Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8371: Offense (1)

"However, there is no reason for celebration. Let us not forget that these territories originally belonged to the Blood Slaughter Sect. Furthermore, they were surrendered while under our watch. Although various factors led to their loss, the responsibility remains ours. We have merely reclaimed what was already ours. What is there to be joyful about?"

As Zhao Hai spoke, his tone grew heavy. The listeners were momentarily stunned by his words, their expressions turning grim. A long silence followed because they knew Zhao Hai was correct. These lands had been lost during their tenure, and simply recovering them was no great feat. There was no cause for pride yet.

Zhao Hai observed them before continuing, "We have only managed to seize back ten islands. Having lost hundreds, we still have a grueling path ahead of us. Besides, surely no one believes those thieves should get away without paying a price for stealing our property? Our mission is not just to reclaim every lost island, but to completely dismantle the 13 Family Alliance. Only by doing so can we truly demonstrate the absolute might of the Blood Slaughter Sect."

His speech ignited a fire in everyone, filling them with a palpable killing intent—especially the ten thousand elite disciples. This murderous aura surged from them, coalescing into a thick blood cloud that churned overhead as if a savage beast were trapped within.

Seeing that the timing was perfect, Zhao Hai declared, "Good, this is the spirit I expect. We shall drive the 13 Family Alliance out of the Blood Slaughter Sect’s domain and seize all their territories. Move out now and take back everything that is rightfully ours!" "Yes, sir!" the crowd roared in unison. Zhao Hai then designated their next objective. Everyone synchronized the coordinates of their transmission arrays. At Zhao Hai’s command, the island erupted in white light, and in an instant, the entire force vanished.

Moments later, they materialized outside an outpost known as Blood-Drinking Island. Upon their arrival, the 13 Family Alliance cultivators stationed there immediately spotted Zhao Hai’s group. They sent word to Pan Qianlong and scrambled to organize a defense. Simultaneously, they prepared the teleportation formations for a quick exit; their plan was to flee the moment Zhao Hai breached the island’s protective formation.

Blood-Drinking Island was merely a small outpost with weak defensive arrays, which was why the defenders had little hope of resisting the assault. Zhao Hai did not dally. Brandishing his sword, he carved a massive rift through the protective barrier and wedged his blade into the gap to prevent it from resealing. The disciples of the Blood Slaughter Sect immediately poured through the breach and charged the island.

Realizing the situation was hopeless, the enemy cultivators used portable teleportation formations to escape. By the time Zhao Hai stepped onto the land and deployed a barrier formation to lock down all local arrays, very few enemies remained. They had successfully captured another island with minimal effort.

Despite the easy victory, Zhao Hai did not look pleased; instead, he frowned. He suspected the 13 Family Alliance would not surrender these territories so easily without a hidden motive, though he hadn't uncovered it yet. However, he was certain the enemy would reveal their hand soon enough.

Though he harbored concerns, Zhao Hai felt no fear. He understood there was no reason to be afraid, as the enemy would not risk sending an Island Lord level expert to intervene. As long as no one of that rank appeared, he was confident. He held little regard for any experts below the Dharma Refinement realm.

Even against a Refinement realm cultivator, Zhao Hai’s current strength allowed him to face them without hesitation. Regardless of their power, he possessed the confidence to achieve victory. Whether he could actually kill them would simply depend on if they were fast enough to flee.

As for the threat of an enemy army or an ambush, he was even less concerned. Even if they fell into a trap, Zhao Hai was certain he could crush them. Thus, he remained untroubled. Because of this confidence, he didn't dwell too much on the enemy's strange lack of resistance. After establishing a new protective formation on Blood-Drinking Island, they prepared to strike the next target.

Pan Qianlong was well aware of Zhao Hai’s movements. Though his fury simmered, he refrained from acting. He was waiting for the reinforcements promised by Yi Xuanming. Once those forces arrived, they could execute their counter-strategy. If they could slaughter a significant portion of the Blood Slaughter Sect’s elite, they believed the Sect would be forced to abandon the Western Defense Line.

However, as Zhao Hai’s campaign intensified, the pressure on Pan Qianlong mounted. Since Yi Xuanming had departed from Blood Mountain Island, the Blood Slaughter Sect had been seizing one island every day. This pace infuriated Pan Qianlong, yet he was powerless to stop it. He had attempted several counter-attacks, but all had failed. If he concentrated forces to defend a specific target, Zhao Hai would simply lead a detachment to pin them down while the rest of his army struck elsewhere. If he sent too few reinforcements, they were easily overwhelmed. This tactical flexibility made Zhao Hai a nightmare for Pan Qianlong, who now hated him with a passion.

Pan Qianlong sat within a side hall on Blood Mountain Island, surrounded by various high-ranking disciples in the Dharma Cultivation realm. These were the leaders of the 13 Family Alliance. Curiously, while a few of these managers were actually from the 13 families, the majority were disciples gathered from various other sects.

Gazing at the assembled group, Pan Qianlong spoke in a low, heavy voice, "It has been fifteen days since Senior Brother Yi Xuanming left. During this time, we have surrendered fifty islands at a rate of one per day. If this continues, they will soon reclaim everything we took from the Blood Slaughter Sect. Do none of you feel the sting of shame?"

The room remained silent. While they certainly felt humiliated, they were at a loss. Though the Blood Slaughter Sect had fewer numbers, their puppets were a massive problem. No one wanted to engage those tireless, soulless machines in combat.

Furthermore, the Blood Slaughter Sect’s ability to shatter defensive formations was terrifyingly fast. Often, by the time news of an attack reached them, the barrier was already broken and the garrison had fled before reinforcements could even mobilize. This left the leadership feeling utterly helpless.

Looking at his subordinates, Pan Qianlong felt a surge of irritation—not just at them, but at himself. He never imagined the Blood Slaughter Sect would be so unstoppable. It was incredibly embarrassing. He had considered ignoring Zhao Hai’s advance to launch a direct assault on the Blood Slaughter Sect’s own islands—trading territory for territory—to see who had more endurance.

Ultimately, he dismissed that idea to avoid tipping his hand. If he attacked other sectors, the Blood Slaughter Sect might halt their advance, which would ruin Yi Xuanming’s trap. The primary goal was the total annihilation of the Blood Slaughter Sect’s active forces. Wiping out their army would allow them to seize the entire Western Defense Line eventually; that was the grand strategy, far more vital than holding a few minor islands.

Even though they had been waiting for two weeks, Yi Xuanming’s reinforcements had yet to appear. Pan Qianlong knew Yi Xuanming faced a difficult task because of the sheer number of sects involved. Although called the 13 Family Alliance, there were far more factions participating. Each sect had its own agenda and sought to profit without taking risks. Convincing such a fractured group to commit troops was no easy feat.

While the Corpse Demon Sect was the premier power in the Blood Sea Realm, the other members of the ten great sects did not fear them. Much like the Blood Slaughter Sect, if a true life-and-death struggle erupted, even the Corpse Demon Sect would hesitate. A pyrrhic victory would only leave them vulnerable to being destroyed by the next rival. Consequently, the Corpse Demon Sect could not simply issue commands; they had to negotiate. This was why Yi Xuanming required so much time.

Pan Qianlong understood the situation, but his anxiety grew. Fifteen days had passed, and fifteen more islands were gone. Zhao Hai now controlled twenty-six islands, including a major prize like Blood Treasure Island. If Yi Xuanming didn't return soon, the losses would become catastrophic. Rumors were already spreading, and if morale collapsed, the entire Alliance would crumble.

Just as Pan Qianlong’s frustration reached its peak, a disciple burst through the doors. Bowing deeply, the messenger announced, "Reporting to the Commander! Lord Yi Xuanming has arrived and is approaching the hall now." Hearing this, Pan Qianlong leaped to his feet. Ignoring the other managers, he hurried out to meet him.

Upon reaching the entrance, he spotted Yi Xuanming descending from the sky. Yi Xuanming was still dressed in his sky-blue scholar’s robes, a folding fan in hand and a calm smile on his face. Seeing Pan Qianlong, he chuckled and cupped his fists, "Junior Brother Pan, why such a formal welcome? You are being far too polite."

The sight of Yi Xuanming’s confidence brought instant relief to Pan Qianlong. He rushed forward and asked urgently, "Senior Brother, what is the status of the reinforcements?"