Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8386: Excited (1)

Thanks to the stance taken by the major sects, the Blood Slaughter Sect's reclamation of the Western Defense Line proceeded without a hitch. The leftover few dozen islands stood no chance against the Blood Slaughter Sect's vanguard forces. As the other powerful sects continued arguing about whether to send reinforcements to the Western Defense Line and clash fiercely with the Blood Slaughter Sect, the Blood Slaughter Sect had sliced through the defenses effortlessly, like a blade cutting hot butter. They had already seized 40 out of the remaining 80 islands. This development was utterly astonishing.

The big sects wavered on boosting their troop numbers at the Western Defense Line. A key factor in their hesitation was the puppets. Their aim in capturing the Blood Slaughter Sect's Western Defense Line was twofold: first, to tarnish the Blood Slaughter Sect's standing, which was crucial; second, to eliminate as many Blood Slaughter Sect disciples as possible. Everyone knew the Blood Slaughter Sect had suffered heavy losses among its lower-level disciples. The major sects hoped to exploit this by wiping out more of them, leading to a future shortage in the Blood Slaughter Sect's lineage. At that point, dealing with the Blood Slaughter Sect would become straightforward.

Yet, the emergence of the Blood Slaughter Sect's puppets had utterly disrupted the plans of the various sects. They understood that in any confrontation with the Blood Slaughter Sect, the initial threat wouldn't be the disciples themselves, but those puppets. While they could smash the puppets, inflicting serious harm on the Blood Slaughter Sect's disciples proved challenging. This twist was devastating. Their own disciples had already endured massive losses in the fight. If few Blood Slaughter Sect disciples fell while many of theirs perished to the puppets, their objective of decimating low-level Blood Slaughter Sect members would fail. Continuing the struggle at the Western Defense Line would then serve no purpose.

All the prominent sects recognized that wiping out the Blood Slaughter Sect in a single strike was unfeasible. With the Blood Slaughter Blade in existence, destroying the Blood Slaughter Sect remained a daunting challenge. The Blood Slaughter Blade's might was overwhelming. Now, enhanced by the God-slaying Blade, it grew even more formidable. Thus, their initial intent to crush the Blood Slaughter Sect outright faded once the sect signaled full commitment. Instead, they shifted to long-term schemes. Realizing that was impossible now, pressing the fight against the Blood Slaughter Sect no longer seemed worthwhile.

The top ten sects of the Blood Sea Realm had endured for countless years, entangled in endless feuds. Given an opening, they would strike without mercy. But without one, they avoided forcing conflicts, as that would only empower rivals. This wisdom, forged in bloodshed by myriad sects across the Blood Sea Realm, guided them. Consequently, the leading sects abandoned plans to confront the Blood Slaughter Sect.

This reluctance meant scant support for the Western Defense Line. Their position shaped the battlefield dynamics there. Guided by Zhao Hai and Yan Bei, the offensive on the Western Defense Line pressed on relentlessly. Seeing the tide turn, the sects withdrew their disciples entirely. This accelerated the Blood Slaughter Sect's progress, rendering any halt to their advance impossible.

Two months following the assault on Zhao Hai, the final island in the Blood Slaughter Sect's Western Defense Line—Blood Mountain Island—fell into their hands. This island marked the last holdout of the 13 Family Alliance. From that instant, the Blood Slaughter Sect had fully regained the Western Defense Line.

As Zhao Hai and his team captured Blood Mountain Island, joyous shouts filled the air. The Western Defense Line had witnessed turmoil over the past year. For cultivators, a year meant little. But for the Blood Slaughter Sect's disciples, it had been a rollercoaster of trials. They faced ambushes, betrayal, and relentless losses of islands, forced into constant retreat. Then came the counteroffensive, culminating in reclaiming the final major island and securing the Western Defense Line.

Zhao Hai gazed at the jubilant group and grinned. Raising his voice, he declared, "Everyone, prepare yourselves. Rebuild the island's protective formation at top speed. Only once it's restored will this place truly be ours—forever ours."

His words sparked eager agreement from the crowd. They moved like freshly energized automatons, dashing about with urgency. In record time, they unearthed every rune on the island. Following Zhao Hai's directions, they swiftly cleared and leveled the terrain, excavating pits for the runes and embedding them. With Zhao Hai's fine-tuning, the formation sprang to life. Another wave of cheers swept across the island.

Zhao Hai observed them with a chuckle. Skipping a formal gathering, he boomed, "Today, we've reclaimed Blood Mountain Island at last. The Western Defense Line is eternally the Blood Slaughter Sect's. Let's celebrate properly. Soon, I'll arrange for spiritual wine to arrive. We drink till we drop!"

A thunderous roar of approval erupted. Their thrill was boundless—how could they celebrate without wine? Hearing Zhao Hai's promise of spiritual wine only amplified their delight. He watched them with a smile, then messaged Zhu Yong and Gou'zi to deliver the spiritual wine, along with spiritual food—no meat required, but essentials must come. Next, he informed the clan leader, the first elder, Ha Jing, and Neng Lei Gang. Finally, he guided Yan Bei and the others to an intact hall on the island.

Yan Bei and his companions buzzed with elation. Even inside the hall, their faces beamed with joy. Zhao Hai cleared his throat softly and murmured, "Fine, savor the moment. But don't act like the folks outside. Remember, a vital task lies ahead."

His statement caught them off guard momentarily. Then, gravity settled over their features as they fixed their eyes on Zhao Hai, awaiting instructions. He scanned the group, a faint smile playing on his lips, before stating gravely, "We've reclaimed the Western Defense Line, yet this is merely the start. As Western Defense Line commander, I vowed to the sect master not just recovery, but vengeance on our attackers. Thus, we must gear up to strike the 13 Family Alliance!"

Zhao Hai's declaration ignited sparks of eagerness in their eyes. They grasped that assaulting the 13 Family Alliance meant monumental growth, etching their legacy into history—and the Blood Slaughter Sect's annals. Such glory was unparalleled.

Zhao Hai eyed them steadily. "Still, targeting the 13 Family Alliance this round will prove tougher than the Western Defense Line clashes. They'll resist with everything they've got, backed by Island Master-level experts and sect heavyweights joining the fray. Steel yourselves for that."

A resounding affirmation echoed back. Yet, traces of ease lingered on their faces, causing Zhao Hai's spirits to dip and his expression to harden. He bellowed, "Hear me: our next foes are no pushovers. Sloppiness has no place here. As leaders, your mindset sways the ranks below. If all mirror your nonchalance toward the enemy, disaster strikes!"

His sharp tone jolted them. Spotting his stern visage, their pulses raced. They knew Zhao Hai's affable demeanor hid a ruthless edge—defy him, and death followed without pity. Facing his ire, they straightened up, composure snapping into place.

Zhao Hai eyed them with a huff. "What's the glee for? We recovered the Western Defense Line, but those islands slipped from our grasp originally. We're merely retrieving our own—nothing triumphant there. Plus, as our turf, the enemy seized it casually, unwilling to die for it. But invading the 13 Family Alliance changes everything. That's their stronghold; we're the outsiders. Recall how we handled their initial push on the Western Defense Line? They'll defend fiercely, with terrain edge and Island Lord support. And you still dare belittle them? Seeking death?"

Trepidation gripped them. Memories flooded back of the 13 Family Alliance's early onslaught on the Western Defense Line. Though Zhao Hai ordered retreats, they yearned to charge and annihilate. That fire lingered. If the Alliance mirrored it now, the fight ahead would be brutal.

Zhao Hai snorted at the group. "The Blood Slaughter Sect faces a dire lack of entry-level disciples right now. We shouldn't launch against the 13 Family Alliance; reclaiming the Western Defense Line should suffice. But we can't stop there—we're the Blood Slaughter Sect, among the realm's elite ten. If we reclaim the line without punishing our 13 Family Alliance assailants, our prestige crumbles. Who'd fear us then? So, we must press on. Yet, assuming they'll sit idle for slaughter is folly. That path leads to defeat and stains the Blood Slaughter Sect's honor. You'd etch yourselves as its eternal traitors!"