Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8391: Blood Ghost_1

Calmly seated in his chamber, Zhao Hai faced Yan Bei across from him. Gazing at Zhao Hai, Yan Bei remarked, "I never imagined the sect master and the rest would accept your proposal. They're truly establishing the arena. Hehe, it seems you'll steal the spotlight once more. So, tell me, are you planning to disable every true disciple from the rival sects?" While others remained ignorant of Zhao Hai's prowess, Yan Bei knew it intimately. Among the legacy disciples, Zhao Hai's power stood unmatched. Even against refinement realm cultivators, only a handful could rival him.

Turning to Yan Bei with a smile, Zhao Hai replied, "No need for extremes. We'll observe their display. If they impress me, I'll spare them. If not, I won't hold back. I'm no saint. With the Western Defense line's overhaul nearly finished, a brief respite is due for all. The arena clashes kick off in five days. Once that's done, we'll confront the thirteen Family Alliance. Even if the great sects suffer defeats, they'll covertly back the thirteen Family Alliance. Thus, this upcoming fight will prove far tougher."

"You're overthinking it," Yan Bei murmured softly. "Honestly, Little Hai, even in a clash with the 13 families, Island Masters or higher experts would join the fray. By then, would those powerhouses heed you? Would the sect master still grant you command? Without your orders, they'd ignore you entirely. Why fret over this prematurely?"

Yan Bei's observation rang true. Those involved in the Western Defense line skirmishes lacked great might; the mightiest barely touched the refinement realm. Zhao Hai had dominated there effortlessly. Though merely at the essence realm, his actual battle strength matched refinement realm foes. Yet, even then, he'd required Ha Jing's reinforcements to seize control. Now, facing the 13 families' coalition meant a full-scale conflict between powers. Both Island Lord experts and regular disciples would engage. The Bloody Massacre Sect's elites would join too, of course. Would those Island Lord figures obey Zhao Hai? Clearly not, rendering his current concerns pointless.

At Yan Bei's words, Zhao Hai chuckled lightly. "Indeed, such matters lie beyond my grasp. Never mind, I can't dictate them anyway. We'll await the sect's decisions. Anything you must ready?"

Shaking his head, Yan Bei responded, "Remember, I'm a body cultivator. My emphasis is on personal fortitude. What preparations do I require? You, however, should gear up. The foes specified no puppets, no battle corpses, no magical pets. That's obviously aimed at you. Aren't you concerned at all?"

A grin crossed Zhao Hai's face. "Worried? Why? The battle corpse's fighting ability might not surpass my own now. Puppets and bronze men fare similarly. I'm merely astonished they'd impose such terms. Won't this rule hit the Corpse Demon Sect and Poison Bug Valley hard?"

Yan Bei shook his head once more. "It'll affect them somewhat, but not drastically," he explained. "The Corpse Demon Sect excels in corpse manipulation, yet their legacies extend far beyond. Corpse control is merely one facet. Lately, their leadership favors that path, leading folks to assume it's their sole specialty. Truth is, it isn't. Poison Bug Valley mirrors this. Renowned for venomous bugs, they truly master bug control. But they boast potent poison legacies too, widely acclaimed. At times, they wield poisons directly, so these restrictions barely hinder them."

"Understood," Zhao Hai acknowledged with a nod. "So, these rules target me specifically? Hehe, intriguing. Do they truly believe I depend solely on battle corpses and puppets for victory? If that's their genuine view, things will get entertaining."

Yan Bei let out a hearty laugh. "They're not fools enough for that. Still, they realize without limits, they'd stand no chance. Unleashing bronze men and battle corpses would overwhelm them completely. With these rules, they can unleash fully. The major sects possess diverse legacies, including prodigies among their ranks. Never dismiss them lightly."

Shaking his head steadily, Zhao Hai stated with poise, "I'm not underestimating; I simply trust my abilities. Few below Island Lord rank can best me. Facing true disciples this time bolsters my assurance even more. Truly, no cause for alarm exists."

Yan Bei chuckled again. "Fair point. I doubt any legacy disciple could challenge you effectively. That said, caution remains key. Those sects harbor no simplicity; tricks can't be ruled out." Yan Bei harbored little faith in the other sects' integrity, as none played fair. The Bloody Massacre Sect shared that trait outwardly, but internally, they treated their own with loyalty.

Zhao Hai merely smiled, holding his tongue. Though outmatched by Island Lords, he feared no one lesser. Refinement realm cultivators posed no threat, even sans bronze statues or battle corpses. In this, Zhao Hai brimmed with certainty.

Five days passed, and Zhao Hai entered a vast temple. This was the Blood Buddha Temple, a place he knew well. For the inter-sect arena bouts, the Bloody Massacre Sect had dispatched Ha Jing to helm the Blood Buddha Temple. Accompanying him were Zhao Hai's senior, Yan Bei's master, and several other Island Lords. Such backing ensured no schemes from rivals.

All Bloody Massacre Sect disciples joining Zhao Hai in the arena had assembled at the Blood Buddha Temple. Newcomers eyed their surroundings with curiosity, yet silence prevailed. They congregated in the temple's outer square, faces impassive as they stared ahead.

Before them loomed a grand palace, towering impressively. Two bold characters adorned it: Senluo! This was the Senluo Treasure Palace, a renowned massive artifact of the 13 Family Alliance. It housed its own vast interior across 18 levels, dubbed the 18 levels of hell, offering myriad functions. The 13 Family Alliance's prominence and endurance against the Bloody Massacre Sect's pressure owed much to this Senluo Treasure Palace.

The Senluo Temple originated not from the Alliance's creation but as an ancient celestial artifact unearthed by its cultivators. This relic, aged beyond count, had lost its original divine sense long ago. The Yu family first claimed it, enshrining it as their heirloom. Through generations of refinement by Yu cultivators, it grew immensely potent—far exceeding the Blood Buddha Temple in might.

Among the 13 Family Alliance, no figure like Ha Jing existed. Their defiance of the Bloody Massacre Sect's dominance for years stemmed from the Senluo Palace. It served as their chief bulwark. Deploying the full Senluo Palace now underscored their gravity toward this arena contest.

Positioned at the Blood Buddha Temple square's front, Zhao Hai led despite all participants being legacy disciples. Fame granted him this role. Previously, his renown in the Bloody Massacre Sect was modest. Now, it soared. His feats at the Western Defense line had etched his name across the sect. Outsiders knew him too, though less intimately than insiders.

Zhao Hai once bore an old moniker, but a fresh one had emerged: Blood Ghost! It raced through the Bloody Massacre Sect, even reaching external ears. Seemingly plain, it carried layers. Firstly, his ghost claw mastery. Secondly, his rarity in ghost-handling among sect cultivators. Thirdly, his ghost-like cunning earned him Blood Ghost.

Earlier, at the Western line, Zhao Hai formed a Bloodsucker Squad. Upon learning of it, the sect tested the group. Results revealed the squad's members as exceptionally robust, their teamwork seamless in combat. Most strikingly, they could harness killing intent for boosts, astonishing observers.

Yet, separation stripped them of that edge. Swapping members disrupted the killing aura entirely. Thus, only united could the Bloodsucker Squad wield it—a baffling revelation that perplexed the Bloody Massacre Sect.

Eventually, sect inquiries linked the squad's killing aura prowess directly to Zhao Hai. Word spread swiftly, solidifying his Blood Ghost title externally. Squad members, hearing it, felt no ire—only delight. They already revered him faintly. Though his cultivation lagged theirs, none belittled him or showed disdain. They recognized his superiority; under his lead alone could they unleash peak might!