Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8405: The arrangement _1

Du Wan Sha furrowed his brows upon hearing Thousand Blade's suggestion and replied, "Sect Leader, your plan sounds promising, yet there's a major issue. The Giant Demon Sect has long coveted our puppet-making technique and brought it up repeatedly. If we seek their aid now, they'll undoubtedly demand it in return, causing us significant damage."

Du Wan Sha spoke the truth. The Blood Slaughter Sect's method for crafting low-level puppets drew envy from numerous sects. These basic puppets proved incredibly practical. Moreover, their vast numbers made it simple for outsiders to identify them as products of the Blood Slaughter Sect.

Because of that, every other sect, the Giant Demon Sect included, yearned to acquire the secret of producing these puppets. Though the Blood Slaughter Sect and Giant Demon Sect maintained a longstanding alliance, the latter's members still desired this knowledge. Such a technique would elevate the Giant Demon Sect's power dramatically.

In a grave tone, Thousand Blade declared, "We can't keep it concealed forever. Since the puppet-making technique is impossible to hide, why not share it with the Giant Demon Sect? We might even gain some advantages in the process. Besides, during the conflict with the Thirteen Family Alliance, Little Hai gathered plenty of Dark Souls. With proper cultivation, those Dark Souls could form advanced puppets. They may not match Little Hai's bronze men in might, but they'll surpass our existing ones by far. As Little Hai pointed out, our puppetry expertise needs to remain superior to all. Remember, once this crisis passes, we can delve into the Divine Arcanum Sect's secret realm. Unearthing it will yield endless treasures."

Dao Qianzhan's words left Du Wan Sha silent. Turning to the group, Dao Qianzhan spoke deeply, "The key point is what Little Hai shared with me: when distributing puppets to other sects, we can claim they're crafted from the sect's rejects. He even devised a bogus alloy recipe. Consequently, if those sects attempt puppet production, they'll squander massive quantities of metal. Sure, it bolsters their sects' might considerably, but the resource drain benefits us greatly."

The assembly froze in surprise. They hadn't anticipated Zhao Hai's cunning approach. Thousand Blade grinned and added, "We've scoured the entire Blood Sea Realm for every sect's discarded materials. Given enough time, we can haul away all their waste. Furthermore, once every sect grasps this puppet-making method, none will hold an edge. Only we, with our superior puppetry secrets, will stand out. Isn't that ideal?"

Du Wan Sha and the rest brightened with realization. Dao Qianzhan's logic rang true. Should all rival sects learn the technique, it would merely equalize their strengths. But possessing an elevated puppet-making art would keep the Blood Slaughter Sect ahead.

Thousand Blade gazed at everyone with a wry smile. "At times, I truly sense us elders have grown outdated. Little Hai's concepts often outshine ours, yet we struggle to conceive them. Have we aged that much?"

Dao Qianzhan's remark drew bitter chuckles from all. Ha Jing eyed him and commented, "You're fortunate; you merely recognized his cleverness without mentoring his cultivation. I've instructed him directly, and no one rivals that boy's aptitude. Observe his Giant Palm of Truth—it's utterly distinct from mine. I passed the incantation gestures via a jade slip, but his version diverges completely. If we both performed them simultaneously, none would suspect we shared the same method."

Ha Jing's words and expression sparked uproarious laughter. Thousand Blade guffawed, "Seems you've invited your own headache, monk? Hahaha, enough of that. Little Hai headed to the Western Defense Line, right? Wan Sha, wield the Slaughter God Blade and oversee the Western Defense Line personally. Your mere arrival will deter any full assault from the Sen Luo Palace. I'll reach out to the Giant Demon Sect immediately. This round, we'll crush those foes utterly, leaving no openings."

The group affirmed loudly. Dao Qianzhan addressed them solemnly, "Once the Thirteen Family Alliance falls, the Blood Slaughter Sect's threats end. Ha Jing, undertake diplomatic outreach to the other sects. Inform them we'll relinquish the puppet-making technique, provided they cease meddling in Thirteen Family Alliance matters. This secures their neutrality, aiding our cause. After all, the technique must be shared eventually—might as well maximize its value."

All agreed, and Dao Qianzhan dismissed them with a gesture. While he'd assigned Du Wan Sha and Ha Jing specific roles, the others weren't idle. They needed to fortify various sect regions against potential strikes from elsewhere.

Meanwhile, Zhao Hai stood atop Blood Mountain Island, eyeing the Sen Luo Palace. It lived up to its eerie reputation. Ghostly vapors enveloped the entire structure, with hordes of vengeful spirits swirling about, rendering it nightmarishly ominous—like a fortress escaped from the Nine Serenities Hell.

Lei Xuan and Gu Na stood nearby. Zhao Hai occupied the main hall of Blood Mountain Island, scrutinizing the compass before him. It hummed at maximum output, channeling energy from surrounding islands to bolster Blood Mountain Island against renewed assaults from Sen Luo Palace.

Gu Na oversaw the Blood Slaughter Sect's western defenses. He'd accompanied Zhao Hai to the arena, and upon their return, command reverted to him. Scanning the area, Gu Na stated, "Little Hai, you constructed this sea array, so it remains your domain. Unleash its full potential as you see fit." He stepped aside, signaling no further involvement in Zhao Hai's decisions.

Caught off guard, Zhao Hai glanced at Gu Na. "Uncle Master Gu, this..." But Gu Na interrupted with a wave. "I trust you. Proceed." He fell silent thereafter. Zhao Hai met his gaze, then nodded without protest, focusing intently on the compass.

Next, he inquired gravely, "How many assaults from the thirteen families? What was the intensity?" He directed the question at Lei Xuan, the prior commander. Wartime politeness aside, Zhao Hai questioned him outright. He'd noticed the Blood Mountain Island's power hadn't been maximized.

Typically, the compass resided on Blood Bone Island under Gu Na's watch. After Gu Na's departure, it passed to Lei Xuan. Only the recent attack prompted Lei Xuan to relocate it here. The compass's prime feature allowed placement anywhere. Positioned at the Western Defense Line, it enabled control over all island formations. Any island could serve as the central hub for the defensive arrays—a capability unmatched by other artifacts.

Lei Xuan responded solemnly, "Five assaults so far, each with formidable force. I followed your earlier guidance, rallying multiple islands' energies, and barely repelled them. The latest came an hour past, followed by swarms of souls manifesting outside Sen Luo Temple. They're gearing up for another push, though the timing remains unclear." Lei Xuan eyed the compass too, admiring Zhao Hai's profound grasp of formations.

Zhao Hai nodded gravely. "It appears they're gearing up for a major offensive. Likely stronger than before. Let's counter with something grand." Grasping the compass, he soared from the hall. The others trailed swiftly.

Outdoors, Zhao Hai released the compass, letting it hover ahead. He studied it while incanting spells. Runes upon it gradually illuminated, emanating golden radiance. Eventually, every rune blazed, converging light at the array's core.

At last, the yin-yang diagram flickered to life and rotated. One half glowed crimson, the other aureate, creating a stunning vista. These hues transformed into twin beams that pierced the heavens, integrating with Blood Mountain Island's shield.

The island's barrier kindled with crimson and golden streams. A vast yin-yang diagram in those colors materialized across it, whirling at high speed. Subsequently, golden and crimson mists enshrouded the entire shield. Squadrons of ethereal warriors clad in golden armor, brandishing golden arms, materialized atop it—their eyes aglow with red fire.

These warriors formed precise phalanxes, one figure radiating immense dominance. Zhao Hai then breathed out, commanding, "Close." As his order echoed, the warriors fused seamlessly, birthing colossal guardians. These giants amalgamated further, while fresh ranks of warriors spawned on the barrier and merged anew. Towering behemoths emerged repeatedly. The process persisted until a single 3000-foot titan stood firm, ceasing to combine, as additional such colossi arose across the shield.