Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8410: Directions (1)

Zhao Hai's words to the Bloodsucker Team this time left them utterly stunned. Before, they had simply trusted him. They believed that sticking with Zhao Hai in fights would bring them wins. They hadn't pondered deeper. Yet, hearing his speech now, it hit them—they'd acted like fools before. All they did was slaughter endlessly, ignoring everything else. That blindness cost them countless chances.

Setting other matters aside, Zhao Hai's advice on staying composed during combat and reining in their killing intent was something they'd never considered. Had they managed that, wouldn't they have grown incredibly powerful? Even those at the pinnacle of refinement techniques—could they have ascended to Island Lord status by now? Such thoughts filled them with deep regret. Yet, it also confirmed their wise choice in aligning with Zhao Hai.

In the cultivation world, there's that old proverb: "Passing on a fake universal Dao Scripture, passing on a true sentence." What does it signify? Not that a sect's entire legacy is false, with just one truthful line—that'd be absurdly basic. No, the true essence is this: at your direst hour, when you crave direction most, a single guiding phrase from your mentor could shape your entire life.

No two cultivators tread the exact same cultivation path. The knowledge handed down from elders represents their hard-earned insights. But blindly tracing their footsteps forever means you'll merely shadow their journey. That route might not fit you perfectly. If it doesn't, you'll hit a dead end with no further progress.

Thus, the elders' wisdom and methods resemble a colossal figure. You must draw lessons from this giant, yet also climb upon its shoulders. Absorb its strengths, then forge your unique trail. Only by pursuing a route tailored just for you can true mastery emerge.

Still, in the cultivation world, beginners inevitably follow the elders' trails. Why? At the start, your own path remains unknown—its shape, its course, even its heading. Here, your forebears' wisdom lights the way, serving as your beacon and guide. But as you advance, you might sense their path no longer aligns well, or barriers arise. Then come two options. First, press on along their route, clearing hurdles as they block you. You'll still chase their shadow, facing endless blocks ahead. Ultimately, surpassing them proves impossible—you've trodden their ground all along.

The second choice: when obstacles halt you, pause and chart your own course forward. This trail may prove tougher, but it's yours alone. How far it leads depends not on the elders, but on your own resolve.

Today, Zhao Hai's insights struck like thunder, illuminating a fresh direction for these warriors. The Bloodsucker Team had long clung to the Bloody Massacre Sect's ancestral ways. But his message sparked the idea that alternative paths existed. Even the sect's forebears had blazed their own.

The Bloody Massacre Sect's cultivation arts do include harnessing killing intent for growth. Typically, though, it involves gathering that intent and weaving it into one's techniques for deadlier strikes. That's the sect's longstanding approach. Few, like Zhao Hai's group, erect a killing intent boundary. In truth, sect members struggle to wield killing intent directly. Only Island Lord ranks manage it somewhat. Their attempts falter often; usually, they just blend the intent into blows.

Yet Zhao Hai revealed a novel approach. Beyond infusing killing intent into arts, one could master it to form a killing intent boundary. Their prior barriers arose spontaneously from raw killing intent, beyond control. But true command over such a boundary would transform everything. Imagine: in battle, a murderous aura envelops you. Foes stepping inside weaken sharply, while you siphon their blood Qi to fuel yourself. What a boon!

Beyond that, Zhao Hai's guidance stirred their ambitions deeply. The Bloodsucker Team had battled side by side for years, intimately aware of each member's prowess. Many shone with raw talent. Through relentless fights and targeted drills, their cultivation surged forward. Each held real potential to reach Island Lord heights.

True, none had claimed Island Lord status yet, but their power was formidable. They understood that ascending alone, without allies, spelled trouble. In the sect, nearly all Island Lords hailed from the eight great elders or the sect master. Sure, some under the other two elders perished or switched sides. Point is, even as an Island Lord, security wasn't guaranteed. You'd still need to pledge to a faction for safe cultivation and a steady life.

These warriors had languished overlooked on their islands before. Value came only post-ascension to Island Lord. Even then, joining a power didn't ensure favor— the Bloody Massacre Sect brimmed with such experts.

Suddenly, a golden prospect dangled before them: Zhao Hai. Though merely a core disciple in the Profound Qi Realm, his might impressed. Plus, mighty support loomed—Elder Ha Jing. Ha Jing shared a tight bond with Great Elder Du Wan Sha; both enjoyed the sect master's utmost faith. Zhao Hai himself drew praise from the sect master, plus favor from Du Wan Sha and Ha Jing. His prospects soared endlessly. Sticking with him meant slipping into Ha Jing's fold effortlessly—a huge win for them.

Realizing this, joy swelled within. They'd uncovered their desired path, akin to enlisting in one of the Bloody Massacre Sect's top powers—what cause for gloom? Gratitude toward Zhao Hai deepened. Once he released them to rest, they swiftly agreed and retreated to their quarters for cultivation.

They grasped it clearly: in any faction, strength ruled supreme. Power alone unlocked greater gains. Without it, even the mightiest group offered no perks. The cultivation realm tolerated no slackers.

Zhao Hai's counsel sparked endless ideas. They resolved to review past clashes, mining lessons from them. Excitement buzzed as they hurried to chambers for reflection.

Three days on, a summons from Du Wan Sha reached Zhao Hai, bidding him lead the Bloodsucker Team to Bloodmountain Island. Together, they'd assault the 13 Family Alliance. News in hand, Zhao Hai sensed the Bloody Massacre Sect's triumph loomed. Their strike on the alliance would draw no ire.

Zhao Hai roused the Bloodsucker Team, guiding them into the bronze man's frame. Then, he steered the bronze man toward Bloodmountain Island. Yan Bei stayed behind this time. His war feats had shone, backed by a fine mentor in Gu Na, who cherished him. Under her orders, Yan Bei secluded himself. He'd miss the 13 Family Alliance clash and thus wouldn't link up with Zhao Hai.

Upon reaching Bloodmountain Island, Zhao Hai noted hordes of Bloody Massacre Sect disciples assembled. These weren't Western Defense Line folk; reinforcements from afar had arrived. Eagerness lit their faces—they burned for the fight ahead.

Zhao Hai just grinned at their fervor. Should the Blood Slaughter Sect's scheme pan out, with no meddling from other major sects and the Giant Demon Sect hitting the 13 Alliance simultaneously, victory was sealed. The alliance's grand artifact, Sen Luo Temple, lay wrecked—a Blood Mountain Island exhibit for all to gawk at. Facing that, how could the 13 Alliance defy the Blood Slaughter Sect? Their doom was certain.

Clearly, the sect aimed to crush the 13 Family Alliance utterly this round, leaving no openings. The alliance had sealed its fate—antagonizing the Blood Slaughter Sect and beyond. Unlike before, when big sects pressured the Blood Slaughter Sect to spare them, halting any purge. Now? Those giants ignored the alliance. Wiping them out would be child's play. How might the 13 Family Alliance withstand the onslaught?

Emerging from the teleportation array, Zhao Hai got Du Wan Sha's urgent call to head straight to the main hall. He hurried off without pause, flying to the hall. His bold move left onlookers gaping in shock.