Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8421: Realm _1

Li Daya chuckled and remarked, "Fine young man, fine young man. Old Du, this fellow is genuinely outstanding. We felt no anxiety whatsoever about this clash. The whole strategy came straight from him. To me, it outshines my own planning. Plus, what's the story behind this boy's Bloodsucker Team? I'd caught wind of it once and glimpsed it before, yet I hardly gave it a thought. But witnessing today's fight up close was something else. Goodness me, with his backing, those Bloodsucker Team members turned utterly ferocious. Whatever blocked their way got ripped to shreds. That intense killing intent caught me off guard. Old Du, you've snagged a real gem this round."

Du Wan Sha grinned briefly, then let out a sigh. "You folks are seeing this too straightforwardly. This scamp truly ascended from below. Back in the day, he sought entry into the Giant Demon Sect, but an outer sect disciple under Ha Jing stepped in instead. Ha Jing went ahead and imparted the Blood Sea God-Killing Technique to him. The reason for the swap? The lad's talent with poisons—he's a natural at wielding them."

At that moment, Du Wan Sha halted briefly, then offered a wry smile. "Yet who could've foreseen the boy's prowess? Not only did he advance in cultivation at breakneck speed, but he also grasps so many skills, from arrays and poisons to tool refinement and puppets—as if there's nothing beyond his reach. He claims he picked up all these in the lower realm. When that report first reached me, I took note and even dispatched some sect members who had ascended from below to train them specially. But no, those individuals aren't the all-around masters Zhao Hai is. Sure, a few outshine our sect folks in certain areas, but not by much. What's more, the knowledge they absorbed in the lower realm clings to them like second nature, making it tough for them to pick up our upper realm techniques. So, hardly any fulfill what I asked for. Very few even match the level of our own disciples."

Du Wan Sha let out another sigh here. "These days, I can only conclude that this kid's no ordinary soul. Definitely not. You lot know he's studying Ha Jing's Mantra Palmprint, but you miss why Ha Jing taught it—to help him grasp insights that shield against the Blood Sea God-Killing Technique's backlash. Yet from what I see now, he doesn't even appear to be practicing the Blood Sea God-Killing Technique. I even caught word that he assured his master the technique's backlash no longer plagues him. Does that sound like your typical disciple? Frankly, I hesitate to predict just how far this boy might climb."

Li Daya and Tu Ling stood frozen after Du Wan Sha's explanation. Their knowledge of Zhao Hai was limited, but his words finally unveiled the youth's origins. Zhao Hai had ascended—that alone stunned them deeply. They'd encountered plenty of ascenders, yet few proved truly exceptional. Most never touched the Essence Technique Realm in their lives, with only a handful scraping into the Refinement Realm. Reaching Island Lord status? That was rarer than phoenix feathers or qilin horns. The sudden rise of a prodigy like Zhao Hai left them utterly amazed.

Du Wan Sha eyed the pair and sighed again. "We've dug into Zhao Hai ourselves," he continued. "We aimed to uncover the source of his might. Turns out, it all ties back to formations. This boy's mastery of formations stands unmatched. He's woven that expertise into his own cultivation path, landing him where he is today. Right now, I'm eager to watch if he climbs to Island Lord level. Should he pull it off, we might not treat him merely as a pawn anymore. As for his formation Dao, I doubt anyone in the sect could master it."

Li Daya and Tu Ling stayed silent. They'd laid eyes on Zhao Hai's bronze warrior that day. Though they missed it dismantling Lone Mountain Island's defenses, they did witness it bursting into a formation. That sight convinced them of Du Wan Sha's claims—Zhao Hai's formation prowess was peerless. No one else could craft such a massive bronze figure.

Their hunch hit the mark. Even with the Spiritual Array Sect's legacy and the Yin soul entry method, forging that bronze warrior remained impossible, let alone by another elder. The Elder Array had lingered on the Spiritual Array Sect's island for eons. Once he seized that technique, he drew in endless Yin soul energy from the isle to succeed. The bronze warrior followed suit. Zhao Hai's soul fire burned far richer, thanks to Hell's depths. Without it, commanding that colossal frame—or the swarm of formations within—would've been out of reach.

Naturally, this stayed hidden, and Zhao Hai kept it locked away. The Space was his ultimate secret; he'd never breathe a word to outsiders. Should word leak, he'd face endless peril. Thus, no one could unravel how Zhao Hai birthed such an enormous bronze behemoth.

Du Wan Sha shot a look at the two and spoke gravely. "Enough of that. Regardless, I'll back him fully until he snaps. If he truly hits Island Master rank, it proves he's cracked refining the Blood Sea God-Killing Art. Should he lose it, that's on him. But until then, he can achieve plenty for the sect, so support it is." Li Daya and Tu Ling nodded mutely.

Du Wan Sha eyed them once more and said deeply. "Fine, drop Zhao Hai for now. The kid's a magnet for chaos. Truth be told, tallying rewards for his deeds would overwhelm us at this point. Who's to blame for his current weakness? Anyway, that's settled. We'll handle tomorrow when it comes. Now, on this offensive push—I figure we'll strike in a few days. My power took a hit breaking through Flowing Light Island last time; full recovery's pending. We'll move once I'm back at peak."

Li Daya froze at Du Wan Sha's words, then blurted anxiously, "What happened? You got hurt? No way—a puny Flowing Light Island did that to you?" Tu Ling tensed up too. They couldn't help it; the Blood Slaughter Sect boasted few top powerhouses. Bai Xin's fall and Yin Wuchang's vanishing had already dealt heavy blows. An mishap for Du Wan Sha now would cripple the sect badly.

Du Wan Sha shook his head. "Nah, no wounds. Just drained my reserves too far. You know how it is—the formations on Meteoric Island pack a punch. I burned through heaps of energy shattering them. Then came the duel with Mo Daoming. To finish him, I unleashed the God-Slaying Saber, which tapped me nearly dry. Still mending; a few days more."

Relief washed over Li Daya at the clarification. "Got it, then rest up. Old Tu and I'll stand guard. Once you're primed, we hit their core island. They've likely heard by now anyway, so timing's flexible." Du Wan Sha agreed, chatted a bit longer, then retreated to his cultivation chamber to replenish his magic power.

Meanwhile, Zhao Hai had settled into his quarters. Rest was in order for him too. The battle hadn't sapped him excessively, but early risks lingered. He'd deployed a formation cluster to lock down the whole island. Any strike on it—or him—would've wrecked him badly. Luck shone; the foes missed that weakness and ignored his formations. The bronze warrior's shield kept mishaps at bay. Unscathed, yet the tension had gripped him tight. Plus, the fight guzzled his energy. Proper recovery beckoned.

Once his mana refilled, Zhao Hai sensed it surging wildly. Surprise hit him—he knew his power neared a breakthrough. After all, his mana had stalled at Profound Technique Realm Level 1 for ages. His battle prowess dazzled, but his realm lagged far behind.

Folks often puzzled over realms' purpose. Realms formed the bedrock, a binding chain too. For most cultivators, starting out meant a Dantian like a mere cup—filling it was simple, but output stayed tiny, limited to cup-sized feats. Realm gains expanded that vessel steadily. Each minor step added another cup. Major leaps sparked transformation: cup to basin, basin to barrel. Law techniques flowed easier, capacities swelled gradually.

Zhao Hai's baseline towered over norms. If a standard cultivator's mana resembled a cup in the Dharma Reserve Realm, his mirrored a barrel. By Dharma Essence Realm, others held barrels while his spanned a modest pond.

Thus, each minor advancement for Zhao Hai boosted his might enormously. Two barrels might falter where two ponds triumphed—a core divide. Yet it posed a snag: ponds filled slower than barrels. Without his vast reserves, he'd have capped at Essence Technique Realm's peak. Constant cultivation had stocked him well.