Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8432: The confusion_1

Right as Zhao Hai prepared to inspect the rabbit fur clutched in his grasp, a burst of flame erupted without warning. A scorching rush of air blasted across his form. In that instant, his body felt like it had transformed into a pot of simmering broth. Simultaneously, the fur he held began to ignite fiercely.

Zhao Hai's face twisted in shock. He swiftly formed a hand seal, causing his whole skin to shimmer with golden brilliance, turning him into what seemed like a figure forged from pure gold. Across his skin clung myriad droplets of liquid. These drops adhered stubbornly and kept burning without pause. After a full fifteen minutes, the liquids finally evaporated, while the flames gradually faded away. Zhao Hai's eyes fluttered open as he stared at the rabbit ahead of him—the creature had vanished completely.

Zhao Hai released a deep breath and examined his own form. His garments remained intact in structure, yet they were thoroughly scorched. A wry smile crept onto Zhao Hai's lips despite himself. Then, a sudden silver glow enveloped him. In a blink, the light faded, leaving a fresh outfit draped over his body. This was the warrior attire he favored for daily use. It appeared quite relaxed, but instead of red, it gleamed in silver tones. Indeed, it consisted of liquid silver.

These days, Zhao Hai seldom employed liquid silver, since it served little purpose for him anymore—especially following his mastery of the incantation palm imprint, which rendered weapons obsolete. Still, he could fashion it into clothing now. After a moment's reflection, he willed the change, and his attire shifted to red. Swarms of metallic fluid surged from the fabric and merged into the blood lotus. The blood lotus upon him pulsed with silver radiance too. Moments later, that glow vanished. The blood lotus retained its deep crimson hue, though Zhao Hai understood that it had fully absorbed and refined the metal.

Back then, Zhao Hai had infused liquid silver with endless heavenly materials to boost its might and volume. But those enhancements held no value for him presently. Thus, he simply wore the liquid silver as apparel. Naturally, some portion had flowed into the blood lotus, where the metal underwent refinement. Going forward, the blood lotus could manipulate that metal for even greater feats.

Zhao Hai ran his fingers over his outfit, finding it remarkably snug. The red color came quickest when reshaping items from the space's resources. Those materials could adjust in scale, harden to steel-like toughness, or soften to utmost pliability. The garb he now donned exemplified this versatility.

A faint smile played on Zhao Hai's face, stirring a wave of nostalgia. Previously, liquid silver had excelled at scouting missions, but with the spell worm at his command, he required it no longer. Controlling liquid silver demanded his direct oversight, whereas the spell worm obeyed simple directives, proving far handier. Hence, liquid silver offered scant utility to him nowadays.

Not just his clothing, the liquid silver had also formed into footwear. This spared Zhao Hai a more disheveled appearance. Yet, with a casual gesture, several strands of white rabbit fur materialized in his palm. These were the very hairs he had gripped earlier. What astonished him, though, was their capacity to combust.

The rabbit fur derived from metal. Zhao Hai had sensed this upon touching it, yet he never anticipated it would ignite. Being a combustible alloy caught him off guard. He scrutinized it briefly but discerned nothing further. Tossing the fur into his space followed naturally. Preserving it had taken effort, so storing it there for the universal analyzer to dissect made perfect sense.

Conveniently, Laura and her companions had been idle of late, so Zhao Hai resolved to task them with probing the mechanisms and alloys involved. His intrigue toward the divine Secrets sect deepened further. To him, their mechanisms already ranked as formidable, but the rabbit fur episode revealed an even more advanced grasp of diverse materials. This twist had blindsided Zhao Hai entirely.

Still, it ignited Laura and the others' enthusiasm as well. They had long urged Zhao Hai to gather every blade of grass, bloom, and shrub. The rabbits' pelts had been harvested too. Yet no actual rabbits had been snared. The rabbits themselves proved rather impressive. Zhao Hai's failure to capture any added to the astonishment.

Zhao Hai grasped it at last. While the divine Secrets sect's mechanisms displayed brilliant ingenuity, their true marvel lay in forgoing arrays, crystals, or any energy-laden cores as drivers. These contraptions drew power solely from mechanical gears, springs, or similar sources. Such an approach had never crossed Zhao Hai's mind before. Nonetheless, he comprehended the sect's rationale for this choice.

Cultivators pursued the refinement of spirit Qi. Even with the elevated Dharma power of Zhao Hai and his allies, they merely purified that Qi to higher levels. Thus, they remained acutely attuned to spirit Qi's presence. Arrays harnessed spirit Qi in their function. Be they simple formations or mighty ones, all relied on spirit Qi. Activating them produced subtle ripples of spirit Qi, and such ripples could alert nearby cultivators.

In the wider world beyond, arrays abounded in variety. A faint spirit Qi stir might go unnoticed amid the bustle, particularly within a sect's grounds or one's dwelling, where energy fluxes were commonplace. Folks typically overlooked minor spiritual surges there.

Yet inside this secret realm, invading cultivators stayed on high alert. Hence, even the slightest spirit Qi tremor would draw their scrutiny at once. Traps proved superior to arrays in this context, emitting no spirit Qi waves whatsoever, thus evading detection by cultivators.

Zhao Hai noted too that these traps could shield against spiritual sense. This feature concealed them from probing minds, luring the unwary into their grasp. In essence, traps excelled through their stealth and absence of spiritual signatures.

Leveraging this edge, the divine Secrets sect had layered the area with myriad traps. Such snares posed deadly threats to newcomers. Zhao Hai himself had stumbled into two without realizing, and had it been anyone else, death would have claimed them swiftly.

Within the rabbit lurked a spring-driven core, enabling it to unleash its entire coat of fur in a flash. Zhao Hai deduced further that the liquid was a potent venom blend. Beyond igniting on contact, it resisted shedding from the skin and sustained its burn. Should his hunch hold, the venom scorned water and carried toxicity besides. An average cultivator at the transcendence stage facing this onslaught would struggle to escape unscathed.

Zhao Hai's fascination with the divine Secrets sect swelled even more. Their puppetry arts followed the orthodox cultivator path, etched with runes to empower the constructs immensely. This aligned with standard cultivation evolution. By contrast, their mechanical innovations veered onto an unconventional trail. To Zhao Hai, it evoked something akin to forbidden tech.

He scanned his surroundings, noting no alterations. The rabbit's whereabouts eluded him entirely. Though a handful of rabbits still bounded through the grass, they kept a safe distance. Zhao Hai lingered, watching intently. He perceived that their seemingly erratic leaps followed a deliberate rhythm. No rabbit strayed beyond its assigned mu of territory. They bounded within bounds, never departing. Eleven rabbits dotted the spot, plus the one he had repelled earlier, totaling twelve. This meant Zhao Hai occupied a trapped zone, with more hazards lurking nearby. Venturing into adjacent patches would provoke rabbit assaults.

"Interesting," Zhao Hai murmured with a grin. With those words, he lunged ahead. He poured power into his legs for the leap. Should grass ensnare him mid-jump, he could shatter its hold instantly. Pits held no threat to him now. As for the rabbits, any closing in on Zhao Hai met a sweep of his hand, unleashing Qi-Jin blasts to disperse them. He then sealed them into his Origin space. Straightaway, Zhao Hai pressed into the next zone.

No sooner had he cleared the patch than the surrounding grass stirred of its own accord. Innumerable blades then launched skyward, hurtling toward him like iron spikes. Nearby tree leaves detached en masse, slicing at him as razor edges. The whistling gusts alone betrayed their formidable force.

At the sight, Zhao Hai recognized this as likely the zone's deadliest strike. Unfazed, he formed a hand seal and bellowed, "Zhe!" In that utterance, a massive seal materialized at his side. It hurtled forward without delay. All grass and leaves it engulfed froze midair. Several leaping rabbits halted too, suspended. Then the seal dissolved, dropping the foliage and creatures to earth. The rabbits bounced up and charged anew.

Zhao Hai chuckled and snapped his fingers. Bursts of Qi scattered the rabbits apart. A sweeping gesture followed, drawing all the grass, leaves, and disassembled rabbits into his Origin space. He surveyed the cleared ground, now stark and barren.

Zhao Hai exhaled deeply. This secret realm brimmed with uncanny perils. Only twelve mu of terrain lay visible to him. Deeper vistas hid behind unyielding fog. That haze thwarted divine sense and lingered eternally, a wondrous barrier. But having conquered this stretch, Zhao Hai steeled himself to probe the shrouded beyond. With that resolve, he pivoted toward the mist and saw it parting gradually, unveiling what lay concealed within.