Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8465: Scheming (1)

While the Thousand Days Drunk Vanilla herb possessed the ability to render individuals intoxicated for a full thousand days, it carried no toxicity or peril. On the contrary, it offered substantial benefits to one's cultivation progress. Certain major sects valued it highly as a crucial component in crafting medicinal pills. Yet, its extreme rarity meant that only a handful of people had ever encountered it. This Thousand Days Intoxicated Vanilla bore a striking resemblance to a widespread ordinary plant. Without its faint scent of wine, distinguishing it from a regular weed would prove nearly impossible.

When prominent sects incorporated the Thousand Days Drunk Vanilla into pill refinement, they blended in extra herbs to ensure the user avoided intoxication. Still, simply steeping it in water and consuming it outright would plunge the drinker into a thousand-day stupor, from which they would eventually recover. Even with the lingering medicinal effects providing some aid to cultivation throughout, nobody ever chose this route.

Reviving someone affected by the Thousand Days Intoxicating Fragrance Grass turned out to be straightforward. A splash of cold water to the face would bring them around soon enough. Exactly for this reason, under typical conditions, no one bothered steeping the Thousand Days Intoxicating Fragrance Grass in water for direct consumption—it squandered the resource. Transforming it into a refined elixir for intake made far more sense.

That said, the Thousand Days Drunk Vanilla served as the perfect tool for scheming against others since it wasn't poisonous at all. No poison detection method could uncover it. Once ingested, it induced deep unconsciousness through drunkenness, leaving the victim open to manipulation. The implications were downright chilling. Thus, when deployed for foul play, it excelled as the top option.

Having secured the Thousand Days Drunk Vanilla herb, Wen Liren and his group brimmed with delight. Zhao Hai excelled in handling poisons, so attempting to use one against him risked certain failure and swift detection. Worse, if he countered with his own toxins, the fallout would prove disastrous.

With the Thousand Days Drunk Vanilla now in hand, subduing Zhao Hai became a simpler affair. Eager flames ignited in everyone's eyes. Capturing him would unlock the secrets of the Ghostwind Bandits' hidden trove. Claiming that fortune would catapult them into true wealth.

Wen Liren turned his attention to Feng Zhongxin and spoke gravely, "Zhongxin, this task falls to you. Can you handle it?" As he finished, his gaze burned with intensity, his presence commanding. It felt like Feng Zhongxin faced instant death for refusal. Deep down, Wen Liren indeed harbored such intentions.

Feng Zhongxin's heart jolted at Wen Liren's fierce look. He quickly remembered how his recent behavior had already sparked doubts in Wen Liren. Any further delay might prompt Wen Liren to eliminate him on the spot. Without another word, he declared, "No issue, Wen bro, rest easy. I've set up a meet with Zou Ming for tomorrow morning. I'll carry the wine along, and we'll nab him right away. But Wen bro, grabbing him on the island might draw unwanted eyes. Here's a better plan: I'll head out with the wine in the morning and lure him on a task. You all trail us. During the job, I'll slip him the drink, wait for the drunkenness to hit, and then we seize him. Out there beyond the island, no one will question his disappearance."

Wen Liren eyed Feng Zhongxin and gave a nod. "Fine, that's the plan. Wang Liang, you and yours watch that Zhao Hai closely. Don't let him slip away. The rest, stand by for tomorrow's orders. Our lucky streak starts soon. Once we pry the Ghostwind Bandits' treasure spot from Zhao Hai, riches await us all."

The group erupted in thrilled agreement. Excitement surged through each one uncontrollably. They couldn't help it—over a millennium had passed, spanning generations, until this moment arrived. The Ghostwind Bandits' legendary hoard was within reach. How could joy not overwhelm them?

Wen Liren surveyed the assembly and intoned deeply, "Okay, prepare yourselves. Action comes tomorrow. Xin Xin, get some solid rest. The spotlight's on you then." All acknowledged, Feng Zhongxin included. With a gesture from Wen Liren, the room emptied as they departed.

Once alone, Wen Liren rose and peered out the window. He murmured, "After all these years, the day has finally arrived." Thrilling sparks danced in his eyes. He'd anticipated this for far too long. With his ambition on the verge of realization, elation coursed through him. Wen Liren knew full well: once he extracted the Ghostwind Bandits' treasure location, the others would meet their end, and the spoils would be his alone. He and his brother would rise to the elite, achieving Island Lord status and perhaps even ascension.

Inside his quarters, Zhao Hai rested serenely with eyes shut. Moments later, he opened them and muttered, "Fascinating. Accomplices still shadowing me. But what's so valuable about me to hold their interest? Fine, let's observe their moves and extract some intel." With that, Zhao Hai shut his eyes once more, this time slipping into true meditation.

Come dawn the following day, knocks echoed at Zhao Hai's door. He rose promptly from bed and approached. Opening it revealed Feng Zhongxin waiting. Zhao Hai paused in mild surprise. Feng Zhongxin appeared far more vibrant than in recent days, his spirits soaring, which caught Zhao Hai off guard. Puzzled, he inquired, "Big brother Feng, what's the great news? You look thrilled today."

Feng Zhongxin's surprise at Zhao Hai's remark sent a cold shiver down his spine. He realized his overeager demeanor had nearly given him away. Should Zhao Hai grow wary, complications would arise. Hastily, Feng Zhongxin replied to Zhao Hai, "Nothing major, just in high spirits. Word came today that green vines are fetching top prices. I know a spot loaded with them, untouched by others. We head there and rake in the profits."

Spotting the unease in Feng Zhongxin's face, Zhao Hai sensed the lie but held his tongue. He simply nodded and stated, "Good, let's head out." He stepped from the room, secured the door, then faced Feng Zhongxin.

Feng Zhongxin nodded and added, "Onward. Learning green vines paid big had me so excited I grabbed some wine. We'll share a sip when we arrive for a breather. The journey's lengthy, taking hours from here. Once there, a quick drink, short rest, then back to harvesting."

Zhao Hai agreed and trailed Feng Zhongxin toward the island's boundary. He also spotted his watchers edging along behind, not too near, split into loose clusters. They feigned casual activities en route to avoid drawing notice.

Glancing at Feng Zhongxin, Zhao Hai noted his apparent ignorance. It clicked for Zhao Hai that Feng Zhongxin conspired with them. A strike might unfold today, explaining the man's buoyant, almost eager vibe.

Zhao Hai smirked inwardly. Curious about their tactics, he stayed silent, aiming to glean motives, numbers, and details. If they all showed, he could dispatch them together.

Reaching the island's edge, Feng Zhongxin guided Zhao Hai onward. This flight stretched longer, roughly ten hours, before donning straw hats and plunging into the blood sea. Descending thousands of meters, they spotted a canyon beneath, its walls draped in vines bearing vivid red leaves. The pair descended straight to the valley floor.

Examining the canyon's vine-covered sides, Zhao Hai soon grasped the green vines' naming. Though leaves blazed fiery red, the stems gleamed green, creating a stunning contrast. No surprise they earned that title. This realm teemed with bizarre flora.

At that point, Feng Zhongxin produced a wine jug and offered it to Zhao Hai. He drew out his own and lifted it toward Zhao Hai. "Here, brother Zou, let's toast and unwind before diving in. This spot's my secret, so no rush on our end."

Zhao Hai accepted the jug with a nod, inhaled its aroma, and swigged deeply. Setting it aside, he eyed Feng Zhongxin. "Fine brew. Packs a real punch, surpassing our last round." The instant he caught the scent, Zhao Hai identified the Thousand Days Drunk Vanilla infusion. A prized find for solo cultivators like them, yet he'd encountered it previously, run numerous tests, and even grew variants in his spatial farm—though none matched this quality. Thus, one whiff confirmed the wine's nature, leaving him unfazed. The Thousand Days Drunk Vanilla held no sway over him; he'd farmed a non-intoxicating strain in his space, alcohol-flavored and cultivation-boosting. Worry was the last thing on his mind.

He downed the spiked wine to ease Feng Zhongxin's suspicions and draw out his allies for a clean sweep. Zhao Hai despised ongoing hassles. Persistent foes grated on him endlessly.

As Zhao Hai quaffed the wine, a flicker of glee crossed Feng Zhongxin's features. He toasted Zhao Hai again and said, "Cheers, brother Zou. We'll pause here briefly, then get moving." Unfamiliar with the Drunk Vanilla's effects, none knew its onset time. To ensure success, he planned to encourage more drinks from Zhao Hai.