Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8477: Escape _1

Leng Feng watched Da Jiuzhi's retreating silhouette but chose not to pursue. He understood clearly that his power level matched Da Jiuzhi's closely. Da Jiuzhi had pulled back this time out of fear that the island's elders might intervene. Besides, this area belonged to the Dark Ghost Sect. Launching a full assault here could provoke their ire, potentially barring his return to Poisonous Insect Valley.

Da Jiuzhi wasn't stupid. He had struck at Leng Feng because so many onlookers were present. Backing away instantly upon spotting Leng Feng would tarnish Poisonous Insect Valley's name. Thus, he needed to strike and withdraw unscathed. This approach safeguarded both Poisonous Insect Valley's honor and the Dark Ghost Sect's face. The man handled affairs with careful measure.

Yet Leng Feng quickly dismissed the issue. He pivoted to gaze at Zhao Hai, encircled by several Dark Ghost Sect disciples. Zhao Hai kept his smile intact. Spotting Leng Feng, he gave a slight nod. That calm look made Leng Feng narrow his eyes instinctively. He could sense Zhao Hai's strength wasn't lacking. What stood out most was his steady presence. Amid such tension, Zhao Hai's grin and poise were truly remarkable.

Leng Feng approached Zhao Hai at a measured pace. Zhao Hai remained still, while the encircling Dark Ghost Sect disciples parted for him. Leng Feng halted roughly ten meters from Zhao Hai. He examined him thoroughly and spoke gravely, "You're Zou Xiao?"

Zhao Hai grinned and replied, "I'm Zou Xiao. If you've come seeking the Ghost Wind Bandits' treasure, then sorry. I truly have no clue about its location. You've got the wrong guy. I hold no grudge against the Dark Ghost Sect. Blocking me like this is utterly unjust."

Leng Feng eyed Zhao Hai and scoffed, "You've got a smooth talk. Anyone can see you're no saint. But words won't help. Better come with me to the Dark Ghost Sect. Whether you know of the Ghost Wind Bandits' treasures isn't my call— the sect elders will judge. I suggest you don't fight back. Otherwise, I promise you won't leave this Ghost Market alive today."

Zhao Hai shook his head with a wry smile, "Honestly, I don't wish to clash with the Dark Ghost Sect. But you won't trust me. If I head there with you, you'll surely apply the soul-searching technique on me. That would spell my doom. So I can't join you. That leaves just one option. Divine Secret Finger, Pear Blossom in the Storm!" Even before his words ended, Zhao Hai thrust his finger forward.

With that thrust, a clear finger shot from Zhao Hai's hand. It burst apart, transforming into a shower of lights that enveloped Leng Feng and his group. The strike caught everyone off guard. Loose cultivators hadn't anticipated it, nor had Leng Feng. He never imagined Zhao Hai would dare strike in this setting. Such audacity stunned him.

Still, Leng Feng's battle savvy ran deep. Though briefly taken aback, he swiftly countered and bellowed, "Brat, how dare you!" His hands moved swiftly too. He swung the large flag he held, positioning it as a shield. The flag stirred on its own, swirling wildly to sweep up those glowing specks.

A thunderous crash echoed, trailed by pained cries. The force hurled Leng Feng backward. Zhao Hai had timed the assault perfectly, while Leng Feng's defense came rushed. Unable to fully resist, he staggered several steps. The nearby Dark Ghost Sect disciples lacked his quick reflexes. They failed to fend off the light rain, getting pierced by it. Their bodies riddled with gaping wounds, they wailed in agony before collapsing dead.

As he stumbled back, Leng Feng witnessed his junior brothers slain right before him. His face twisted in fury, and he snarled, "Brat, you've got nerve. I'll ensure you perish without a grave." With that, he flicked his flag, summoning dark clouds overhead, poised to strike at Zhao Hai.

But then Zhao Hai's voice rang out. "Hundred Changes of Divine Armament, Quicksand Escape!" As he spoke, Zhao Hai jabbed at the ground. The solid stone floor morphed into flowing sand. Zhao Hai's form sank into it and vanished.

Leng Feng's face darkened at the sight. He grunted coldly, "Kid, where do you think you're fleeing?" The dark cloud morphed into a massive hand that slammed down on the earth. A deafening boom followed, carving a thirty-foot crater. Yet Zhao Hai was long gone.

The clouds faded, exposing Leng Feng once more. He stood rigidly, his demeanor grim. Though his black robe hid his features, the seething rage radiating from him chilled every loose cultivator present. They instinctively drew back. They knew Leng Feng fumed deeply now. If he vented on them, disaster loomed. Eager to escape, they yearned to depart swiftly.

Leng Feng ignored the rogue cultivators. He flicked his wrist, sending a black gleam streaking away. It vanished in moments. He stayed rooted. Soon, a green glow approached and landed in his grasp. Leng Feng's spiritual force probed it, and the light dissolved at once. His eyes glinted twice before he boomed, "All of you, hear this. Zou Xiao may have slipped from the Ghost Market, but he's likely still in Dark Ghost Sect lands. Be you lone cultivators or sect members— capture Zhao Hai or spot his trail, inform the Dark Ghost Sect, and earn rich rewards. Here's the tracking method. Get to it!"

At that, Leng Feng gestured, and a stone stele rose from the ground. He etched a cultivation method onto it. Then he gathered the fallen Dark Ghost Sect disciples' bodies and departed. His exit triggered the loose cultivators to swarm the stele, scrutinizing its inscriptions. Reading them revealed how to trace Zhao Hai.

Tracking Zhao Hai proved straightforward. Though Zhao Hai had slain Wen Liyi swiftly, he'd destroyed numerous legendary venomous insects along the way. Those insects' deaths imprinted a subtle aura on Zhao Hai. This aura stemmed from the insects' innate trait— nothing extraordinary. But once it clung to someone, removal was impossible. Others might miss this aura, blind to it, yet Poisonous Insect Valley folks could sense it. They possessed a unique method for detection. Earlier, Da Jiuzhi had used it to locate Zhao Hai.

The black light Leng Feng dispatched earlier reached out to Da Jiuzhi. His demand was clear: yield the tracking method for Zhao Hai, or face the Dark Ghost Sect's full pursuit. Da Jiuzhi relented and provided it.

The method was basic, and Leng Feng mastered it quickly. Once grasped, he scanned the area, wary Zhao Hai might lurk amid the crowd by ill luck. Sharing the technique then could tip him off. Luckily, no sign of Zhao Hai appeared, easing his mind. He disseminated the method, enlisting hordes to hunt Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai remained oblivious to all this. He'd quitted the Ghost Market for the Blood Sea. He avoided using the spatial zone to watch the Ghost Market's events. He knew well that despite lacking top powerhouses, the Ghost Market fell under Dark Ghost Sect control. Countless loose cultivators roamed there too. Weak as they were, their tricks abounded. Revealing his spatial zone would spell greater peril. Thus, he refrained from space abilities. Naturally, the Ghost Market's developments escaped him.

Still, Zhao Hai puzzled over Da Jiuzhi's discovery of him. He probed extensively but found no trace on himself, leaving him astonished. In truth, the legendary venomous insects' mark differed from human scents. It resembled an odor imperceptible by nose— detectable only via special spells. That's how Da Jiuzhi had pinpointed him.

Unaware of this, Zhao Hai couldn't grasp that a spell-only scent had betrayed him. Yet it taught him the Blood Sea Realm teemed with masters wielding myriad arts. A single slip, like deploying spatial power openly, could bring dire fallout.

He couldn't help but breathe relief. Good thing he'd rarely tapped spatial power till now. Otherwise, peril would have struck. The Blood Sea Realm's mighty ones were formidable. They might detect his spatial essence, courting disaster. But Zhao Hai realized monitoring or battling with space power was risky. Storing or retrieving items stayed safe— the space's ripple mimicked common spatial tools. Even subtle variances echoed celestial artifacts' inner voids, raising no alarms. Fighting with space power or spying via space spells, though, could alert the wary, plunging him into jeopardy.

Zhao Hai glided steadily through the Blood Sea. He needed to ponder his next steps. If Da Jiuzhi could track him, so might others. Then endless hunters would pursue. What recourse? Skulking in the Blood Sea indefinitely? Unfeasible. So what path forward?