Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8480: Get together (1)

The market of the Dark Ghost Sect lay in ruins, obliterated by Zhao Hai's Yin Wind Ghost Flag. Countless cultivators—hundreds of thousands—had perished there, leaving nothing but devastation in its wake!

Word of this catastrophe swept across the entire Blood Sea Realm faster than a gale. No one could have anticipated the sheer ferocity of Zhao Hai's retaliation. To strike boldly against the Dark Ghost Sect, one of the ten mighty sects, and reduce their market to ashes in a single assault—it ignited chaos throughout the Blood Sea Realm.

Yet, this event only solidified the belief that Zhao Hai possessed the Ghostwind Bandits' hidden treasures. Even if he lacked the Dark Ghost Sect's own artifacts, the Yin Wind Ghost Flag alone was a priceless gem. This flag rivaled the supreme Dharma artifacts of any sect, holding immense value for every cultivator. Possessing it could greatly enhance one's path in cultivation, offering true advantages. In no time, nearly every cultivator in the Blood Sea Realm sprang into action, surging toward the Dark Ghost Sect's domain to hunt down Zhao Hai.

The other top ten sects could no longer remain idle. They dispatched their disciples to slip into the Dark Ghost Sect's lands. The Dark Ghost Sect found itself powerless against this influx. With so many intruders and factions involved, their warnings and blockades on the surface achieved little; deep down, they were utterly outmatched.

Still, as the dominant force in their territory, the Dark Ghost Sect swiftly assembled an army and scoured every corner of their domain. They also launched a pursuit of Zhao Hai. Soon, the rogue cultivators caught on to the tracking methods and joined the search. Chaos engulfed the Dark Ghost Sect's territory more intensely with each passing moment.

Zhao Hai soared through the skies of the Blood Sea. Five days had passed since he razed the Dark Ghost Sect's market. For those five days, he had been traversing the Blood Sea by flight. He had already spotted the two islands controlled by the Dark Ghost Sect and verified that Yin Wuchang wasn't on the first one. Now, he hurried toward the second island. He understood perfectly: after demolishing their market and revealing the Yin Wind Ghost Flag, escape was impossible. Neither the Dark Ghost Sect, nor the rogue cultivators, nor the intruders from rival sects would spare him. The flag's allure was irresistible; they wouldn't pass up such a chance.

While pressing onward, Zhao Hai sensed a crushing force bearing down from overhead. He paused in surprise for an instant, then realized someone had pinpointed his location and struck from above. His face remained calm as he let out a cold snort and bellowed, "Divine Secrets Finger, Rolling Stones Like Thunder!" This technique, Rolling Stones Like Thunder, ranked among the most domineering strikes in his Divine Secrets Finger arsenal. The descending power from above packed tremendous might, forcing Zhao Hai to counter with this to shatter the assailant's spell.

A flick of his finger summoned a massive stone sphere before him, hurling skyward like a fired cannon. It surged upward with overwhelming force. Moments later, a thunderous crash echoed. The sphere collided with an unseen barrier and vanished, easing the pressure weighing on Zhao Hai's head.

"Yi!" A surprised murmur rang out, trailed by another voice: "Impressive kid, you actually withstood my Overlord Hammer. You've got real talent!" As the words faded, a silhouette gradually materialized above Zhao Hai. Soon, additional figures emerged, encircling him completely. Hundreds of foes now hemmed Zhao Hai in.

Zhao Hai stood poised, hands clasped behind him. He eyed the group with a mocking grin and declared, "It took you five whole days to track me down. I'm not sure if you're all worthless or something, but now that you're here, no one's leaving. Serve as offerings to my Yin Wind Ghost Flag. The more lives it claims, the stronger it grows. I wonder how soon it'll reclaim its full might."

The figure hovering over Zhao Hai scoffed, "Boy, your arrogance knows no bounds. Today, I'll ensure you meet a gruesome end." His tone rumbled low, vibrating from his chest like distant thunder. This man exuded raw power. Towering over two meters, his muscles rippled like forged metal. Bare-chested in simple trousers, he gripped a colossal hammer. Its handle stretched nearly three meters, the head vast as a ladle—an eight-edged behemoth. He was the one who had ambushed Zhao Hai. Shattering the thunderous Rolling Stone with one blow highlighted his hammer's devastating force. His cultivation had attained the refinement realm. From his rugged look, he wasn't a sect disciple but a true rogue cultivator. Reaching the refinement realm as a rogue was no small feat. And staying independent at that level? It spoke volumes of his prowess—and his brutality.

Rogue cultivators often lacked the innate gifts for smooth advancement. Major sects typically overlooked them, leaving them to wander alone. Yet, once a rogue hit the profound Qi realm, big sects would come calling. Even if the elites passed, lesser sects would recruit. Most rogues would then join up, leaving few who persisted solo.

A rogue who climbed to the art refinement realm without affiliating meant exceptional talent. It also signaled a wild spirit, rejecting the constraints of grand sects for a life of freedom.

But this freedom came at a cost: no steady resources, no sect benefits, no assigned quests. Their only path to progress? Plunder! Slaughter and looting treasures became routine. Whether lone wanderers or sect heirs, all fell prey to them. They seized what they craved through sheer force. Without fail, such individuals were merciless killers.

This hammer-wielding giant was precisely that—a hardened rogue cultivator. Among those encircling Zhao Hai, several had touched the Dharma-refining realm. Murderous auras radiated from them as they fixed their gazes on him. Though silent, their minds mirrored the big man's resolve.

Zhao Hai scanned the crowd and abruptly chuckled, "Something just clicked for me. I mentioned being the new Ghostwind Bandit earlier, but here's the catch: I can't revive that legacy alone. I need followers. So, I'll offer you all a shot—join me as subordinates, and we'll wander the realms together. We'll restore the Ghostwind Bandits' legendary splendor. Heed this: it's your one and only chance. Refuse, and I'll claim your lives, binding your souls as ghost soldiers in my Yin Wind Ghost Flag. Ruling ghosts without true allies isn't so bad, is it?"

Zhao Hai's offer left the surrounding rogues momentarily dumbfounded, then sneers twisted their features. The giant snorted dismissively and barked, "You, kid? At mere profound Qi realm, you think you can command someone like me in the Dharma-using realm? Are you insane? Hahahaha!"

Zhao Hai fixed his gaze on the brute and replied with icy laughter, "Don't forget—I extended the chance. Reject it, and you can't fault me. Come on, show me what you've got." With a casual flick, a jet-black longsword materialized in his grasp. It was the very flexible blade he'd acquired before.

Zhao Hai ran his fingers along the edge and murmured gravely, "This sword once belonged to that elder from the Severe Sword Sect who slaughtered the Ghostwind Bandits. Sealed away from daylight for years, it's time it quenched its thirst on new blood. Oh, and I neglected to mention: my skills go beyond mere finger strikes. It's called Shen Ji, brimming with infinite variations. Today, I'll wield this blade through Shen Ji. Let's see if you lot have the power to challenge me."

"Enough prattle, brat. Taste my hammer!" The brute lunged abruptly, swinging his weapon at Zhao Hai while roaring, "Slam of Mount Tai!" He spoke truth—his hammer's size and weight made the descent mimic a mountain's crush.

Observing the attack, Zhao Hai couldn't suppress a grin. "Fine, for that strike alone, I'll let you live!" His words ended, and his presence shifted dramatically. Energy within him surged wildly: spell essence realm level five, level six, level seven; then spell refinement realm level one, two, up to six. His power peaked at spell refinement realm level six before stabilizing. He lifted his sword and intoned deeply, "Divine Secrets, Heaven Piercing Spike!" In that instant, the blade thrust skyward. The motion evoked a trap's hidden dart—explosive, unrelenting, bursting forth with unstoppable fury.

The brute sensed a razor-sharp sword intent lancing upward. His hammer's momentum deflated like a punctured bladder under a needle's prick. The force then barreled toward him. Shock gripped him; he'd never witnessed such a piercing sword art. He'd clashed with Severe Sword Sect disciples before—their styles emphasized tricky shifts, not this brutal onslaught. Alarm surged through him. Yet, his hammer mastery ran deep, allowing swift adaptation. The downward blow flipped to an upward block, the handle's butt end thrusting directly at Zhao Hai...