Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8483 8483: Attacking the island (1)

The shocking announcement of the Ghostwind Bandits' comeback to the martial world raced through the entire Blood Sea Realm faster than anyone could imagine. All cultivators learned that Zou Xiao had swiftly rebuilt the Ghostwind Bandits in record time. On top of that, he had crushed two teams of rogue cultivators one after another. This turn of events sent every sect across the Blood Sea Realm into a whirlwind of fear. No one had foreseen Zou Xiao's immense strength, enabling him to revive the Ghostwind Bandits so rapidly.

Naturally, the major sects launched probes into Zou Xiao's background right away. Yet, their searches turned up nothing since they couldn't trace his origins at all. The only clue was his initial emergence on Blood Lake Island under the Blood Slaughter Sect's control. At first, he knew nothing of the Ghostwind Bandits. They had dragged him off for a blood sacrifice, but instead, he slaughtered them all and claimed the Ghostwind Ghost Flag. With that, he resurrected the Ghostwind Bandits.

Sure, some had wondered if Zou Xiao tied back to the Blood Slaughter Sect somehow. But deeper digs revealed he practiced a technique known as Shen Ji—a core method with infinite variations, like some lost ancient legacy. Folks started thinking he was just a wandering cultivator who stumbled upon this old heritage and showed up on Blood Lake Island.

Still, what exactly was this so-called divine legacy? Why had nobody heard of it before? Rumors said he took down a core disciple from the Dark Ghost Sect without even relying on the Sinister Wind Ghost Flag. Plus, his power had hit the art-refining realm already. Such facts made other sects dismiss any link to the Blood Slaughter Sect.

Disciples of the Blood Slaughter Sect honed their killing intent above all—that path couldn't be altered. Moreover, they'd never known of such a youthful powerhouse in their ranks. Reaching that stage in the Dharma refinement realm marked someone as a top-tier expert in any sect, after all.

Truth be told, the sects dropped their suspicions of the Blood Slaughter Sect mainly because their informants inside spread word that the Blood Slaughter Sect was hunting Zou Xiao's origins too. They even planned to dispatch forces against him.

But with Zou Xiao now slipping out of Blood Slaughter Sect lands into Dark Ghost Sect territory, they'd squandered their prime shot at him. The Dark Ghost Sect and Blood Slaughter Sect had always clashed bitterly. They might tolerate outsiders entering their domain to strike at Zou Xiao, but they'd never let Blood Slaughter Sect folks cross over for the same. In short, the Blood Slaughter Sect had blown their golden opportunity.

While the world still scrambled to uncover Zou Xiao's secrets, Zhao Hai had guided the Yin Wind Ghost Bandits to a secluded island in Dark Ghost Sect waters. He'd already stripped away the tracking mark from his body. Tough as it was to erase, being a venomous insect master himself, he handled the insect aura with ease. Thus, Zhao Hai felt no fear of detection by enemies.

Meanwhile, the Ghostwind Bandits had swelled past five hundred strong. He'd taken down two bands of loose cultivators. True, those groups formed hastily on the fly. Yet after smashing the initial one, Zhao Hai only slew part of the next—the survivors yielded completely.

Surrender came with strict terms this round. Only refinement realm masters kept their ranks; the rest ranked below the original recruits. Newcomers had to bow to the first wave upon sight. For loot shares, they took smaller cuts than pioneers, unless standout efforts in future fights boosted their standing.

The old hands accepted this setup without gripe, and so did the fresh faces. In the Ghostwind Bandits, Zhao Hai called every shot. What he decreed, they followed—no room for defiance. Dare to challenge Zhao Hai? Only one fate awaited: execution.

After swiftly executing a handful of rebels, the group settled into obedience. They realized this boss, who often seemed all smiles and easygoing, wasn't one to trifle with. He truly would strike down foes without hesitation. Hence, Zhao Hai's word reigned supreme in the Ghostwind Bandits. None risked defying his commands, knowing disobedience meant certain death.

Thanks to that iron rule, when Zhao Hai directed them toward assaulting a Dark Ghost Sect island, terror gripped them all yet none voiced protest. Now they lurked on the island's edge, silently awaiting his signal to charge. Dread etched their features, mingled with thrilling anticipation.

Who were these folks? Mere rogue cultivators. Spotting big sect disciples usually sparked envy or outright terror in them. Sure, they might ambush outer sect members if bold enough, but core or inner disciples? Forget it—pro-disciples were untouchable dreams. Attacking a Dark Ghost Sect island outright? How could that not ignite wild excitement?

Nightfall crept in gradually. Zhao Hai eyed the silent island ahead. Cultivators could skip sleep for ages, but barring rare techniques, most unwound after dark. So island guards eased up then, defenses at their slackest. Perfect for a strike. Unlike the Ghost Market—a trading hub where the island lord rarely lingered—this was no public spot. As an inner Yin Ghost Sect island, closed off to outsiders, it boasted a resident lord with formations ready. Storming it meant bracing for that elite's full wrath.

Zhao Hai glanced back at his crew and rumbled deeply, "Get set. No solo moves allowed. Anyone scattering wild gets no mercy from me. We're hitting this island head-on, facing their island lord straight. Pool every bit of power, or we're all done for. But topple that lord, and the whole island's loot is ours. Stick together, no exceptions."

The group chorused agreement. Zhao Hai eyed them steadily and growled low, "Back when we first formed, smashing those two rogue bands barely raised eyebrows. But this hit? We'll shake the world. Sure, the Dark Ghost Sect will hunt us fierce after. Still, tracking us down won't be simple. We'll raid a bit here in Dark Ghost turf, then bounce to other sects. Hahaha, the Dark Wind Bandits will rule all! Those top ten sects? We'll smash 'em one by one."

Zhao Hai's bold words hit the crew—fear lingered, but exhilaration drowned it out. From this night on, they'd etch the Ghostwind Bandits into legend. "One spot we skip for sure, though—the Blood Slaughter Sect. No touching that."

Puzzled stares turned to Zhao Hai. Why skip it? Both ranked among the top ten sects. He charged the Dark Ghost Sect without a second thought, but shunned the Blood Slaughter Sect? What gave?

Seeing their confusion, Zhao Hai gave a wry grin. "Not dodging the Blood Slaughter Sect out of fear—we just can't crack 'em. They've beefed up defenses on every island with unbreakable formations. Remember, the 13 Family Alliance threw their Sen Luo Palace at one and still failed. We'd fare no better. Their elites swarm in? We're toast. Plus, those lunatics are unhinged. Best steer clear."

Nods rippled through the group at Zhao Hai's explanation. Made sense—they'd been clueless. But his call stood, so they fell in line. Zhao Hai scanned them and intoned gravely, "Rest up two hours. Then we launch on the dot. No moves till then. Anyone slips? I won't hold back. Got it?"

A thunderous "Yes!" echoed back. Zhao Hai nodded firmly. "Good. Rest now." They scattered to meditate, recharging for peak battle readiness. Zhao Hai had stressed that while teaming up, contributions varied. Bigger efforts meant bigger rewards; slackers got scraps. With the Cold Wind Ghost Flag, he could tally each one's input precisely. Distribution would match merit, spurring them to fight like demons.

Two hours vanished in a flash. The bandits rose and clustered by Zhao Hai. He appraised them and declared, "Everyone refreshed? No more pep talk—let's go." With a flick, he unfurled the Sinister Wind Ghost Flag. Black mist billowed, enveloping the lot. They soared skyward, materializing over the blood sea in moments. Full darkness cloaked the scene now. The target island lay hushed, sunk in slumber. Zhao Hai fixed it with a icy smirk, then barked, "Charge!" He swung the ghost flag wide—ebony clouds roiled, shaping into a massive black blade thirty meters long, sheer and ghostly-veiled, utterly eerie. Straight it cleaved toward the island!