Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8516: The plan (1)

Zhao Hai simply grinned as he watched them depart. He remained silent. Afterward, he took the initiative to assign accommodations for Zhu Yong and Gou ‘Zi before departing himself. He headed up to the third floor, where Laura and the rest were waiting. Naturally, he preferred not to bunk with Zhu Yong and his group. Being around Laura and the others felt far more pleasant than staying with those fellows.

Meanwhile, Chang Jun and his companions were going wild with excitement. They were desperate to grasp the secrets of this realm, so once they picked their living quarters, they quickly grabbed the Jade slip and Jade tablet that Zhao Hai had brought up. The capabilities of the Jade slip and Jade tablet left them utterly astonished.

This Jade token served as a gateway, enabling entry into this realm whenever desired. Yet, to wield it effectively, one first needed to refine it. That involved channeling mental energy, adding a drop of blood, and infusing a strand of soul power into the Jade token.

The Jade slip offered even richer details. It covered not just the amenities in their quarters but the entire realm as well. Within this realm lay mineral veins, fertile lands, flowing waters, chilling springs, cultivation fields, demon beast habitats, towering mountains, vast plains, and boundless seas. It laid out every aspect with precision, while also revealing the immense scale of this realm to all.

Once they got the hang of their room features, the group bolted from their quarters like a whirlwind, dashing off to explore other parts of the spatial domain. They wanted to witness this well-known spatial domain firsthand, yet they soon discovered its true might. It boasted not only peaks, woodlands, rivers, meadows, and demon beasts, but crucially, those demon beasts would strike at them—and they packed real power.

For the next ten days, aside from retreating to their rooms for nightly rest, they devoted every moment to probing the realm's depths. They acted like eager kids in a fresh wonderland, endlessly hunting for hidden gems.

After those ten days, they finally halted their quest for riches. By then, they held a solid grasp of this realm's layout. But precisely because of that insight, their respect for Zhao Hai deepened further. They couldn't fathom how he had squeezed such a colossal realm into that tiny boat. From outside, the boat seemed barely able to hold ten souls at most. Yet this realm could house billions. It was downright mind-blowing.

Upon settling back into their homes and calming their nerves, Zhao Hai summoned Chang Jun, Wen Yuming, Xu Gang, and several fresh Island Lords. He maintained his private quarters here, complete with a conference chamber and a private study. He seldom showed up, though.

With the larger crowd this time, Zhao Hai directed everyone to the conference chamber. It resembled a grand auditorium. Up front stood an elevated dais where Zhao Hai took his seat. The dais rose just over a meter from the floor. The others' seats stepped up gradually, but everything flowed smoothly overall. This chamber could host nearly 10,000 for gatherings, yet with their small number, space posed no issue.

The auditorium lay buried underground, right beneath their living area. Still, the perpetual light array overhead bathed it in vivid brightness. The sound array around them ensured Zhao Hai's words reached every ear in the hall.

Besides the cultivators, the undead clan's Island Masters had joined too. Zhao Hai intended to grant the undead clan equal standing with the cultivators. Though they served as his retainers without needing faith power, he insisted on fairness. He refused to shortchange his followers. The undead might not mind, but Zhao Hai certainly did.

Once all were present, Zhao Hai scanned the assembly and declared, “I haven’t summoned you all in these past ten days to let you spend more time familiarizing yourselves with this realm. I forged it from endless top-grade resources. You could say I poured every last resource into it. Also, know that what you’ve explored so far is just this one realm. Another realm awaits your discovery.”

Zhao Hai’s words left everyone dumbfounded. They stared at him in disbelief. They had no clue about this second realm. What secrets did it hold? Where could it be? The unknowns left them reeling.

Zhao Hai eyed the group and intoned gravely, “Today’s call is for you Island Masters. In the blood sea realm, each Island Master commands their own island and loyal slaves. Those slaves supply faith power, which boosts your strength immensely. But our unique circumstances mean no loyal slaves for us now, nor do you have islands. It’s unavoidable, given our position. You can’t expect the same as everyone else.”

The others nodded their understanding. They grasped their tough spot, yet betrayal never crossed their minds. Blood Slaughter Sect members would never turn on him. They’d stood by Zhao Hai for years, their loyalty unbreakable. They knew his prowess too well to even consider defection. The Ghostwind team? They wouldn’t dare. Before, their Island Lord ranks had puffed them up, but this realm humbled them. They paled beside Zhao Hai—not just in realm-crafting, but even fashioning a space artifact. The chasm was vast.

Zhao Hai regarded them all and spoke deeply, “We may lack personal islands, but loyal slaves are within reach. Actually, beneath this realm lies another one. Its conditions might not match this one's splendor, but its expanse dwarfs this by over tenfold. I crafted it for those very slaves. True, we have none here yet, but we can seize them. Endless loyal slaves roam out there. Even if the ten great sects target us, it won’t be simple for them, so we’ll claim those slaves ourselves. Once we do and usher them into the slave realm, they’ll serve as our loyal slaves forever!”

Hearing Zhao Hai’s scheme, eyes sparked across the room. They’d never imagined him pulling such a move. In blood sea realm annals, snatching loyal slaves stood as unprecedented. No sect ever prized them. Even in sect clashes, none tampered with them. Not from mercy, but because slaves posed zero danger—no point in bothering.

Besides, no sect ever ran short on loyal slaves. They overflowed with them. Those creatures bred like wildfire. Sects sometimes steered clear of slave burrows just to house the surplus. Shortages? Unheard of. Thus, the notion of claiming slaves never arose.

But Zhao Hai’s crew craved loyal slaves most of all right now. So his words ignited their fervor. Gaining slaves meant future faith power. They could stand tall like other Island Masters. Disciples might lag in number, but that could build gradually. Growth demanded steady steps, after all.

Noting their eager faces, Zhao Hai chuckled. “Looks like you’re all keen on this,” he said. “Check this out. I’ve compiled intel on minor sects. These outfits struck at our Blood Slaughter Sect disciples in past raids. Their forces aren’t mighty. I plan to hit them, seizing their resources, techniques, and loyal slaves. Their sect folk? Wipe them out!”

His final words dripped with murderous aura. Yet none protested. Xu Gang and kin were rogue cultivators, ascending through rivers of blood. They’d thrived amid slaughter—killing held no terror.

Blood Slaughter Sect disciples? Even more attuned. They honed their killing aura via combat from the start. Though their victim count stayed moderate, fear of bloodshed? Absent. Lately, sect upheavals had drawn opportunistic strikes from rivals, fueling bitter grudges. Facing those foes, how could Blood Slaughter disciples show mercy? They yearned to eradicate every last one, reveling in the purge. Hesitation? Laughable.

Zhao Hai surveyed the group with a grin. “Good, with your buy-in, no need for more talk. Let’s head out and gear up for the strike. But we can’t fly the Blood Slaughter Sect banner. It’s too hot right now. If the nine sects catch wind, they’ll pounce. Rahu and Giant Demon might be fine, but the rest nurse grudges. So we roll as Ghostwind bandits. Brace yourselves for that.”

Though it chafed a bit, all consented. They weren’t rash youths. Zhao Hai’s logic rang true. Exposing Blood Slaughter ties would summon the seven major sects’ wrath instantly. No matter Zhao Hai’s might, they’d turn into pariahs, despised and hunted. Peril loomed large.