Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8518: The remaining evildoers (1)

Zhao Hai gave a nod and spoke in a low tone, “Let’s head in. We’ll discuss things once we’re inside. After grasping the situation, we can methodically handle them.” With those words, Zhao Hai’s thoughts shifted, propelling the boat directly toward the Blood River. The vessel moved at great speed, quickly approaching the Blood River’s edge before plunging right into it.

The moment the boat dove into the Blood River, it shook violently, yet it soon steadied itself. Still, its pace slowed considerably. Zhao Hai felt a jolt of surprise. Though Chang Jun had mentioned the unique energy within the Blood River, he hadn’t paid it much mind earlier. Now, it was clear this force was far from ordinary—it was immensely strong, surging along with the river’s current. Since the boat pushed against this mighty flow, its speed had naturally decreased.

Thanks to the empowering influence from the blood sea realm’s might, the little boat had grown even sturdier. Even with the reduced velocity, it wasn’t halted entirely. Moreover, the Blood River spanned just dozens of miles across, allowing them to cross it in short order.

No sooner had they emerged from the Blood River than several streaks of sword light hurtled their way. In an instant, they cut off Zhao Hai and his companions. This caught Zhao Hai off guard, prompting him to gaze at the sword cultivators with keen interest.

Clad in moon-white robes, they hovered on flying swords, each exuding an air of distinction. They resembled typical sword cultivators, utterly unlike the disciples from blood sea realm sects. Zhao Hai found this startling, as he’d never imagined such a group existing in the blood sea.

The sword wielders positioned themselves before Zhao Hai and his group. The leading disciple eyed them sternly and declared in a grave voice, “What brings you here? Why have you intruded into my Blood River Sea territory?” He appeared to be in his twenties, strikingly handsome, with starry eyes and sharp, sword-like brows. His gaze was deep and intense, carrying a hint of haughty pride that marked him as a true young master type—a captivating figure indeed.

Zhao Hai observed them and then grinned suddenly, “What’s the issue? Are we forbidden from entering the Blood River Sea area? You may not recognize us, but surely you’ve heard of this banner.” As he said this, Zhao Hai gestured toward the cold wind Ghost flag nearby. This cold wind Ghost flag stood planted on the ship, identical to the original in every way.

Upon hearing Zhao Hai’s remark, the cultivator glanced once more at the cold wind Ghost flag. Yet it was plain he didn’t know it. He let out a cold huff and replied, “No one may enter the Blood River Sea. Regarding the flag you speak of, I have no knowledge. It’s best you come along quietly and heed my sect’s commands. Otherwise, don’t fault us for rudeness.” While speaking, the longsword under their feet was already gripped in his hand. He aimed it straight at Zhao Hai, unleashing a sword intent that pierced the heavens. This sword intent flowed like a raging river, turbulent and infused with a sense of seasoned depth.

Seeing the cultivator’s display, Zhao Hai’s eyes gleamed with intrigue. “Fascinating. It’s impressive to wield a sword at such a level. Regrettably, your end is still death.” With that, Zhao Hai flicked his hand. Chang Jun and the rest soared upward, lunging toward the cultivators.

Though these few cultivators acted with great arrogance, their cultivation levels weren’t particularly advanced. Apart from the leader, the others were merely at the power of the law essence realm. The leader himself had only reached the fourth level of the Dharma cultivation realm. Against foes like Chang Jun and his group, such cultivators stood no chance. They couldn’t even fight back before Chang Jun and the others struck them down.

Once Chang Jun and the others had slain those individuals, the massive flag on the small boat unfurled and swept them straight into its folds, making them vanish. Not a single spirit managed to flee; all were transformed into ghost soldiers aboard the vessel. Meanwhile, the corpses’ flesh and blood served as vital sustenance for the boat itself.

For Zhao Hai, dispatching those people was effortless, like snapping his fingers. He paid it no heed. Instead, he guided the boat to submerge into the blood sea and fade from sight. Shortly after Zhao Hai’s party had vanished, dozens of cultivators reached the spot of the killings. They scanned the area but found nothing unusual. Though baffled, they promptly relayed the news to their sect. After all, the disappearance happened right by the Blood River. If intruders hadn’t slipped into the Blood River Sea to assault their disciples, they’d be eliminated. This suggested hostile intent from the attackers, demanding heightened vigilance.

Zhao Hai dismissed such concerns. His primary reason for not striking the Blood River Sea sects immediately was to gather intel on them. Regardless of the foe, Zhao Hai never dropped his defenses. Once he had details on his adversaries, he’d devise the optimal strategy to crush them decisively.

Zhu Yong did maintain some spies in the area, but they were lone cultivators unable to uncover much about the Blood River Sea sects. The sects there operated in an odd manner, shunning all outsider contact. They recruited disciples with extreme caution, even more so than major sects. Anyone bold enough to probe their internal affairs faced swift elimination—none were spared.

This very caution prevented Zhu Yong from deploying many spies to delve into those sects’ secrets. Their true power remained unclear, though the sects’ sizes suggested modest strength at best.

Zhao Hai was taken aback that even Zhu Yong had little to report. Yet he felt no rush. If Zhu Yong couldn’t obtain data on those sects, Zhao Hai would handle it personally. He directed the boat to the sword origin sect, which controlled over 50 islands—implying at least 50 Island Lord-level powerhouses, or perhaps over 60 if overestimated. A force like his could easily overwhelm such a sect.

Still, Zhao Hai proceeded with utmost caution. He approached a secluded island of the sword origin sect, one not welcoming visitors, and bided his time there. As the island’s sword origin sect disciples ventured out on tasks, Zhao Hai planted spell bugs on them. Upon their return, the bugs detached and explored the entire island.

Observing the island’s layout left Zhao Hai astonished. The sword origin sect’s structures starkly contrasted with blood sea realm sects’ edifices. Described as ornate with carved beams and painted beams, the island’s buildings evoked those of standard sects—vastly more expansive than anything in the blood sea realm.

Next, Zhao Hai gathered snippets of dialogue from the island’s cultivators. Though he avoided spying on the island master directly, he could eavesdrop on regular disciples. From these talks, he pieced together the reasons behind their peculiar ways.

For several days, Zhao Hai continued amassing the cultivators’ conversations on the island. Reviewing them afterward left him dumbfounded. He uncovered a startling secret amid the disciples’ words: the sword origin sect wasn’t a devil path faction but a righteous path one. The disciples spoke disdainfully of devil path sects, brimming with loathing for the blood sea realm’s groups. This revelation truly shocked Zhao Hai.

Yet Zhao Hai’s gaze sparkled with excitement. He realized this presented a heaven-sent chance. No matter their origins, their scorn for demonic sects meant they avoided external ties out of fear. Discovery by other sects would spell their doom—they’d be wiped out instantly for such views, explaining their isolation from demonic groups.

Thus, attacking them wouldn’t prompt pleas to outside sects. At worst, they’d seek aid only from fellow Blood River Sea factions, not beyond. This was undoubtedly favorable for Zhao Hai.

With this in mind, Zhao Hai summoned Chang Jun and the others to his study. Upon their arrival, he regarded them and stated, “I’ve just obtained some intel on the sword origin sect. Review it, then share your opinions.” He then handed the jade slips to Chang Jun and the group.

After scanning the jade slip, Chang Jun and the others were stunned. Chang Jun turned to Zhao Hai and remarked, “Sect master, if this intel holds true, these blood sea region folks might be the surviving orthodox sect members stranded here from the last millennium war. Only such survivors would found a sect like this and embed those ideals in its members. Leaving them be would see them align with the orthodox side in the next millennium war, posing a threat to us blood sea realm cultivators.”

Xu Gang and Wen Yuming nodded in agreement, but Zhu Yong interjected gravely, “Yet this works to our advantage. If they truly are orthodox remnants, they’ll hide their true nature. Even in battle here, they won’t seek aid from other sects. It’s an ideal moment for us to strike without restraint.”

Hearing Zhu Yong’s words, Chang Jun and the other two paused in surprise, then their eyes brightened. The four now served as Zhao Hai’s key aides: Chang Jun led the bloodsucker team, Xu Gang commanded the ghost wind team, Wen Yuming oversaw the divine Arms Battalion, and Zhu Yong handled intelligence. Alongside Gou ‘Zi at Zhao Hai’s side, they formed the bloody massacre sect’s top leadership.