Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8522: Reaction (1)

Capítulo 8522: Reaction (1)

Naturally, this realm offered no provisions for sustenance, utility, or shelter. Beyond the temple itself, emptiness reigned. The devotees among the faithful slaves were forced to fend for themselves. Yet, these individuals had zero prior experience in such matters. Their former abode had been constructed by the island master upon the island's creation. Apart from devotion and cultivation, their lives held nothing more. They possessed no skills for labor whatsoever. Their meals consisted solely of fasting pills. Hence, they had never tackled such tasks and required guidance to begin.

Thankfully, they could still engage in practice, and their practiced methods proved quite effective. Within the temple of the faithful slave’s space resided a handful of items, including the testing stone and numerous stone tablets detailing techniques. The testing stone operated simply: a devotee merely needed to place a hand upon it, and it would reveal their physique type, suitable cultivation paths, and even appropriate techniques. Armed with this knowledge, they could proceed to the relevant stone tablets to select fitting techniques and commence their cultivation.

Regarding nourishment, the outer world brimmed with options. Wild greens, untamed fruits, breadfruit trees, noodle trees, and even spiritual rice abounded. Various demon beasts roamed as well. Constructing dwellings proved straightforward too, with ample stones and timber available. They could erect their own homes, though learning the craft was essential.

That said, performing such labors demanded tools and perhaps weapons as well. Zhao Hai had long since furnished these for them. Moreover, members of the Divine Arms Battalion stood ready to instruct them. Thus, the faithful slaves faced no perils in sustaining themselves within their dedicated spaces.

Initially, the slaves felt anxious, but excitement soon overtook them. Their previous confines had been terribly cramped. Emerging into this expansive domain thrilled them immensely. The surroundings here far surpassed those of their old enclosure.

Still, adaptation to life in the faithful slaves’ spaces would demand time. The Divine Arms Battalion personnel would linger there for a period. Truth be told, upon their initial arrival in the faithful slave’s space, astonishment gripped them. They never imagined the space could span so vast an area with such superior conditions. Frankly, they could envision residing there permanently. This revelation deepened their awe at Zhao Hai’s formidable power.

For three full days, Zhao Hai and his companions shuttled goods from the Original Sword Sect. Only then did Zhang Yu succeed in relocating every item from the Original Sword Sect into the medium. Finally, the entire group relocated, hauling away all possessions. The transfer of the faithful slaves remained incomplete at that point. No concerns arose, however, as teleportation formations had been established in each of the faithful slaves’ spaces. Devotees streamed steadily into these realms, ensuring smooth progress without hitches.

Consequently, once relocation concluded, Zhao Hai and the rest departed the Original Sword Sect. Over those three days, they meticulously suppressed any leaks about the events. Their control proved airtight, preventing any whispers from escaping. Every corpse and lingering spirit from the cultivators across the fifty-plus islands had been absorbed into the flag. Now, its surface gleamed like polished obsidian, the skull utterly darkened. The skeletal sockets flickered with an eerie crimson glow.

Two days following Zhao Hai’s party’s exit from the Sword Essence Sect, and a single day after every faithful slave entered their space, observers finally noticed the anomaly at the Sword Essence Sect. One could hardly fault the locals for their delayed response. Such upheavals had been absent from the Blood River waters for ages. Hence, their sluggish reaction seemed entirely reasonable.

Upon discovering the complete vanishing of the Sword Origin Sect’s members, leaving only crimson stains upon the earth, chaos erupted throughout the Blood River Sea region. Though no bodies from the Sword Origin Sect cultivators surfaced, the blood evidence screamed of foul play. Uncertainty shrouded the precise nature of the catastrophe, heightening their fears. Swiftly, they launched inquiries into the affair.

It’s worth noting that the Sword Essence Sect had ascended beyond mere insignificance in the Blood River Sea domain. It ranked as a solid mid-tier power. Among its peers, it stood as a particularly robust contender. For all to vanish tracelessly—whether slaughtered or otherwise—posed a grave threat. In response, every sect across the Blood River Sea united to probe the incident.

A compact territory carried its perks. When crises struck, a handful of prominent sects could convene, deliberate, and resolve issues promptly. Thus, the Blood River Sea swiftly implemented blockades. The full scope of the event underwent scrutiny. Before long, reports emerged from one sect: several disciples had vanished near the Blood River, hinting at possible peril.

Previously, such tidings had drawn scant notice. Yet, connecting them to the Sword Essence Sect’s plight altered everything. It became clear: intruders had infiltrated from Blood River City, striking at the Sword Essence Sect.

This revelation sparked immense intrigue across the Blood River Sea denizens. They burned to uncover the assailants behind the Sword Essence Sect assault and the motives driving it. Did some vendetta fuel the strike? In their boldest fantasies, they never suspected Zhao Hai’s crew as the culprits. The notion of Zhao Hai’s group venturing here lay far beyond their expectations.

To the wider world, Zhao Hai’s band went by the moniker Ghostwind Bandits. No one fathomed the Ghostwind Bandits daring to appear in these parts. After ravaging the Dark Ghost Sect, the bandits had faded into obscurity. In local eyes, the Ghostwind Bandits represented a distant menace, unlikely to encroach upon their territory. Consequently, no suspicions pointed their way.

Meanwhile, Zhao Hai and his allies busied themselves assimilating the spoils from the Original Sword Sect. The haul included numerous valuable artifacts. Plus, tending to the influx of faithful slaves demanded attention. Thus, Zhao Hai refrained from targeting another sect right away. He opted to fully absorb their gains before advancing further.

In truth, assimilation centered on cultivation techniques, provisions, and the faithful slaves. With all provisions loaded aboard, the bronze figure shrank to a compact vessel. The group boarded this smaller craft. Then, Wen Yuming and his team sorted through the acquired supplies. A sect’s stores were substantial, of course. Yet, much of it failed to impress Zhao Hai’s circle, given the inferior quality.

Nevertheless, gains were gains, so they stowed these items, plotting future disposal. Beyond resources lay the cultivation techniques. This operation yielded a prized swordsmanship legacy: the Blue Ocean Sword wielded by Sword Origin Sect experts. This water-attuned blade art excelled in both offense and defense, boasting immense potency. Zhao Hai wasted no time, swiftly mastering it and depositing it into the Sutra Library.

Besides this standout sword technique, lesser methods abounded. Though basic, they held utility. Zhao Hai selected the more advanced ones for the Sutra Library, envisioning them as future cornerstones of their heritage.

Lastly came the faithful slaves, presenting the stickiest challenge. Long confined, they lacked any survival know-how. Even basic living eluded them entirely. Instruction was required for every facet, rendering the process arduous. Fortunately, these faithful slaves proved sharp learners, embracing the tasks with eagerness. After years in captivity, tasting true autonomy filled them with joy.

A full month elapsed before Zhao Hai’s team wrapped up the arrangements. The devotees had grasped living essentials, including meal preparation. Their ongoing existence now rested in their own hands. Over that month, however, the faithful slaves channeled abundant faith power to Zhao Hai and companions. Chang Jun and others sensed this subtle faith energy, igniting their enthusiasm.

With matters resolved, Zhao Hai geared up for the subsequent phase: striking other Blood River Sea sects. They commenced with the lesser ones. How could these minor outfits withstand Zhao Hai’s might? Swiftly, they dismantled several in succession. Naturally, they claimed all assets from these groups and liberated every faithful slave.

Zhao Hai’s maneuvers had roused a storm. Blood River Sea inhabitants quickly realized the Sword Essence Sect attackers lingered. A month of inactivity had lulled them into believing the foes had departed. Now, with fresh assaults, the region’s fragile peace shattered anew. The Blood River Sea’s top sects forged alliances. Every faction banded together to confront the mysterious marauder. To date, the attacker’s identity eluded them, as Zhao Hai’s strikes left no witnesses behind. Intelligence remained nil.

Setting aside the Blood River Sea sects’ countermeasures, Zhao Hai’s rampage had already triggered ripples. Countless merchants shuttered shops and evacuated. Even the grand trading consortiums pulled out. Though the perpetrator’s face stayed hidden, one fact loomed clear: assaults on Blood River Sea folk spared no lives. The ravaged sects bore testament—no souls survived. Terror gripped all. This dread drove the traders away. Their aim was profit, not peril; they refused to gamble their lives here.