Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8536: The butcher's knife (1)

A vast cavern lay hidden until now, overlooked by all. Yet today, it brimmed with assembled figures. The Bloody Massacre Sect's elders buzzed with anticipation. Newcomers, though, wore expressions of bewilderment. They understood only that Zhao Hai intended to deliver a discourse this day, but the subject eluded them. Still, the elders' fervor hinted at its profound value.

In addition to the Blood Ghost Team, Ghostwind Team, and Divine Arms Team, several Island Lord-level powerhouses had gathered as well. Of course, those aligned closely with Zhao Hai were present without fail. Even numerous freshly surrendered Island Lord-level experts attended; they'd received urgent summons to hear Zhao Hai's lecture, with strict orders to keep it confidential. Despite their confusion over the secrecy, they arrived promptly.

Not long after the group assembled fully, Zhao Hai appeared. Surveying the crowd, he declared solemnly, “Alright, since everyone’s here, let’s begin.” With that, he rapidly shaped hand seals and called out, “Lin!” As Zhao Hai's word echoed, a piercing clarity struck everyone, sharpening their awareness and drawing them into a profound, ethereal realm.

Next, Zhao Hai's words flowed, unraveling the deep mysteries of the Dao syllable by syllable. Listeners found themselves utterly absorbed without realizing it. Though his teachings remained consistent, each perceived them uniquely through their own insights, deepening personal comprehension. This was precisely the intent behind Zhao Hai's delivery.

The session endured six full hours before concluding. Zhao Hai vanished upon its end, leaving the attendees still immersed in reflection. Remarkably, over a dozen achieved breakthroughs right there, ascending to Island Lord status. Yet Zhao Hai had sealed the area, ensuring no disruptions to the rest.

Meanwhile, in the Dimensional City, scores of Undead Clan members advanced to Island Master rank this round. Zhao Hai anticipated further promotions ahead, though fewer than this initial surge. Even so, it marked solid progress. He figured that after a few more such events, the Dimensional City's Island Master count would surpass a thousand.

All participants in this lecture bound their loyalty to Zhao Hai unyieldingly, recognizing his far superior prowess. Occasional guidance from him promised immense benefits to their paths.

These surrendered individuals hailed from Blood River Sea sects. Yet none in their former groups had ever conducted such open teachings. Never before had a leader shared Dao insights for collective enlightenment like Zhao Hai. To them, this proved invaluable.

From what they understood, such practices were absent across the Blood Sea Realm's sects too. High-level experts there rarely lectured. Sure, some sessions occurred, but typically from Qi Condensation or Island Lord cultivators. A true Island Lord lecture would spark major events, drawing fellow lords to attend. Lower ranks, however, couldn't grasp Dao profundities. Zhao Hai shattered that norm entirely.

With 10,000 attendees at Zhao Hai's lecture, interpretations would number 10,000 as well. He delved into the great Dao's essence, allowing varied personal resonances. His Dao insights neither clashed with nor hindered one's own pursuits; pondering them revealed ever-greater alignment and logic. Such universality was exceedingly rare.

Post-lecture, the entire Kong Shi's vibe transformed. Selected Island Lords who heard Zhao Hai grew markedly stronger, even if not yet at Dharma idol stage. This puzzled outsiders, who couldn't fathom their rapid gains.

The drive of cultivators for power defies ordinary comprehension. Imagine a peer suddenly surging ahead—envy or curiosity would surge within you. Thus, excluded Island Lord experts grew intensely inquisitive, probing relentlessly into the source of this power boost.

No secret holds forever. Quickly, the truth emerged: their enhancements stemmed from attending Zhao Hai's lecture. This revelation stunned them. Many hadn't even known of the event.

Hearing how these folks powered up via Zhao Hai's words stirred resentment in them. Why were they denied while others benefited? Fury simmered.

Yet as details accumulated, clarity dawned. Those invited were early surrenderers, bound by Zhao Hai's oaths—fiercely devoted and battle-proven contributors. Zhao Hai had favored them justly. This quelled their grievances, illuminating his rationale.

Though all had yielded to Zhao Hai, only the truly faithful received this privilege, accelerating their advances. The rest? Perhaps vengeful histories or covert defiance explained their exclusion, despite outward compliance.

In any sect or organization, lacking contributions, loyalty, or effort—merely seeking gains—leads to inevitable expulsion.

Unaware of Zhao Hai's true nature, they viewed him merely as a Ghostwind bandit leader. Circumstances forced their submission, and the space's wonders curbed open revolt, but true allegiance? Questionable, especially after he'd razed their sects.

Zhao Hai demanded unwavering loyalty above all. Without it, why keep them? This incident served as a stark reminder: entering the boundless space and surrendering offered no guarantees. Trailing Zhao Hai didn't ensure safety. Dodging orders with excuses, slacking despite seeming activity—these eroded trust.

Worse, they scrutinized their old sect disciples harshly, resisting their obedience to Zhao Hai. They clung to notions of sect fidelity. Some even plotted covert pacts, dreaming of ambushing Zhao Hai to seize the space artifact. For now, mere whispers among allied sects—no bold moves yet.

Regrettably, not one from these shadowy alliances earned a lecture spot. Meanwhile, Zhao Hai's devoted followers all did, leaping in power. This ignited restlessness; they saw it as a pointed warning yet deemed it unfair. Action brewed—they sought a reckoning from Zhao Hai.

Time passed, and they geared for rebellion. But mid-plot, Zhao Hai's forces from the boundless space encircled them. Myriad restrictions locked the area, immobilizing all. Shock hit—realization dawned: inside Zhao Hai's storage artifact, defying him spelled doom.

Zhao Hai showed no mercy this round, striking decisively. He executed a swath of ringleaders, including many disobedient Island Lords, and wiped out their entire sects. Over 100,000 perished in the purge, with roughly 100 Island Lords among the fallen.

This carnage reverberated through the space, jolting all. Memories flooded back: they faced not tame foes, but ruthless Ghostwind bandits. Recall their initial Blood River Sea assaults—entire islands annihilated without survivors. Killing held no terror for them. Past misjudgments had blinded them.

Thanks to Zhao Hai's later mild policies in the Blood River Sea, many assumed fear of backlash from the absorbed cultivators prompted restraint. Swollen ranks could revolt dangerously, birthing rebellious notions. But this blade of the butcher fully roused them from delusion.