Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8538: Joining _1

Capítulo 8538: Joining _1

A sharp intake of breath echoed around as all eyes fixed on Zhao Hai. They understood perfectly that he wouldn't raise this topic right now unless it involved them directly. That meant it connected to him personally, prompting him to speak. Yet, whatever link it held to Zhao Hai was staggering enough to leave them stunned. Nearly every disciple from the Blood Slaughter Sect had perished. Even if a couple managed to survive by sheer luck, they wouldn't dare claim affiliation with the Blood Slaughter Sect. Fear gripped them, for almost everyone in the Blood Sea Realm was actively pursuing and eliminating those disciples.

Zhao Hai glanced at their faces and grinned. In a grave tone, he declared, “Looks like you've all figured it out. You're spot on. I belong to the Blood Slaughter Sect, and not as some ordinary member. I wonder if my name rings a bell for you?” He eyed them and then revealed his identity.

Upon hearing Zhao Hai utter his name, they drew in sharp, chilly breaths. Responding to his query, they nodded vigorously right away. Naturally, they'd heard of Zhao Hai. He had earned the title of the top Pro-disciple across the entire Blood Sea Realm—not merely within the Blood Slaughter Sect, but throughout the realm. Crucially, this reputation came from their foes, the enemies of the Blood Slaughter Sect themselves. Even they conceded it. Zhao Hai stood as the premier Pro-disciple in the Blood Sea Realm. One could say he embodied a living legend.

Zhao Hai observed them and spoke deeply, “During the great upheaval, I was away on a sect-assigned mission. While handling that task, I acquired the Sinister Wind Ghost Flag, which led me to operate under the guise of the Ghostwind Bandits while roaming afar. When the catastrophe struck the Blood Slaughter Sect, I happened to be absent from the sect, allowing me to evade the disaster. Once I learned of the events back at the Blood Slaughter Sect, I returned covertly and saved the Bloodghost Team along with others. Using the sect's safeguarded resources, I constructed this vessel. In the midst of all that, I advanced to the Island Lord level. Later, I discovered that post-destruction of the Blood Slaughter Sect, the Blood River Sea became the initial target of aggression. Thus, I targeted the Blood River Sea ourselves, driven by our desperate need for additional hands and supplies.”

The group absorbed Zhao Hai's explanation in stunned silence. Truth be told, they'd never imagined Zhao Hai's real background tied him to the famed figure from the Blood Slaughter Sect. The revelation hit like a thunderbolt. At the same time, it dawned on them why he chose this moment to disclose everything. He was binding them irrevocably.

They grasped full well that learning this secret today sealed their fate with Zhao Hai. He would never permit their departure. Now aware of his truth, even in death, they'd perish alongside him. Zhao Hai simply wouldn't let them go free.

Noting their reactions, Zhao Hai chuckled. “Even though the Blood Slaughter Sect faced annihilation, its legacy endures. With this space at our disposal and our growing numbers, we'll operate under the Ghostwind Bandits' banner without exposing our true origins. Outsiders will assume we're just bandits, not Blood Slaughter Sect affiliates. So, our risks remain low. The purpose of summoning you today is to invite you into the Blood Slaughter Sect. You'll form the pioneering group at the Island Lord level. What do you say to becoming cultivators in the Blood Slaughter Sect? Are you in?”

A bitter smile crossed everyone's lips. Though Zhao Hai phrased it as a question of agreement, they felt utterly cornered. Refusal might mean they wouldn't exit the cave breathing. They doubted combining forces could overpower him. Remember, this very space sprang from Zhao Hai's power. Battling him here offered no victory.

Realizing this, they rose together and called out to Zhao Hai, “Yes, my lord. We're eager to join the Blood Slaughter Sect!” With that, they offered deep bows to Zhao Hai. They recognized their lack of options. Better to pledge to the Blood Slaughter Sect outright.

Zhao Hai regarded them and burst into laughter. “Excellent, I'm glad you're on board. These are the Blood Slaughter Sect's identity tokens. Infuse a strand of your mental energy into each and add a drop of your blood. Then, store them safely.” He produced several tokens and flicked his wrist, sending one hovering before each person. Without hesitation, they refined the tokens using their spiritual force and marked them with blood. In doing so, they uncovered the tokens' perks: aiding cultivation, providing some defense, and even serving as a celestial artifact. This discovery thrilled them somewhat, and they stowed the tokens with satisfaction.

Once Zhao Hai confirmed they'd secured their tokens, he continued, “Over the coming years, we likely won't venture out. Focus on your training here undisturbed. But heed this: without my command, none of today's revelations must leak. Your status as Blood Slaughter Sect disciples stays hidden. That said, starting now, access the third and fourth floors of our Scripture Library freely. Dismissed.” “Yes, master!” They chorused, bowed once more to Zhao Hai, and departed.

Zhao Hai opted for this private audience with the Island Lord level powerhouses—unveiling his identity and securing their commitment to the Blood Slaughter Sect—precisely because of their elite status. For regular disciples, Chang Jun and his team would suffice; no need for his direct involvement.

Within a sect, cultivators divide into three tiers: those below Island Lord level as ordinary ones, Island Lords themselves, and the supreme Six Elders experts. Ordinary cultivators number the highest. Island Lord experts remain comparatively scarce. Take the top ten sects: each boasts over 10,000 members. Six Elders experts? Even rarer—fortunate to have just a handful.

The prowess across these tiers mirrors weaponry. Six Elder-level masters equate to nuclear arms: immensely potent and intimidating, yet rarely deployed in conflicts. They primarily deter. Prior to the upheaval, the Blood Slaughter Sect's Six Elders seldom acted. The sect teetered on the brink back then; mishandling could have doomed it entirely. Thus, the sect leader and elders had no recourse but to intervene.

Island Lord level masters resemble heavy armaments—like missiles, carriers, or bombers. These experts function as such in battle: devastatingly effective, frequently engaged, and their loss inflicts severe agony on the sect.

Ordinary cultivators wield light arms at best. Their might pales against the others. Still, in warfare, these light weapons often claim the highest tolls, serving as the true workhorses despite fewer casualties per strike than nukes. The cultivation world echoes this: ordinary disciples slay far more foes overall than Island Lord experts, though individual impacts vary.

Where does the Blood Slaughter Sect stand today? Zhao Hai qualifies as a nuclear asset, but their heavy armaments dwindle. Presently, Island Lord level experts— their heavy hitters—total around 1,000. They could've fielded more, yet post-purge, numbers thinned further. Though not the deadliest in kills, these heavy assets deliver unmatched combat and ruinous potential.

Beyond them, ordinary ranks remain woefully undermanned. Zhao Hai's group's might aligns with a mid-level Blood Sea Realm sect—nowhere near the top nine's dominance. Hence, Zhao Hai holds these Island Lord experts in high esteem. That's why he handled their recruitment personally; Chang Jun's crew lacked the authority to negotiate with such figures.

The recent purge pained Zhao Hai deeply, yet he deemed it essential. With their current roster, failing to ensure loyalty spelled disaster and incompetence. It'd plant a massive vulnerability beside him. Zhao Hai refused to court such risks merely for inflated appearances. Unthinkable.

Having concluded talks with them, Zhao Hai knew their assent stemmed from survival instincts—they couldn't refuse without fatal consequences. But upon binding the identity tokens as masters, their fates tied to him inescapably. Escape proved impossible; a mere thought from Zhao Hai could end them. No concerns lingered.

What Zhao Hai imposed wasn't mere bindings but curses. He could trigger them instantly, obliterating the bearers. In normal times, the curses lay dormant, even boosting cultivation. Loyalty brought only gains; betrayal invited doom. Thus, Zhao Hai fretted not over their fidelity.

Zhao Hai foresaw a phase of steady growth ahead. They required bolstering in ordinary cultivators and Island Lords alike. Only upon sufficient strength would they unveil their true faces. Otherwise, such disclosures stayed premature.