Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8566 8566: Suspicion (1)

The Hall was undeniably magnificent, yet anyone witnessing it shared a peculiar sensation. Despite its grand appearance, it radiated a cheap, garish vibe—an air of Rouge that defied simple description and felt inherently awkward.

A multitude stood within the chamber, a mix of men and women. At the very rear sat a raised dais, occupied by a man in opulent attire who appeared to be in his forties. Sporting a finely groomed beard, he radiated a gentle, handsome presence—the quintessential, god-like uncle.

However, his current gaze towards the crowd was murderous. Those below, draped in high-end silks, were equally striking. The men ranged from effeminate to imperious, displaying a variety of stylish archetypes. The women were adorned in daring outfits that openly showcased deep cleavage, a stark departure from the conservative styles of typical female cultivators. Each possessed either a pure or alluring temperament that was immediately captivating.

The Yin Yang Sect specialized in dual cultivation, albeit distinct from the methods of the Orthodox Sects. While the latter generally limited themselves to a singular Dao partner, the Yin Yang Sect prioritized sexual intercourse as their primary technique. Their disciples maintained collections of concubines or male companions, serving merely as disposable cauldrons with tragic eventualities.

This unconventional path made the female cultivators as proficient as their male counterparts, a rarity in other circles. Despite the disdain and 'evil' label pinned upon them by the other major sects in the blood sea realm, the Yin Yang Sect’s immense power ensured that none dared to challenge their supremacy openly.

The figure on the dais was none other than the Yin Yang Sect Master, the notorious Yin Yang scholar, Ji Chunfeng. A legendary villain in the blood sea realm, he had climbed the ladder of power atop a pile of female corpses, having drained countless victims of their primordial Yin. He was arguably the most loathed figure in the realm—surpassing even the necrophages of the corpse devil sect or the phantom users of the yin ghost sect.

Yet, his demonic prowess was so absolute that few could withstand him. Consequently, his tyranny persisted. Recently, however, Ji Chunfeng’s mood had soured significantly. For a clan of such a major sect to be wiped out in an instant was an unforgivable humiliation.

Snorting coldly, Ji Chunfeng glared at his elders. "Liu Wuji, report. What have you discovered regarding the ghost shadow group?" He locked eyes with the man at the front of the line—a clean-shaven, scholar-clad elder in his thirties with significant combat prowess.

As his name was called, Liu Wuji broke into a cold sweat. He knew that behind the scholar’s appearance lay a ruthless, merciless heart. Trembling, he bowed, "Sect master, the ghost shadow group is far too enigmatic. Emerging only six months ago, they began with minor tasks for rogue cultivators. Nobody took notice of them until they started accepting contracts against small and medium sects. They are surgical and secretive; no one has actually seen them. They utilize transient, disposable rogue cultivators to exchange money and handle logistics, never hiring the same person twice. Progress has been virtually non-existent." He ended the report with his head bowed low.

While Liu Wuji managed the Yin Yang Sect’s intelligence, his failure left even him unsatisfied, while his rivals looked on with malicious glee.

Ji Chunfeng scowled, "This is your complete report? The Sect provides you with massive resources, and this is all you have? We haven't confirmed their existence or even if they committed the crime!"

"Please forgive me, sect master!" Liu Wuji responded, knowing that excuses were futile and immediate submission was the only way to survive the encounter.

Recognizing the futility of punishment, Ji Chunfeng sighed internally. He knew Liu Wuji was usually diligent, implying that the trail was genuinely cold.

"A clan with over 30 Island Lord-level experts slaughtered is a direct slap to our face," Ji Chunfeng declared heavily. "We must retaliate. Liu Wuji, look beyond just the ghost shadow group. Are they the Rahu sect? Unlikely. Pivot your focus to the other rival sects. Investigate them thoroughly. We cannot allow this matter to fade."

The elders nodded in solemn agreement. An insult to the Yin Yang Sect was an insult to them all. They dared not risk the mockery that the dark ghost sect endured after their losses to the Ghostwind bandits. The devastation here was far worse.

"Keep hunting the ghost shadow," Ji Chunfeng added, "set traps, bait them, do whatever is necessary to locate and eliminate them. Furthermore, maintain high alert; we must prevent other sects from seizing this moment of perceived weakness to strike."

The disciples trembled at the order and scrambled to obey. Once they had departed, Ji Chunfeng let out a weary breath. Privately, he was skeptical that an assassin group like ghost shadow possessed the resources for such a clinical purge. He leaned towards suspecting a rival among the eight major sects—perhaps the yin ghost sect or the poisonous insect Valley. However, he ruled out the sharp sword, heaven crippling, and giant demon sects due to their lack of proficiency with poison or their tendency for direct, non-treacherous combat. Nevertheless, in this cutthroat realm, he knew even his allies would bite the hand that wavers.