Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8569: Method (1)

Upon listening to Zhao Hai's words, Laura gave a nod and replied, "This approach is viable. Though the Giant Demon Sect has remained a steadfast ally of the Blood Kill Sect, the Blood Kill Sect's destruction while the Giant Demon Sect endured shows that the Giant Demon Sect possesses the strength to counter the Corpse Demon Sect. Furthermore, Giant Demon Sect members lack the bloodthirstiness of the Blood Kill Sect. Actually, folks from the Giant Demon Sect enjoy great popularity across the Blood Sea Realm. Nobody in the realm considers them difficult to deal with. Their tempers run hot, and they're somewhat domineering. Yet, they prove highly reasonable, and as primary body cultivators, their might is overwhelming—no one dares provoke them lightly. Thus, adopting Big Brother Zhao Wuji as our facade fits perfectly."

The rest nodded in agreement, deeming the plan solid. Should Zhao Wuji consent, their existing power would allow the information network to spring up instantly, leaving little cause for concern. Besides, this new information network would likely outshine the previous one in security, with Zhao Wuji leading the way.

"I see no issue here, yet we shouldn't rely solely on one branch. Additional backups are essential, so let's leverage Yu Qing. His rank surpasses even Big Brother Zhao Wuji's. As an Island Lord-level powerhouse, establishing an intelligence network through him would face even fewer hurdles," Zhao Hai stated gravely.

Laura and the others nodded once more, endorsing Zhao Hai's view. Yu Qing belonged to them fully, making an intelligence network via him utterly reliable. In fact, it might prove safer than one via Zhao Wuji. After all, Yu Qing held Island Master status, a vast leap from a True Disciple. Island Lord-level experts numbered merely ten thousand, while endless True Disciples lingered as Refinement Realm elders, forever barred from Island Lord heights. That single level separated heaven from earth.

Zhao Hai gazed at them with a smile. "Naturally, that's step two. Step three involves picking select individuals to join various sects as disciples. Alternatively, we recruit from those sects' disciples and seize total control over them. Through them, our intelligence network takes shape. Thoughts?"

The group froze, then furrowed brows. The lady boss spoke up, "Young Master, caution is key here. Major sects appear lax in recruitment but enforce strict checks, shunning unknown origins. Infiltrating our people proves tough. Controlling their disciples? Far harder. Even small sect disciples resist bribery easily, let alone big ones."

"Control, not bribe—that's the key," Zhao Hai intoned deeply. "Big sect disciples harbor the frustrated. Target them for full domination. With our backing, their power surges. Once True Disciples, we tap their influence. Small sects? Even simpler—no need for disciple control. Just seize their Sect Masters and Island Lord-level experts."

Pausing there, Zhao Hai scanned the group. "Our past growth fell into a trap: excessive caution and softness at times, overbearing force at others—like with small sects. We bargained for loyal slaves or razed them for loot. Unnecessary. Smarter methods could claim them outright." "Master all in those small sects, and everything becomes ours—safer too."

Zhao Hai's words clicked for all. His aim was straightforward. Previously, they'd merely bought small sect disciples for intel or traded for loyal slaves. Now, with their strength, full takeover of Sect Masters and experts was feasible. Controlling the top meant owning the entire sect!

Excitement surged as they realized this path's brilliance. It promised snowballing control over more small sects, ballooning their influence endlessly.

Spotting their thoughts, Zhao Hai smiled. "Don't overthink. Even small sects boast backings—ties to giants sometimes. Proceed gradually. First, lock in Big Brother Zhao Wuji and Yu Qing, then expand. I'll speak to Big Brother Zhao Wuji. Lady Boss, if he agrees, you handle the intelligence network setup. And for it, fifty percent of those shop profits go straight to Big Brother Zhao Wuji. Helping without reward? Unfair."

The lady boss acknowledged promptly. Their earnings flowed ample now, but intel lagged. A solid information network justified sharing with Zhao Wuji—no objections.

Zhao Hai pressed on, "Yu Qing's network falls to you, Laura, post-Zhao Wuji. His case complicates things—he ignores my restriction on him, though he might suspect. Caution demanded."

Laura nodded. "Rest easy, Big Brother Hai. I'll manage." She'd handled such tasks often, unfazed by Yu Qing. Any rebellion meant swift doom, cursed as he was by Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai eyed them steadily. "Good. Dismissed. I'll visit Big Brother Zhao Wuji now—he's on Death Warriors Island. Can't discuss till he departs, but prep starts immediately." All assented; the lady boss moved to ready things.

Once alone, Zhao Hai alerted Laura and sped to Death Warriors Island. Outside, he messaged Zhao Wuji to meet in the Blood Sea. Zhao Wuji's days brightened knowing Zhao Hai lived; cultivation sharpened, temper softened.

That day, Zhao Wuji sipped wine in his quarters. Relieved yet fond of a drink, he stayed sober. Zhao Hai's letter arrived—he stowed the jug, exited, reached the island's edge, confirmed solitude, then plunged into the Blood Sea.

Entering the Blood Sea, he spotted Zhao Hai at once. Zhao Hai fist-saluted. "Big Brother Zhao, glad you're here. Come drink at my place?" Zhao Wuji knew of the space; no secrets, direct invite.

Zhao Wuji laughed heartily, no fuss. "Sure, let's go." Zhao Hai nodded; white light flashed, vanishing them from the Blood Sea. They reappeared in a space room, table laden by Laura and crew.

Zhao Wuji eyed Laura and others astonished. Zhao Hai grinned. "My wives. Laura, leave us—matters for Big Brother Zhao." They bowed; Zhao Wuji bowed back hastily; they departed.

Seated, Zhao Wuji regarded Zhao Hai. "Little Hai, fortune smiles—you've beauties aplenty. But beware: cultivator's duty revives the Bloody Massacre Sect. Shun female charms, got it?"

Zhao Hai chuckled. "Fear not, Big Brother. I'm fine. Called you for aid. Drink first, talk after." Cups raised; Zhao Wuji sipped, set down, fixed on Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai smiled at Zhao Wuji. "Big Brother, recent major sect assault wrecked our intel net despite sparing us. Now, I seek your aid: my people build a new one under your banner. Sound good?"