Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8571: Chasing after _1

Lu Buyu wore a bitter expression while seated in his room. He gazed at the handful of crystal stones remaining in his grasp. These were utterly insufficient for his requirements. Presently, he lingered only at the Dharma usage realm, marking him as a mere outer disciple. Besides, he was no longer young. It appeared he might never attain the refinement realm in his entire life.

With these thoughts, Lu Buyu's smile turned even more wry. Who could have imagined that a prestigious disciple of the corpse demon sect like him would achieve so little? He lagged behind even typical individual cultivators. No one would credit it. Outer individual cultivators envied him greatly. They assumed he'd soar to prominence the instant he joined the sect. Yet he'd merely gained a bit more knowledge than those outside. The monthly allocations remained inadequate for his practice. He still needed to complete missions himself to barter for necessities.

Yet now, Lu Buyu suffered a pounding headache. Not long ago, he'd crossed an inner disciple of the island. That inner disciple had warned that unless he remained confined to the island, venturing out would spell his doom. Thus, for the last two months, Lu Buyu hadn't dared accept missions. Without missions, crystal stones eluded him. Lacking crystal stones, cultivation stalled. Without ample resources, his power stagnated, falling further behind with each passing day. This dire situation tormented him deeply, leaving Lu Buyu with a throbbing headache.

Lu Buyu glanced at the darkening sky beyond his window. By now, most island dwellers had retreated to their quarters. Drawing a deep breath, he stowed the crystals away. Resolve flickered in his eyes. Then, with purposeful strides, he rose and exited the room.

Indeed, Lu Buyu had resolved to undertake a mission. He realized this stagnation couldn't persist. Continuing thus would bar any future breakthroughs. Missions were essential. Hence, he'd claimed one two days prior. Tonight's darkness would cloak his departure. Even if his foe learned of it, pursuit would prove futile. By the time discovery dawned, he'd complete the task and return safely.

He swiftly departed his dwelling, opting for a sparsely traveled route to the island's periphery. Orienting himself, he soared off toward his destination. This mission involved gathering medicinal herbs for island residents. The herb site posed little peril but lay distant. Such tasks rarely went to individual cultivators due to their safety. Instead, they fell to low-ranking sect disciples. These offered scant rewards amid risks. Still, sect membership held certain advantages.

Lu Buyu hurtled forward at top speed. His mission spot lay ten hours from Wind Corpse Island. Thankfully, the path held no threats. Speed was crucial both ways. He must return before the inner disciple detected his absence. Otherwise, death awaited.

Ten hours of flight brought him uneventfully to the site. A certain herb flourished here. Not exceptionally rare, its wild potency outshone cultivated variants by up to three tiers—a vast disparity. This explained the abundance of such gathering quests.

Daylight greeted Lu Buyu's arrival at the mission area. He plunged into the blood sea promptly, harvesting the herbs. Then, he paused amid the blood sea to recuperate. The grueling ten-hour journey had exhausted him utterly. Rest was imperative.

After consuming an elixir and meditating two hours, vitality returned. He ascended from the blood sea. For a novice cultivator like him, the blood sea equated to lethal venom. Brief immersion was tolerable; prolonged exposure invited doom.

Without pause, he rocketed toward Wind Corpse Island post-departure. Two hours in, distant black specks approached. Lu Buyu veered aside to avoid conflict. Yet the specks adjusted course, homing in. His heart plummeted. Instinct screamed they targeted him. Their attire confirmed it: fellow corpse demon sect members, precisely the inner disciples he'd provoked.

Though inner disciples outranked outers by one mere level, that chasm rivaled heaven and earth. It crushed him utterly. His own prowess paled besides theirs. He'd barely entered power usage realm; they teetered at its Great Perfection, poised for power essence realm. The disparity doomed him. Thus, post-offense, his foe boldly threatened his life upon leaving the island—strength justified it.

Lu Buyu halted. Evasion impossible, he stood firm, awaiting them. Soon, seven figures materialized before him. Leading was the offending inner disciple, Teng Jiao. Appearing in his twenties, Teng Jiao towered with a savage visage and menacing scowl. Beyond inner disciple status, he was kin to Wind Corpse Island's core disciple Teng Long among the seven elites. Hence, he wielded considerable clout on the island.

Teng Jiao eyed Lu Buyu and chuckled, “Lu Buyu, I figured you'd cower on the island eternally, too scared to emerge. Didn't expect you'd venture out. I warned you: stepping off means your end. Didn't believe me?” His triumphant smirk revealed surveillance; Lu Buyu's departure had been noted instantly.

Teng Jiao sneered at Lu Buyu's silence, “Lu Buyu, this is on you. Daring to badmouth me behind my back? Sparing you tarnishes my reputation. Die you must. Blame your loose tongue.”

Lu Buyu's eyes blazed at Teng Jiao's words, “Senior Brother Teng, speak with reason. When did I slander you? I spoke facts. You're tyrannical, seizing crystal stones from us disciples and pilfering our supplies covertly. If you shun the deed, fine—but done, own it without fearing gossip.”

“Hahaha, kid, your words ring true, you're no liar—but so what? My rank surpasses yours, my standing eclipses yours, my power dwarfs yours. Lowly nobodies like you deserve such treatment. Who are we? Cultivators! We defy the heavens. Without your resources, how do I advance? Kid, embrace your doom.”

“Bullsh*t! Why swallow my fate? Teng, today I fight you to the death!” Lu Buyu wasn't mild-mannered; else he'd never spoken out. Sensing Teng Jiao's lethal intent, restraint vanished. He cursed and lunged into battle.

Lu Buyu waved his hand, summoning a battle corpse beside him. Pitch-black all over, clad solely in plain trousers, its form gleamed metallically. Rigid features, vacant eyes. Massive fists dwarfed ordinary men's, like two combined.

The battle corpse materialized; Lu Buyu formed seals and bellowed, “Go!” Its eyes ignited red. It charged Teng Jiao. Lu Buyu had refined this battle corpse meticulously—its might immense, fists rivaling prime magic weapons.

Teng Jiao sneered at Lu Buyu, “Rice-sized light, finish him!” His cohorts assented, unleashing their battle corpses. Akin to Lu Buyu's, some superior. Teng Jiao refrained from personal action.

Three battle corpses encircled Lu Buyu's, pummeling it, while the rest assailed Lu Buyu. His face paled. Hands flashed; a scimitar materialized in grip, a shield artifact before him. He parried assaults, ignoring counterstrikes on the corpses.

Lu Buyu's arts deviated from the corpse demon sect's corpse dissecting knife. He wielded it poorly despite knowledge. His battle corpse, though formidable, couldn't withstand three stronger foes. Doom loomed, yet he fought on desperately.

An hour later, the trio shredded Lu Buyu's battle corpse. Mind-linked, he vomited blood, spirit wounded gravely. Then the three turned on him. Overwhelmed, a punch smashed his chest.

Bones cracked audibly. His sternum shattered; blood gushed as he plummeted into the blood sea, vanishing instantly. The attackers withdrew, glancing at Teng Jiao.

Teng Jiao eyed the splash and scoffed, “That kid's done for. Even fallen, death claims him. Return.” They acknowledged and trailed him to Wind Corpse Island. Lu Buyu faded from concern. To them, he was inconsequential. Such ants' fates drew no scrutiny. Killing him brought no repercussions.