Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8573: The appearance _1

Endless blood fog pervaded the blood sea realm. Previously, cultivators had tried harnessing the blood fog for their practice, but none succeeded. Even the renowned blood sea god-killing art of the blood slaughter sect, which utilized the blood fog, often led to Qi deviation. This very risk ensured that hardly anyone now considered cultivating with the blood fog.

Cultivators rely on resources to advance their cultivation, including weapons, pills, and various other essentials. Without them, progress slows dramatically. Yet Lu Buyu discovered his resource needs had sharply declined—in truth, he required none at all.

Why no supplies? Simple: the tool-refining technique demanded it. Mastering it barred refining or even wielding other celestial devices. Thus, no need for such items. High-level materials later could simply fuse into one's life-bound celestial device.

Elixirs assist cultivation, boost strength, aid realm breakthroughs, and mend wounds—all typically requiring them. The tool-refining method, however, needed none. The celestial device drew in blood mist for cultivation, accelerating improvement far beyond ordinary cultivators. Breakthroughs became effortless with its aid. Healing elixirs proved unnecessary too, as the blood mist's absorbed energy carried potent blood and Qi power—the ultimate remedy. What more did cultivation demand?

Evidently, nothing else. Lu Buyu knew he had truly found a treasure. This tool-refining technique was extraordinary. With it, success seemed assured, forging him into an expert, perhaps even a true disciple or island master.

With that in mind, Lu Buyu held back. He chose not to head back to wind corpse Island yet. Instead, he planned to train in the blood sea for a while, boosting his power before returning. Greater strength meant self-protection and no fear of Teng Jiao's vengeance.

After all, armed with the tool-refining method and his magical jade bangle, he could endure long in the blood sea. Lingering there even aided his cultivation more. No rush to return to wind corpse Island. Lu Buyu began cultivating right in the blood sea.

This retreat, akin to closed-door training, lasted roughly a month. It propelled Lu Buyu's strength forward significantly, from first level of the Dharma usage realm to third. Surging three levels in a month was impressive—nothing short of meteoric.

Still, Lu Buyu understood well: higher realms meant slower advances. No need for haste; steady steps sufficed. Though only at third level of the Dharma realm—far from matching Teng Jiao—he couldn't hide forever from wind corpse Island. Prolonged absence risked expulsion, or worse, accusations of sect betrayal. Trouble indeed.

Now resource-free for cultivation, he could train safely on the island. Staying within bounds deterred Teng Jiao, as the corpse demon sect forbade disciple infighting. That explained Teng Jiao's restraint until off-island, despite brother Teng Long's backing.

Resolved, Lu Buyu ceased delay. He soared from the blood sea toward wind corpse Island. Eight hours on, he arrived. No lingering strolls—he submitted his mission and retreated to his courtyard.

Word of Lu Buyu's return swiftly reached Teng Jiao. Stunned at first that he lived, Teng Jiao soon shrugged it off, deeming him fortunate this time. Dare leave again, and death awaited.

Indeed, island-wide belief held Teng Jiao had slain Lu Buyu, news he boasted openly. Corpse demon sect rules curbed crimes only on-island; off-island deeds drew no scrutiny. Thus, his claim only heightened fear of him.

Lu Buyu's reappearance stunned many. Teng Jiao's declaration was infamous. Sympathy flickered in few, but most gloated. None would antagonize a backed official disciple for an outer one. All awaited the drama eagerly.

Yet bafflingly, Lu Buyu ignored it entirely. Back in his quarters, he activated restrictions and entered seclusion. A full year passed, veiling all happenings.

Emerging after a year, Lu Buyu's power hit the profound law realm—jaw-dropping pace. More astonishing: not first, but third stage. Outstripping even Teng Jiao, whose strength lingered at profound law second stage.

The wind corpse Island master noted Lu Buyu's surge, promoting him to pro-disciple. Yet he ranked outside the seven elite pro-disciples, holding mere status sans influence. Those seven, long-tenured, had attained refinement realm and amassed loyal followers now at their command.

Lu Buyu showed no haste in building forces. True disciple now, he skipped confronting Teng Jiao—who had likewise advanced, equal in rank. He knew better than to challenge prematurely. Teng Jiao posed little threat; Teng Long behind him did.

Wind corpse Island's master accepted Lu Buyu as true disciple but offered scant attention. Aware Lu Buyu shunned corpse devil sect techniques for some external inheritance, he granted only nominal title, deeming him no successor.

Reaching profound Qi realm earns true disciple status—a universal sect rule. Thus Lu Buyu gained it, with boosted privileges but little else altered.

Lu Buyu never chased such fights. Cultivation remained priority. He saw clearly: for cultivators, strength reigned supreme. Teng Long's might seemed imposing, yet rested on raw power. Reach island lord level, and crushing the Teng brothers would prove simple.

True disciple status changed Lu Buyu's routine not a whit. After brief relaxation, he returned to his courtyard—now larger. He could claim death warriors, outer or official disciples for a faction, but declined. Focus stayed on cultivation.

That day, fresh from training in the quiet room, he sensed a presence. Unfazed, he whipped around, eyes narrowing as he rose warily. A black-clad man lurked in the shadows—unnoticed until now. Had the intruder not leaked aura deliberately, detection might have eluded him.

"Why so tense? If I sought your end, you'd be gone. But your vigilance lags badly—you spotted me only after my intentional Qi reveal. I'm questioning my choice now. You lag far behind expectations. I granted the tool refining method, yet over a year yields this? Disappointing." The man in black declared.

Lu Buyu froze at the words, then realization dawned. Gravity deepened on his face. "You're the one who gave me the smithing technique inheritance? What do you want?" He knew the man's prior claim: mastering it bound his life. Appearing now, post-true disciple status, screamed intent.

The man in black eyed him with a cold snort. Instantly, Lu Buyu felt his blood congeal, flow halting. Breath failed; body control vanished. Thought itself nearly ceased.