Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8606: Mogg (1)

Zhao Hai gazed upon Yama Ling and his companions with a smile. “You hate me? Am I right? I know you guys hate me, but so what? I just like to see you hate me but can’t do anything about it. Hahaha, I’m so happy to see this.” Though Zhao Hai grinned, his eyes lacked any warmth. He had spared Yama Ling and the rest only because circumstances forced his hand. He intended to dispose of them eventually, leaving him completely unperturbed. Their current hatred meant nothing; they lacked the courage to act, so concern was pointless.

Hearing Zhao Hai's words, Yama King Ling and the others stood frozen in shock. They found no retort, for his logic rang true. Powerless against him, they could merely bow their heads and remain mute—a quiet act of defiance.

Zhao Hai eyed Yama Ling and his group with a smirk. “You’d better follow my orders precisely; otherwise, don’t fault me for rudeness. Surely you don’t wish to relive that agony? Yu Qing, let’s depart. I’ll return in a month to inspect your work. Fail me, and each of you slays a hundred souls. Oh, and should you attempt removing the restriction and poison from yourselves, heed my warning: reckless efforts could intensify it. This toxin is unique. You’ll feel no immediate harm, yet it will radiate outward from you, unchecked, until your entire Island falls victim. How entertaining! I haven’t dosed your Dark Ghost Sect’s low-level cultivators yet, but if you handle it, I’ll express my gratitude. Hahahaha.” With that, Zhao Hai and Yu Qing vanished from the chamber, their laughter echoing as the four wore faces twisted in fury.

Once Zhao Hai had been gone awhile, the quartet rose and scanned the surroundings warily. Confirming his absence, they exhaled deeply. Yama Ling reclaimed his chair, glanced at the others, and declared, “Everyone, please sit. From now on, we stand as equals.”

Their expressions soured at Yama Ling’s statement, yet they took their seats. He regarded them gravely. “Share your views on our predicament.” Yama Ling struggled for words; their plight defied all expectations. Never had they imagined such a method of domination, rendering them utterly helpless.

Lin Dong eyed Yama Ling’s token and gave a wry smile. “Sect Master, what options remain? Without a cure for the poison, compliance is our sole path. No one has better suggestions. Should we inform the other Island Lord experts?”

The remaining elders turned to Yama Ling expectantly. He sighed at them. “We must disclose it—what choice is there? They’re afflicted regardless. I doubt his detoxification claims, though. Let fellow Island Masters attempt a remedy. Even if futile, the harm shouldn’t be severe, right? No poison spreads island-wide from one unscathed host; I refuse to credit such nonsense.”

Lin Dong and the others nodded in agreement. Truthfully, skepticism gripped them too, but caution prevailed. Should it prove real, disaster loomed. Yama Ling shared this view, preferring others test it first.

Noting their consensus, Yama Ling instructed, “Very well, return to your duties. Vigilance against the Yin Yang Sect persists amid our tensions. Relay this to our Island Masters too.” They acknowledged and departed.

Alone afterward, Yama Ling slumped in his seat, staring blankly. His gaze fell on the room’s bloodstains before he called, “Men!” A prompt response came from beyond the door, and a figure entered—stunning him. It was Mogg.

Mogg ranked as Yama Ling’s most trusted aide. Formerly inseparable, he shadowed Yama Ling everywhere. Yet Yama Ling had slain him this time. Now, Mogg stood revived and vigorous, devoid of death’s taint, unchanged in speech or bow—wholly ordinary.

Yama Ling scrutinized Mogg intently, at a loss. Finally, after an eternity, he murmured, “Mogg, tidy the room.” Blood and gore from the killings demanded cleanup. Simultaneously, he probed for alterations in Mogg.

“Yes, my Lord!” Mogg affirmed. He flicked his wrist, unleashing a black Qi-Jin orb—like a whirling sphere. It swept the chamber, devouring dust and blood alike, showcasing flawless magical power mastery.

Yama Ling watched transfixed; the display evoked deep nostalgia. They had performed this ritual often, Mogg’s address unwavering. In the Dark Ghost Sect, only Mogg uttered “Lord”; others said “Sect Leader”—his unique honor. Even now, precision defined Mogg’s mana control, blurring reality into dream.

The black energy orb completed its circuit, then Mogg withdrew it, standing silent. This mirrored his former taciturn self, ever the shadow trailing Yama Ling.

Yama Ling prolonged his stare until disgust warped his features. “Enough, Mogg. Dismissed.” Mogg assented, exited, shut the door, and resumed vigilant post outside—as always.

Throughout, Yama Ling’s spiritual sense tracked Mogg. Witnessing his routines fueled seething rage. Never had hatred burned so fiercely, yet endurance was mandatory. Unable to contain it, his fist pulverized the table.

He summoned Mogg anew for debris clearance and a replacement. This time, Yama Ling remained seated, observing the unaltered Mogg. “Mogg, recall prior events?” He yearned to gauge Mogg’s awareness—did death’s memories linger, including his murder?

Mogg met Yama Ling’s gaze, intoning deeply, “I remember, I remember everything!” Silence followed, as if unspoken—identical to old patterns, deepening Yama Ling’s sorrow.

Yama Ling’s voice dropped. “Do you hate me?” Long association unveiled Mogg’s intent. Sparingly verbal, his meanings shone clear: full recollection encompassed life, death, and betrayal.

Mogg regarded Yama Ling softly. “I don’t hate you!” Succinct and serene, as if detached. This poise left Yama Ling speechless, adrift.

After a spell, Yama Ling sighed heavily. “What path now? You’re dead, I’m ensnared. The Dark Ghost Sect’s leadership bows to control. You might relay this to Zou Xiao, yet I fear not. I seek only guidance.”

Mogg eyed Yama Ling, rumbling calmly, “His Lord requires no such knowledge; reporting holds no purpose. Neither you nor his other followers have betrayed. Should betrayal occur, ruin awaits. His Lord’s might transcends our grasp.” Mogg’s steady tone stunned Yama Ling speechless.

Yama Ling gaped at Mogg, shock mounting before demanding, “Explain! Isn’t Zou Xiao using you to spy? Such faith in us?” Zhao Hai’s hints implied surveillance via Mogg and kin, prompting Yama Ling’s reticence. Risking this dialogue stemmed from isolation.

Mogg murmured lowly, “Indeed, our Lord dispatched us to observe. Yet we report selectively. Absent betrayal, silence prevails—for all. We possess autonomy, our own minds. Superiors hear not every whisper.”