Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8607: Flaw (1)

Yama Ling gazed vacantly at Mogg. Had he not slain Mogg personally, he could hardly believe that Mogg had already perished. To put it precisely, Mogg now counted as part of the undead race. Naturally, the blood sea realm knew nothing of an undead race. There, Mogg and his kind were simply termed ghosts.

Yet in Yama Ling's mind, ghosts within the blood sea realm were all dim-witted entities, mere puppets manipulated by others. But Mogg's speech rang out crystal clear, showing no trace of a typical low-intelligence ghost, which ignited Yama Ling's burning curiosity.

Yama Ling fixed his gaze on Mogg and questioned, “Mogg, how much of your power have you held back?” He burned with curiosity over just how much strength Mogg had preserved. Now a ghost, Mogg—like even the higher-tier ones—demanded lengthy nurturing and refinement to achieve true might. Only such prolonged efforts yielded ghosts of formidable power, a process that inevitably consumed vast amounts of time.

Since Mogg had transformed into a ghost only recently, no one could predict how much of his former might he retained. That prompted the King of Hell to probe him directly. He desperately needed to gauge Mogg's current state. Should Mogg's power prove too feeble, rival sects might detect him, risking full exposure. And if Zhao Hai held him accountable, the consequences would spell disaster for Yama Ling.

Mogg shot a glance at Yama’s token before snarling, “All of them!” He spoke no falsehood; every ounce of his living strength remained intact, perhaps even enhanced. This stemmed from the infernal realm's recent evolution under Zhao Hai. Recall that Zhao Hai had claimed a finger and copious blood from the corpse demon patriarch. Consequently, the infernal realm's energies surged anew. Given the alignment between the corpse demon patriarch’s cultivation method and the yin ghost sect’s, all undead within Zhao Hai’s infernal realm had surged in power, their growth astonishingly swift. On the surface, Zhao Hai commanded nearly 3000 Island Lord-level experts. Yet tallying every Island Lord-level undead from the spatial zone pushed that figure beyond 7000. Even manifesting in the blood sea realm as the bloody massacre sect, Zhao Hai's forces would secure a solid position there.

Moreover, the hell space's upgrade delivered another boon to Zhao Hai. Undead recruits now preserved their pre-death prowess fully. Previously, powerhouses like Mogg suffered sharp declines upon undeath under Zhao Hai, capping at mere cultivation realm levels.

Thanks to the hell dimension's advancement, figures like Mogg kept their original strength intact as undead spirits—and could even grow stronger by drawing in Yin-type spiritual Qi from the realm. That Qi, of course, originated from the corpse demon forefather’s finger.

Despite his overwhelming might, Zhao Hai refrained from unveiling his bloody massacre sect identity, ever cautious of the higher realm's titans. He knew their capabilities all too well, inferred from the corpse demon patriarch's finger alone. Lacking the means to challenge such behemoths, he hid in shadows, manipulating the dark ghost sect covertly.

Mogg grasped fragments of Zhao Hai's secrets, imprinted directly into his mind during his transformation into an undead. Yama’s token revealed nothing of Zhao Hai’s true face or present circumstances to him.

Thus, Yama Ling stood dumbfounded at Mogg's reply, staring speechless. Doubt gnawed at him—could he trust this? Believing seemed absurd; no ghost ever wielded its living strength post-transformation, especially not an intelligent one like Mogg, barely qualifying as a mere ghost. Loyalty to Zhao Hai further clouded Yama Ling's faith in him.

Still, something urged him to accept Mogg's claim. The ghost mirrored his living self too perfectly. With memories intact, betrayal seemed unlikely. And encountering such an unprecedented ghost only reinforced Yama Ling's conviction in Mogg's truth.

Yama Ling remained silent for quite some time. He was pondering not only if Mogg spoke the truth but also the extent of the impact this event would have on him assuming Mogg was honest. How would it influence their hunt for an antidote and their opportunity to turn against Zhao Hai?

A long pause later, Yama Ling finally exhaled a deep sigh. He faced Mogg and declared, “Alright, Mogg, you can leave now. I’ll call you if I need anything.” Mogg bowed respectfully to Yama Ling before departing the study. His conduct matched his prior behavior precisely, which left Yama Ling momentarily stunned.

With Mogg gone, Yama Ling shook his head and let out a sigh. He shut his eyes and started reflecting on the situation. This issue carried grave weight. Zhao Hai dominated them utterly and had embedded countless spies among them. Any failure in their tasks could bring devastating results.

Suddenly, a new idea struck Yama Ling. Mogg showed no alteration from his usual self; even now, no one could spot him as a ghost. Then why spare their lives? If Zhao Hai transformed them like Mogg, fears of their betrayal would vanish entirely. Why hold back?

This realization made Yama Ling shudder involuntarily. At the same moment, a vague insight surfaced, slipping away initially. He reviewed his thoughts intently, and after a prolonged effort, his gaze brightened. He had uncovered it at last—the true nature of Zhao Hai's hold over them.

He figured that converting them into ghosts like Mogg would grant Zhao Hai firmer grip on the dark ghost sect. Yet Zhao Hai chose otherwise. A specific cause must explain this choice. Yama Ling identified two prime reasons. First, perhaps Mogg and fellow ghosts bore some detectable weakness. Others might expose them as ghosts, though he hadn't noticed. This seemed highly likely. Revelation that the dark ghost sect's leader was a ghost would spell doom for the entire sect.

From Yama Ling's view, however, this posed little threat. Remember, they hailed from the dark ghost sect, practicing ghost Dao cultivation methods. Just as Jing Changtian's sky shrouding ghost shadow technique could transform a person into a ghost at advanced stages. Ghostly traits wouldn't alarm ordinary folks. Plus, as sect master, he rarely appeared in public. This explained it somewhat, but not why Zhao Hai refrained from handling him that way.

The second reason: Zhao Hai feared drawing unwanted attention. The entity worrying him was clear to Yama Ling—the yin ghost sect's higher realm great power. This held strong merit, for the corpse demon sect's higher realm great ancestor had outright obliterated the bloody massacre sect. Though formidable, Zhao Hai's group paled against the bloody massacre sect. He had noted the yin ghost sect also boasted an upper realm great ancestor. Should the dark ghost sect's upper realm ancestor learn of Zhao Hai's deeds, vengeance would surely follow.

As dark ghost sect leader, Yama Ling held a token linking to the higher realm mighty figure. His death would almost certainly alert that power. Once the higher realm mighty figure intervened, Zhao Hai and his allies faced certain ruin. After all, such transcendent strength dwarfed their own.

Hence, Zhao Hai opted for subtler control without slaying him. Yet, if Yama Ling reached out to the dark ghost sect's upper realm Grandmaster to purge the poison, then eliminated Zhao Hai, true liberation awaited.

This epiphany brought a flicker of delight to Yama Ling's expression. He swiftly masked it and regained composure. He understood exposing any hint of suspicion could doom him—Mogg might notice, alerting Zhao Hai instantly. Contacting the higher realm would then prove impossible.

Yama Ling paused to think it over and resolved against making a move right away. Zhao Hai and his companions were keeping a tight watch on him at this moment, marking the peak of their caution. He needed to hold off until Zhao Hai and the rest believed he had resigned to his destiny. It was only then that their oversight would slacken. That instant would present the perfect chance for him to strike.

Reining in his reckless impulses, Yama Ling got to work on his personal tasks. He even started organizing ways to alert the Island Masters of the Dark Ghost Sect that they had all fallen victim to poison and domination. This method was his sole means to evade drawing Zhao Hai's suspicion. He committed to full cooperation with Zhao Hai throughout the coming month. By disclosing to the Island Masters their poisoning and subjugation, he aimed to secure Zhao Hai's trust. "Once they ease up on watching them, I'll grab a chance to reach out to the patriarch in the higher realm and lay out the full story. Next, I'll beg the patriarch to purge the toxin from my body. All the while, I'll stay primed to eliminate Zhao Hai at the first opening. I could even trace their hideout using Zhao Hai and crush them all in a single assault, wiping out every last threat for good!"