Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8617: Target _1

The elderly man cast a glance toward Lin Dong and his two companions, let out a cold snort, and declared, “Forget it. I’m in the dark about what’s occurring below. Handle things as you see fit. Are you the sole remaining experts in the Dark Ghost Sect? Do you really believe that just you three can safeguard the Dark Ghost Sect’s assets? If you sabotage the Dark Ghost Sect’s operations, I will without fail rip out your souls and refine them!”

Lin Dong responded at once, “Elder Ancestor, rest easy. Whoever dares to oppress our Dark Ghost Sect will face severe consequences. We will surely elevate the Dark Ghost Sect to new peaks. Please don’t worry.” Lin Dong recognized that the old man’s statement signaled his approval, and the heart that had been hanging in suspense finally settled.

The old man gave a nod and spoke in a grave tone, “No matter what, the Dark Ghost Sect is under your command now. Ponder ways to advance it further. Yama’s token lies lifeless, so you lack knowledge of contacting me. A hidden compartment exists beneath the altar, holding a jade slip and tools for reaching me. The jade slip outlines the contact method. I’m off.” With those words, the old man vanished from the altar. As only a projection, he couldn’t remain long in the lower realm, departing after his brief address.

Once the old man was gone, Lin Dong and the others paid respects to the altar again, then began probing underneath it. Moments later, they located the secret compartment. Opening it left them all stunned—nothing but a lone jade slip lay inside, shocking them deeply.

Right then, Zhao Hai’s voice echoed. “Here are the items; take them.” Accompanying Zhao Hai’s words, several objects appeared in his hands. With a casual wave, he sent them into the trio’s grasp: black paper, a vial of white liquid, and a pen.

Spotting these items immediately, Lin Dong blurted, “Many thanks, my Lord!” He understood clearly that Zhao Hai must have claimed them while dealing with Yama’s token. Yama’s token had previously aimed to inform the old ancestor of Dark Ghost Sect events, leading Zhao Hai to suppress it, slay a thousand foes, and destroy the token itself. These must have been seized back then, now returned to them.

Though Zhao Hai had handed back the items, Lin Dong knew full well this didn’t equate to total trust. Zhao Hai would never fully relax around them. Should they mimic Yama Ling by reporting to the old ancestor, their doom would match or exceed Yama Ling’s.

Zhao Hai eyed Lin Dong and stated solemnly, “You performed admirably just now. In truth, you had no cause for concern. Had he dared to strike at you then, I would have eradicated his projection. So cast aside your worries and tend to your tasks.” Then Zhao Hai vanished once more.

Zhao Hai spoke the truth. If the Ghostly Grandmaster had truly assaulted Lin Dong and his group, Zhao Hai would have obliterated the projection. Yet that would reveal lower realm happenings to the Ghostly Grandmaster, forcing a clash. While Zhao Hai could repel the Ghostly Grandmaster’s strikes, it would draw the gaze of the entire Blood Sea Realm—not his desire. Thus, he held back.

Zhao Hai’s power had surged, granting him the might to defy higher realm titans, yet he knew drawing the full scrutiny of Blood Sea Realm sects spelled trouble. A single misstep might provoke those higher realm patriarchs against him. Prudence guided him. He planned no swift emergence of the Blood Kill Sect in the Blood Sea Realm. Keeping a low profile offered advantages at times.

With Zhao Hai gone, Lin Dong gazed at the item in his palm and sighed, “Looks like my hunch was spot on. Master no longer dreads the old ancestor. Stow these away.” His two companions nodded, returned the items to the secret compartment, sealed it shut, and the three departed.

Thanks to Mogg and his group, Lin Dong and his allies managed to seize the dark ghost sect without any hitches. Not one of the ex-Yama King’s followers dared resist, fully aware that the dark ghost sect had switched hands long before. Yama King’s directives no longer ruled the roost. It was simply a puppet swap now. They realized someone else held the reins. To stay alive, submission was their sole option.

Other sects were baffled by the dark ghost sect’s eerie calm, yet they quickly saw that despite fewer visible powerhouses, solidarity had surged within. Lin Dong along with the other two now ran the dark ghost sect entirely. With all three stationed on dark ghost Island, the whole dark ghost sect had truly banded together. This left those eyeing the sect’s turmoil for a piece of the spoils utterly dumbfounded.

Zhao Hai had returned to the boundless space by then, compelled to refine its setups. Beyond dominating the dark ghost sect, they gripped various minor sects too. Zhao Hai commanded a hefty tally of small sects. He crunched the numbers: apart from the dark ghost sect, his Island Lord level masters plus those from the subordinate small sects topped ten thousand. This matched the scale of the nine great sects.

Still, Zhao Hai had no plans to abruptly unveil his blood slaughter sect persona. Though listed among the blood sea realm’s nine great sects, he knew the corpse demon sect truly lorded over the blood sea realm.

Prior to recent events, the corpse demon sect—as the blood sea realm’s top power—barely outstripped the other nine great sects. But after the blood slaughter sect fiasco, when the corpse demon sect blamed it all on the corpse demon patriarch, their might eclipsed everyone else. Countless blood sea realm powerhouses yielded to them, joined by numerous mid-tier sects. The corpse demon sect’s expert roster had swelled past 20,000. Factoring in those surrendered mid-sized sects, the deployable Island Masters and superiors likely hit 50,000.

This staggering count chilled the blood—50,000 Island Lord level experts! The enormity was jaw-dropping. Precisely why Zhao Hai held off proclaiming the blood slaughter sect. He grasped that doing so would draw the corpse demon sect’s wrath first, a clash he desperately sought to dodge, choosing stealth instead.

He held no fear for the corpse demon ancestor personally, but the lower realm’s corpse demon sect packed serious punch. His forces might repel their strike, yet at crippling cost. Worst of all, his thralls operated via curse techniques. Total command was his, but their zeal stayed dubious. Slacking in battle could doom Zhao Hai’s crew.

Hence, Zhao Hai and allies craved time above all. They sought to fuse the blood slaughter sect wholly and bind those followers tight. Make them see their existences yoked to the sect’s fate. Blood slaughter sect’s downfall meant theirs too. Only thus could real merger happen.

Humans often worked this way. Initial unwillingness faded once death loomed for straying from the pack; slowly, they embraced group identity. In time, they might morph into die-hard loyalists. Pure mindset evolution.

Time topped Zhao Hai and his team’s wishlist. Good thing urgency didn’t bite. Realm resources now traded freely outward. They’d launched plenty of modest trading outfits, whose wares flew off shelves externally. No more draining native stockpiles—the incoming gains fueled realm functions.

Zhao Hai felt a surge of joy from this development. Still, he realized the necessity of ongoing progress. Uniting all the neglected small sects remained crucial. Bringing the yin ghost sect under his dominion would immensely amplify their strength. On top of that, he geared up to launch an assault on the Yin Yang sect. Throughout their prior clashes with the yin ghost sect, the Yin Yang sect consistently held the advantage. The uprising led by Jing Changtian and his followers had placed the yin ghost sect in a severely disadvantaged spot.

Despite Zhao Hai's aid in purging Jing Changtian and his cohorts from the dark ghost sect, the Yin Yang sect had already seized the initiative back then, leading to prolonged suppression of the dark ghost sect. Currently, Lin Dong and two others stood as the sole powerhouses in the dark ghost sect. Superficially, the dark ghost sect appeared unified, yet Zhao Hai grasped the true situation. The island Masters of the dark ghost sect remained bound solely by his curse art, lacking true loyalty toward him. This rendered the dark ghost sect little more than a paper tiger at present. They might intimidate onlookers from afar, but in actual combat, their facade would crumble.

Exactly for this reason, Zhao Hai aimed to confront the Yin Yang sect. Even with the yin ghost sect members under his control, the deep-seated grudge between the sects persisted. Should he guide the yin ghost sect forces to triumph over the Yin Yang sect, their members would embrace him fully. Such acceptance held vital importance for Zhao Hai.

Successfully toppling the Yin Yang sect would not only win over the yin ghost sect but also allow him to seize control of the Yin Yang sect itself. It promised dual victories with a single stroke. Thus, Zhao Hai fixed his sights on the Yin Yang sect. He had long desired to tackle them, having amassed plentiful intelligence already, which simplified his preparations. Yet, Zhao Hai never anticipated that a sudden mishap would derail his scheme.