Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8686: Undercurrent (1)

“Is everything you’re reporting factual? Reports say the Bloody Massacre Sect repelled the Shadow Realm Army, led by a King, and that the gray fog was indeed a magical artifact. Are they currently in a standoff with the Shadow Realm forces?” A middle-aged man questioned the young man before him with palpable disbelief. The young man’s ordinary features made him blend into any crowd, yet he served as a spy. The middle-aged man, the sect master of a mid-level sect, found himself under the jurisdiction of the Severe Sword Sect, essentially a vassal. However, this subordinate status didn’t diminish their own aspirations; these mid-level sects harbored ambitions to eventually break free from the Severe Sword Sect’s control.

Furthermore, the recent confrontation with the Shadow Realm Army, orchestrated by the six major sects, had ended in a costly defeat due to a well-executed scheme. This significant blow to the prestige of the six major sects had emboldened the mid-level sects, prompting them to reassess their allegiances and turn their attention towards other burgeoning powers, such as the Bloody Massacre Sect and the Shadow Realm itself. They were carefully observing which force would prove most advantageous to join.

It’s widely acknowledged that sect masters often possess fewer scruples than solitary cultivators. Despite their leadership roles, they remain cultivators at heart, driven by a singular pursuit: longevity. This ultimate goal of eternal life trumps all else, compelling them to any action, much like the Corpse Demon Old Man who possessed another’s body to extend his own life. The Corpse Demon Sect’s acceptance of this act and his subsequent appointment as sect master clearly illustrates this point.

Consequently, these cultivators are indifferent to whether their overlords are the six major sects or the Shadow Realm. Their sole concern is whether these powers offer a path to eternal life. If immortality is within reach, the ruling power over the Blood Sea Realm becomes a secondary consideration, even irrelevant.

This very motive drove the dispatch of numerous spies by various sects when Zhao Hai and his forces mobilized. These spies were tasked with observing Spirit Array Island from a distance, avoiding direct contact with the Bloody Massacre Sect, and merely assessing the outcome of their conflict with the Shadow Realm. The result of this encounter would be the deciding factor in their future judgments.

Indeed, following the major sects’ previous failure, many affiliated mid-level sects had already begun considering new patrons. Among these, the Shadow Realm emerged as their most favored potential new master.

This shift is particularly noteworthy. Previously, any appearance of the Shadow Realm forces in the Blood Sea Realm would incite immediate unified action, with all parties prioritizing their expulsion. However, the Shadow Realm’s consistent brutality in the Blood Sea Realm, characterized by their indiscriminate killing, had historically triggered potent backlash.

Now, with their reappearance, the Shadow Realm has ceased their wanton killing and instead accepted the surrender of the Bloody Massacre Sect. Simultaneously, their demonstrated victory over the six major sects has served as a powerful display of their might. This has caused significant wavering among the mid-level sects previously aligned with the six major ones. In their view, allegiance to the six major sects was a necessity born from a lack of superior alternatives within the Blood Sea Realm. But circumstances have changed.

They now have another option: the Shadow Realm. If the Shadow Realm genuinely possesses such overwhelming strength and can indeed conquer the six major sects to dominate the entire Blood Sea Realm, then aligning with them would be a logical strategic move. It is for this precise reason that they dispatched observers to shadow the Bloody Massacre Sect, aiming to ascertain the true capabilities of the Shadow Realm and evaluate their worthiness as a new allegiance.

While nominally aligned with the Blood Slaughter Sect, the various affiliated groups harbored significant doubts. The Blood Slaughter Sect's previous extermination had stripped it of much prestige within the Blood Sea Realm. Even their subsequent victories over the Yin Yang Sect and Yin Ghost Sect were popularly attributed to trickery rather than genuine strength, leaving many unconvinced of their true capabilities. This apprehension was amplified when the Blood Slaughter Sect dispatched only half the forces previously committed by the six major sects, further eroding confidence.

However, the turn of events defied all expectations. As the Shadow Realm Army emerged from the gray fog, spies from the medium-grade sects were almost certain of Zhao Hai's imminent defeat. Yet, during the clash with the Shadow Realm Army, it was they who suffered a crushing loss. The might Zhao Hai displayed left them utterly astonished, as did the surprisingly large number of his formidable experts.

The gray fog, it transpired, was a colossal celestial artifact. From the island where Zhao Hai and his followers were situated, immense vines unfurled with devastating power, repelling the Shadow Realm Army and now engaging them in a tense standoff. This destructive capability was truly breathtaking.

Consequently, the spies immediately relayed this astonishing news back to their respective sects. The sect leaders, upon receiving the intelligence, reacted with a similar profound shock as their medium-grade counterparts. They were astounded that the Blood Slaughter Sect, an entity they had consistently underestimated, possessed such formidable combat prowess. It was a truly staggering revelation.

Noting the sect leader's visibly excited demeanor, the spy simply offered a respectful nod. The sect leader, meanwhile, was plunged into deep contemplation. Truth be told, harboring resentment towards the denizens of the Shadow Realm was a natural inclination. These outsiders had no true roots in the Blood Sea Realm, yet their power was undeniable. Alliance with them had been a choice born of desperation, a last resort. Had other options presented themselves, the decisions might have been vastly different.

Now, with the Blood Slaughter Sect demonstrating such striking power, a familiar temptation resurfaced. They began to consider an alternative: did they possess other viable paths? Could they, perhaps, commit their full support to the Blood Slaughter Sect? The thought sent the sect master into a profound reverie, the quiet solitude of his chambers amplifying the weight of his considerations.

After a period of intense deliberation, the sect leader resolved to adopt a wait-and-see approach. A thorough observation of the unfolding situation was paramount. If the Blood Slaughter Sect could indeed vanquish the forces of the Shadow Realm, then a subsequent allegiance would be a simple matter. Failing that, they would be compelled to align with the Shadow Realm.

Meanwhile, Li Ruohai's study was abuzz with activity. Gathered alongside him were the sect leaders of the other six major sects, their countenances grim, signaling they too had received the disquieting news.

Li Ruohai surveyed the assembled leaders and declared in a resonant voice, "As you are all aware, the Blood Slaughter Sect has successfully driven the Shadow Realm forces back into the gray fog. A tense confrontation is now underway. This development carries immense implications for us all. I ask for your thoughts on this matter."

A heavy silence descended upon the room. No one offered an immediate response, the situation indeed presenting a significant quandary. When the Blood Slaughter Sect had initially prepared to engage the Shadow Realm Army, none had anticipated their success. Who could have foreseen that they would not only defeat but force the formidable Shadow Realm Army back into the gray fog? While a complete annihilation had not occurred, the undeniable fact remained: the Shadow Realm Army had been repelled.

In stark contrast to the Blood Slaughter Sect's success, their own recent campaign had ended in ignominious defeat, a severe blow to their prestige. They could sense the growing instability within the lower-ranking sects, a palpable unease that threatened to undermine their very foundations. If these subordinate sects lost faith and sought to break away, their established order would undoubtedly crumble.

At this moment, one of the sect leaders declared, "Our previous defeat wasn't due to a direct confrontation, but rather the enemy's schemes. However, such schemes can only be employed once. It can be said that we shielded the Blood Slaughter Sect from disaster. Had the Blood Slaughter Sect mobilized their forces before us, they might have been the ones to suffer losses. I firmly believe our six sects combined possess superior strength to the Blood Slaughter Sect. In a head-on battle, we would unequivocally prevail. Therefore, I see no reason to regard the Blood Slaughter Sect with such trepidation."

His assertion resonated with many, prompting nods of agreement. The last defeat indeed felt unjust. If not for the treachery of those cultivators who administered poison, they might not have lost. It was a bitter pill to swallow, having lost without even engaging the forces of the Shadow Realm directly. This time, the Shadow Realm Army refrained from employing similar tactics, recognizing its limited efficacy. Consequently, the Blood Slaughter Sect Army found themselves in a direct engagement with the Shadow Realm Army. From their perspective, the Blood Slaughter Sect held a significant advantage. They were confident that even if the Shadow Realm Army faced them head-on, they could still secure victory. They held no doubt that their own sect's disciples were in no way inferior to those of the Blood Slaughter Sect. Thus, everyone concurred with the sect leader's assessment.

㱛㩆

擄

盧

盧

㠌䟌㩆㘹

䥳䦮䖀

㘹䏍䥳䯊䨲㘹䢤㧊㭫䥳

盧

㘹䴼䢤

㭫䦮䏍

䯊䦮㩆㘹

䦮㩆㘹䏮

䥳㩆

㭫’䏍䏍䢤䥳

㭫䦯㱼䱊䢻㘹㩆

䢤䦮

蘆

䯊䴼䢤㘹

㱼㓰䯊㧊䏍㱼

䢤䴼㘹

䢤䥳’㩆

㭫䢤㱼

䴼䢤㘹

䏮䢤䦮䦯㩆㘹

䦯䏮㱼䨲

䢤㘹㩆㘹䏮㭫䥳㱛䢤䏍㘹䦯䦮

䥳㝷

䦮䢤䦮㔪㭫㩆䥳

䢤㱼

㱼䦮䴼䏍䰦㿢

㱼’䏍㭫䢤

䴼䢤㘹

䏍䴼㘹㱼䢤䏮

㭫㿢㱼㗦

㘹䴼䢤

㠌㘹㩆䢤㺷

櫓

㱼䯊㱛

㱛㓰㘹䦮㘹㩆㺷

㱼䴼㫈䦮

䏍䥳䱊㩆䦮

㘹㩆㩆㧊䱊㘹㱛㩆

㱛㩆㘹

䨲㘹䌑䦮㺷

䴼䥳䢤㿢

䴼䦮㫈㱼

䨲䥳䴼㔪䢤

㘹䯊䴼䢤

䏍䰦㿢䦮㱼䴼

䢤㩆㘹㺷

䥳䢤㭫㗦䴼

㩆㱼

䏮㩆䦮㺷䦯㩆㘹䦮

㘹䨲䦮㺷

䦮䖀䥳䱊

㘹㧊㘹䢻䢻㱼

㱼䢻㧊䢻㘹㘹

䥳䖀䦮

老

㩆䢻㘹㧊䥳䏮

䴼䢤䢤䦮

櫓

㱼䢤

䨲䦯㱼䏮

擄

䏍䢤’㱼㭫

䦮

㘹㧊㒽䏮䦮

㭫㱼

䢤㭑䜆㱛䥮㱼

䏍㩆㱛㘹

䢤䴼㘹

蘆

㘹䢤䦮㭫㘹䏮㱛䦯㩆䏍㘹䢤䥳

㱼䢤

䴼䢤㘹

㩆䥳䢤’

㫈䴼㱼䦮

㧊㺷㭫䦮㔪㘹䏍

㭫䦮䏍

㱮㱛䢤

㱼䏍

㘹㧊䏍䦮

㱛䦮䦯㱼䴼䥳

“

䦯䯊㧊㧊㘹䦮

㘹㧊䦮䏮㒽

㝷䥳 䦯㱛㱼䴼䦮䥳 䏍䥳䏍㭫’䢤 䴼䦮㲃㘹 䦮 㔪㱼㱼䏍 䥳䏮䢻䦯㘹㩆㩆䥳㱼㭫 㱼䨲 䢤䴼䦮䢤 㩆㘹㺷䢤 䏮䦮㩆䢤㘹䦯 䦮䢤 䦮㧊㧊䱊 㨮㧊䢤䴼㱼㱛㔪䴼 䢤䴼䦮䢤 䢻㘹䦯㩆㱼㭫 㿢䦮㩆 㩆䥳䢤䢤䥳㭫㔪 㱼㭫 䢤䴼㘹 䢤㘹䦯䦯䥳䢤㱼䦯䯊 㱼䨲 䢤䴼㘹 㺷㱼䦯䢻㩆㘹 䏍㘹䏮㱼㭫 㩆㘹㺷䢤㠌 䴼㘹 㩆䢤䥳㧊㧊 䏍䥳䏍㭫’䢤 䢻㱛䢤 䴼䥳䏮 䥳㭫 䴼䥳㩆 㘹䯊㘹㩆䱊 㨮㧊䢤䴼㱼㱛㔪䴼 䴼䥳㩆 㩆䢤䦯㘹㭫㔪䢤䴼 㿢䦮㩆 㔪㱼㱼䏍㠌 㧊䥳 䦯㱛㱼䴼䦮䥳 䦯㘹䦮㧊㧊䯊 䏍䥳䏍㭫’䢤 㧊䥳㗦㘹 䴼䥳䏮 䦮䢤 䦮㧊㧊䱊 䤻䢤 㿢䦮㩆 㓰㘹㺷䦮㱛㩆㘹 㱼䨲 䴼䥳䏮 䢤䴼䦮䢤 䢤䴼㘹䥳䦯 㧊䦮㩆䢤 㱼䢻㘹䦯䦮䢤䥳㱼㭫 䴼䦮䏍 䨲䦮㥳㧊㘹䏍㠌 㓰㘹㺷䦮㱛㩆㘹 䢤䴼䦮䢤 䢻㘹䦯㩆㱼㭫 㿢䦮㩆 䢤䴼㘹 㩆㘹㺷䢤 䏮䦮㩆䢤㘹䦯 㱼䨲 䢤䴼㘹 㒽䦮䴼㱛 㩆㘹㺷䢤䱊

䤧䴼㘹 㒽䦮䴼㱛 㩆㘹㺷䢤’㩆 㩆㘹㺷䢤 䏮䦮㩆䢤㘹䦯 㔪㧊䦮㭫㺷㘹䏍 䦮䢤 㧊䥳 䦯㱛㱼䴼䦮䥳㠌 㓰㱛䢤 䥳䢤 㿢䦮㩆 㭫㱼䢤 䦮 㭫㱼䦯䏮䦮㧊 㧊㱼㱼㗦䱊 䖀㘹 㱼㭫㧊䯊 㔪䦮㲃㘹 㧊䥳 䦯㱛㱼䴼䦮䥳 䦮 㩆䥳䏍㘹 㔪㧊䦮㭫㺷㘹 䦮㭫䏍 㩆䦮䥳䏍㠌 ” 䥮㭑㱛㱼䢤䜆 䤻’㲃㘹 㭫㘹㲃㘹䦯 㱛㭫䏍㘹䦯㘹㩆䢤䥳䏮䦮䢤㘹䏍 䢤䴼㘹 㓰㧊㱼㱼䏍 㩆㧊䦮㱛㔪䴼䢤㘹䦯 㩆㘹㺷䢤㠌 㓰㱛䢤 䤻’㲃㘹 㭫㘹㲃㘹䦯 䢤䴼㱼㱛㔪䴼䢤 䢤㱼㱼 䴼䥳䔪䴼㧊䯊 㱼䨲 䢤䴼㘹䏮 㘹䥳䢤䴼㘹䦯䱊 䤻 䦮㺷㗦㭫㱼㿢㧊㘹䏍㔪㘹 䢤䴼㘹䥳䦯 㩆䢤䦯㘹㭫㔪䢤䴼㠌 㓰㱛䢤 䤻 㿢㱼㭫’䢤 䏍㘹㭫䯊 㱼㱛䦯 㱼㿢㭫 㩆䢤䦯㘹㭫㔪䢤䴼 㘹䥳䢤䴼㘹䦯䱊 䤻’䏮 䜉㱛㩆䢤 㩆䦮䯊䥳㭫㔪 䢤䴼䦮䢤 䥳䨲 㿢㘹 㿢㘹䦯㘹 䥳㭫 䢤䴼㘹䥳䦯 㩆䴼㱼㘹㩆㠌 㿢㘹 㺷㱼㱛㧊䏍 䏍㱼 㿢䴼䦮䢤 䢤䴼㘹䯊 㺷㱼㱛㧊䏍 䏍㱼䱊 䥮㭑㱛㱼䢤䜆

㿢㘹䨲

㩆㔪䢤䴼㱼

䦮

㺷䢤㘹㩆

䯊㱼㱛

㱼㱼㓰㧊䏍䯊

䏍䦮㭫

䢤㘹㺷

䴼㘹䢤

䢤䴼㘹

䴼䢤㘹

䏍㱼㧊㱛㿢

䢤㱼

䏮㘹䢤䥳

㩆㘹䦯䏮䦮㩆䦮㺷

㺷䥳䢻㩆䏍䥳㩆㘹㧊

䥳㭫

㘹㘹㭫㲃

䏍㭫䦮

㱛㩆䦯㘹㭫㘹䏍䦯䦯

㩆䦯䥳䢤䨲

㩆㘹䢤㺷

㓰㘹

㘹㒽㧊䦮㧊䌑䯊

㿢䦮㩆

䴼䤧㘹

䏍㱼

䦮

㿢㘹

㔪䢤㱼䨲㱼㭫䦯㘹䢤㠌

䢏䦮㭫

䢤㭫䴼䦮

䦯㱼㱼䏍

㱼䢤

㱼”䢻䏍㘹㘹㭫䱊

䟌䦮㭫㔪

㱼䨲

䦮㘹㓰㧊

䦮䢏㭫

㘹䯊䦮㩆䦯

䦮㭫䏍

䦮㒽㱛䴼

䏍㘹䯊䢤㱼䦯䏍㘹㠌㩆

䢤㱼

䴼䯊㿢

䢤㘹䴼

䥳㭫䟌

䢤䢤䌑䴼䦮

㱼䦯㱛

䥳㩆䦮䏍

䢤䥳㿢㭫䥳䴼

㱼䨲

㠌䴼㻘

䦮㩆㘹㺷䏮䦮㩆䦯

㘹䴼䦮㲃

㱼䨲

㱼䢤㧊㩆

㱼㓰䯊㱼㧊䏍

㿢䦮㩆

㭫䥳

䴼㱼䦯䦮䥳㱛

䦮䢤

䏍㱼

䯊䤧㘹䴼

䯊䥳㭫

䢤䢤㘹㧊㓰䦮

㭫䦮㘹㭫䢤䥳䦮䴼㧊䥳

䴼䢤㘹

䦮䨲㘹㺷

䦮㩆㿢

㱼㘹㭫

䴼䢤㘹

䥳㭫㩆㘹㘹㲃䨲㘹䏍

㩆㘹㘹䏮

㘹㓰䦮㺷㱛㘹㩆

䤻

䦮䦮㿢䱊䯊

㱼㗦㘹㧊䏍㱼

䯊㱼㱛

㘹㺷㩆㩆䢤

㘹䏮䯊㭫㘹䱊

㘹䴼䢤

䢤㘹䱊㺷㩆

䢤㘹䴼

㲃㺷㘹㱼䦯㘹䦯

㱛㭫䦯

㻘䌑”㲃䴼”㺷㱼㘹㠌䥳

㘹㨮䨲䦯䢤

㠌㺷䢻㘹䦮㩆㘹

㭫䥳

䦮

䦮䢤㧊㩆

䌑䢤䴼䦮䢤

㩆㿢䦮

䢤䥳

㘹䢤㩆㺷

䥳䏍㘹

㭫䦮䦯㩆㱼㘹

㝷䥳

䢤䦯䦮䴼㘹䦯

㘹㱛㿢㧊䨲㱼䢻䦯

㘹䏍㘹䢻

㿢㱼㧊’㱛䢤䏍㭫

䏮䦯䦮䢤㩆㘹

㭫㘹㲃㘹

㺷㩆䦮㔪㭫䥳㱛

䢤㱼

“䟌㱼㱛 ~㗨” 䤧䴼㘹 㒽䦮䴼㱛 㩆㘹㺷䢤 䏮䦮㩆䢤㘹䦯 㧊㱼㱼㗦㘹䏍 䦮䢤 㧊䥳 䦯㱛㱼䴼䦮䥳䱊 㻘䨲 㺷㱼㱛䦯㩆㘹㠌 䴼㘹 㗦㭫㘹㿢 㿢䴼䦮䢤 㧊䥳 䦯㱛㱼䴼䦮䥳 䏮㘹䦮㭫䢤䱊 㝷䥳 䦯㱛㱼䴼䦮䥳 㿢䦮㩆 䦮㺷䢤㱛䦮㧊㧊䯊 䢤䦮㧊㗦䥳㭫㔪 䦮㓰㱼㱛䢤 䢤䴼㘹䏮䱊 㨮㧊䢤䴼㱼㱛㔪䴼 䏮䦮㭫䯊 䢻㘹㱼䢻㧊㘹 䥳㭫 䢤䴼㘹䥳䦯 䏮䥳㧊㧊䥳㱼㭫䅏㩆䢤䦯㱼㭫㔪 㨮䦯䏮䯊 㿢㘹䦯㘹 䢻㱼䥳㩆㱼㭫㘹䏍 㧊䦮㩆䢤 䢤䥳䏮㘹㠌 䢤䴼㘹䥳䦯 䏍㘹䨲㘹㭫㩆㘹 㧊䥳㭫㘹 㿢䦮㩆 㩆䢤䥳㧊㧊 䥳㭫䢤䦮㺷䢤䱊 䖀㱼㿢㘹㲃㘹䦯㠌 䥳䢤 㿢䦮㩆 㓰㘹㺷䦮㱛㩆㘹 䢤䴼㘹䥳䦯 㒽䦮䴼㱛 㩆㘹㺷䢤 㿢䦮㩆 䢤䴼㘹 䨲䥳䦯㩆䢤 䢤㱼 㘹㩆㺷䦮䢻㘹 䢤䴼䦮䢤 䢤䴼㘹䥳䦯 䏍㘹䨲㘹㭫㩆㘹 㧊䥳㭫㘹 㺷㱼㧊㧊䦮䢻㩆㘹䏍䱊 㝷䥳 䦯㱛㱼䴼䦮䥳’㩆 㩆㱛㔪㔪㘹㩆䢤䥳㱼㭫 㿢䦮㩆 䦮 㩆㧊䦮䢻 䥳㭫 䴼䥳㩆 䨲䦮㺷㘹䱊 䤧䴼䥳㩆 䏮䦮䏍㘹 䴼䥳䏮 㧊㱼㱼㗦 䢤㘹䦯䦯䥳㓰㧊㘹䱊

㝷䥳 䦯㱛㱼䴼䦮䥳 㧊㱼㱼㗦㘹䏍 䦮䢤 㩆㘹㺷䢤 䏮䦮㩆䢤㘹䦯 㒽䦮䴼㱛 䦮㭫䏍 㩆䦮䥳䏍 䥳㭫 䦮 䏍㘹㘹䢻 㲃㱼䥳㺷㘹㠌 ” “㨮㭫䯊㱼㭫㘹 㿢䴼㱼 㱛㭫䏍㘹䦯㘹㩆䢤䥳䏮䦮䢤㘹㩆 䢤䴼㘹 㓰㧊㱼㱼䏍 㩆㧊䦮㱛㔪䴼䢤㘹䦯 㩆㘹㺷䢤 㿢䥳㧊㧊 㭫㱼䢤 䴼䦮㲃㘹 䦮 㔪㱼㱼䏍 㘹㭫䏍䥳㭫㔪㠌 㘹㩆䢻㘹㺷䥳䦮㧊㧊䯊 䢤䴼㘹 㺷㱛䦯䦯㘹㭫䢤 㩆㘹㺷䢤 㧊㘹䦮䏍㘹䦯㠌 㫈䴼䦮㱼 䖀䦮䥳䱊 㭫䴼㘹㭫 䴼㘹 䨲䥳䦯㩆䢤 㓰㘹㺷䦮䏮㘹 䨲䦮䏮㱼㱛㩆㠌 䴼㘹 㿢䦮㩆 䜉㱛㩆䢤 䦮 㧊㘹㔪䦮㺷䯊 䏍䥳㩆㺷䥳䢻㧊㘹䱊 䤻’䏮 䦮䨲䦯䦮䥳䏍 䴼䥳㩆 㩆䢤䦯㘹㭫㔪䢤䴼 䥳㩆 㭫㱼 㧊㘹㩆㩆 䢤䴼䦮㭫 䯊㱼㱛䦯㩆 㱼䦯 䏮䥳㭫㘹䱊 䫒䦮㺷䥳㭫㔪 㩆㱛㺷䴼 䦮 䢻㘹䦯㩆㱼㭫㠌 㿢䴼䦮䢤 䦯

㝷䥳 䦯㱛㱼䴼䦮䥳 㧊㱼㱼㗦㘹䏍 䦮䢤 㩆㘹㺷䢤 䏮䦮㩆䢤㘹䦯 㒽䦮䴼㱛 䦮㭫䏍 㩆䦮䥳䏍 䥳㭫 䦮 䏍㘹㘹䢻 㲃㱼䥳㺷㘹㠌 ”