Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8715 8715: News (1)

As Cheng Wanchun observed his approach towards a shadow general intensifying, a frigid glint sparked within his eyes. With a swift motion, he summoned two tigers that materialized beside him. They then surged forward, unleashing deafening roars. One tiger pounced at Cheng Wanchun, instantly dissolving into a Tiger-head armor. The other tiger let out a fierce cry and charged at him. Cheng Wanchun grasped the second tiger with both hands, and it vanished, replaced by a Tiger-headed saber in his grip.

With a mighty roar, Cheng Wanchun charged at a particular shadow general, the one wielding the Green Dragon Crescent Blade. Upon sensing Cheng Wanchun's advance, the shadow general let out a cold snort. The flood dragon he rode turned, charging directly at Cheng Wanchun as the Green Dragon Crescent Blade in his hand descended.

Cheng Wanchun bellowed in response. He spun around, lunging like a ferocious tiger towards his opponent. Simultaneously, the saber in his hand became a streak of lightning, lashing out at the shadow general. Zhao Hai possessed considerable skill in saber techniques, a specialty for which the Blood Kill Sect was renowned. The sect's scripture library, now in Zhao Hai's possession, contained an abundance of saber techniques. This allowed cultivators like Cheng Wanchun, capable of transforming their Dharma artifacts into armor and weapons, to master various weapon forms, with saber techniques naturally taking precedence.

Cheng Wanchun's saber technique was exceptionally fierce, akin to a tiger descending from a mountain. Its execution was not only potent but also incredibly swift. His saber strikes emanated a soaring killing intent, reminiscent of a tiger spotting its prey, making it a formidable force.

The shadow general clearly hadn't anticipated Cheng Wanchun's formidable prowess. However, he was no pushover either. He swung his blade, and the two combatants clashed. Meanwhile, the puppets engaged the remaining shadow generals. Initially, these shadow generals, sensing the nature of their opponents, didn't take the puppets seriously. Yet, as the battle commenced, they realized the puppets' surprising strength. Trapped, they found themselves unable to disengage, forced to watch the magic artifact army depart.

Upon this realization, fury consumed the shadow generals. They considered themselves elite warriors under Lord Beiwei. Had it not been for the timely intervention of the magic weapon army disrupting their attack strategy, they might not have been forced into this confrontation. Their intent was to annihilate the magic array army. However, just as they were about to pursue their quarry, they were intercepted, thwarting their plans. This unexpected turn left them enraged, causing their attacks and those of their subordinates to intensify, becoming faster and more ruthless.

Nevertheless, the puppets proved to be formidable adversaries. They were meticulously crafted by the Blood Slaughter Sect. Beyond the saber in their right hand, their saber-wielding arms, though appearing uniform, featured reinforced arm guards offering significant defensive capabilities, adept at parrying enemy strikes. Furthermore, they could wield sabers with both hands. Their body armor was equally robust, and their capes could unleash a variety of spells. Most critically, their weapons were imbued with arrays capable of transmitting energy—an energy-laced weapon that served as a natural counter to those from the Shadow Realm, instilling great caution in them.

For these reasons, despite the shadow generals' desire to conclude the battle swiftly, they found the puppets exceptionally difficult opponents. Their intelligence and rapid combat reactions were striking, behaving less like automatons and more like genuine cultivators.

Suddenly, a tiger's roar echoed. Glancing over, the shadow generals saw the shadow general who had been fighting Cheng Wanchun retreating on his flood dragon, clearly defeated. This sight stunned the shadow generals, as they recognized him as the strongest among them. His defeat was unexpected.

Observing Cheng Wanchun now advancing towards them, the shadow generals understood that catching the magic weapon army was impossible. Remaining would invite danger, so they turned and fled, clearly unwilling to be further engaged. They had no desire to be entangled with their current opponents.

Cheng Wanchun did not press his advantage. Their objective was merely to stall, not to engage in a fight to the death, as the timing was not yet right. The Blood Slaughter Sect was not fully prepared, and an all-out battle now would result in immense losses. Cheng Wanchun understood that Zhao Hai would prioritize his disciples' safety above all else, preferring to forfeit opportunities rather than risk their lives. This prudent approach was mirrored by Cheng Wanchun and his comrades, who placed a high value on their own survival.

Once the enemy had withdrawn, Cheng Wanchun recalled his puppets and rejoined the formation. However, upon re-entering, he observed that a significant number of the Shadow Realm combatants had been eliminated. A fresh wave of Shadow Realm soldiers was advancing towards the formation, but for the moment, they posed no immediate threat.

As Cheng Wanchun surveyed the formation, Situ Jingyu remarked, "I had no idea, Mr. Cheng, that you possessed such formidable power. Today has truly been an eye-opener. The Blood Slaughter Sect is indeed a force to be reckoned with. I am deeply impressed." With that, Situ Jingyu offered a polite cupped-fist salute to Cheng Wanchun.

Cheng Wanchun returned the gesture and replied casually, "There are many disciples like myself within the Blood Slaughter Sect. We may not appear particularly impressive, let alone the venerable Elders. Hehe, if our Master lacked unwavering confidence, he would never have allowed the Blood Slaughter Sect to establish itself so boldly within the Blood Sea Realm." He paused, his gaze shifting to the unfolding battle. Despite the continued retreat, the situation had stabilized. The enemy's pincer attack had been blunted, and their inability to maintain pursuit as they kept falling back had allowed the defenders to regain their footing. This relative reprieve brought sighs of relief from those on the magic circle platforms. All one hundred platforms were now concentrating their fire in a single direction, amplifying their destructive potential.

Confronted by this concentrated assault, the Shadow Realm Army faltered in their advance. At this critical juncture, a disciple from the Green Wind Sect rushed to Situ Jingyu, his face beaming with good news. "Sect Master," he announced breathlessly, "we've just received intelligence that the armies of the six great sects have inexplicably erupted into internal conflict. The Sect Master of the Corpse Demon Sect, Li Ruohai, has unexpectedly unleashed the Corpse Ancestor of his sect, sacrificing himself to awaken the Ancestor's full combat prowess. The Corpse Ancestor is presently engaged in a fierce battle against the combined forces of the six sects, which, I might add, includes members of the Corpse Demon Sect itself."

The news struck both Situ Jingyu and Cheng Wanchun with stunned surprise, immediately followed by a spark of elation in their eyes. Situ Jingyu couldn't contain his joyous exclamation, "Excellent! This is truly wonderful. We have secured victory this time!" Cheng Wanchun, too, felt a surge of delight. He recognized that if the offensive by the six major sects collapsed, it was highly probable that the Shadow Realm Army would cease its own assault.

Nevertheless, Cheng Wanchun maintained a composed demeanor. "Let us not be complacent," he stated in a deep, measured tone. "We must adhere to our original plan: a slow, fighting withdrawal. We cannot afford to grant the enemy any openings, nor can we allow them to detect any weaknesses." Hearing Cheng Wanchun's sensible counsel, Situ Jingyu regained his composure. He turned to the messenger and commanded firmly, "Go and relay the order. Ensure there are no missteps. Any error now could cost us everything."

The messenger acknowledged the command with a hurried response and departed, his excitement palpable. Indeed, a wave of elation swept through everyone who received the news. This development not only meant the safety of their sect's headquarters but also signaled the imminent end of the enemy's relentless assault.

At that very moment, Situ Jingyu's communication array pulsed with light, and a jade slip materialized within it. He retrieved it swiftly. After perusing its contents, a smile spread across his face. He turned to Cheng Wanchun and reported, "Fellow Daoist Chang Jun and his associates are already advancing towards the Shadow Realm's gray fog. He also sent word to inquire about our situation here and whether we require reinforcements. Furthermore, he informed me of the internal conflict brewing among the six major sects."

A smile played on Cheng Wanchun's lips. "Martial Uncle Chang is an exceptionally meticulous individual. Though his innate power once surpassed my master's, he held my master's strength in such high regard that he joined my master's battle team, eventually becoming its vice-captain. Later, upon reaching the Island Lord level, he established his domain on an island originally bestowed upon my master by our Sect. At that time, my master had not yet attained the Island Lord realm and lacked his own island. Following the demise of that island's Lord in battle, my master assumed control of it.""Consequently, while that island formally belongs to my master, it is not his Natal Island. Later, an incident befell the Blood Massacre Sect, resulting in the destruction of Martial Uncle Chang's island. His cultivation declined, halting any further advancement. Despite this, we maintain the utmost respect for him; even my master holds him in high esteem. Currently, within the Blood Massacre Sect, though his cultivation base isn't formidable, his standing is exceptionally elevated. He is known for his diligence and profound care for others, earning him immense reverence."

Situ Jingyu paused, a flicker of surprise crossing his features before he nodded in understanding. The reason for Chang Jun's esteemed position within the Blood Massacre Sect, even with his modest cultivation, became clear. Admiration for Chang Jun surged within him. An Island Lord who could maintain such a high status after losing his island was no ordinary cultivator. While such occurrences weren't unprecedented, Chang Jun's continued prominence in a major Sect like the Blood Massacre Sect spoke volumes. It wasn't merely about possessing the necessary qualifications but also about demonstrating true capability.