Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8718 8718: Medicinal pill (1)

News of the Bloody Massacre Sect officially declaring war upon the six major sects sent ripples through the Blood Sea Realm. Yet, surprisingly, this revelation failed to incite widespread shock. It seemed many had anticipated this confrontation, merely not its swift arrival.

Meanwhile, on an island belonging to the Corpse Demon Sect, a disciple addressed an Island Master level cultivator with gravity. "Master, that's all I have to convey. The Bloody Massacre Sect's leader, Zhao Hai, has assured that immediate removal of your restriction is possible upon surrender. You need not fear the restraint. He hopes the Blood Sea Realm can unite and expel the Shadow Realm invaders."

This Corpse Demon Sect disciple was, in truth, a spy for the Bloody Massacre Sect, dispatched to persuade his master to defect. A significant number within the Corpse Demon Sect harbored similar desires to join the Bloody Massacre Sect, feeling a profound sense of shame. Their own Sect Leader had perished resisting the enemy. To surrender without a fight would equate to betraying their fallen leader, a fate they'd rather die than face.

Numerous younger disciples had already abandoned the Corpse Demon Sect. Preferring to align with their rivals, the Bloody Massacre Sect, they sought to continue the fight against the Shadow Realm forces. Youth often burned with a fiery passion, a necessary fervor that, if extinguished, would spell the end of hope for the entire sect.

It was this very conviction that emboldened the disciple to approach his master. He had long infiltrated the Corpse Demon Sect, surviving numerous close calls, and now felt his efforts were finally coming to fruition.

The Corpse Demon Sect Island Master regarded the disciple, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. "You're with the Bloody Massacre Sect?" he queried, astonished to discover a spy from that faction within his ranks, especially one he had held in high regard.

The disciple affirmed, "Yes, Master. I belong to the Bloody Massacre Sect. They are the reason for my current standing. I was merely an ordinary island disciple with mediocre strength. The Bloody Massacre Sect covertly aided me, allowing me to reach this point. Even the cultivation technique I practice was bestowed by them. Master, the Bloody Massacre Sect stands on the precipice of victory. I implore you not to be slain by them or cursed for betraying the Blood Sea Realm for millennia."

The Island Master mused, "Surrender isn't entirely out of the question. They are, after all, a sect of the Blood Sea Realm. However, you're aware of the deep animosity between our Corpse Demon Sect and the Bloody Massacre Sect. Even if Zhao Hai can lift my restriction, will they truly accept us? We were instrumental in the Bloody Massacre Sect's previous downfall. Our feud runs deeper than the ocean. Can we truly expect genuine acceptance?"

The disciple lowered his voice. "Master, Sect Leader Zhao Hai considers the grievances between the Blood Kill Sect and the Corpse Demon Sect as internal matters of the Blood Sea Realm. Furthermore, he holds Sect Leader Li Ruohai's actions in high esteem. He is willing to set aside past conflicts and work with us against the Corpse Demon Sect. His sincerity is unquestionable."

The Island Master studied his disciple, his voice resonating with resolve. "The Sect Leader's death in battle, and our survival, is a stain upon our honor. Yet, as a cultivator, I refuse to become a slave to the Shadow Realm. Go, convey my willingness to surrender to the Bloody Massacre Sect. I only ask that Sect Leader Zhao Hai lift the seal upon me. Without it, the enemy could claim my life at any moment. My surrender would be rendered meaningless."

The disciple acknowledged the island owner's words with a respectful bow before departing. Once the disciple was out of sight, the island owner let out a heavy sigh, his eyes slowly closing. He understood that with his recent decision came a singular, predetermined path. Yet, much like he had conveyed to his disciple, he was a cultivator and refused to be reduced to anyone's subservient pawn. Furthermore, Li Ruohai's demise had left an indelible mark upon him. Who was Li Ruohai? He was the very embodiment of celestial aspiration, a soul so consumed by the pursuit of immortality that he'd been prepared to sever ties with his own kin for it. Despite this, such an individual, with an almost fanatical devotion to eternal life, had ultimately chosen to sacrifice himself to defy the forces of the shadow world. What further justification could there be for resistance? Was it merely the primal instinct to survive? Could his own life truly hold more value than Li Ruohai's? He found the very notion unbelievable.

Pondering this, he couldn't suppress a long, drawn-out exhale. A profound sense of admiration washed over him for Li Ruohai. Now that Li Ruohai was no more, his attachments within the Corpse Demon Sect had significantly loosened. Consequently, he harbored no weighty ethical reservations about aligning himself with the Blood Slaughter Sect. His current yearning was for battle, a fierce confrontation against the shadow realm. He sought to avenge Li Ruohai's final stand. He held a firm conviction that many within the Corpse Demon Sect shared this sentiment, as he believed a substantial number of its members were equally unwilling to bow as slaves to the shadow realm's dominion.

As these thoughts occupied the island master's mind, the disciple reappeared before him. Initially taken aback, he nonetheless granted the eager disciple audience. Upon entering, the disciple offered another bow and then spoke, "Master, I have successfully established contact with the Blood Slaughter Sect. This pill has been provided by them. Their Sect Leader conveyed that upon consuming this elixir, the seal afflicting your person will be unequivocally broken."

The island master's gaze fell upon the small, exquisite jade bottle presented by his disciple. A slight furrow creased his brow as he inquired in a deep, resonant voice, "Did the Blood Slaughter Sect's representatives truly state such a thing? They possess no knowledge of the specific nature of my affliction, yet they claim a single pill can eradicate it? Is this not an exercise in extreme perfunctoriness?"

The disciple responded with a resolute tone, "The Blood Slaughter Sect Leader affirmed that he is fully cognizant of the restrictive measures employed by the shadow realm forces. He even personally subjected himself to its effects. This pilule was developed quite recently, specifically engineered to counteract the shadow realm's particular brand of restriction. Please, Master, rest assured."

The island master regarded the jade bottle with a contemplative look, then released another lengthy sigh. "Very well, I shall place my trust in them this one occasion. Should they demonstrably deceive me now, I shall simply have to accept my unfortunate fate." With a dismissive wave of his hand, the jade bottle levitated directly into his palm. He then carefully unsealed the bottle, revealing within a single, blood-red elixir. This pill, roughly the size of a longan fruit, was entirely crimson and emanated a subtly pleasant, albeit faint, fragrance. Examining the elixir closely, the island master perceived nothing overtly amiss. Clenching his jaw, he ingested the pill.

The moment the elixir touched his tongue, it dissolved into a fragrant liquid, flowing unhindered down his throat. However, as the warmth spread through his being, an alarming immobility seized him. To his utter astonishment, a mystical formation materialized around his body. Igniting from beneath him, this arcane matrix ascended his form with deliberate, measured grace. Its progression, neither hasty nor sluggish, spanned approximately twenty breaths before receding past his head. Subsequently, the formation dematerialized, reforming into a dark, concentrated pill that subsequently dropped to the ground. He found his freedom of movement instantly restored.

He retrieved the fallen pill, his expression a mask of bewilderment. Turning to his disciple, he questioned, "Pray tell, what transpired?" This peculiar phenomenon, where an ingested pill manifested a magical formation capable of regenerating itself, was utterly unprecedented in his experience, bordering on the utterly bizarre.

The disciple peered at the pill, his voice steady as he explained, "Master, Sect Leader Zhao Hai indicated that the shadow realm employs a form of bloodline restriction. This ingested substance is essentially a composite of an array formation and a medicinal pill. It not only expels the restriction from your system but also reconstitutes itself into this resultant pill. Should the restriction be breached through conventional means, the shadow realm would be instantly alerted. This novel method, however, circumvents detection. As long as you retain this pill, the shadow realm will remain oblivious. You have successfully purged the restriction. This serves as an additional layer of safeguarding for you."

The island master was taken aback by his disciple's words. He then examined the pill in his hand and nodded. "That is logical. Very well, I shall keep this pill. What are the Bloody Massacre Sect's next instructions? Are they planning for us to join their ranks now?"

The disciple quickly responded, "No, Master. Sect Leader Zhao Hai stated that your only obligation is to pledge allegiance when they engage the Corpse Demon Sect. There is no immediate need to join the Bloody Massacre Sect. Acting rashly might result in you being pursued by individuals from the Shadow Realm, which would be a considerable loss."

Upon hearing his disciple's explanation, the island master couldn't help but furrow his brow. "But if I do not join the Bloody Massacre Sect now, what if the forces from the Shadow Realm compel us to join their army and confront the Bloody Massacre Sect? At that point, if we were to join the Bloody Massacre Sect, wouldn't we still face their wrath?"

The disciple offered a slight smile. "Sect Leader Zhao Hai has indicated that you will understand when the time comes. Simply follow the order to attack then." In truth, the disciple himself was unaware of Zhao Hai's specific strategy, merely relaying Zhu Yong's instructions, as it was Zhu Yong who had initiated contact.

Despite not fully grasping the intricacies of the situation, the island master now found himself aligned with the Bloody Massacre Sect and maintained faith in their cause. Nevertheless, he harbored a deep curiosity regarding Zhao Hai's ultimate intentions. His intrigue was even more piqued by the sect leader of the Bloody Massacre Sect himself, whose reputation and experiences were nothing short of legendary.

Zhao Hai's history was indeed extraordinary. When the Bloody Slaughter Sect met its demise, only Zhao Hai and a select few managed to escape. Yet, within a mere span of a few years, they resurfaced within the Blood Sea Realm. Astonishingly, they managed to annihilate both the Yin Yang Sect and the Yin Ghost Sect in a single decisive campaign. These two sects were once comparable in power to the Bloody Slaughter Sect, making their downfall truly shocking.

Consequently, numerous individuals within the Blood Sea Realm found themselves intensely curious about Zhao Hai. They were eager to uncover the secrets behind his swift and remarkable achievements. It was widely acknowledged that even with a lifetime of dedicated effort, others could not hope to attain what Zhao Hai had accomplished in such a short period. His success was truly astonishing.