Mushroom Man

Chapter 120 Filial Piety and Heartfelt Devotion (Please Subscribe)
"Ehh!!!"

The Ferghana dragon steed roared, and ghostly blue flames blazed fiercely.

Chief Wu tightened the reins, and with the few memories he had left, he unleashed his killing move... Taking the lead!
The next moment, the Ferghana horse galloped off!
The move "Leading the Way" may seem ordinary, but it possesses a speed that makes other Mushroom Masters hesitate to use it.

With such terrifying speed, once unleashed, it will usually have an impact on the opponent, making it difficult for them to defend themselves.

Upon seeing this, the clan leader's pupils contracted sharply.

He instinctively wanted to activate the defensive fungi.

Unexpectedly, the Ferghana horse took the lead, and its thick, iron hooves smashed directly onto Chief Yan's head.

Just listen to a "bang"!
Chief Yan was sent flying backward, a piece of his head collapsing, and he was nearly kicked so hard that his brains would splatter.

Previously, when Chief Wu faced Abbot Shanren, he appeared to be completely powerless.

But right now, dealing with Chief Yan seems unstoppable.

This shows that there are differences even among mushroom growers.

Chief Wu had no interest in fighting; his mind was entirely focused on his destiny with the immortals.

Seeing that Chief Yan had fallen to the ground and could not get up, he was about to spur his horse and continue to chase after Abbot Fang and Wu Liang.

Unexpectedly, Chief Yan forced himself to stand up again.

"cough……"

"Old Wu, you actually dared to kill me? You've really gone mad."

He was no longer refined and amiable; his expression became particularly unpleasant.

Despite his dizziness, Chief Yan refused to let him leave.

Without a second thought, he activated the Channel Fungus... the Mouth-Slaying Fungus!

"Old Wu, I have treated you well, always treating you with courtesy, yet you have repeatedly tried to kill me."

"Your actions are neither benevolent nor just!"

Chief Yan's angry rebuke struck Chief Wu's mind like a tangible blow.

Chief Wu froze, swaying as if he were about to fall off his horse.

Seeing this, Chief Yan dared not let his guard down and immediately used his trump card!

The Way of Desperate Strike... A debt collector's revenge!
"Fifteen years ago, in spring, I borrowed a mushroom tree from you and have not returned it to this day."

"Ten years ago, in the summer, I invited you to dinner, but I didn't offer you wine. Yet you drank three jars of my finest wine..."

"Five years ago, in autumn, I lent you a three-turn oath mushroom, but you never took it to heart and have not returned it to this day."

“A year ago, in winter, you borrowed more than ten female slaves from me under the pretext of lacking slaves…”

Chief Yan spoke at length, listing all the debts owed to Chief Wu.

He started talking about it fifteen years ago and has continued to this day, recounting hundreds of debts.

From borrowing mushrooms and not returning them, to drinking a glass of wine.

These are mostly trivial matters, which most people would simply assume are just friends helping each other out.

Unexpectedly, this has now become a means for Chief Yan to deal with Chief Wu.

With each statement made by the clan chief, the Wu clan chief's posture became one step more hunched.

"Those who fail to repay their debts will be punished for all debts!"

At the command of the clan chief, the Daoist killing move "Enemies Seeking Retribution" was unleashed.

The Wu clan chief's soul was unstable, flickering between light and darkness.

The depth of one's soul and spirit is rapidly declining at a rate visible to the naked eye.

In less than three to five breaths, more than a hundred more souls were lost.

If things continue like this, Chief Wu's time in this world may not be long.

"Hey!"

At the critical moment, it was still the Akhal-Teke steed that turned the tide.

Chief Wu will be affected by the Channeling Mushroom, but the Ferghana Dragon Steed, being a mushroom beast, has never interacted with Chief Wu and will naturally not be affected.

The Ferghana dragon steed, its eyes wide with fury and wreathed in eerie flames, charged forward with a sudden burst of energy.

"Ok?"

"and many more……"

Chief Yan had overlooked the Ferghana dragon steed until now, when he finally remembered it.

His expression changed slightly, and he quickly spoke, as if trying to activate some kind of mushroom.

However, by this point, it was already too late.

Just listen to a "click"!
Chief Yan was sent flying again, his bones broken and tendons snapped.

Will-o'-the-wisps burned fiercely on his body, causing him unbearable pain and screaming in agony.

This time, he couldn't even stand up.

In less than a short time, Chief Yan was hit three times by the Ferghana Dragon Steed, which was quite a miserable experience.

As a mushroom master, Chief Yan excels at reconnaissance, spreading messages, and gathering intelligence, but is not good at killing.

Moreover, he was the weakest of the three tyrants of Zhaodi Town.

Under these circumstances, it is truly remarkable that they have survived until now after being repeatedly and severely injured by a level 4 mushroom beast.

With the fall of the Yan clan chief, the deadly attack of seeking revenge against his enemies was forced to a halt.

The precarious Wu clan chief finally came to his senses and straightened his back.

"A predestined connection with immortals..."

Chief Wu was in a daze and didn't take Chief Yan seriously at all.

He looked around and, seeing that no one was blocking his way, immediately spurred his Ferghana horse to leap up to the sixth floor and chase after the abbot.

For a moment, only Chief Yan remained on the fifth floor, all alone.

He fell to the ground screaming in agony, and it took a while for his condition to improve.

"It's over, it's over..."

"If Wu Tianliang gets away, the abbot will definitely not let me off the hook."

"It's all my fault for being so preoccupied with how to revitalize the Yan family that I neglected my ruthless methods of killing."

"Now look what's happened. I'm in such a sorry state dealing with a mad Wu clan chief. What am I going to do?"

Chief Yan lay on the ground, barely breathing, muttering to himself in fear.

Right now, he is not only covered in wounds, but his soul has also been severely damaged.

Such injuries will likely take at least ten days to two weeks to heal.

Just then, Yan Wuxin arrived late from the sixth floor. "Father, Father..."

"How are you doing?"

Upon seeing the fallen Yan clan chief, Yan Wuxin's face immediately showed worry. Without thinking, he rushed over.

"A message?"

"Cough cough cough..."

Chief Yan's eyes lit up, and in his excitement, he coughed up several pools of blood.

"Father, I am late."

"I will take you out of the bronze tower now and let Master Yan heal your wounds."

Yan Wuxin's expression changed slightly upon seeing his father's appearance.

He had excellent eyesight and quickly realized that his father was seriously injured and in urgent need of recuperation.

Although these injuries are not enough to kill my father, if they are left untreated, he may suffer from chronic illnesses in the future.

Without a second thought, Yan Wuxin prepared to carry his father away from the nine-story bronze tower.

"No, it's no use..."

"Right now, I've let Chief Wu escape."

“Once the abbot discovers Chief Wu, I will surely not escape death.”

Chief Yan gave a bitter laugh and patted Yan Wuxin on the shoulder.

"What you need to do now is to quickly go out and inform Master Yan that he should not collude with the nun to deal with Abbot Shanren."

“Abbot Shanren is far beyond our ability to deal with; he will definitely be able to obtain the Wuxiang inheritance.”

"Wait, wait until he has free hands, then everyone here will die."

"The only thing we can do now is to preserve our Yan family line so that it doesn't end."

"Now, Xin'er, you also have mushroom poison in your body. You must take advantage of the fact that the poison has not yet taken effect and order the mushroom master of the Yan family to take your younger brother and escape from this place..."

Knowing that his days were numbered, the clan chief had accepted reality and began to make his final arrangements.

What he couldn't let go of the most was the Yan family and his newborn son.

So he forced himself to stay awake and not faint from the damage to his soul, and gave Yan Wuxin as many instructions as possible.

However, Chief Yan failed to notice that Yan Wuxin's expression was gradually changing after he uttered these words.

"Little brother, it's little brother again..."

"Even at this point, knowing that I also have mushroom poison in my body, they haven't said a single word to me."

"Besides the Yan family, there's only my younger brother. Don't I even deserve a word of concern from my father on his deathbed?"

Yan Wuxin, who had originally looked worried and whose eyes were full of concern, now had a gradually distorted and ferocious expression.

The grievances suffered during this period have now transformed into hatred, which is beginning to sprout.

Yan Wuxin looked at the Yan clan leader, his voice hoarse, and said in an inexplicable tone, "Father..."

"do you know?"

"I don't need to die, I have already found the antidote."

Chief Yan struggled to move his body, trying to make himself feel better.

He was taken aback upon hearing this.

The next moment, a hint of joy flashed across his face, which had been ashen, and he quickly asked.

"Xin'er, do you have a way to detoxify?"

"Alright, alright, you silly child, why didn't you say so sooner?"

"It has caused me, your father, to live in constant fear, lest something bad happen to the Yan family after my death."

Upon hearing this joyous news, Chief Yan was overjoyed, as if he had fallen off a cliff and grasped at the last straw.

"Heh, hahaha, thank goodness I'm not doomed..."

"Quickly! Xin'er, find a way to detoxify your father."

"Once the mushroom poison is cured, we'll immediately break out of the Bronze Tower, take the Yan family far away, and never return to this place of trouble."

"At that time, it doesn't matter who wins or loses, whether it's the Buddhist sect or the abbot, it has nothing to do with us..."

Yan Wuxin looked at his excited father.

He smiled.

"Ok?"

"My son, I'm speaking to you. Where is the antidote?"

"What time is it already, you..."

Seeing his appearance, Chief Yan frowned and was about to say something.

However, before he could finish speaking, a sharp pain shot through his chest!
"Uh……"

Chief Yan's throat was filled with blood, and he could no longer utter a single word.

He lowered his head in disbelief, looking at his heart.

Suddenly, Yan Wuxin's hand passed through his chest and grasped his beating heart.

next moment……

"Pfft!"

With a slight effort, Yan Wuxin pulled out the heart.

In an instant, blood splattered, turning him into a blood-soaked figure, making him look ferocious and terrifying.

Chief Yan was only seriously injured; he did not lose his life.

But no one expected that the 'son' he had raised from childhood would take his life at this moment.

Chief Yan's pupils dilated, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, never knowing why he died.

Yan Wuxin looked at his deceased father and murmured softly.

"Father, you've misunderstood..."

“Your son will not die, but it doesn’t say whether you, Father, will live or die.”

"The method of detoxification requires expelling the mushroom toxins from the clan members."

“Father, you love your younger brother so much, you must not be able to bring yourself to do this.”

"If that's the case, then let me live..."

(End of this chapter)