Mushroom Man

Chapter 147 Zhao Di Cries at the Grave, Her Master is Dead

"Mushroom Fairy..."

"Once I decide to go to the East, my opponents will not only be the Mushroom Masters, but also the legendary Mushroom Immortals."

“It’s getting more and more interesting.”

Wu Liang narrowed his eyes, feeling not fear but rather a hint of anticipation.

He wanted to see how those legendary mushroom immortals fared compared to Abbot Shanren.

"Now I have less than two years left to live."

"If we can open the treasure vault, we can naturally solve the problem of lifespan."

"What's truly frightening is whether I can reach the East safely in less than two years, amidst a world full of enemies."

A look of worry flashed across Wu Liang's face, indicating that he was not optimistic about the situation.

It should be noted that the Western Regions and the Eastern Lands are located at opposite ends of the world, one in the west and the other in the east, which is quite a distance.

Furthermore, the journey from the Western Regions to the Eastern Lands involves traversing an entire continent and passing through the Northern Sea or the Southern Wilderness.

It's easy to imagine just how difficult this is.

"We have to be quick..."

"No matter what, we must reach the Eastern Land and open the treasure vault before our lifespan is nearing its end."

"While on the road, we must also find ways to prolong life."

As Wu Liang's thoughts raced, he made a corresponding plan for what would happen next.

As everyone knows, the most important way to extend one's lifespan is through longevity mushrooms.

However, longevity mushrooms are extremely rare and priceless. Even the worst ten-year-old longevity mushrooms are firmly held in the hands of the Mushroom Fairy.

However, longevity mushrooms are not the only means to extend one's lifespan.

However, most of them are very precious, and even life-extending methods with serious flaws can often fetch astronomical prices.

If Wu Liang wanted to obtain a method to prolong his life on the road, he would definitely need a large amount of silver water.

"It's time to take a look at my Demon-Suppressing Tower..."

Wu Liang's eyes flickered and landed on the Wuxiang Token.

At this point, he had already learned the background and consequences of the mushroom house in the Demon Suppression Tower through the Formless Token.

Although the Demon Suppression Tower is now in ruins, we might still be able to scrape some scraps and get some profit out of it.

When Wu Liang thought of this, his mind moved.

The next moment, a dilapidated little tower about three inches in size emerged from the Wuxiang Order.

At this moment, he had already refined the Demon-Suppressing Tower.

Wu Liang can summon the Demon-Suppressing Tower at any time to restore it to its original size, whenever he wishes.

However, because the Demon Suppression Tower is so badly damaged, if it is forcibly activated without being repaired, it will probably collapse instantly.

Wu Liang, of course, wouldn't do something so thoughtless.

He calmed his mind, and his consciousness fell on the Demon Suppression Tower.

In an instant, everything about the Demon Suppression Tower was laid bare before their eyes.

Firstly, of the entire nine-story Demon Suppression Tower, only the fourth and ninth floors can still be considered intact.

The rest either collapsed or lost their effectiveness, becoming mere decorations.

This caused Wu Liang a pang of heartache.

After all, the mushroom resources on the eighth floor are all pure silver!
If he can sell this, he won't need to worry about resources until he reaches the fifth level of advancement.

"Alas, to gain it is my fortune, to lose it is my fate."

"Anyway, there are still the ninth and fourth floors; there should be some profit to be made there..."

Wu Liang sighed, then turned his attention to the ninth and fourth floors.

However, the more he looked, the happier he became.

Firstly, perhaps because the ninth floor was originally a place used to imprison the Blood River Ancestor.

Therefore, that place is particularly sturdy and is the best-preserved part of the entire Demon Suppression Tower.

The more than 9,990 fifth-level Demon-Suppressing Iron Chain Mushrooms remained unharmed.

Unfortunately, the Blood River Ancestor's sixth-stage Evil Beast body was not inside.

It's likely that after it usurped the throne, it was taken away and then destroyed when Wu Liang killed it, or perhaps it merged with the abbot's body.

Even so, it was enough to surprise Wu Liang.

Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-odd fifth-generation mushrooms, that's outrageous, absolutely outrageous!
The Demon Suppression Tower truly lived up to its reputation as the Fairy Mushroom House, possessing a rich and profound heritage.

Wu Liang was breathing heavily, but he quickly calmed down and came to terms with reality.

Currently, his cultivation level is too low, and his understanding of the Dao Refining School is insufficient.

The Demon Suppression Tower was already in a state where it could shatter at the slightest touch.

If these Demon-Suppressing Iron Chain Mushrooms are removed rashly, the Demon-Suppressing Tower may collapse instantly.

This was unacceptable to him.

After all, the Demon Suppression Tower was once a celestial mushroom house. Although it has now fallen to the status of a mortal mushroom house, if it is properly repaired, it will definitely become his trump card in the future.

In this situation, to give up the legendary Fairy Mushroom House for a little silver would undoubtedly be a waste of resources.

You should know that if he could be renovated into a Fairy Mushroom House, even the lowest grade 6 Fairy Mushroom House, it would be enough for him to stand out from the crowd.

It is said that the Fairy Mushroom House is something that even the immortals in heaven may not have.

Of course, these are still too far off.

If Wu Liang's lifespan is nearing its end, and he is pushed to the limit, he might very well dismantle the Demon Suppression Tower and replace it entirely with life-extending methods.

But we haven't reached the point of desperation yet, so there's no need to consider sacrificing the Demon-Suppressing Tower.

Wu Liang gathered his thoughts and turned his attention to the fourth floor.

The greatest value of the fourth layer is undoubtedly the man-made wonder, the River of Oblivion.

Although it is described as a man-made wonder, it is actually more like a deadly move by the Venerable Wuxiang.

After all, every wonder produces resources and attracts mushrooms.

This River of Forgotten Home has no resources and cannot attract mushrooms.

Some of them only have the function of stripping away memories. But if we're talking about resources, the memory fragments stripped away by the River of Oblivion can indeed be considered a resource.

Even now, the waters of the River of Oblivion are still filled with a great deal of light.

Some of these are fragments of memory, while others are the true teachings of the formless.

If Wu Liang manages to retrieve these items, it will undoubtedly be a huge fortune.

"good very good."

"This inheritance of formlessness wasn't a complete waste after all..."

Upon seeing this, Wu Liang immediately showed a look of relief.

At that moment, he seemed to notice something, and his pupils contracted slightly.

Inside the Demon-Suppressing Tower, on the banks of the River of Oblivion.

A tiny, exquisite creature, neither quite a rabbit nor quite a human, was crying and sobbing by the river, as if it were mourning a death.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Master, you died such a terrible death!"

"It's all my fault for being too weak; I was knocked unconscious by that formless will."

"It left the master to face that guy alone, without even leaving a corpse behind..."

"Waaah, Master, you're a good person. I hope you can be reborn into a better family in your next life."

"It would be best if you were to join our Yan family and become one of my descendants."

"That way, my ancestor won't have any more unworthy descendants, sob sob..."

Upon seeing this, Wu Liang couldn't help but show a hint of joy on his face.

"Yan Zhaodi?"

"Well, I didn't expect this little guy to be so lucky and survive!"

Now, apart from Yan Zhaodi, all the breathing creatures inside the Demon Suppression Tower are completely dead.

This guy's life is truly extraordinary.

For Wu Liang, Yan Zhaodi was, to some extent, as valuable as the Demon Suppression Tower.

After all, this guy is a genius in the Dao of Refining.

With Yan Zhaodi's help, Wu Liang's shortcomings in cultivation were resolved.

In the future, if you want to cultivate any kind of mushrooms, you won't even need to do it yourself; you can just hand it over to Yan Zhaodi.

Moreover, as part of the Demon Suppression Tower, Yan Zhaodi could never leave it for the rest of her life.

Since he had refined the Demon Suppression Tower, Yan Zhaodi was essentially his possession, and he didn't need to worry about betrayal.

Where in the world can one find such a loyal and talented assistant?
Wu Liang was overjoyed, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

However, when he saw that Yan Zhaodi had erected a tombstone for him, his face immediately darkened.

“Speak, invite, look…”

Wu Liang's voice, just like the original Wu Xiang's will, echoed within the Demon Suppression Tower.

Yan Zhaodi was startled, thinking that her master's spirit was haunting her after his death.

"Ah! Master, my master, it wasn't me who harmed you, please don't eat me..."

Yan Zhaodi was terrified, her face paling. She had been terrified of ghosts since she was a child.

She quickly buried her head in the soil, sticking her butt out like an ostrich, trembling.

"I'm not dead yet, why would I eat you?"

Wu Liang spoke up in an annoyed tone, and then recounted the whole story.

After hearing this, Yan Zhaodi finally pulled her head out.

Her eyes lit up, and she started chattering away.

"Ah, so you're saying that the Demon Suppression Tower is now under the master's control?"

"Hehe, I knew my master was capable; he couldn't have died like that."

"Great! Now that the master has taken control of the Demon Suppression Tower, doesn't that mean I've become the second master of the Demon Suppression Tower and no longer have to fear that formless will?"

Yan Zhaodi was overjoyed and couldn't help but jump and skip, full of energy like a little child.

"That formless will—no, it should be called the Blood River Ancestor—has already died at my hands."

"From now on, Yan Zhaodi, you are the spirit of this Demon Suppression Tower."

"I need you to help me cultivate mushrooms in the future."

"In exchange, I will do my best to help you find a way to escape the Demon Suppression Tower."

"I wonder if you would be willing?"

Wu Liang pondered for a moment, then spoke up.

He is now refining the Demon Suppression Tower, which is equivalent to refining Yan Zhaodi, who is part of the Demon Suppression Tower.

In this situation, he could even force Yan Zhaodi to refine mushrooms for him, and if she refused, she would be reduced to ashes.

However, he did not want to use such methods to forcibly control Yan Zhaodi.

As the saying goes, a forced melon is not sweet.

Throughout history, winning people's hearts has never relied on coercion.

"Hehe, Master, are you stupid?"

"Didn't I already become your slave beast?"

Yan Zhaodi chuckled, still with the same carefree attitude as before.

She raised her head and spoke up as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"As the master's slave beast, isn't it only natural for Zhao Di to obey the master's orders and refine mushrooms for the master?"

"Besides, since my master is kind enough to want to rescue me, I should repay him even more. There's no question of whether I'm willing or not."

At this point, Yan Zhaodi changed the subject.

"but……"

"If Zhao Di could get some reward from Master every time she makes mushrooms, like some candy, that would be even better!"

(End of this chapter)