Mushroom Man

Chapter 150 The Slave Trader, Worried About Money

That's right!

Wu Liang plans to become a slave trader.

Previously, Scarface and Skinny Monkey, those two blind ants, didn't get him any mushrooms, but at least they left him with a cartload of slaves.

Selling these mortal slaves should alleviate his urgent need for silver.

Although doing this is no different from being a villainous scoundrel or even the former abbot, so what?
He may have once considered himself a righteous person, suffering injustice and seeking revenge for his sister, wanting to get some so-called justice from those evildoers.

Even when questioned by Master Wen, he did not consider himself a demon, but instead believed that everything he did was righteous.

But after the battle at the River of Oblivion, he finally understood himself and realized his true nature.

The nun was right...

He was never a good person.

He wanted to destroy the Temple of Fertility because they had harmed his own family.

He destroyed three families and murdered their patriarchs simply because these guys annoyed him.

Since I can't be a righteous person, I'll just do as the nun wishes and become a capricious and willful demon.

There are far too many evil people in this world.

He can't change everyone, so he'll change himself; if he can't beat someone, he'll join them.

He wants to be the biggest demon in the world!

They are more wicked than the wicked, using evil to control evil, and violence to control violence.

Only in this way can he survive and thrive in this wicked world.

Having rediscovered his obsession, his goal was to survive and find his way home.

To achieve this goal, he doesn't mind becoming a demon in the eyes of the world who will stop at nothing to reach his aim.

"You can only blame yourselves for being too weak, unable to even control your own destiny..."

Wu Liang looked at the unconscious slaves with an indifferent expression and muttered to himself.

He said this not only to these ordinary slaves, but also to himself.

After all, in front of those immortals, he was just a weak and unlucky guy.

But now, he is on a path to taking control of his own destiny.

"The bridge keeper mentioned Scarface and Skinny Monkey, who used to be involved in the slave trade with Old Yellow Teeth."

"In other words, if I want to deal with these slaves, I first need to go find that old man with yellow teeth..."

Upon considering this, Wu Liang set off immediately without further hesitation.

He drove his carriage, asking around along the way, and soon found the slave trader, Old Yellow Teeth, in Bajiaoshan Market.

Old Huangya seems to be from Bajiaoshan, a relatively well-known slave trader.

He even owns a shop in Bajiaoshan Market, a place where land is incredibly valuable, called Huanrenfang.

As the name suggests, it houses all sorts of human slaves. Unlike other places that sell slave animals, this place specializes in selling human slaves.

Wu Liang, disguised as a thin monkey, was immediately drawn to the slaves as soon as he entered the slave quarters.

These slaves included men and women, young and old, not only ordinary people but also mushroom masters. They all had numb expressions and were all clearly priced.

To be able to open such a slave shop, Old Yellow Teeth must either be exceptionally strong or have powerful backers; he is clearly no ordinary person.

"If I had some extra money, perhaps I could buy some mushroom master slaves..."

Wu Liang looked at the dazzling array of slaves, lost in thought.

Compared to finding like-minded people or subordinates, slaves were clearly a better fit for him.

After all, the former might betray him, while the latter, as long as the methods are up to par, can be completely obedient to him.

"Oh dear, Scarface and Skinny are here. Why didn't they say hello?"

Just then, a disheveled old man noticed them and came running over.

Clearly, this little old man is Old Huangya, the manager of this human-keeping workshop.

As the saying goes, there are no wrong nicknames, only wrong names.

Old Yellow Teeth, true to his name, always grinned with a wide mouth, showing off his mouthful of yellowed teeth.

His breath stinks as soon as he speaks.

Wu Liang suppressed his nausea and vomiting, and narrowed his eyes almost imperceptibly.

Just as he had predicted...

This old man with yellow teeth is indeed extraordinary; his cultivation level is at least at the advanced stage of the third level.

However, it's quite strange that this third-level mushroom master is being so kind and gentle to him and the two fake first-level mushroom masters.

If it's because of the slaves they have, that's even stranger.

After all, the cartload of slaves that Scarface and Skinny Monkey brought were all ordinary people who were worthless.

At most, there were a few pretty young girls among them, but no one else.

These alone should not be enough to make this third-stage mushroom master attach such importance to it.

Could it be...

Is it because of that third young master?

Wu Liang's thoughts flashed by, and then he said in a hoarse voice, "Isn't it because I'm in a hurry to sell the goods and go back to treat my throat?"

"We two brothers had a really bad day. We ran into a level 2 mushroom master who had passed out on the road. We were thinking of mooching him off, but he actually woke up..."

Wu Liang resorted to his old tricks, casually making up a few lies to explain his voice problem.

Old Huangya didn't suspect anything when he heard this.

After all, with his abilities, he couldn't see through the ever-changing nature of human faces.

"Oh my god! Is that so?"

"Why didn't you two mention the Third Young Master's name?"

"In this Bajiao Mountain region, who doesn't give some face to the White Horn Tribe behind the Third Young Master?"

Old Huang stroked his beard, his face showing concern.

However, it was unclear how much of this concern was genuine. Wu Liang, on the other hand, keenly discerned the underlying message in his words.

This old man with yellow teeth just said that it was someone who didn't give the White Horn Tribe behind the Third Young Master any face, not that they gave the Third Young Master any face.

The two may seem similar, but in reality they are worlds apart.

It seems that this third young master is indeed not ranked in Bajiao Mountain.

"Harmful!"

"It was only by invoking the Third Young Master's name that my brother and I were able to escape with our lives."

"Alright, let's deal with those goods outside first."

Wu Liang casually changed the subject, unwilling to chat with him any longer.

After all, the more you say, the more mistakes you make.

"Hahaha……"

"Brother Scarface, are you in a hurry to go back and report to the Third Young Master?"

"That's true. The Third Young Master has been so anxious about the Eight-Cornered Holy Battle lately that he must be short of money."

"I bet you guys have been urging him a lot to collect silver water, haven't you?"

Old Huangya winked and laughed, looking quite lewd.

Octagonal Saint Seiya?

I wonder how it differs from a regular octagonal dou?
Wu Liang suppressed his thoughts, chuckled twice, and didn't continue the conversation.

Fortunately, after saying that, Old Huangya got busy with important matters, directing the slaves in the workshop to unload goods from the carriages.

Before long, all twenty-odd slaves on the carriage had been counted.

Old Yellow Tooth has a three-turn talent mushroom that can emit light, used to judge aptitude.

The higher the quality, the brighter the light.

Unfortunately, there are only a few people in the world who are qualified to become mushroom masters.

In this world, the concept of bloodline inheritance is highly valued.

Mushroom masters and their children are more likely to possess the aptitude to open up their dantian (energy center).

As for ordinary people and their children, if they want to have a child with the aptitude of a mushroom master, they can only leave it to fate and rely on luck.

In this situation, most of the ordinary slaves captured from various places were unqualified.

After all, qualified mortals would have already found a way to open up their dantian long ago.

After a series of tests, Lao Huangya found that out of more than 20 people, only five were qualified.

He gave prices based on appearance, quality, and qualifications.

In the end, Wu Liang was given a total of 150 drops of silver water!

On average, a mortal slave was worth about five drops of silver.

The extra fifty drops were due to those five qualified mortals.

This is actually a very high price!

After all, these are just ordinary people, not even mushroom masters, and the mushroom world is full of ordinary people.

If Wu Liang were to harden his heart and capture tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of ordinary people, wouldn't he have an inexhaustible supply of silver?

Of course, this is something you can only think about in your head.

After all, let's set aside the question of whether there are enough people or whether they can even feed so many slaves.

Given Wu Liang's strength, if he were to actually do that, he probably wouldn't even know how he died.

"One hundred and fifty drops..."

Wu Liang examined the gourd filled with molten silver for a while, but was not very satisfied with it.

These 150 drops of silver liquid, including his own, amount to only 250 drops.

This amount of silver liquid is indeed enough for him when he turns around.

But he is currently at the second level, and with a little more cultivation, he will soon reach the third level.

Even if he broke off a piece of silver, this little bit of silver wouldn't be enough to buy a few second-stage mushrooms.

Moreover, now that he has left the Temple of Fertility and no longer has a sufficient supply of silver water, the cost of feeding his mushrooms is also a considerable sum.

The energy consumed by feeding the first-generation mushrooms is negligible.

As for feeding the second-generation mushrooms, that's a bit troublesome, as each mushroom requires one drop of silver water per month.

The abbot had previously damaged some of Wu Liang's mushrooms, so only ten second-stage mushrooms remained.

Appearance Mushroom, All-Around Mushroom, Scapegoat Mushroom, Substitute Mushroom, Blood-Sensitive Mushroom, Blood-Rage Mushroom, Vampire Mushroom, Heartfelt Mushroom, Anger-Saving Mushroom, Angry Mushroom.

This requires Wu Liang to set aside ten drops of silver water each month for feeding.

However, this doesn't even include the three-stage mushrooms!

Wu Liang has four 3-turn mushrooms on his body: False Mushroom, Thousand-Shaped Mushroom, Sympathetic Mushroom, and Lie Mushroom.

Feeding three-turn mushrooms requires ten drops of silver water per mushroom per month, which is equivalent to using up four one-turn mushrooms every month.

In total, Wu Liang needs to consume fifty drops of silver water each month to feed the mushrooms.

Fortunately, the Deception Mushroom doesn't need to be fed with silver water; it can be fed by telling people some lies.

Otherwise, Wu Liang, having left the Temple of Fertility, really wouldn't be able to afford to feed the four-turn mushrooms.

Wu Liang carefully put away the silver liquid and quickly bid farewell to Old Yellow Teeth.

He drove his horse-drawn carriage around the market, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper.

"We are short of money, extremely short of money."

"In this world, you can't get anywhere without money, not even a mushroom grower."

"No wonder it's hard for rogue cultivators to survive; it's because they lack resources and silver water."

"If a mushroom master can't even afford to feed the mushrooms on his body, what kind of mushroom master is he?"

"It seems I need to find a way to raise some funds before I run away..."

(End of this chapter)