Mushroom Man

Chapter 152 Using a Stratagem to Meet the Young Master

What happened...

Hearing the burly man cursing, Wu Liang immediately sensed something was wrong.

as predicted!

The next moment, all the servants of the wealthy merchant caravan, including the maid from before, instinctively looked in his direction.

"Sir, isn't this carriage yours?"

The maid was somewhat surprised, seemingly not expecting you to be so bold.

They brought things from the White Horn Tribe and came to trade with them.

At the same time, the crowd's reactions also caught the attention of the burly man.

Upon seeing the scar that Wu Liang had transformed into, he immediately stormed over.

Judging from this situation, things are unlikely to end well this time.

Wu Liang glanced around almost imperceptibly.

As more and more people were drawn by the noise, more and more people came from all around.

In this situation, escape is definitely not an option.

But who exactly is Wu Liang?
How could such a small trouble possibly defeat us?
Wu Liang had an idea as soon as the thought crossed his mind.

As the burly man approached, before he could even speak, the man preemptively spoke first.

"What the hell are you yelling about?"

"Don't you know that it was the Third Young Master who sent me here to sell the six-legged yak-hide horse?"

Upon hearing this, the burly man, who was seething with anger, was taken aback.

However, the burly man quickly realized what was happening, scratched his head, and asked with some suspicion, "Did the Third Young Master tell you to sell it?"

"How come I didn't know about this..."

"Moreover, that horse was specially obtained by the Third Young Master from the chief so that you could transport slaves."

"If the Third Young Master sells this thing, what will you use to transport slaves in the future?"

Wu Liang, feeling justified, snorted coldly.

"You don't know, that's your problem."

"The Third Young Master urgently needs money for the Eight-Cornered Holy Battle. What's wrong with selling a horse?"

"As for what we, Skinny Monkey, will use to transport slaves in the future, that's the Third Young Master's business. What does it have to do with you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the onlookers around him suddenly realized what was going on.

No wonder they're willing to sell even a six-legged yak hide horse.

It turns out that the third young master of the White Horn Tribe is currently worried about the Eight-Horned Holy Battle.

"You, Scarface, how dare you say such things out loud."

"Exposing the Third Young Master's shortcomings in public, are you out of your mind?"

The burly man's expression changed slightly, and he quickly lowered his voice.

Wu Liang remained noncommittal, then said, "Isn't it all because of you that you came here so angrily to question me?"

"Anyone who didn't know better would think I was secretly selling the Third Young Master's things!"

"If this matter is brought to the Third Young Master's attention, I'll be in the right. Let's see who the Third Young Master will punish."

Upon hearing this, the burly man clearly realized the seriousness of the situation, and his expression changed slightly.

Upon seeing this, Wu Liang secretly sneered.

Compared to the cunning and shrewd Abbot Shanren, these guys are incredibly easy to fool.

He waved his hand, not wanting to make a big fuss.

"Alright, alright, I wouldn't dare to bother the Third Young Master over such a trivial matter."

"Speak, what brings you here to see me?"

The burly man's face was grim, and he said somewhat angrily, "Scarface, are you stupid? What else could it be?"

"The Third Young Master knows you've entered the mountains and wants you to hurry back and hand over the silver water; he urgently needs it..."

Handing over silver?

It seems the intention is to make him hand over the money from selling those slaves.

Wu Liang frowned as he thought of this.

He has squandered all the silver now, so where will he get the silver to hand over?

"Okay, I get it."

"Skinny Monkey and I will go see the Third Young Master in a little while."

Wu Liang remained calm and spoke.

He had already made his plans: first, he would send the simple-minded strong man away, then change his appearance and abandon the identity of Scarface.

Want him to vomit up the silver liquid he swallowed? No way!
Unfortunately, the strong man did not give him that chance.

"No, you have to come back with me now."

"The Third Young Master is getting angry waiting for you and has ordered me to bring you back immediately."

“Scarface, Skinny, you'd better come with me…”

The strong man was quite stubborn; no matter what they said, he insisted on taking them back to the White Horn tribe.

Seeing this, Wu Liang was quite troubled.

Running away is definitely out of the question now.

If he were to run away in public, it would definitely cause a commotion.

If that happens, it would be terrible if it caused trouble or attracted unnecessary attention.

Wu Liang had not forgotten that Bajiao Mountain was now under the watchful eyes of those immortals in the heavens.

Since that's the case, it seems we have no choice but to play along...

Wu Liang's eyes flickered slightly, and an idea came to him as he thought of this.

"Fine, fine, fine, I'll go with you and Skinny Monkey, okay?"

"But wait a minute, damn it, I forgot to buy a mushroom..."

The burly man waved his hand, saying he could wait a little longer.

Wu Liang snorted coldly, then walked to the side, called over the maid, and bought a second-stage mimicry mushroom from her.

As the name suggests, this mushroom's effect is to enable one to mimic the voice of others.

This mushroom was created to compensate for his weakness: he could change his appearance but not his voice.

Next, they would face the Third Young Master, who would certainly have some understanding of Scarface and Skinny Monkey.

Using the excuse of encountering a mushroom master and having a sore throat is somewhat inappropriate. The sound-mimicking mushroom isn't expensive; it only requires forty drops of silver solution.

Wu Liang sold six yak-hide horses, but because he bought jade mushrooms, he was still short of money, with only 150 drops of silver water left.

But it's more than enough to buy a single sound-mimicking mushroom, and you might even have 110 drops of silver water left over.

"Okay, let's go."

Wu Liang carefully put away the mushrooms, then walked back to the burly man and greeted him.

The burly man was a second-stage mushroom grower, and I didn't ask him what kind of mushrooms he had bought.

After all, in his opinion, Scarface, a mere first-level mushroom master, certainly couldn't afford anything good.

Because Wu Liang sold the carriage.

Therefore, the strong man had no choice but to take Wu Liang and the "skinny monkey" on foot to the White Horn Tribe.

The White Horn Tribe is located halfway up Bajiao Mountain.

The mushroom growers who come and go in this place are all robust and wear white horns on their heads.

Bonfires are everywhere in the tribe, and many mushroom growers eat meat and drink alcohol with gusto around the fires, behaving as wildly as can be.

Not long after...

The burly man led Wu Liang to a tiger-skin tent.

"Third Young Master, I've brought the person over."

The previously carefree, burly man now spoke respectfully into the tent.

As soon as he finished speaking, impatient sounds came from inside the tent.

"Quickly, let them in."

"This young master has taken a fancy to a slave, and is currently short of silver."

"If you're delayed, I'll skin you alive!"

Upon hearing this, the burly man dared not be negligent.

He quickly lifted the tent flap, gesturing for Wu Liang and 'Skinny Monkey' to go inside, while he stood guard outside.

Now that he's already here, Wu Liang naturally has no reason to back down.

Without hesitation, he slipped into the tiger-skin tent, still bearing the guise of a 'skinny monkey'.

Inside the tiger-skin tent, various animal hides were laid out, giving it a primitive aesthetic.

Wu Liang raised his eyes slightly and saw two people standing inside the tent.

The most eye-catching of them all was the young nobleman sitting on the large animal-skin bed.

This person appears to be about the same age as Wu Liang, and his cultivation level is also at the second stage.

He was handsome and wore a fox fur cloak.

Compared to the burly men of the White Horn tribe, this man lacked masculinity and instead possessed a gloomy air.

At first glance, you can tell this person is not a good person.

At the same time, this young nobleman also wore a white horn on his head.

However, unlike the burly man from before, the white horns on his head were thicker and stronger, pointing skyward.

Wu Liang was new to the area, and on his journey, he had never seen anyone on Bajiao Mountain with horns on their head that could compare to this.

Clearly, this is the third young master of the White Horn Tribe.

Beside him stood a burly man, as imposing as an iron tower.

The burly man had no horns on his head, wore an iron mask, and exuded a third-level aura.

Although his cultivation level was far inferior to that of a martial arts practitioner, their physical size was almost the same.

If Wu Liang's guess is correct, this should also be a Mushroom Master of Strength.

"Scarface, why are you and Skinny Monkey only getting back now?"

The third young master frowned at Wu Liang and spoke up somewhat displeased.

Wu Liang quickly lowered his head and respectfully said, "Young Master, we encountered a clueless mushroom master on the way..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Third Young Master impatiently waved his hand to interrupt him.

"Alright, I won't ask any more questions. As long as you're back, that's all that matters."

"Iron Slave, go and collect the silver stains from their bodies."

The Iron Slave mentioned by the Third Young Master, who was the burly man with the iron tower, silently approached Wu Liang upon hearing this.

Wu Liang originally thought that the Third Young Master would ask a few more questions.

I didn't expect this guy to be so impatient.

Before he could even open his mouth to deceive her, she was about to take away the silver.

It seems this third young master is really short of silver...

Seeing this, Wu Liang had no choice but to take out the silver gourd and hand it to the iron slave.

After obtaining the silver, Tie Nu handed it over to the Third Young Master.

The third young master took the gourd, weighed it in his hand, and his expression changed slightly.

"Why so little?"

"Only 110 drops?"

"You two good-for-nothings, did you embezzle my silver essence?"

The third young master looked at Wu Liang with a gloomy expression and an unfriendly tone.

Upon hearing this, Wu Liang feigned grievance and quickly said, "Young Master, even if you gave us ten lives, we wouldn't dare!"

"The price of those slaves was set by Old Huangya. When it came to our hands, all we got was this silver."

Upon hearing this, the Third Young Master's gaze softened slightly.

"Hmph, I knew you wouldn't dare."

"Looks like that old yellow-toothed guy's got too big for his britches..."

"That guy must have thought that I would definitely lose this time in the Eight Trigrams Holy Battle, so he came to kick me when I'm down and try to fool me with this little bit of money."

Clearly, the Third Young Master seems to have misunderstood something.

Upon seeing this, Wu Liang narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression seemingly relaxed.

But at this moment...

The third young master noticed that he had relaxed, and suddenly changed his tone, speaking sharply.

"Iron Slave, if you don't act now, when will you?"

"Capture these two arrogant thieves for me!"

(End of this chapter)