Mushroom Man

Chapter 155 Retrieving Memories, Octagonal Saint Fight

The third young master panicked and shouted loudly.

However, as fragments of memory were peeled away, turning into halos of light, his voice gradually weakened.

The memory of someone over sixteen years old was so thick that it only lasted for less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea in the River of Oblivion.

The third young master lost his memory and stopped struggling.

He looked blank, like a blank sheet of paper, devoid of all color.

His originally gloomy face even reverted to the innocent look of an infant.

Seeing that the Third Young Master was about to drown in the River of Oblivion because he had lost his memory and forgot how to struggle, they realized that he was about to die.

Wu Liang made his move.

Without any hesitation, he pulled him straight out of the River of Oblivion.

Ever since he realized his true nature and understood his inner obsessions, the River of Forgetfulness has had no effect on him anymore.

"Zhao Di, from now on, this guy is under your control."

"He has lost all his memory and is like an infant; he needs your careful guidance."

"If he's useful, you can have him assist you; if he's not very useful, then keep him as blood-path mushroom material for the future."

Wu Liang grabbed the Third Young Master by the neck and threw him to Yan Zhaodi.

Yan Zhaodi had no objection to this; in fact, she was overjoyed.

She had been trapped in the tower for countless years, suffering from loneliness and extreme boredom, and was worried about having nothing to do.

Now that the Third Young Master is here, he'll have someone to keep him company.

"Hehe, thank you, Master."

"Zhao Di will definitely discipline this little slave properly for you!"

Yan Zhaodi tilted her head, looked at the bewildered Third Young Master, and chuckled.

Wu Liang glanced at them, then looked away.

He then focused intently on retrieving the fragments of the Third Young Master's memories.

Wu Liang reached out and a ball of light merged into his body.

He was lucky; by sheer coincidence, he suddenly stumbled upon memories related to Madam Red...

Lady Hong was a stunningly beautiful woman who was once the daughter of a wealthy merchant family.

Later, the caravan suffered misfortune and fell apart.

This young lady from the Qian family ended up in Bajiao Mountain, where she met the Third Young Master.

That Lady Hong was quite shrewd; she bewitched the Third Young Master and married him.

However, the Third Young Master is the White Horn leader's youngest and most disappointing son. He has neither status nor strength in the White Horn tribe.

Not content with this, Madam Hong secretly began an affair with the Third Young Master's father.

That's right!

That's the leader of the White Horn Tribe!
One night...

By chance, the Third Young Master witnessed Madam Hong enter the leader's tent.

He still can't forget those decadent and offensive sounds.

"Mmm, ah, uh"

"Great job! You're much healthier than Sanlang!"

The third young master hid outside the tent, veins bulging on his forehead, his fists clenched tightly.

"Haha, that's for sure."

"Ah Hong, what should you call me now?"

The leader of the White Horns burst into laughter, making no attempt to hide it.

Lady Red was panting, feeling both ashamed and annoyed.

"I'm so embarrassed! Of course, it's my husband!"

Upon hearing this, the Third Young Master's mind went completely blank.

He was furious and stormed inside, wanting to confront his father.

As a result, the White Horn leader, who was also his own father, not only showed no shame, but also slapped him.

He berated him for being an unfilial son, daring to trespass into his tent.

If it weren't for Madam Hong's pity on him that day, and her pleading with his father on his behalf, his legs would probably have been broken by his father.

From then on, Madam Hong and her father no longer tried to hide their relationship; instead, they became increasingly open and blatant in their actions.

The third young master became Lady Hong's husband during the day, while his father became Lady Hong's husband at night.

The third young master dared not speak out against his anger, unable to disobey his father, and could only keep his grievances to himself until now...

The fragmented memories abruptly ended there.

"Madam Red..."

Wu Liang frowned, seemingly affected by fragments of memory.

At this moment, his mind was filled with the filthy image of Lady Red and the White Horn Leader entangled in bed.

Under these circumstances, Wu Liang felt a surge of murderous intent towards Madam Hong.

However, Wu Liang quickly broke free from the influence and severed the unprovoked killing intent.

"Madam Hong, as a woman, is quite a capable person."

"As for these three young masters..."

Wu Liang glanced at the Third Young Master, who was being treated like a dog by Yan Zhaodi, and a trace of pity flashed across his face.

This guy is a pitiful fellow.

However, there is always a reason why someone is pitiful.

If he were in that position, he would be the third young master.

He would never be like the Third Young Master, swallowing his anger like a turtle.

Given Wu Liang's temperament, he can guarantee that within a year, the entire White Horn tribe will be wiped out.

What a beastly father, what a slut and whore, they all must die!

Wu Liang shook his head.

He stopped thinking about random things and focused his attention back on retrieving fragments of his memory.

About an incense stick later...

Wu Liang had retrieved the contents more than ten times, and his head was already feeling a bit dizzy. A large number of fragmented memories, useful and useless, were all mixed together.

He picked and chose, and only got three useful pieces of information.

First, the Eight-Cornered Saint!
The so-called Eight-Cornered Holy War was actually a competition created by the White Horn Tribe and the Black Horn Tribe in order to merge them.

That's right, it's a merger.

Currently, there are more and more independent cultivators in Bajiao Mountain, and with the birth of the Wuxiang successor, the number of independent cultivators and mushroom masters from various places is increasing rapidly.

The two leaders are now old and nearing the end of their lives, making it difficult for them to keep Bajiao Mountain under control.

This can be seen from the chaotic state of Bajiaoshan.

Based on this, the White Horn Chief and the Black Horn Tribe made a decision.

They planned to merge the two tribes, rename them the Sacred Horn Tribe, abandon the Eight Horn Mountain, and travel far away to the Mayan city.

Maya City is one of the few large cities in the Western Regions, a place of outstanding people and abundant resources, home to several golden tribes.

However, two tigers cannot share one mountain, and a tribe cannot accommodate two leaders.

If the White Horn Tribe and the Black Horn Tribe were to merge, they would have to appoint a chief and a second chief.

In this context, the Eight-Cornered Saint Seiya came into being.

However, since the two leaders were nearing the end of their lives and were unable to engage in a direct contest, their descendants had to step in and perform the act on their behalf.

Whoever's descendant wins the Eight-Cornered Holy War will become the Great Leader.

The descendant who wins the Holy Strike will be able to succeed them as the leader of the Holy Horn tribe.

Secondly, the ground-dwelling centipede!
This is important information that Wu Liang gleaned from the Third Young Master's memories.

The so-called "swimming centipede" is actually a four-turn mushroom beast.

However, despite being only a fourth-tier monster, its effects are far beyond those of ordinary mushroom beasts.

This mushroom beast is uniquely endowed with the innate ability to move freely through the earth's veins.

With the help of the wandering centipede, the White Horn and Black Horn tribes could migrate to Mayan city safely, avoiding all sorts of accidents.

This may seem ordinary, but it is actually very useful.

It should be noted that the Yan family almost faced extermination when they migrated to the Western Regions.

This shows just how dangerous it was to travel in the Western Regions.

The roaming centipede not only avoids unnecessary dangers but also conceals its presence and moves quickly, making its importance self-evident.

This mushroom beast is now in the hands of the Blackhorn tribe.

However, because the centipede had suffered an injury in its early years and was nearing the end of its life, it would not be released easily.

Only during a mass migration would they forcibly awaken the wandering centipede, using that breath to escape to the Mayan city...

Thirdly, the Third Young Master wants to become the leader!
After learning about this, Wu Liang couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

To participate in the Eight-Cornered Holy War, one needs at least a third-stage cultivation level.

The Third Young Master is only a second-level cultivator; getting involved would only make him look foolish and get him beaten up.

Therefore, the Third Young Master was eager to prepare silver water and wanted to buy relic mushrooms from the wealthy merchant caravan to improve his cultivation.

However, a mere second-stage Relic Mushroom is not enough to bankrupt him and drive him to resort to any means to amass wealth.

The Third Young Master's true target was actually a slave in the hands of a black market merchant.

The slave's cultivation level was unknown, but he was exceptionally terrifying, possessing a powerful physique that even the Iron Slave was no match for.

If we can get our hands on it, the Eight-Cornered Saint Fighter will be a sure thing.

The price is equally high, requiring a full 10,000 drops of silver water, equivalent to the price of a level 4 mushroom.

At the same time, the eldest son of the White Horn tribe, the elder brother of the Third Young Master, also set his sights on this slave.

The third young master was unwilling to hand over this powerful weapon to his older brother.

So he went around raising silver, and selling slaves was just one of his methods.

The third young master spared no expense in preparing the silver water, managing to gather a full six thousand drops.

He gave the silver to the black market merchant as a deposit, which barely saved the slave's ownership.

The reason for inviting Madam Hong to admire the moon tonight was to get his wife to whisper in his ear and ask his father to lend him four thousand taels of silver to buy the slaves directly...

"call!"

Wu Liang sorted out the memories in his mind and couldn't help but let out a long breath.

Although his head was spinning, his eyes were exceptionally bright.

"I never expected that the Third Young Master's memories would be so rewarding."

Wu Liang narrowed his eyes.

He wasn't just referring to those secrets.

What truly benefited him greatly was the Third Young Master's understanding of the ways of the slave.

Wu Liang absorbed his memories and understanding of the Third Young Master's slave ways, and naturally, a portion of these became part of his understanding.

Thus, the level of his servile path also rose from nothing to the level of an apprentice.

"The Eight-Horned Saint, the Earth-Wandering Centipede, Black Market Slaves..."

Wu Liang stroked his chin, seemingly lost in thought.

He actually had no interest in the so-called Eight-Cornered Holy War.

Instead, they paid particular attention to the black market slaves and the roaming centipedes.

First, there were the black market slaves.

Wu Liang was simply curious about what kind of slave it was that made the Third Young Master so willing to spend so much money.

Six thousand taels of silver as a deposit—this was something he never even dared to dream of.

As for the ground-dwelling centipede, there's no need to elaborate.

For Wu Liang, this was undoubtedly an unorthodox route to the North Sea.

If he could obtain that centipede, he could probably avoid the notice of all the mushroom masters in the world.

They escaped by passing through the earth's veins, crossing the Four Symbols Boundary Wall, reaching the North Sea, and then vanished.

With no better way to leave the Western Regions, the wandering centipede was his only option!

A glint of light flashed in Wu Liang's eyes as he thought of this.

“The centipede that roams the ground should be put to my use.”

"Looks like I need to figure out a way to get this thing into my hands, Wu Liang's..."

(End of this chapter)