Mushroom Man

Chapter 156 Memories of the Blood River: A Long-Term Plan
"This matter still needs long-term consideration."

"The situation at Bajiao Mountain is still unclear. If I cause any big commotion, my identity might be exposed."

"The most urgent task is to improve our strength and properly cultivate our dantian."

Wu Liang stroked his chin, seemingly lost in thought.

Ever since he infiltrated the Temple of Fertility and plotted to kill the abbot, he has been unable to find the time to focus on cultivating his dantian and improving his cultivation.

Now, in order to escape in the future, we must improve our strength as soon as possible, no matter what.

Now that he has taken the place of the Third Young Master, he can use this young man's identity to help himself improve his cultivation.

Whether it's improving cultivation or purchasing mushrooms to enhance strength, a large amount of silver water is required.

The young master used almost all of his silver as a deposit to pay off the slave.

This was undoubtedly bad news for him.

"The Third Young Master wanted to buy that slave because he was not strong enough and wanted to get involved in the Eight-Cornered Holy Battle."

"As for me, the Eight-Cornered Saint is completely irrelevant. There's no need to waste silver here. Improving my own strength is the most important thing."

"Perhaps I should find an opportunity to see if I can get the deposit paid by the Third Young Master back. Six thousand drops of silver water, that's no small sum..."

"Hmm... I also made an appointment with that bitch Madam Hong tonight. I'll have to skin her alive."

Wu Liang's mind raced, and he had already made up his mind.

He shook his head, absorbing fragments of other people's memories one after another, which posed a significant hidden danger.

Wu Liang was obsessed with his own beliefs and realized his true nature.

While he might not forget who he is, if he absorbs more and more memories of others, he will inevitably be affected and turn into a madman.

For example, right now, Wu Liang has developed a slight murderous intent towards the Red Madam, whom he has never met, because of the Third Young Master's memories.

"It seems I need to be more careful when absorbing memories in the future."

"However, given my current state, accommodating two more fragments of memory should not be a problem."

Wu Liang gazed at the shimmering Forget-Home River and licked his lips.

His attempt to retrieve the Third Young Master's memories was not merely to learn about the situation at Bajiao Mountain.

More importantly, it was to enable himself to adapt to the memories of others in order to prepare for the fragments of Blood River Ancestor's memories.

Wu Liang now has a certain understanding of the consequences of absorbing memory fragments.

It's time to taste the flavor of the Blood River Ancestor...

Upon thinking of this, Wu Liang's mind immediately stirred.

In an instant, the River of Oblivion surged violently, and fragments of the Blood River Ancestor's memories gradually surfaced.

Wu Liang reacted swiftly, using both hands to scoop out the two memory fragments.

"Let me see how much I can gain from your memories as a former Mushroom Fairy."

As soon as he finished speaking, two fragments of memory entered his mind one after the other.

……

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Hahahaha, all of you die!"

The boy, his face contorted in a ferocious grin, wielded a blood-stained sword and slashed at anyone he encountered.

More and more people, regardless of age or gender, fell at his feet.

The sea breeze carried the stench of blood, which lingered for a long time.

A large three-masted ship, flying a blood-red skull and crossbones flag, docked near the island.

The fishermen on the island all had their heads cut off; their deaths were gruesome.

Standing on the boat with his hands behind his back, Blood River Ancestor burst into laughter: "Hahaha, good disciple, you truly are worthy of being my good disciple, Blood River Ancestor."

"In just half a year, he has already reached the peak of the third stage of cultivation. It seems that catching up with his master is just around the corner."

"My disciple, watch closely. Today, I'll refine a Blood Sacrifice Mushroom for you!"

"With this mushroom by your side, given your talent, it shouldn't be long before you catch up with your master."

After speaking, the Blood River Ancestor waved his hand, and hundreds of mushroom materials appeared one by one.

The blood moon was shining brightly, and all the right conditions were met.

Under his treatment, all the fishermen on the island turned into blood, which mingled with the mushrooms.

The boy, his face contorted in a ferocious expression, stared intently at the mushroom that was about to take shape, without even blinking.

Before long, a freshly made fourth-rank Blood Sacrifice Mushroom was placed in front of him.

The boy grinned, caught the Blood Sacrifice Mushroom, and bowed respectfully.

"Thank you, Master, for the mushrooms!"

"Your disciple will certainly devote himself to cultivation and live up to your high expectations!"

……

As Wu Liang processed his memories, a crimson hue gradually crept into his eyes.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he slapped himself hard across the face.

With that slap, Wu Liang's eyes finally regained their clarity.

Only then did he rub his temples, still feeling a bit shaken.

"As expected of the memories of the Blood River Ancestor."

"Even a mere fragment of Mushroom's memory can affect me."

"But speaking of which, Blood River Ancestor actually has a disciple?"

Wu Liang frowned. In the fragments of memory he had just experienced, he had not been in the shoes of the Blood River Ancestor, but rather that of the young man.

That's why he was influenced by the boy's murderous nature.

But that's a bit strange...

Logically, he should have absorbed the memories of the Blood River Ancestor, so why is he taking on the perspective of that young man?
"Well, whatever, as long as we've gained something, that's fine."

Wu Liang's lips curled up slightly. The gain from consuming that memory fragment was even greater than digesting several of the Third Young Master's memory fragments.

Not only did he obtain the recipe for the fourth-level Blood Sacrifice Mushroom for free, but it also propelled his Blood Path sect to the apprentice level.

Of course, the main reason why it is so easy is that it is easier for apprentices to achieve this.

If we go further in the future, such as becoming a master or grandmaster, then it is not something that can be easily achieved with just these fragments of memory.

Even so, the River of Forgetfulness, which allows him to easily enter the apprentice realm of various schools, is already considered to be defying the heavens.

At least for now, Wu Liang has never heard of anything in the world that can allow one to improve their knowledge of miscellaneous subjects without studying them.

"This feeling is just so amazing..."

"It's a pity that absorbing this stuff comes at a price..."

"It would be great if we could resolve the impact of the fragmented memories."

"In this way, I can absorb all kinds of memory fragments without any scruples."

"At that time, I might even get a glimpse of the style of all the apprentices of the entire school."

Wu Liang became more and more excited as he thought about it.

He even considered capturing mushroom masters from various schools, soaking them in the River of Oblivion, and stealing their memories.

However, he quickly forced himself to calm down and suppress the agitation in his heart.

"Something's wrong."

"If I am not mistaken, I have now been unknowingly influenced by the Blood River Ancestor and the Third Young Master."

"You know, given my cautious nature, how could I possibly have come up with such a dangerous idea?"

"It seems that I can't touch the River of Forgetfulness again until I come up with a solution."

Wu Liang was resolute. After realizing that he had made a mistake, he decisively gave up the River of Oblivion and the temptation brought by those fragments of memories.

If this were an ordinary person, they would probably have already succumbed to the temptation of such rapid personal growth.

"There is still one last fragment of memory that has not been digested."

"I hope it won't have too much of an impact on me..."

Wu Liang's expression was solemn. He remained true to himself and closed his eyes to process the fragments of memory.

Perhaps it was because he adhered to his original intentions and became wary of the memories of the Blood River Ancestor.

Therefore, this time, Wu Liang did not experience the same empathy for the memory as before, nor did he have a similar situation of reenactment.

This has both advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that the impact on Wu Liang will not be as obvious as before.

The downside is that one can no longer gain the Blood River Ancestor's insights into the realm of martial arts schools.

It won’t take long…

Wu Liang processed the memories and slowly opened his eyes.

At this moment, his head felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead.

Despite this, his eyes were exceptionally bright, clearly indicating that he had also gained a great deal.

This time, Wu Liang failed to gain any insights into the school of thought, nor did he obtain any mushroom recipes.

Instead, they learned about the successor of the Formless One from the fragments of Blood River Ancestor's memories.

According to the memories of the Blood River Ancestor, the information revealed...

There are eight Formless Orders in the world, each held by one of the eight Formless Successors.

Because of the methods of the Formless Celestial Venerable, the eight Formless Ones will attract each other.

The eight successors of the Formless lineage will eventually come together due to various accidents and coincidences.

In other words, even if Wu Liang has now hidden himself in some unknown corner.

He would also meet with the other seven successors of Wuxiang through various coincidences due to the Wuxiang Order.

"Is this the Venerable One's method?"

"Looking at it this way, it's probably not a coincidence that I ended up in Bajiao Mountain and happened to find a Wuxiang successor nearby."

Wu Liang's eyes flickered slightly, feeling increasingly troubled.

An invisible pressure suddenly arose in my heart.

"No, improving our strength is of utmost urgency!"

"If this continues, with my strength, I'll definitely be in big trouble if I encounter those masters of the Formless Realm."

Wu Liang was well aware that the successors of the Wuxiang lineage were definitely not a loving family.

After all, there is only one Vault of Nothingness, but there are eight keys.

No one can guarantee that those successors of the Formless lineage won't try to collect all eight Formless Tokens and monopolize the treasure trove of the Formless Celestial Venerable's legacy.

"time to go……"

Wu Liang glanced at Yan Zhaodi, who was having a great time playing with the Third Young Master, and then his mind started to stir.

The next moment, his figure disappeared from the Demon Suppression Tower.

Inside the tiger-skin tent.

Wu Liang emerged from the Formless Order.

He immediately put it away, looked around, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was nothing unusual.

Just then, a commotion arose outside the tent.

"You blind lackey, get out of here right now!"

"I am the lady's maid, how dare you stop me?"

Wu Liang listened to the sounds coming from outside, his eyes flickered slightly, and he understood.

Without hesitation, he shook his fox fur cloak and strode out.

Outside, a common maidservant stood with her hands on her hips, loudly reprimanding the iron slave.

Iron Slave stood in front of the tent, refusing to budge an inch, his gaze icy.

Judging by that, if Wu Liang hadn't only said not to let anyone else in, he probably would have already beheaded this maid!
(End of this chapter)