Mushroom Man

Chapter 164 Not a Drop Left, Young Master Calls Him Father (5k Subscription Request)

"Please come in, Madam..."

Wu Liang opened his eyes and spoke in a deep voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, a beautiful woman lifted the curtain and swayed her slender waist as she slipped inside.

Behind her followed the maid who had been slapped so hard by the Iron Slave that she was left with her teeth knocked out.

Wu Liang didn't even glance at the maid, but instead looked the beautiful woman up and down.

Her figure was graceful and her curves were stunning.

A slender waist that could be encircled by one hand, a full and shapely bottom, and a pair of firm and long legs.

That wasn't all; Lady Red was also wearing a pair of red silk stockings, exuding a mature and alluring aura.

Her face had the typical features of a "widow".

With that figure and those looks!
The fact that it wasn't broken in the hands of these burly men from the White Horn Tribe shows just how skilled they are in bed.

"My husband, have you thought of me these past few days?"

"My husband has been keeping this room empty for so long, he must be feeling restless."

"I can make it up to my husband tonight~"

Lady Red gracefully walked to the bedside, bringing with her a rich fragrance.

Her red lips parted slightly, her voice soft and alluring, like velvet, captivating the heart.

What a remarkable Lady Red!

What a femme fatale!
No wonder she was able to charm the Black Horn Leader and the Third Young Master, causing the father and son to become enemies.

Wu Liang knew from just one glance that this woman was no ordinary person and possessed extremely profound skills.

Given the limited capacity of the Third Young Master's mind, it's not surprising that he could be manipulated at will.

"What brings you here today, Madam?"

Wu Liang remained expressionless, glancing at the slut.

He remained completely unmoved, and even influenced by the fragments of the Third Young Master's memories, he even wanted to cut off the harlot's head to use as a chamber pot.

"Yo yo yo~"

"My husband is angry with me."

"No wonder Hua'er's mouth was slapped raw when she came to bring her husband the silver water."

Madam Hong covered her mouth and chuckled, then sat down next to Wu Liang.

When the maid heard the lady mention her, she even gestured with her chin towards Wu Liang.

Today, the lady is backing her up. Even if you are the master, so what?

A fleeting look of smugness crossed her eyes as she thought of this.

"Madam, you must keep a close eye on the Third Young Master."

"Hua'er's face hasn't fully recovered yet, all because of that slave of the Third Young Master..."

The maid, Hua'er, spoke up to vent her anger.

"Ok?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Liang's expression turned cold.

This wretched maid really has forgotten the pain once the wound has healed...

However, before he could lash out, the usually gentle Madam Hong suddenly changed her expression and spoke sharply.

"Flowers, how dare you!"

"Do you have the right to interrupt when your master is speaking?"

"Paws!"

As soon as Madam Hong finished speaking, Hua'er, who had been looking smug, was suddenly stunned.

"Husband, Madam..."

Hua'er's face turned pale; she was clearly caught off guard.

Lady Red's face was frosty, and her voice was icy.

"I'll let you slap yourself!"

Clearly, Madam Red wasn't just talking; she genuinely intended to punish Hua'er.

The flower shuddered, knelt on the ground in grievance, and slapped itself in the face again and again.

Madam Hong snorted coldly and said, "You lowly servant, you're getting bolder and bolder."

Do you really think I know nothing?

"I turned a blind eye to the fact that he had climbed into the leader's bed without telling me before, and that was that."

"And yet you've gone even further, completely unaware of your own status and position."

"Relying on the favor of me and the chief, they don't even respect their master anymore."

"Tell me, should you have hit him or not?"

Upon hearing this, the flower's face turned even paler, and she silently lowered her head.

Seeing this, Madam Hong withdrew her gaze and turned it to Wu Liang.

A smile returned to her face as she raised her delicate hand and placed it on Wu Liang's shoulder, gently massaging it.

"Husband~"

"It's all my fault for not disciplining her properly, which allowed this wretched maid to anger my husband."

"My lord, are you satisfied with how I've disciplined you?"

As she spoke, Madam Hong massaged Wu Liang's shoulders and back, displaying the demeanor of a virtuous wife and loving mother.

"not enough."

Wu Liang remained expressionless and spoke calmly.

"what?"

"What did you say, my husband?"

Lady Hong seemed surprised that Wu Liang would say that, and was momentarily stunned.

I said...it's not enough.

Wu Liang's voice was cold, and his words fell as soon as he finished speaking.

The next moment, a wisp of sword energy shot out instantly!

The flower, who had been hanging her head and lightly fanning her cheeks as if to make a show, suddenly had a line of blood appear on her neck.

Just hear a "plop" sound!
Before Hua'er could even scream, her head rolled off.

A large amount of blood gushed out and splattered on Madam Red's cheeks.

The once charming and beautiful Lady Red was instantly transformed into a disheveled mess.

"Husband..."

"what do you mean?"

The smile on Madam Red's face froze, and a flash of anger appeared in her eyes.

She really wanted to teach Hua'er a lesson.

However, he only wanted to warn Hua'er not to compete with her for the leader's favor, and he did not intend to kill this personal maid for Wu Liang's sake.

However, Wu Liang killed her favorite maid right in front of her!
This wimp must have taken the wrong medicine!

Lady Red's anger surged, and she clenched her teeth.

An aura of a second-stage mushroom master instantly spread out.

Clearly, Madam Hong is also a mushroom master, and her cultivation level is in no way lower than Wu Liang's.

However, let alone a second-level mushroom master, even if she were a third-level mushroom master, Wu Liang would not be afraid.

"What do I mean?"

“This lowly slave is rude; I’ll just kill him as soon as possible.”

“I told her before that if she continues to be disrespectful, no one can protect her.”

"Unfortunately, she didn't take it seriously..."

Wu Liang shook his head, then glanced at Madam Hong.

That one glance sent a chill down Madam Red’s spine, filling her with a sense of unfamiliarity and murderous intent she had never felt before.

This undisguised killing intent was like a bucket of cold water poured over Lady Red's head.

Lady Red felt a chill run down her spine, and her anger vanished.

"No, it's alright. Let my husband kill him if he wants."

"Anyway, she's just a lowly slave. We can just buy another one from Old Yellow Teeth..."

Madam Hong swallowed hard, glancing at Wu Liang with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

Is this still her spineless husband?
How could this spineless coward change so much in just three or four days?
What exactly happened? Could it be...?

As if she had thought of something, Madam Hong tentatively began, "Husband..."

"Did you use the four thousand taels of silver I lent you to buy that slave?"

Clearly, Wu Liang's change in demeanor led Madam Hong to misunderstand something.

The slave he was referring to was clearly the black market slave that the Third Young Master had sold everything he owned to buy.

Wu Liang raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised that Madam Hong would guess in this direction.

He remained silent and did not respond.

Seeing this, Madam Hong became even more certain that Wu Liang had definitely obtained the slave.

Otherwise, how could he have the confidence to stand up to her so defiantly?

"Great!"

"I knew my husband would be able to snatch that slave from the young master."

"Now that my husband has that slave's help, he can contend for the Eight Trigrams Holy Battle, and the position of leader is just around the corner!"

"It seems my wish will finally come true, and I'll be able to become the chieftain's wife for a day..."

Lady Hong's attitude underwent a complete change.

She pressed her soft, boneless body against Wu Liang and buried her head in his hand, appearing completely subservient.

The rich fragrance and the fleshy texture stimulated Wu Liang.

Even with Wu Liang's resolute will, a hint of evil fire couldn't help but rise in his heart at this moment.

"interesting……"

Wu Liang suppressed his anger and raised an eyebrow.

He gently stroked Madam Red's head, lost in thought.

It seems that the relationship between Madam Hong and the Third Young Master is not as simple as he thought.

No wonder Madam Red chose to lend the silver water to the Third Young Master.

It turns out that the Third Young Master had already told Madam Hong about the slaves earlier.

The reason Lady Red was willing to lend Yinshui was entirely because of the slave's influence.

but……

What kind of slave could have caused Madam Red to change so drastically, from arrogance to obsequiousness?

It seems he really needs to go to the black market. "Husband, that old man really doesn't have many days left to live."

"After all this time, I've been working day and night to keep him going, and that old man's lifespan is almost over."

"It's estimated that it won't be long before the old man starts the Eight-Cornered Holy War to determine the successor."

“At that time, with that slave by his side, my husband will also be qualified to compete for the leadership.”

“As long as my husband becomes the leader, then I will be the leader’s wife.”

"At that time, the entire White Horn tribe, and even the merged Holy Horn tribe, will all belong to us..."

As Madam Hong enjoyed Wu Liang's caresses, she closed her eyes comfortably, her red lips parted slightly, and she continued to dream about the future.

"Madam, you've guessed wrong. I haven't gotten that slave yet; I'm still short a little silver."

"Since you wish to be the leader's wife, why not... lend me another four thousand taels of silver?"

Wu Liang remained indifferent and spoke softly.

Upon hearing this, Madam Hong's previously blissful expression instantly froze on her face.

She looked up at Wu Liang in disbelief and asked, "You didn't capture that slave?"

"Husband, you're not joking with me, are you?"

"Isn't the four thousand taels of silver I lent you before enough?"

"Now I have not a single drop left, and that old man can't possibly produce any more silver liquid. Where are you going to get four thousand silver liquid from me?"

Can't you get it out...?

Upon hearing this, a hint of disappointment flashed across Wu Liang's face.

However, compared to him, Lady Red was clearly more disappointed.

She was emotional, her face turning pale and then flushed.

"My husband, you have disappointed me so much!"

"I thought you were so tough today because you got that slave and that gave you some confidence."

"We made a promise back then..."

“I will sacrifice my body to beg the silver water from the leader, and you will be responsible for winning the Eight-Cornered Holy Battle so that I can become the leader’s wife.”

"But now that I see it, it turns out my husband has been deceiving me all along, trying to get something for nothing."

"Now that we haven't captured the slaves, how will my husband win the Eight-Pointed Saint Battle?"

After Madam Hong's words, Wu Liang finally understood what kind of shady dealings this guy and the Third Young Master had been having behind the scenes.

It turns out the Third Young Master is quite ruthless.

Even knowing that his wife had become his father's plaything, he was still able to endure the humiliation.

He even went so far as to cooperate with his wife, having her use her body to obtain silver from his father, which he then used to compete with the eldest son for slaves.

And this Lady Red was even more ambitious than he had imagined.

The White Horn leader's mistress could no longer satisfy her.

What she really wanted to be was the leader's wife!
The White Horn leader, however, is nearing the end of his life, old and faded, and will not live much longer, so he can no longer satisfy Lady Red.

Therefore, Madam Hong placed her bets on the Third Young Master.

For Madam Hong, if the Third Young Master wins...

With the Third Young Master's limited abilities, he was no match for her at all.

When she becomes the chief's wife, it will be hard to say whether the White Horn Tribe belongs to the Third Young Master or to her, Madam Red.

Unfortunately, despite all her calculations, Madam Hong did not anticipate that the Third Young Master was no longer the same person he once was.

The current Third Young Master is Wu Liang!
While Madam Hong may have some shrewdness, she pales in comparison to Wu Liang.

"Madam, please don't panic..."

“Even without that slave, I have the confidence to make you the chief’s wife.”

Wu Liang spoke calmly, his tone full of confidence.

When Madam Hong saw his expression, her eyes lit up as if her face had suddenly changed.

"Really?"

"My lord, please tell me quickly~"

"How can my husband make me the chieftain's wife?"

Wu Liang's lips curled up slightly as he reached out and pulled Madam Hong over.

"Oh, my husband~"

"What time is it already?!"

Madam Hong rolled her eyes at Wu Liang, clearly annoyed.

However, she patiently collapsed into Wu Liang's arms.

Xuezi pressed against Wu Liang's chest, her body slightly deformed.

The solid feel gives one a strange sense of satisfaction.

Wu Liang smiled without saying a word, then stood up and picked him up by the waist.

Only then did Madam Hong notice the changes in Wu Liang's skin.

"Eh?"

"Husband, why have you become so pale?"

"Your skin is even whiter and more delicate than mine. What kind of mushroom did you use?"

Madam Hong reached out and stroked Wu Liang's cheek, suddenly becoming interested.

Wu Liang smiled and shook his head, then asked, "Want to know?"

"Unfortunately... you won't have that chance."

Upon hearing this, Madam Hong was taken aback.

Before she could react, Wu Liang suddenly pulled her back.

Lady Hong never expected that her 'husband' Wu Liang would turn against her at this time.

Caught completely off guard, she fell heavily to the ground.

Just listen to a "click"!
This fall actually broke Lady Red's spine!
In an instant, Lady Red's pupils dilated, and she lost consciousness on the spot.

Wu Liang snorted coldly, mobilized his vital energy, and maintained Madam Hong's life force.

He grabbed Lady Red by the neck, and with a thought, the Demon-Suppressing Tower spun around nine times.

In no time at all, their figures disappeared, leaving only the Demon Suppression Tower suspended in mid-air.

……

Inside the Demon Suppression Tower.

Wu Liang, accompanied by Madam Hong, appeared on the banks of the River of Oblivion.

He threw Lady Red to the ground, looking disgusted, and washed his hands with the water from the River of Oblivion.

"A lump of rotten flesh that has been violated by countless men, yet it dares to flaunt its charm in front of me."

"They really don't know what's good for them..."

Wu Liang shook his head and sneered.

He's not that spineless third young master, so naturally he won't be manipulated by a woman.

As far as he was concerned, since Lady Red couldn't produce the silver liquid, she had lost her purpose.

His target was the Earth Centipede, and he had no time to feign friendship with Lady Red or plot for the leadership position.

"Hehe, Master, is this your new slave?"

As soon as Wu Liang appeared, Yan Zhaodi quickly came over.

The Third Young Master was also following behind her.

The third young master curiously examined Madam Hong, but quickly looked away.

Having clearly lost his memory, he had no recollection that Lady Red was his wife.

Upon seeing Wu Liang, the Third Young Master immediately showed a look of respect and affection, and greeted him with a greeting...

"Father!"

The sudden cry of "Father!" almost strained Wu Liang's back.

He was speechless and looked at Yan Zhaodi.

"You taught me this?"

Yan Zhaodi chuckled awkwardly, lowered her head somewhat guiltily, and whistled.

Wu Liang, who had just become a father, knew exactly what had happened when he saw her like this.

Having been immersed in the River of Oblivion, the Third Young Master lost all his memories and was essentially a blank sheet of paper.

It can be made into whatever shape you want it to be.

Wu Liang had previously asked Yan Zhaodi to teach the Third Young Master, actually hoping that she would train the Third Young Master into a loyal Daoist apprentice.

In this way, Yan Zhaodi's efficiency in preparing mushrooms for him can be greatly improved.

Wu Liang could even capture more mushroom masters, erase all their memories, and then have Yan Zhaodi train them into mushroom masters for cultivation.

At that time, all the prisoners in the Demon Suppression Tower will be Wu Liang's cultivation team, and they can cultivate whatever they want.

However, since there are no slave-path mushrooms to restrict them, they still need to be brainwashed to ensure their unwavering loyalty to Wu Liang.

And it is clear that Yan Zhaodi's brainwashing method was to make Wu Liang the father of the Third Young Master.

"Fine, I'll deal with you later."

Wu Liang, with a dark expression, scolded Yan Zhaodi for such a trivial matter, not in front of the 'child'.

After all, Yan Zhaodi's move was, to some extent, a good idea.

Wu Liang was just thinking about how, once he entered the Demon Suppression Tower, a group of burly men would call him "Dad."

The scene was somewhat shocking...

"Hehe, I knew Master wouldn't care about such a small thing."

When Yan Zhaodi heard that her master hadn't blamed her, she tilted her head and giggled.

She turned to look at the third young master, and said with a stern face, "You unlucky child, can't you see your father is busy? What are you doing here, meddling in the fun?"

"Go play somewhere else, don't bother your dad."

Upon hearing this, the third young master could only say in a wronged tone, "Oh, I understand, Mother."

Yan Zhaodi blushed and cautiously glanced at Wu Liang.

Unfortunately, Wu Liang did not hear that "mother".

At this moment, he had already carried Lady Red and entered the River of Oblivion.

Clearly, Wu Liang intended to give this Lady Red a bath that would make her forget everything.

"Crash..."

The waters of the River of Oblivion splashed up in waves.

The unconscious Lady Red had her memories washed away by the River of Oblivion without her realizing it.

As the saying goes, practice makes perfect.

Wu Liang, familiar with the process, easily devoured all of Madam Hong's memory fragments!

(End of this chapter)