Mushroom Man

Chapter 197 The White Elephant's Immense Strength, Acting Too Hastily (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
"I was reckless..."

Wu Liang struggled to his feet, his expression shifting between light and dark.

If Morobi were here at this moment, she would surely laugh at Wu Liang for overestimating his abilities.

It's important to understand that the transformation of a body by a Mushroom Master is not a process that can be accomplished overnight.

Even Morobi, who possesses the True Martial Demon-Slaying Body, needs to gradually transition from a first-level Beast Power Mushroom to a third-level Beast Power Mushroom.

Only in this way can the mushroom master's body gradually adapt until it grows to the point where it can bear the phantom of the third-stage beast power.

Wu Liang ultimately suffered from the lack of a power inheritance.

He had no master and had to figure things out on his own.

Therefore, he had no idea whether this kind of beast-powered fungus, or whether his body could withstand it.

The only powerful mushroom that Wu Liang originally came into contact with was the Jade Mushroom.

Although his process of refining the Jade Mushroom was painful, it was relatively smooth.

Under these circumstances, he naturally had a misconception that he had now reached the third stage and was already capable of refining the White Elephant Giant Mushroom.

However, it turned out that the force was not as simple as he had imagined.

This is why Wu Liang once refined the Jade Mushroom and transformed himself into Jade Skin.

Otherwise, the moment he refined the White Elephant Giant Mushroom and carried the phantom of beast power, he would have either exploded and died, or at the very least been crippled.

"cough!"

Wu Liang suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

He was forced to stop refining, and the white elephant phantom vanished instantly.

The white elephant giant mushroom, which had been trembling continuously, gradually calmed down.

At this moment, Wu Liang's body was covered with dense cracks, and it would shatter at the slightest touch, crumbling into pieces, a shocking sight.

If he hadn't stopped refining, it probably wouldn't have been just a matter of crumbling into dust; he might have shattered completely.

"I was too hasty this time..."

"It seems that in order to completely refine the White Elephant Giant Strength Mushroom, we need to find a Strength Mushroom to further enhance our physical strength."

Wu Liang calmed himself down before wiping the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth.

With a sudden thought, he immediately drew upon the large amount of vital energy stored within the gas bottle mushroom.

A wisp of life emanates from it, giving people a sense of vigorous vitality.

In no time at all, all the cracks on Wu Liang's body were completely healed.

However, due to the effects of the Angry Mushroom, Wu Liang felt a surge of anger and became inexplicably angry.

"Humph!"

"It's all the fault of the manager of that wealthy merchant caravan. He didn't explain this clearly before buying my mushrooms."

"If you had told me earlier that using the Beast Force Mushroom would require strengthening my physical body to support the Beast Force phantom, I wouldn't have suffered like this."

Wu Liang was furious and slammed his hand on the table.

Just hear a loud "boom"!
With that one slap, he broke the solid wood table in two.

Clearly, Wu Liang did not come away empty-handed.

At the very least, he relied on his extraordinary willpower to forcibly refine one-tenth of the White Elephant Giant Mushroom.

Although it was only 10%, it caused Wu Liang's strength to surge, giving him the illusion that he could kill a bull with a single punch.

Wu Liang sat there fuming, sulking all by himself.

Before long, the effects of the Angry Mushroom disappeared completely, and he returned to normal.

"call……"

"This time I've learned my lesson."

"Now that I have the method to refine the Divine Elephant Suppressing Hell Mushroom, I will definitely need to cultivate my strength as a secondary skill in the future."

"Even so, I must find a way to obtain a power inheritance."

Wu Liang let out a long sigh of relief.

His eyes darted around, and an idea came to him.

If he remembered correctly, the power inheritance in Morobi's body seemed to be quite good.

The ability to unleash the beast's power phantom with 100% accuracy was something he had long coveted.

He may lack strength and talent, but Morobi does!

If we were to ask who in the world today possesses the greatest strength and talent, who could compare to Morobi, a descendant of Zhenwu Tianzun and possessing the Zhenwu Demon-Subduing Body?

Wu Liang's lips curled up slightly as he looked out of the tent.

"Tomorrow, I'll help her unify the Blackhorn tribe, which will be a perfect opportunity to scheme for her inheritance..."

The next day.

Blackhorn Tribe.

"Report!"

"High Priest, the leader has just issued an order for you and Young Mistress Morobi to meet in the cave to discuss important matters!"

A black horn mushroom master rushed into the snakeskin tent and respectfully announced the news.

"Oh?"

"The leader has actually finished his seclusion?"

A sharp, piercing sound rang out.

From the dark tent emerged an old man covered in animal bones and carrying a bull-headed staff.

The old man had a face full of wrinkles and his forehead was painted with white and green paint, making him look very strange.

Clearly, he was the high priest of the Blackhorn tribe.

"High Priest, it seems that the leader has indeed emerged from seclusion, but he has not shown his face. We can only hear his voice, but not see him."

The black mushroom master lowered his head respectfully and spoke.

Upon hearing this, the high priest frowned and muttered to himself, "This shouldn't be..."

"Some time ago, I was engaged in a fierce battle with that vile servant girl, and the situation was so complicated that the leader didn't even come out of seclusion. Why have you suddenly come out of seclusion now?"

"I originally thought that the leader was nearing the end of his life. Since there has been no movement for so long, he might have already died in his cave."

"Could it be that I guessed wrong?"

The high priest, harboring a rebellious streak, was already hoping for the leader's death.

Such treasonous remarks would surely cause a huge uproar if overheard by others.

However, the black horned mushroom master remained unmoved upon hearing this.

Clearly, he was the high priest's confidant.

Or rather, nowadays, 30-40% of the mushroom masters in the Blackhorn tribe are the high priest's confidants.

Otherwise, given Morobi's abilities, she wouldn't be so wary of the High Priest.

"High Priest, the chief summoning you and Namorabi at this time is probably not a good thing."

"Why don't you find a reason to decline and say you're sick?"

The Blackhorn Mushroom Master, thinking of the High Priest's best interests, stood aside offering advice.

"Refuse?" The high priest shook his head. "No, we cannot refuse."

"The leader is still alive. If I disobey orders at this time, it will be troublesome."

After the high priest finished speaking, he sneered and then waved his hand.

"Let's go, lead the way!"

"I'd like to see what the leader means."

“The chief is nearing the end of his life and will not live much longer. He will not do anything to me in order to protect the Black Horn Tribe.”

"After all, with his death, the only person left in the Black Horn Tribe who can hold up the sky is me."

Before long, they arrived at the chief's cave.

The high priest, head held high and chest out, strode in with an air of indifference, slowly entering the room.

As soon as he entered, he saw Moro standing with her arms crossed.

"Humph!"

The high priest snorted coldly, his face showing disdain.

Now, everyone knows the high priest's true intentions.

But who knows how loyal the former high priest was to the leader?

The reason he has become the way he is now, showing no respect for the leader, is because of Morobi!
The high priest despised slaves the most in his life.

In his view, slaves were the lowest of the low.

As luck would have it, Morobi was a slave who came out of the Octagonal Fighting Ground.

Of course, if that were all, it wouldn't be enough to make the high priest so disgusted with a junior.

The real reason was that the leader had taken in a lowly slave as his adopted daughter and was planning to pass the leadership to the slave.

The high priest, however, could not accept such an arrangement.

He had long considered the Blackhorn tribe as his own, so how could he allow a slave to seize the position of leader?

Now that the leader has become senile, he should be the one to sit in the leader's seat!

"What are you looking at!"

"Want to fight?"

"If you look at me like that again, I'll gouge your eyes out."

Morobi glanced at the high priest and immediately retorted.

She looked disdainful, clearly also looking down on this so-called high priest.

"you……"

"A young girl like you speaks so rudely."

"As expected of a lowly slave, utterly rude and disrespectful of hierarchy."

Upon hearing this, the high priest was filled with rage.

However, considering that this was the leader's cave, he couldn't cause a scene, so he had to suppress his anger.

"Am I uncouth?"

"Don't dare to take it, don't dare to take it..."

"The high priest keeps calling me a lowly slave; he's far more vulgar than I am."

Morobi's smile was forced and insincere.

She narrowed her eyes, suppressing her anger as well.

In her view, this old man was already courting death.

Whether you die sooner or later, you're going to die anyway, so there's no need to lower yourself to their level at this point.

Just as they were exchanging words, each arguing sharply and refusing to give in...

Footsteps approached from the depths of the cave.

Upon hearing the noise, both Morobi and the high priest stopped their pointless argument and looked in the direction of the sound.

A burly man, standing ten feet tall and as strong as an elephant, slowly walked out.

The mere presence of the 'Black Horn Leader' exudes an overwhelming sense of oppression; his fierce and menacing aura can even stop a child from crying at night.

"Lord Chief."

"Father, father."

The high priest and Moro spoke at the same time, respectfully.

However, unlike the high priest, Morobi was clearly somewhat uncomfortable when she called him "father".

"Please sit down, everyone."

The 'Black Horn Leader' spoke in a deep, authoritative voice, neither angry nor indifferent.

He took the lead and sat down in the main seat, then waved his hand dismissively.

Soon, female slaves who had been waiting brought out fine wine and delicacies.

"This……"

Upon seeing this, the high priest was momentarily filled with doubt and uncertainty.

"High Priest, what is it?"

"Is the food unpalatable?"

The 'Black Horn Leader' picked up his wine bowl, drank it all in one gulp, and then looked at him.

"No, no..."

"I'm just a little confused. Did the leader summon us here just for a drinking session?"

The high priest broke out in a cold sweat and sat down obediently.

He spoke casually, but his heart was in turmoil.

Damn!

What's happening here?
Why has the leader's lifespan increased compared to before?
Could it be that the leader has secretly found a way to prolong life these days?
The high priest was completely baffled by this scene.

That's right!

He can actually see other people's lifespans!
In his early years, he had a chance encounter with a mushroom, a three-ringed mushroom.

The only purpose of this mushroom is to allow him to observe the lifespan of others.

Thus, the high priest clearly knew that the chieftain's lifespan was indeed nearing its end.

That's why he dared to plot against the Blackhorn tribe.

However, upon closer inspection, he discovered that the leader's lifespan had changed!
Originally, he had less than a month to live, but now he has a year left to live!
Lifespan, even if it's just a year, isn't something that can be increased overnight.

This is why the high priest was so shocked.

Just as he was lost in thought, the 'Blackhorn Leader' grinned.

"The reason I summoned you here is certainly not just for drinking."

"It is to discuss with you a matter of life and death concerning the Blackhorn tribe!"

(End of this chapter)