Mushroom Man

Chapter 200 A Carrot in One Hand, a Stick in the Other (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
silence.

Deathly silence.

The group of Blackhorn Mushroom Masters stared in horror at the 'High Priest' and Morobi standing on the high platform, their pupils shrinking sharply.

The next moment, a deafening roar of exclamations suddenly erupted.

"what?!"

"The leader is dead?"

"No, impossible, how could the leader be dead?"

"what?!"

"The High Priest actually elected Morobi as the leader?"

"Damn it, am I dreaming?"

In an instant, everyone was thrown into chaos.

Panic, confusion, and bewilderment spread, creating a chaotic scene.

Amidst the cacophony of exclamations, two distinct groups of people emerged.

One group consists of people loyal to the leader.

When these mushroom growers suddenly heard that their leader was dead, they were all as if the sky had fallen, their faces filled with disbelief.

The Blackhorn tribe has reached its current size entirely because of the Blackhorn chieftain, a fourth-level mushroom master, who is in charge.

Now that their leader is dead, the Blackhorn tribe is left with nothing but a rabble.

The rogue cultivators of Bajiao Mountain are not benevolent people.

The Black Horn Tribe controls half of the Eight Horns Mountain. Without a fourth-level mushroom master to oversee it, how could they possibly protect this territory?

As the saying goes, a man is innocent unless he is in possession of a treasure.

In the past, the Black Horn Tribe, relying on the protection of their leader, often acted arrogantly and bullied rogue cultivators in Bajiao Mountain.

At that time, because the Black Horn leader was keeping things in check, the rogue cultivators dared not speak out, so naturally nothing went wrong.

But now that the leader of Blackhorn is dead, how could the rogue cultivators of Eight Horns Mountain sit idly by?

I fear that once this matter gets out, it won't be long before those rogue cultivators come knocking on our door and completely wipe out the Black Horn Tribe.

This is why the leaders of the two tribes, knowing their lifespans were nearing their end, planned to hold an octagonal holy war, merge their tribes, and migrate their entire clans.

Clearly, it was because they feared that after their death, the tribe would suffer a terrible fate and be completely divided up by the rogue cultivators.

Finished!

Completely finished!

With these thoughts in mind, the Blackhorn Mushroom Masters all wore long faces, feeling that everything ahead was bleak.

Another group of mushroom growers, however, did not care at all.

Unlike the Blackhorn Mushroom Masters who are loyal to their leader, they are loyal to the High Priest.

These people are all high priests who, for many years, have been secretly brainwashing and cultivating trusted confidants using slavery methods, without the knowledge of the Black Horn leader.

These mushroom masters believed that the high priest was capable enough to lead them through this crisis.

Because the high priest had told them long ago that the leader's lifespan was nearing its end.

The high priest must have been prepared for this, so the fact that the leader was dead was nothing to fear.

The only thing that mattered to them was that the high priest had actually given up the position of leader and instead handed it over to the lowly slave, Morobi!
Wasn't the high priest the one who looked down on Morobi the most?

Why did they suddenly change their minds at this time, and even willingly give up their position as leader?

If the high priest becomes the leader, his confidants will have rendered meritorious service in supporting him, and their status and position will certainly rise accordingly.

Then they heard that the high priest wanted to give the position of chief to Morobi...

They were all finding it hard to accept, and some even began to doubt whether they were dreaming.

"A mob..."

Morobi crossed her arms, raised her chin, and looked down at the crowd, a hint of contempt flashing in her eyes.

If she didn't need to rely on the power of these mushroom masters to deal with the White Horn leader and obtain that White Horn, she wouldn't care about the position of Black Horn leader.

On the other side, Wu Liang, seeing the chaotic state of everyone, couldn't help but snort coldly.

"What's the fuss about?"

"Although the leader is dead, I am not dead yet!"

"Now, if anyone feels that the Blackhorn Tribe can no longer accommodate you, they are free to turn around and leave, and I will not stop them."

Upon hearing this, the Blackhorn Mushroom Masters were eager to act, but none of them were willing to be the first to leave at this moment.

The High Priest was, after all, a high-ranking mushroom master at the third level, and was infamous for his intimidating reputation.

In the past, if the mushroom masters of the Black Horn tribe made a mistake, the high priest would punish them.

Therefore, the Blackhorn Mushroom Masters were generally aware of how ruthless the High Priest was.

If they were to actually believe the high priest's lies at this point and openly betray the tribe, their fate would be absolutely tragic.

Seeing that everyone had quieted down, Wu Liang then spoke again with a cold face, using the eunuch voice of the high priest.

“Good, very good. It seems that you are still loyal to the Blackhorn tribe. I am very pleased.”

"If that's the case, then I'll tacitly agree that all the young men of the Black Horn Tribe are willing to support Miss Morobi as our leader."

"I think everyone has no objections now, right?"

These words sparked another round of discussion.

When it comes to the position of leader, they can no longer remain silent.

One by one, the confidants who had once been loyal to the high priest couldn't help but shout out.

"High Priest, the brothers are not convinced!"

"Morobi is nothing more than the adopted daughter of the chief. Why should she be the one to sit in the chief's position?"

“Yes, how could Morobi, a slave of low status, be the leader of our Black Horn tribe?”

"Exactly, exactly! And we've never heard of Morobi doing anything beneficial for the tribe, and her cultivation level is unclear." "I'd be the first to object to her being the leader!"

"In my opinion, it would be better if you, High Priest, were to become the leader!"

“Yes, High Priest, in this entire Blackhorn tribe, who is more suitable to be the leader than you?”

"High Priest, if you give the order, your brothers will follow your lead without question!"

The group of confidants chimed in, constantly belittling Morobi and praising the high priest.

After a few words, he began to lead the crowd, calling the high priest their leader.

And indeed, it was just as they said...

In the eyes of the Blackhorn Mushroom Master, the High Priest was indeed more suitable to be the leader than Morobi.

After all, Morobi never revealed her peak third-stage cultivation level; she only displayed the same advanced third-stage cultivation level as the High Priest.

In this situation, the high priest with greater prestige would certainly be more suitable to lead them.

At this moment, all of Wu Liang's trusted confidants looked at him with anticipation.

If it were a real high priest in this situation...

He's probably already grinning from ear to ear, saying "You've all caused me so much trouble," before taking the seat of the leader.

Unfortunately, the current 'High Priest' is Wu Liang.

A hollow leader's position isn't worth fighting for with Morobi.

"presumptuous!"

Wu Liang roared shrilly, shouting angrily at the crowd.

"I have already promised the leader that I will faithfully assist Miss Morobi in ascending to the position of leader."

"Are you trying to put me in a position of being unrighteous and immoral?"

Upon hearing this, everyone froze in place.

They truly hadn't expected that the high priest would actually be willing to give up his position as leader.

Could it be that they misunderstood?

So the high priest is this loyal and righteous?
"Why aren't you paying your respects to the chieftain?"

Wu Liang had no intention of wasting any more time with these mushroom masters, and directly led the way by bowing to Morobi.

Seeing this, the mushroom masters, no matter how unwilling they were, had no choice but to call out to Morobi, "Our leader!"

Seeing this, Morobi smiled slightly and gave Wu Liang a satisfied look.

This guy from the Holy Church is actually a man of his word.

Well then, now that the path has been paved for her, it's time for her to perform.

Morobi's gaze fell upon the crowd, and then her aura as a peak third-stage cultivator suddenly surged!
In an instant, everyone felt a sense of oppression, like that of a ferocious beast, rushing towards them.

Everyone looked horrified, as if they hadn't expected that Morobi would actually be a peak third-level mushroom master.

The peak of the third tier is only one step away from the peak of the fourth tier.

Looking across the entire Bajiao Mountain, such places can be counted on one hand.

Only then did everyone realize what was going on.

No wonder the High Priest was willing to give up the position of leader; it turns out that his cultivation was inferior to that of Morobi.

"Brothers of the Blackhorn Tribe, I am now the leader of the Blackhorn Tribe."

"If anyone disagrees, they are welcome to fight me, the leader."

"Or just keep it to yourself and don't let me find out."

"If I find out that you dare to disobey me and ignore my words, you will bear the consequences."

Morobi was extremely domineering, and her first words were blatant threats.

However, she quickly changed the subject after saying that.

"Now that the old chief has just died, the tribe has reached a critical moment of life and death."

"Once the news gets out, who knows how many unscrupulous people will try to take advantage of us."

"Of course, you need not worry. I have already discussed a plan with the High Priest, and I will lead you away from Bajiao Mountain soon."

Morobi, without blushing or skipping a beat, painted a rosy picture for everyone.

"In order to prevent the news from leaking, we need to make some sacrifices for the men of the Blackhorn tribe during this period."

"From this day forward, the Blackhorn tribe is only allowed to enter, not leave."

"At the same time, my loyal sons of the tribe, I will not treat you unfairly."

"After the chieftain and the high priest have finished taking stock of the tribe's resources, they will send each tribesman a portion of silver and resources."

"Once we get through this crisis, I, the chieftain, will reward you handsomely, ensuring that every son of the tribe is well-fed, strong, and rolling in wealth!"

Morobi wielded both carrots and sticks, showing no stinginess when it came to so-called resources and silver.

Compared to the old leader, this is incredibly generous.

That's precisely where her intelligence lies.

Now that the old leader is dead, it's clear that she and Wu Liang alone cannot convince everyone.

Only by offering substantial benefits can we win people's hearts.

as predicted……

When everyone heard that there would be silver water and resources to be gained later, their expressions changed.

Regardless of what happens in the future, there are freebies to be had right now, so why not take them?

It's just that they can't leave the tribe for the time being, and they can accept this price.

Thinking of this, the Black Horn Mushroom Masters, who were initially somewhat confused, all spoke respectfully to Morobi at the same time.

"Thank you, Chief!"

(End of this chapter)