Mushroom Man

Chapter 204 The White Horn Leader, Still Vigorous in His Old Age
The second young master was filled with thoughts, but he couldn't figure it out no matter what he thought about.

After all, in his memory, his father was a man who valued his life very much.

He would certainly not abuse his body like this when his lifespan is almost over.

Could it be that Father's supposedly short lifespan was an act?

The second young master suppressed his distracting thoughts, took a deep breath, and hurriedly followed the maid into the chief's tent.

Inside the leader's tent, candlelight flickered.

A strange fragrance wafted in the air.

This fragrance is unusual, like the natural scent of a young woman in her late teens, indescribable and inexplicable.

The second young master, upon smelling the fragrance, couldn't help but feel a surge of lust.

Suddenly, he felt his mouth go dry.

The second young master's expression hardened, and he quickly suppressed his strange behavior.

He cautiously raised his head and looked into the depths of the tent.

At the very back of the tent was a large bed made of solid wood and animal hide.

There were about ten naked maids lying on the bed, a motley crew of women.

The maids' bodies were intertwined, their debauchery so lewd it was utterly disgusting.

At this very moment, these maids were diligently serving an old man.

The old man looked extremely strong, with bulging muscles all over his body.

However, he was quite old, with a full head of white hair, wrinkles all over his face, and cloudy eyes.

Even so, no one dared to ignore the aura of a fourth-rank expert that naturally emanated from his body.

obviously……

This old man, who was still vigorous despite his advanced age and could take on more than ten women at once, was the leader of the White Horn Tribe!
"Waiter, what brings you here?"

"Could it be that you are worried about your father's health and want to come and see if your father is dead?"

The White Horn leader sat up in bed, casually draped a tiger-skin cloak over his shoulders, and his strong, masculine aura immediately spread out.

At this moment, he was radiant and full of energy, showing no signs of being nearing the end of his life.

Even the Second Young Master's energy level was not as high as that of the White Horn Leader.

The second young master gasped almost imperceptibly.

He dared not be negligent, and immediately lowered his head, saying respectfully, "Your son would not dare."

"Father, you are still vigorous in your old age and live a long life. How dare I presume to make such a prediction?"

"I have come here today because I have something important to report."

The White Horn leader grabbed the medicinal wine from beside the bed and gulped it down in one go.

He wiped his mouth and then waved away the group of maids on the bed.

After the maids finished dressing and walked out of the tent one by one, the White Horn leader finally spoke: "What important matter is it? Tell your father."

Upon receiving this agreement, the second young master did not hesitate at all and immediately recounted everything that had happened in the past few days to the White Horn leader.

It started when the Third Young Master sold the Three-Turn Mao Jiang, withdrew from the Eight-Cornered Holy Battle, and stopped competing for the leadership position.

Then Lady Red found him, wanting to join forces with him to help Morobi kill the High Priest and unify the Black Horn tribe, promising him the position of co-leader.

The second young master spoke in great detail, without concealing anything.

He even went so far as to reveal the tricks he had used at Hanxiao Banbu Dian and the reasons why he had told his father about it.

The second young master did not hide his ambition.

Instead, he was extremely bold and directly stated that he wanted to use this opportunity to win his father's favor and become the future chief of the Holy Horn tribe.

“Father, the Blackhorn tribe is currently embroiled in internal strife, and it may have already escalated to a point of no return.”

"Morobi and the High Priest, both qualified to participate in the Eight-Cornered Holy War, disregarded tribal taboos and fought each other to the death."

"How can someone like this be appointed as the leader after the two tribes merge?"

"Your son dares to ask Father to take action and use this opportunity to attack the Black Horned Leader."

"In this way, the positions of the Great Chief and the Second Chief of the Holy Horn Tribe will both belong to us!"

The second young master's tone was filled with excitement, without any attempt to hide it.

After he finished speaking, he looked at his father with anticipation.

However, after hearing this, the White Horn leader frowned, his face darkened, and he rebuked him.

"madness!"

"Internal strife among the Blackhorn tribe is the Blackhorn chieftain's business; how can I, as his father, interfere?"

"And even if I were to use this opportunity to make trouble, it would be pointless."

"I have already reached an agreement with the Black Horned Leader regarding the matter of the Eight-Horned Saint Fight."

"The chief and the second chief will definitely be chosen from the two major tribes, and there will never be a situation where one tribe chooses two chiefs."

"You should think about this carefully. If my White Horn Tribe really monopolizes both the First Chief and the Second Chief, would the Black Horn Tribe willingly be merged with us?"

After being reprimanded, the second young master's face turned pale and then red.

He definitely oversimplified the matter.

Of course, you can't blame him for being stupid.

He was simply blinded by ambition and wanted to use this as an excuse to take a gamble.

At that moment, the White Horn leader seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes suddenly narrowed.

"Oh, by the way, what did you just say?"

"In the beginning, it was the Red Beauty who promised you the position of second chief and instigated you to collude with outsiders to help Morobi unify the Black Horn Tribe?"

The White Horn leader's tone was enigmatic, tinged with suspicion. The Second Young Master dared not conceal anything.

Although the Red Lady tasted delicious, she was still not as important to him as the leader.

At this moment, he decided to sacrifice his friend rather than himself, and without thinking, he repeated every single word that Madam Hong had said after finding him.

After hearing this, the White Horn leader's old face twisted into a chrysanthemum shape.

"No, that's not right."

"Although the Red Beauty is ambitious, she would never be so bold."

"What she wants is nothing more than to make a comeback and rebuild the caravan."

"On this point, I had already agreed to it during the few days she flirted with me in my tent."

“She has already achieved her goal, so there’s no reason for her to be unsatisfied and go to the trouble of colluding with the Blackhorn tribe.”

The White Horn leader ignored the Second Young Master and instead muttered to himself.

Having risen from humble beginnings as a rogue cultivator to become a leader through sheer hard work and perseverance, he instantly sensed the impending conspiracy.

The second young master was taken aback when he heard his father say this.

"Father, are you implying that Madam Hong is a traitor?"

"When Madam Ke Hong found me, she swore an oath and confirmed her loyalty in front of me."

“She does want to help me become the second leader so that I can make her the leader’s wife.”

"The Chief's wife?" The White Horn Chief couldn't help but sneer upon hearing this.

“The Red Beauty is my favorite. If she wants to become the Chief’s wife, there are countless ways to do so.”

"Why bother colluding with outsiders and coming here to help you become the second leader, which is a thankless task?"

"Waiter, you don't actually think that beautiful woman only has your type, do you?"

Although the White Horn leader's words were merciless, they were not without reason.

The second young master is mediocre in every way; his strength is inferior to that of the eldest young master, and his appearance is inferior to that of the third young master.

Even if Lady Red wanted to become the leader's wife, she wouldn't need to approach him at all.

The second young master's expression darkened as he thought of this.

The White Horn leader sneered and continued, "Red Beauty dared to take the initiative to make an oath in front of you."

"If there is indeed a problem, it means that there must be a way to break the oath."

"There are all kinds of mushrooms in the world, and the Oath Mushroom is widely known. It is not difficult to break the oath."

Having said this, the White Horn leader was now certain that Madam Red was definitely suspicious.

One point of doubt may not be certain, but with so many points of doubt combined, no one would believe there's no problem.

"There must be something fishy about this..."

"Although I don't know what that beautiful woman in red wants to do, with her abilities, she wouldn't dare to cause trouble under my nose."

The White Horn leader narrowed his cloudy old eyes slightly.

He thought of the second young master, and the third young master who had just given up the Eight-Cornered Holy Fight.

The Third Young Master was his youngest son, and the White Horn Leader naturally knew him quite well.

No one knew that he actually had high hopes for his youngest son.

In the eyes of the White Horn leader, his youngest son, though seemingly weak and easily bullied, was actually just putting on a facade.

The youngest son of the White Horn leader is actually the one who resembles him the most among these young masters.

He inherited the White Horn leader's forbearance and willingness to endure humiliation and persevere through hardship when he was a rogue cultivator.

Of course, apart from knowing how to be patient, the Third Young Master is still too immature in other aspects.

Even so, in the White Horn Leader's mind, the Third Young Master was far superior to the Second Young Master.

That's right!

Of his three sons, the White Horn leader actually had the least faith in the second young master.

Although the second young master was ambitious, scheming, and resourceful, in his eyes, it was all just like children playing house, not something that could be taken seriously.

The second young master is a stupid and mediocre person.

Don't you see how a beautiful woman in red managed to completely deceive the second young master?

The third young master is different; he not only knows how to be patient, but his ambition is no less than that of the second young master.

This ambition was something that the White Horn leader himself had created.

He stole his son's wife and made his son eavesdrop.

This was not only to satisfy his lust, but also to train his good-for-nothing youngest son.

Only by doing this can his anger be provoked and his ambition unleashed.

And the result was exactly as the White Horn leader had predicted.

The third young master knew that his wife had slept with his father, but ultimately chose to remain silent.

And fueled by a burning rage, he harbored an ambition to win the Eight-Cornered Holy War and become the Great Chief of the Holy Corner Tribe, regardless of the consequences.

The Third Young Master was willing to go bankrupt to buy the third-level zombie, Bone Master.

When the White Horn leader learned of this through Madam Red, he was greatly pleased.

The four thousand taels of silver that the maid named Hua'er delivered to the Third Young Master was a token of his favor, given through Madam Hong.

In the eyes of the White Horn leader, with that three-turn hairy zombie and the Iron Slave, the Third Young Master could compete for the position of First or Second Leader, even if he couldn't become the First Leader.

But now, the second young master tells him that the third young master has given up the Eight-Cornered Holy Fighting Technique and even sold the Third-Turn Mao Jiang!

(End of this chapter)