Mushroom Man

Chapter 241 Taking Something from a Bag, the Formless Brocade Bag

Hearing the sound, everyone looked in the direction of the noise.

Then you'll see that the once vibrant spring is now almost completely dried up.

The magnificent three-turn Heavenly Origin Lingzhi emerged from the water.

With a quick spin, it squeezed out all the remaining spiritual spring water.

Thus, the sacred spring that had nurtured the White Horn Tribe for many years was completely transformed into a stinking swamp.

"It really is a Heavenly Yuan Lingzhi!"

A glint of light flashed in Wu Liang's eyes.

He looked at the Heavenly Yuan Lingzhi floating in the air and forcibly suppressed the urge to seize it.

At this critical juncture, if we rashly seize the property, we may inadvertently make enemies and turn these thieves of unknown origin into adversaries.

Thinking of this, Wu Liang had no choice but to put aside his little scheme for the time being.

However, Wu Liang's decision not to compete doesn't mean others won't.

First of all, the White Horn leader would not let go of this mushroom that had drained his own spiritual spring.

"go with!"

The White Horn leader was originally trying to activate healing fungi to restore the flesh that had been sawed off his face.

However, upon noticing this scene, he abandoned treatment without hesitation and instead activated the Grappling Mushroom, unleashing a grappling move.

With lightning speed, the grappling technique reached out and grabbed at the Tianyuan Lingzhi.

"Hey hey!"

"Trying to steal from me? You're even trying to rob me, your grandpa?"

Upon seeing this, Bai Lai's expression turned strange.

No one knows what method he used, but he grabbed at the Tianyuan Lingzhi from a distance.

The next moment, the Heavenly Origin Spirit Mushroom appeared in his hand, and the White Horn Leader's grappling technique missed its mark.

Bai Lai looked at the White Horn leader provocatively and said smugly, "Old fool, you're still too slow."

"I'm an expert in this field. If you want to steal my things, you're still a bit short of skill."

Seeing this, Wu Liang secretly rejoiced.

Fortunately, I didn't act rashly.

Otherwise, given his speed, he definitely couldn't outrun the thief's skill in snatching objects from a distance.

In that case, you might end up losing more than you gain by trying to steal a chicken, thus offending the thief.

"How brave!"

"You've ruined my sacred spring, and you still dare to spout such nonsense!"

At the same time, the White Horn leader was enraged upon hearing Bai Lai's mockery.

He strode quickly toward the crowd.

With each step the White Horn leader took closer, the pressure on everyone increased.

Seeing this, Bai Lai's playful and joking demeanor subsided somewhat.

Unlike Wu Liang and the other two, his methods were extremely pure; he had never studied physical strength, and his body was extremely weak, having undergone no modifications whatsoever.

Despite the pressure, Wu Liang and his group were still able to put up some resistance.

But if it were Bai Lai, facing the terrifying pressure from the White Horn leader, he would probably be crushed into mincemeat in no time.

Therefore, when the White Horn leader approached this place with that pressure, Bai Lai finally panicked.

He dared not let it get close, so he quickly took action to try to stop the White Horn leader.

"Take this! It'll be as easy as taking something from a baby!"

Bai Lai let out a strange cry and reached his hand into a sleeve.

Upon seeing this, the White Horn leader thought that this guy was about to unleash some powerful killing move.

His gaze sharpened, and his attention focused on Bai Lai.

However, at that moment, a blue child phantom silently appeared behind the White Horn leader.

"Ok?"

The White Horn leader suddenly felt a gust of wind on the back of his neck, and his hair stood on end.

He seemed to realize something and was about to react, but it was too late.

As soon as the blue child's phantom appeared, it pounced on the White Horned Leader with astonishing speed.

"Shh!"

The blue child's phantom plunged its hand into the white-horned leader's body before disappearing.

The White Horn leader appeared unharmed, but involuntarily let out a muffled groan.

Meanwhile, Bai Lai reached into his sleeve and pulled out a bloody kidney.

Upon seeing this, a look of understanding flashed in Wu Liang's eyes.

No wonder the unicorn at the cave entrance was missing all its internal organs; it turned out that this person stole it using such methods.

If he wasn't mistaken, the blue child-like phantom should be a kind of sneaky mushroom called the Sneak Mushroom.

This mushroom is relatively obscure. If Wu Liang hadn't read extensively from various miscellaneous records and learned about many mushrooms by digesting the fragments of Blood River Ancestor's memories, he probably wouldn't have recognized it.

The Sneak Peek-Mushroom, once activated, transforms into a blue phantom child, launching sneak attacks on enemies from all sorts of unexpected places.

It has the ability to penetrate protective gear, and its speed is astonishing.

It consumes very little true energy to activate this mushroom, but the main ingredient for refining it must be the soul of an infant.

I wonder if this ambush mushroom was made by the thief himself, or if he got it from somewhere else...

However, a single Sneaky Mushroom cannot remove a person's internal organs from a distance.

It seems this thief also used other thieving mushrooms.

"Aaaaaah, my kidneys!"

When the White Horn leader saw the kidney in Bai Lai's hand, he immediately understood what had happened.

This completely enraged him.

Why steal his kidney of all things?

Without kidneys, how can he replenish his yin and yang and prolong his life?

This futile act didn't just take his kidney, it took his life!

Of course, if Bai Lai knew this, he would definitely have a hard time explaining himself. His move, "Taking Something Out of a Bag," was an improvement on the "Flying Dragon Probing the Clouds" technique, but it was still imperfect and at most a rough, incomplete version.

It looks powerful, but in reality, it's completely uncontrollable. What exactly are the stolen internal organs?

Sometimes, they even return empty-handed.

The White Horn leader's loss of a kidney is entirely his own bad luck; he has no one to blame but himself.

"Go to hell, you little thief, go to hell!"

Enraged, the White Horn leader charged at Bai Lai recklessly, swinging his Mighty Bull Demon Fist and smashing everything in sight.

Wherever it passed, rocks crumbled and the earth shook.

With that kind of presence, anyone who comes here would have to give way.

"Good heavens! The old ox is angry!"

Upon seeing this, Bai Lai was so frightened that his soul almost left his body.

He immediately covered his head and fled, getting as far away from the White Horn leader as possible.

As he fled in a disheveled state, he shouted at Wu Liang and Morobi, "My two brothers, don't just watch the show now!"

"We are all members of the Holy Church, so we will not abandon or give up on each other!"

"If we don't act now, when will we?"

"Hurry up and block that old bastard for me!"

Upon hearing this, Morobi bared her teeth and was about to set off again to challenge the White Horned Leader.

At this moment, although she was severely injured, she was still full of fighting spirit and excitement.

But at that moment, Wu Liang reached out and stopped her, shaking his head almost imperceptibly.

Seeing this, Morobi's eyes flashed with suspicion, but she stopped and did not rush to the rescue.

Seizing the opportunity, the two refined the silver water to restore their true energy, and watched coldly as the White Horn leader pursued Bai Lai.

Bai Lai's face darkened when he saw that Wu Liang and the others had not yet offered their help.

"Kacha kacha——"

The leader of the White Horns strode forward, getting closer and closer to Bai Lai.

Bai Lai could not resist the pressure, and his escape speed slowed down, with his bones making cracking sounds as if they were about to break.

If this continues, he might be crushed by the pressure before the White Horn leader's Mighty Bull Demon Fist even hits him.

Upon seeing this, Bai Lai immediately became anxious.

"What do you mean?"

"I, Dao Zhenren, have sacrificed my life and shed my blood for the Holy Sect. My loyalty is as clear as the sun and moon."

"Now that I have refined the spiritual spring for the Holy Church, I am finally free. This is the perfect opportunity for us to surround and kill this old bastard."

"Aren't you going to make a move? Do you want to watch me get beaten to death by this old bastard?"

"If I die, that old scoundrel will be a real problem!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Liang shook his head.

"Don't panic, Master Thief. I believe you can hold on a little longer."

"We just bought you time, which consumed a lot of our true energy. We need some time to recover."

"Moreover, I am thinking about how to break free from the pressure emanating from this old scoundrel."

"With that pressure around, we couldn't even get close to him."

"It won't be too late to replace Dao Zhenren after I've come up with a solution..."

Wu Liang spoke these words without batting an eye, appearing to fully trust Bai Lai and believe he could hold off the White Horn leader.

And he was indeed thinking about how to break through the terrifying pressure emanating from the White Horn leader.

With that pressure present, Wu Liang didn't dare to approach the White Horn leader easily, and neither did Morobi.

Once you get close to the White Horn leader, you will be overwhelmed by pressure, your speed will drop drastically, and you will find it difficult to use your skills.

In this situation, they must find a way to resolve that pressure before they can truly threaten the White Horn leader.

Otherwise, due to pressure, they would always retreat after one strike, lacking stamina, and any injuries they inflicted would be quickly healed by the White Horn leader, rendering them meaningless.

However, Bai Lai was so angry upon hearing this that he turned red in the face, his anger flared, and he couldn't help but curse inwardly.

Thinking of countermeasures?
I think you're **big**!

By the time you figure out a solution, I'll have already smashed this old bastard into a meat pie with one punch!

"Boom——"

When the leader of the White Horns saw that Wu Liang and the others did not come to Bai Lai's rescue, he became even more energized.

Taking advantage of Bai Lai's distraction, he suddenly punched the ground.

In an instant, the earth shook and the soil dragon turned over.

Bai Lai, who was running for his life, accidentally twisted his ankle and fell to the ground.

not good!

My life is over!

Bai Lai's expression changed drastically, realizing that his fall would surely allow the White Horn leader to catch up with him.

As expected, the White Horn leader seized the opportunity to quickly close the distance between them.

Unimaginable pressure weighed on Bai Lai, as if it would crush him into a pulp.

"Damn it, that kid was right, we have to find a way to break free from this old bastard's pressure."

"It seems that this time, I will have no choice but to use the killing move of the Wuxiang Heavenly Venerable that I obtained from the Wuxiang inheritance."

"Well, it's not a bad deal to use it here."

"The White Horn leader and these Holy Church mushroom masters are all incredibly wealthy, and they definitely have a lot of good mushrooms on them."

"Since they refuse to help me, then I won't be polite. I'll make a fortune before leaving the Western Regions!"

Bai Lai's thoughts raced, and upon thinking of this, he threw something into the air with a hint of heartache.

This object is neither copper, nor iron, nor steel. It was once hidden in Wuxiang's hand. It is shaped like a brocade pouch and contains a deadly move.

With a quick spin, large, pale blue handprints flew out of the brocade pouch.

These large, light blue handprints are mostly incomplete, ranging from one to five fingers, and each one is different.

And this is none other than the ultimate move of the Formless Celestial Venerable... the Formless Hand!

(End of this chapter)