Mushroom Man

Chapter 257 Blood Skull Mushroom Recipe, Immortal Battle
"Now that Zhuge Huowang's attitude is unclear and he has not yet shown up, I must prepare for the worst."

"Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated. If you want to escape the blessed land, you must find out what the blessed land is."

"Is it really as those madmen say, that we can only go in but never get out...?"

"The only way to understand the blessed land is through the fragments of Blood River Ancestor's memories."

"After all, only the immortals themselves truly understand each other."

Wu Liang's mind raced with thoughts.

Even now, even though he is in a hopeless situation with no chance of survival, and even though the enemy he faces is an immortal, he has not given up hope or become despondent.

He hasn't found his way home yet, and he can't give up the struggle, so he just dies here.

Even if there is only a sliver of hope ahead, he will seize it without hesitation.

Iron Slave was severely injured and nearly died several times, yet he managed to hold on until now without giving up, thanks to his strong will to survive. Not to mention him.

With a thought, Wu Liang began to retrieve fragments of Blood River Ancestor's memories.

However, he was not lucky. It seemed that God did not want him to get through the difficulties so easily.

He retrieved two fragments of memory, neither of which were related to the blessed land.

These two fragments of memory are: one is the memory of Blood River Ancestor's childhood, when he was mischievous, scolded the mute, kicked the lame, beat the blind, and kicked the widow.

The other is the Blood River Ancestor. When he was still a mushroom master, he was only a grade C due to insufficient aptitude. He did not hesitate to refine Blood Skull Mushrooms and slaughter his relatives to obtain the memories of a grade A dantian.

"Blood Skull Mushroom..."

After digesting the memory fragments, Wu Liang obtained the recipe for the Blood Skull Mushroom.

However, there was no joy on his face; instead, his brows were furrowed and his expression was slightly somber.

The recipe for Blood Skull Mushroom is undoubtedly priceless.

After all, mushrooms that can improve one's quality are very rare and extremely uncommon in the mushroom world.

Even if you use Blood Skull Mushroom to improve your aptitude, you need to kill your relatives and exchange their blood for your own superior aptitude.

Even so, there are probably still many people in the mushroom industry who are eager to try it.

After all, for some mushroom masters who yearn to ascend to immortality but are forced to waste their lives due to their lack of talent, family ties are not something they are reluctant to part with.

For example, Abbot Shanren became increasingly extreme because he lacked the necessary aptitude to ascend to immortality.

If Abbot Shanren were to obtain the recipe for the Blood Skull Mushroom, he probably wouldn't need to risk everything to obtain the Formless Inheritance, nor would he need to possess the body of Formless Emptiness.

He only needs to stay in the Temple of Fertility and keep having children to obtain a first-class dantian, from which he can hope to ascend to immortality.

This demonstrates just how valuable the Bloodskull Mushroom truly is.

However, this mushroom was utterly useless to Wu Liang, who had already acquired a first-class dantian by usurping another's place; it was truly a worthless trifle.

What Wu Liang wanted was not the Blood Skull Mushroom, but a way to escape from other people's blessed lands, or at the very least, a way to prolong life.

But there was nothing.

"Damn..."

Wu Liang was unwilling to give up and wanted to try to salvage the fish again.

But he soon discovered that, in his current state, digesting the two fragments of memory was already his limit.

If they continue to salvage the memory fragments, they may be affected and assimilated by the Blood River Ancestor.

In fact, in this situation, Wu Liang only needed to activate the Memory Mushroom to consolidate his own memories to avoid the impact.

However, as fate would have it...

The previous Wuxiang Hand stole his Memory Mushroom.

In this situation, Wu Liang, having lost the Memory Mushroom, could no longer digest the fragmented memories as recklessly as before.

His calm demeanor alone is not enough to avoid the risk that his memory might be affected.

Therefore, no matter how unwilling Wu Liang was, he had no choice but to give up.

"That's all..."

"It seems there's no chance of escaping this blessed land for the time being."

"Next, we can only try to extend our lifespan before it runs out."

Wu Liang sighed, and then in the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared from the spot.

……

Meanwhile, the outside world.

The Western Regions are bathed in bright sunshine.

Under a clear blue sky, the rising sun casts a radiant glow.

The wind whipped up dust that splattered onto the branches and leaves, and as the branches swayed, it scattered patches of light on the ground.

This scene inexplicably evokes a sense of peace and tranquility.

But at this moment...

Suddenly, the weather changed, and a cold wind rolled in from the horizon.

In an instant, the once clear blue sky over the Western Regions grasslands was suddenly covered by dark clouds, with gusts of cold wind and howling ghosts and wolves.

Wherever that eerie wind passed, trees withered and not a blade of grass grew.

If someone were to stop here and take a closer look...

Then you can see an immortal riding the clouds in that gloomy wind.

And this immortal, needless to say, is none other than Zhuge Huowang, the immortal of the Holy Sect!
Zhuge Huowang stood there, treading on ghostly mist, accompanied by a chilling wind, looking incredibly imposing!
But what no one expected was...

Zhuge Huowang may appear imposing, but in reality, he's practically running himself ragged.

"Damn leg, run faster!"

"That damned bald monk, why does he only come looking for me and not anyone else?"

"If that bald monk hadn't been a Western Region person and hadn't adapted to the suppression of the Four Symbols Boundary Wall before me, I wouldn't be in such a sorry state!"

"Hmph, it's all because that True Martial Heavenly Venerable had nothing better to do than create the Four Symbols Boundary Wall."

"I'll remember this grudge. I'll definitely break through this Four Symbols Boundary Wall in the future."

As Zhuge Huowang flew away, he muttered to himself and cursed.

Just at this moment...

"Shh!"

A sharp sword cry rang out from the horizon. The next moment, a dazzling sword light shot out like an arrow, chasing after Zhuge Huowang.

"Shedding his carefree life, he became a devoted monk."

"Clad in white with a long sword, a heart of compassion and ruthlessness."

Amidst the sword light, the sword monk uttered a clear chant, then revealed his form.

He held a sword in one hand and grabbed the trembling Bai Lai with the other, pressing straight towards Zhuge Huowang with an unstoppable momentum!
"Demon, stop being so stubborn."

“Your sins are grave, you have committed murder and your hands are stained with the blood of Buddha, you deserve to die.”

After the sword monk finished speaking, his sword light soared into the sky, splitting the heavens in one strike.

In an instant, the dark, cloud-covered sky was cleaved in two by the sword light.

The rising sun casts a golden, dazzling light through the cracks in the dark clouds.

The sunlight shone on the sword monk, making him stand out from the crowd.

The next moment, he spat out a breath of sword energy at Zhuge Huowang.

The sword energy stretched for miles, tearing through the yin wind and shattering the ghostly mist with lightning speed.

"Humph……"

Zhuge Huowang grunted, his figure flashing like a ghost as he narrowly dodged the sword energy.

He steadied himself, hovering in mid-air, and stared at the menacing swordsman, then let out a sneer.

"Am I stubborn?"

"Am I so sinful?"

"Hahaha, you bald monk are quite amusing."

"If we're talking about killing, you've probably taken more lives than I've eaten meals."

"The devil is in Buddhism, not me, hahaha."

Upon hearing this, the clanging of swords in the heavens and earth became even more piercing.

The sword monk walked step by step, stepping on the light, exuding an overwhelming sense of oppression.

He remained expressionless and slowly said, "Demon, you're too attached to appearances."

"Throughout my life, I have never killed for the sake of killing, but only to protect people."

"Killing is to protect life; killing karma is not killing people."

"By slaying one demon, I can prevent many more innocent people from being harmed."

"This is a great merit, great perseverance, and great wisdom."

The sword monk had barely finished speaking...

Zhuge Huowang's eyes flashed with a sinister light, and he seized the opportunity to make a fierce move.

He doesn't make a move unless he's absolutely sure of it, but when he does, it's a deadly strike... soul-stirring and bone-melting!
The next moment, a mesmerizing wind swept through the Enchanting Ridge in the blessed land.

A captivating wind emanated from the body, causing the heavens and earth to change color and the sun and moon to lose their light.

Upon seeing this, the sword monk frowned almost imperceptibly, and a radiant light emanated from his body, protecting him.

At this moment, it stands out most brightly in the sky and on the ground.

However, Zhuge Huowang's Soul-Stealing Bone-Corroding Strike was not so simple.

This move is all-pervasive and unstoppable.

In just a moment, the sword monk was caught off guard.

"Ah~ My lord, come and catch me!"

"The sword monk has rendered meritorious service in eliminating demons and deserves great merit. From now on, the sword monk shall be the head of the Buddha."

“Young swordsman, I am the Great Sun Heavenly Venerable. Today you have attained Venerable status through the way of the sword. With such great perseverance, the title of Buddha Venerable should rightfully be yours.”

Before the sword monk's eyes, countless scenes appeared.

There were eight thousand fairies, naked and dressed in flamboyant attire.

There is a Pure Land Arhat who, because of his merit in eliminating demons, is revered as the head of the entire Buddhist community.

He revered the Great Sun Deity, who, through great perseverance and wisdom, attained the title of Sword Master and willingly relinquished the title of Buddha.

Everything here is an irresistible and captivating attraction.

The sword monk was powerless to resist and instantly became completely absorbed in it, unable to extricate himself.

What he didn't know was...

At this very moment, his body and soul are suffering unimaginable torment.

His soul, under the cutting force of the ecstasy wind, gradually dispersed and disintegrated.

His body and bones were rotting, and his life was rapidly slipping away.

In less than a moment...

The once spirited and elegant sword monk has transformed into a decaying, maggot-infested, and frail old man, half-buried in the ground.

This is the terrifying aspect of Zhuge Huowang's attack—its soul-stirring and bone-melting power!
This deadly move was created by Zhuge Huowang based on the natural wonder of Xiaohun Ridge.

The two kinds of ecstasy and ecstasy coexist, with completely different effects.

First, the extreme pain.

Once struck by this attack, even a god cannot save you; your soul will scatter, your bones will rot, and the pain will be unimaginable.

Secondly, ultimate joy.

It can ensnare people into the ultimate temptation, making them unable to extricate themselves and allowing them to enjoy endless pleasure.

The combination of extreme pain and extreme pleasure is an intoxicating and soul-stirring experience!
Often, those who fall victim to this attack perish completely before they even regain consciousness.

Zhuge Huowang's move was so deadly and effective that it had killed countless people.

Many mushroom immortals in the heavens have perished in the northwest under this move, their lives and cultivations extinguished.

Zhuge Huowang stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the wind.

He coldly observed the sword monk's miserable state and uttered a soft voice.

"Ha, Buddhist sword monks are nothing special..."

(End of this chapter)