Mushroom Man

Chapter 285 Everything is ready, all we need is the east wind

"not enough……"

Wu Liang shook his head, dissatisfied with the situation.

Three days of non-stop mushroom refining only allowed him to digest a very small portion of the Blood River Ancestor's Blood Dao Realm.

Now, he is just one step away from becoming a Blood Dao Master.

If he can successfully digest the Blood River Ancestor's Blood Dao realm, even if Blood Dao mushroom materials are scarce, he is confident that he can easily refine a large handful of Blood Dao mushrooms.

As a result, he actually spent so much effort to refine two third-level bloodline mushrooms, which was truly embarrassing.

However, compared to Wu Liang before, he has indeed made great progress.

After all, his previous success rate in refining third-stage mushrooms was less than 50%.

Now, he has a success rate of 60-70%, and can even compete with Yan Zhaodi who doesn't have any cultivation mushrooms.

Of course, this only applies to Blood Path Mushrooms. If it were any other mushroom, he still couldn't compare to a cultivation genius like Yan Zhaodi.

"From now on, I can't just work hard on my own anymore."

"Yan Zhaodi has rested long enough; it's time for her to continue dedicating herself to the great cause of mushroom culturing."

Just as Wu Liang was filled with thoughts and ideas, sorting out his next plan.

Bone Master had already refined his true energy and immediately activated the Lonely Mushroom towards him.

In an instant, loneliness surged into his heart, and an unspeakable pain found itself in Wu Liang with ease.

Wu Liang was not afraid but rather pleased, and gave a smug smile.

"Hahaha, good time!"

"Continue, it's not enough. Quickly feed me with loneliness!"

……

In the blink of an eye, half a month later.

The blessed land of the tomb, the soul-stirring ridge.

A white bone tree grew strong, bearing huge bitter fruits.

Bitter fruits swayed in the wind, emitting a bitter and unpleasant smell.

Wu Liang sat cross-legged under the white bone tree, slowly opened his eyes, and then waved his hand.

Third job advancement - Blood Hand Mushroom!

The next moment, a scarlet blood hand appeared and grabbed all the bitter fruits off the tree.

Without exception, all these bitter fruits ended up in Wu Liang's mouth.

About half an hour later...

As Wu Liang digested all these bitter fruits, his soul experienced an unprecedented surge!
A surge! A dramatic increase! A massive increase!

The chilling aura emanating from Wu Liang's entire body rose higher and higher at this moment.

at last……

His soul grew to a certain limit.

That chilling aura instantly spread out.

Bone Master, who was watching from a distance, saw this scene and his eyes flickered with ghostly fire, and he was extremely excited.

"Hahaha, it's done! It's finally done!"

"The Special Envoy has finally achieved the Thousand Souls, and now I no longer need to refine my true energy day and night."

When Gu Zhenren thought that he could finally rest, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

During this period, no one could imagine the hardships he endured.

For more than half a month, he didn't even have time to stop and rest.

Whether it's day or night, I spend every moment refining my true energy.

Even though he was a zombie and no longer needed to sleep, he still inevitably felt tired.

This kind of exhaustion does not come from the body, but from the soul.

Sleep helps calm the soul, while prolonged lack of sleep can make the soul unstable and thoughts dull.

The soul of the Bone Immortal was extremely fragile to begin with.

After this period of torment, the two will-o'-the-wisps in his eyes, which symbolized his soul, had become dim and lifeless.

If this continues, he'll work himself to death.

In order for Wu Liang to achieve the goal of creating a thousand souls, Master Gu had already burned himself out, which was truly benevolent and loyal.

at the same time……

Compared to Gu Zhenren's excitement, Wu Liang appeared calm and composed.

"Cough cough cough, you're making a fuss over nothing."

Wu Liang glanced at Bone Master and shook his head.

Upon hearing Wu Liang's cough, Gu Zhenren's joy vanished completely.

His face showed concern as he looked at Wu Liang and said, "Your Excellency, your health..."

Following Gu Zhenren's gaze, one could see that Wu Liang was now extremely weak.

Originally, he was handsome, dashing, and elegant, like a beautiful young man.

However, now, her once long, flowing hair has turned completely white, the dry white hair resembling wild grass, making it unbearable to look at.

At the same time, Wu Liang also developed many age spots and wrinkles on his body.

In less than a month, he seemed to have transformed from a teenager into an old man with one foot in the grave.

This is the effect of the Heavenly Dao Mark, which symbolizes longevity, dissipating completely from his physical body.

But at this moment...

Even though his physical body had decayed, Wu Liang's eyes still shone brightly, and his spirit remained unaffected.

The decay of the physical body does not affect the soul.

As Wu Liang continued to strengthen his spirit, he was now able to maintain a mind far more clear and active than that of a young person, even before his lifespan ended.

"It doesn't matter..."

"He only has two days left to live."

Wu Liang waved his hand dismissively, his voice hoarse.

That's right, after more than half a month of soul-strengthening.

His lifespan is finally coming to an end; he has at most two more days to live.

Two days later, he will die on the spot due to the exhaustion of his lifespan.

However… Wu Liang’s mind stirred, and his soul manifested.

The next moment, he saw his own soul.

Wu Liang's soul appeared as a dark blue color, ethereal and bloated, and looked extremely eerie.

At first glance, it looks like a fat, fleshy mountain that could burst open at any moment, exuding a chilling aura.

At this moment, the light manifested, making the surrounding temperature exceptionally cool.

While Wu Liang's soul may be inferior in quality to that of the Wu clan chief's human soul, it is nearly equal in quantity.

Without exception, they were all the souls of a thousand people!

In less than a month, Wu Liang traversed a path that others might take twenty years to complete.

What is the concept of a thousand souls?
It should be noted that a Slave Mushroom Master with the souls of a hundred people can already control tens of thousands of mushroom beasts.

The thousand souls are even more terrifying. If Wu Liang were a Slave Dao Mushroom Master, he could easily control tens of thousands of mushroom beasts and create a beast tide.

"Now, before Zhuge Huowang's birthday celebration, I have successfully achieved the goal of having a thousand souls."

"As soon as the time is right, I can immediately begin my escape plan."

"Two days is more than enough..."

Wu Liang's thoughts flashed by in an instant. He stood with his hands behind his back and casually dismissed Bone Master, telling him to rest well.

After Master Gu withdrew to rest, he immediately went into the Demon Suppression Tower.

At this very moment, inside the Demon Suppression Tower.

Yan Zhaodi was sweating profusely and exhausted as she worked on the mushrooms.

Finally, after she added over a hundred drops of silver liquid, the last blood fungus took shape.

"Finally finished refining..."

Yan Zhaodi held the blood fungus and let out a long breath.

This is the eighth mushroom she has cultivated in this period of time.

I have to prepare the mushrooms almost every two days.

Making mushrooms is extremely taxing on one's energy and spirit. It takes two days to make one mushroom, and it's not even the kind of mushrooms grown in a pot, but ordinary mushrooms that have been processed once or twice.

It's easy to imagine the immense pressure this put on Yan Zhaodi.

Hell, absolute hell!

When Yan Zhaodi thought about what she had experienced these past few days, she couldn't help but feel like crying.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry..."

"At least this period of time has proven that the master is still the same master, still the same as before, who likes to exploit me."

Yan Zhaodi patted her chest, talking to herself and comforting herself.

Just then, Wu Liang appeared behind her and overheard her muttering.

"Oh?"

What did you just say about me?

Wu Liang suddenly spoke, startling Yan Zhaodi.

'Ugh! Why does Master always appear like a ghost, so silently? It's so embarrassing!'

Yan Zhaodi cursed inwardly.

She quickly put on a shy face and turned back to look at Wu Liang with feigned surprise.

"Owner!"

"You've finally arrived! Zhao Di missed you so much!"

"Hehe, Zhao Di didn't say anything just now, she definitely didn't say anything bad about her master."

Upon hearing this blatant admission of guilt, Wu Liang's face darkened.

He glanced at Yan Zhaodi, having no intention of joking with her, and immediately said in a deep voice, "Alright, stop fooling around."

"How are your preparations going with the mushrooms I entrusted to you for refining?"

When Yan Zhaodi heard that her master didn't care about her speaking ill of her, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

For some reason, ever since that day, her master has always instilled in her a strange sense of awe.

This explains why the owner behaved no differently than before during this period.

Otherwise, she would have suspected that the evil thing called 'Formless Will' had returned.

"Master, don't you trust Zhao Di to handle things?"

"Hehe, Zhao Di has lived up to expectations and has already refined it for Master!"

With a grin, Yan Zhaodi handed over all eight three-stage mushrooms to Wu Liang.

"good very good."

"Zhao Di did a good job this time."

"Once this matter is resolved, if I am able to overcome this crisis, I will find a way for you to be reborn and escape the Demon Suppression Tower."

Wu Liang accepted the mushrooms and didn't hold back his praise.

He even went so far as to make a grand promise.

And this big pie was exactly what Yan Zhaodi had been dreaming of.

"Well……"

"Master is so good to Zhao Di, Zhao Di is so touched..."

After eating the flatbread, Yan Zhaodi forgot all the fatigue she had endured earlier, and instantly felt refreshed and deeply moved.

"Hmm... You can leave now and get some rest."

Wu Liang's expression was strange, and his tone was inscrutable.

Yan Zhaodi's obedience to everything he said was something he could hardly bear to look at.

Fortunately, Wu Liang no longer feels guilty.

He quickly looked away and casually dismissed him.

As for Zhaodi, although she still wanted to talk and chat with her master, she was indeed too tired.

She could only agree and retreat, preparing to find a place to lie down and sleep.

After she left, Wu Liang turned his attention to the three-stage mushrooms that Yan Zhaodi had been cultivating for him.

With a casual flick of his wrist, he picked out a grotesque, grayish-white mushroom.

This mushroom is none other than the Three-Turn Soul Path Mushroom... the Vengeful Ghost Mushroom.

(End of this chapter)