Mushroom Man

Chapter 289 Murderous Intent Appears, Wu De Dies!

"presumptuous!"

These words enraged the group of Northern Sea Demonic Immortals, who abruptly stood up.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the arena became extremely oppressive, and a murderous intent suddenly spread.

These demonic mushroom immortals from the North Sea have come to attend the birthday banquet.

Actually, they wanted to invite Yuan Tu Laozu to come out of seclusion, restore the Eight Banners of Beihai, and redivide Beihai.

In this way, they can also have a bite of meat and a sip of soup.

But if Ancestor Yuan Tu joins the Holy Sect, then the Northern Sea Demonic Path will have nothing to do with them.

Ancestor Yuan Tu is a true member of the Northern Sea Demonic Path, and his seniority is extremely high, far surpassing even the current three giants of the Northern Sea.

If the Holy Church were to win them over, wouldn't that be a slap in the face to the Northern Sea Demonic Path?
"Ancestor Yuan Tu, you must not trust this traitor of the Holy Cult!"

"You have been shrouded in seclusion for a long time and are unaware of the shady dealings within this Holy Religion that emerged in later generations."

"This boy's invitation to join his sect is malicious; his intentions are despicable!"

"We beg Ancestor Yuan Tu to take action and kill this villain, lest he ruin your birthday celebration."

The group of demonic mushroom immortals exchanged glances and spoke up in unison, criticizing Zhuge Huowang.

Zhuge Huowang narrowed his eyes, smiling but saying nothing.

Just at this moment...

The sound of Abi came again from outside the temple.

"The Black Heavenly Immortal and the Unlucky Taoist have arrived!"

Upon hearing this, everyone racked their brains and realized they did not recognize the person.

Clearly, this is an unknown guy.

They didn't pay any attention to it; their focus was entirely on Ancestor Yuan Tu.

It seemed they wanted to see what Yuan Tu Lao Zu's attitude was towards Zhuge Huo Wang.

"boom!"

The old ancestor Yuan Tu, who was drinking alone, seemed to be suffering from dementia, his hands and feet sluggish.

He lost his grip and smashed the wine cup in his hand.

In an instant, everyone present felt a murderous intent that penetrated to the bone.

Everyone's expression changed drastically, and they felt a chill run down their spines.

"Getting old, getting old..."

"You can't deny getting old..."

Yuan Tu Patriarch spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and his face showing regret.

It's unclear whether he was lamenting the loss of the wine cup or something else entirely.

Only then did he seem to come to his senses, and his gaze fell on Zhuge Huowang.

"Young man, today is my birthday, and I only wish to drink and make merry, and have no interest in discussing anything else."

"Standing is tiring, let's sit down."

As Yuan Tu Lao Zu finished speaking.

Sweat began to bead on Zhuge Huowang's forehead.

At this moment, he could clearly feel that murderous intent still lingering in his heart.

"Thank you for the seat, Ancestor Yuan Tu."

Zhuge Huowang cupped his hands in greeting, decisively found a seat, and plopped down.

In an instant, that murderous intent vanished.

The rest of the group were no better off than Zhuge Huowang.

They were all covered in sweat, shrouded in a murderous aura.

Now that Ancestor Yuan Tu has spoken, there's nothing they can do no matter how unwilling they are.

The group of demonic mushroom fairies exchanged glances, then suppressed their anger and sat back down.

Just as they sat down, the Taoist priest walked in.

In an instant, he sensed that something was amiss in the atmosphere.

An indescribable killing intent hung in the air, making it hard to breathe.

The Taoist priest's expression changed slightly, wondering if he had broken some taboo.

"Master, this place is terrifying."

'I am the successor of the Formless lineage; if they find out, we'll definitely be in big trouble.'

'Maybe we should just leave...'

Even Hua Youque, who was hiding in the blessed land of the Taoist priest, could see what was happening outside.

His face showed worry, and he couldn't help but try to comfort his master.

"I've come here this time to broaden your horizons and to curry favor with those who have powerful connections."

'If we just leave like this, what kind of situation is that?'

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

The Taoist priest's thoughts reached the blessed land, and his expression remained unchanged.

He braced himself, enduring the pressure of the murderous intent, and respectfully bowed to Ancestor Yuan Tu.

"This junior, Daoist Mei, has come to offer my birthday wishes to Ancestor Yuan Tu."

May the Ancestor Yuan Tu live ten thousand years!

Upon hearing this, Ancestor Yuan Tu looked down at the slightly uneasy Taoist below.

He laughed heartily, and his aged, hoarse voice followed.

"May you live ten thousand years?"

"Very well, very well, I like the idea of ​​longevity."

"Young man, please take your seats. Let's continue the music and the drinking."

As soon as the Old Ancestor Yuan Tu finished speaking, the killing intent in the arena vanished without a trace, as if everything that had just happened was nothing but an illusion.

Immediately afterwards, music began to play.

The solemn expressions on everyone's faces eased slightly, and they resumed their drinking and chatting as if nothing had happened.

'My disciple, see? Aren't you alright?'

"This is the first lesson I'm teaching you: don't panic when things happen, and don't lose your composure."

The Taoist priest breathed a sigh of relief and whispered softly to himself.

He looked around and finally chose an empty seat.

As luck would have it, this spot is right next to Zhuge Huowang.

"Fellow Daoist, shall we have a drink together?"

Zhuge Huowang acted as if nothing had happened, as if he wasn't the one who had just caused trouble. He carelessly raised his wine cup and leaned towards the unlucky Taoist.

The Taoist Master Mei was a sixth-level mushroom immortal who had just ascended to immortality in recent years, and he was not sensitive to the Holy Sect.

Furthermore, Zhuge Huowang was very 'low-key', having concealed his seventh-level cultivation early on. At first glance, one could not tell his cultivation level at all.

For a moment, the Taoist priest did not recognize Zhuge Huowang, and thought that the guy sitting in the corner with him was also a rogue cultivator.

"Easy to say, easy to say..."

"Fellow Daoist, could it be that you've also heard of the name of Ancestor Yuan Tu and have come here to make your acquaintance?"

When the Taoist priest saw that Zhuge Huowang was handsome and pleasing to the eye, he immediately felt a good impression of him.

After sharing a drink with him, he couldn't help but ask a question out of curiosity.

Upon hearing this, Zhuge Huowang nodded with a smile without hesitation.

"It seems that you and I are kindred spirits."

"In Beihai today, who doesn't know him? If we can gain the favor of this Yuan Tu Ancestor, we will definitely benefit greatly."

"I have gone to great lengths to impress Ancestor Yuan Tu and have prepared a lot of birthday gifts."

"I wonder what birthday gift you've prepared, my friend?"

When the Taoist heard that the two had the same goal, his goodwill towards them increased even more.

He laughed heartily and said with a hint of pride, "I heard that Ancestor Yuan Tu is a Blood Dao Immortal, so I specially sought out a sixth-rank Blood Dao Immortal material to please him."

"I plan to give it to Ancestor Yuan Tu later as a token of my appreciation."

"I suppose you are in a similar situation to me, fellow Daoist?"

A sixth-level Blood Dao Immortal Herb?
Damn, he's a penniless bastard!
Zhuge Huowang's thoughts flashed by in an instant, but his expression remained unchanged as he chuckled and laughed it off.

"Pretty much, pretty much the same, haha..."

……

Meanwhile, the blessed land of Tsukago.

"Boom~"

As the last strange tree fell.

In an instant, the entire Whispering Forest was reduced to bare ground.

"Finally finished chopping. I hope I didn't miss Master's appointed time."

Wu De wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a long sigh.

He looked at the mountain of strange trees, waved his hand, and used the storage mushrooms given to him by his master to collect them all.

In fact, if Zhuge Huowang wanted to present the Whispering Forest as a birthday gift to Yuan Tu Laozu, he wouldn't have needed to go through all this trouble.

Without Wu De's futile effort in cutting down trees, Zhuge Huowang could simply move the entire Whispering Forest out of the blessed land in the blink of an eye.

Zhuge Huowang went to such lengths simply to punish Wu De and temper his character.

Wu De wasn't stupid; he naturally understood this simple truth.

Therefore, during this period, in order to make a good impression on his master, he worked very diligently and did not slack off at all.

Finally, they finished clearing the Whispering Forest before the deadline set by Zhuge Huowang.

"Humph!"

"Once I win back my master's favor and reclaim my status as his beloved disciple, I will definitely humiliate that little beast properly."

"I refuse to believe I'm inferior to that little beast!"

Wu De muttered to himself, clenching his fist.

He felt a surge of displeasure whenever he thought of Wu Liang.

However, Wu De also knew that he could not possibly defeat Wu Liang in the present day.

So he quickly regained his composure and turned to call out to Zhuge Huowang to test the results.

But at this moment...

A cold, indifferent, and emotionless voice drifted into his ears.

"The ultimate move—the separation of nine generations."

Wu De was startled when he heard the voice.

Before he could even react, his heart began pounding wildly as if out of control.

next moment!
Wu Deru was struck hard, and blood instantly flowed from his seven orifices.

Pain! An indescribable pain!
Pain originating from his very blood enveloped him like a tidal wave.

Wu De's eyes widened, and before he could even cry for help, he died on the spot.

Just hear a "plop" sound!
His body lay on the ground, his eyes lifeless, his death swift and decisive.

It won’t take long…

Wu De's soul then left his body.

At this moment, he was still confused and bewildered, not even knowing what was going on.

"Am I... dead?"

Wu De looked down at his extremely illusory soul, then at the corpse lying on the ground, and couldn't help but feel bewildered.

He vaguely sensed a call from the road to the underworld.

All of this proves that he is dead.

"No! No, no, no..."

"I don't want to die!"

"I have not yet become an immortal, nor have I enjoyed all the riches and honors."

"Women, wealth, power—I have nothing yet. How can I just die like this, without any explanation?"

"I don't want to go to the underworld! I won't go, I won't go!"

Wu De's face showed terror, and he let out a hysterical, silent scream.

He didn't want to go to the underworld, not only because he was afraid of dying, but also because he didn't know how to face his parents.

It should be noted that Wu De was so afraid of death that he ignored his parents' desperate pleas and personally shielded them in front of him.

This led to them being forced to endure the wrath of the family members who had divided the property, resulting in their tragic deaths on the spot.

If he were to die now, what if he were to see his parents again...?

Thinking of this, Wu De's fear intensified.

However, whether he goes to the underworld or not is not up to him.

The allure of the road to the underworld gradually clouded his consciousness.

Seeing that he was about to lose consciousness, he instinctively embarked on the road to the underworld.

At that moment...

Wu Liang's figure slowly appeared on the ground...

(End of this chapter)