Chapter 434

Leave our tribe's territory.

Afterwards, he no longer looked at them, leading the hunting party to turn and leave.

Boss, do you really believe these mushroom-heads have nothing to do with the previous Kuma tribe?

Teng Qian hurried over to his boss, unable to hold back, and asked.

Even with my intelligence, I find many doubts; these mushroom-heads look strange.

They claim to be traveling, so why are they sneaking around?

Yuan Lang finally turned his head at those words and glanced at him: 'You at least have some self-awareness; though your intelligence isn't great, you can still see some problems.'

These people probably came with the Kuma tribe, but whether they followed the Kuma tribe into the deep forest is unknown.

If these people are also after the ferocious beast's crystal core...

The peace of the Polar Forest probably won't last long.

You mean these people might also have come for the crystal core?

Teng Qian's voice even changed a bit.

I can't rule out that possibility.

Yuan Lang didn't hide it either; although it's only his speculation, it's not impossible.

Teng Qian's teeth gritted: 'What are we waiting for? Let's go back and kill them now.'

Yuan Lang gave him a deep look, then, as if his eyes hurt, turned his head and vanished in a few flashes from everyone's sight: 'I overestimated you.'

After their boss's silhouette disappeared, all the Beastman Warriors stopped in unison, then looked at the somewhat dazed Teng Qian with mixed feelings.

Brothers, what did the boss just mean? I feel like he's looking down on me.

Teng Kun glanced at his brother whose intellect was offline, and rubbed his forehead with a headache.

It's rare for him to have such self-awareness.

A Beastman Warrior stepped forward and put an arm around Teng Qian's shoulder: 'Didn't you hear where those people said they came from?'

Teng Qian picked his nose: 'I heard, Yun Wu Shan Mai, another super... super... damn!'

He let out a weird 'ao' shout and jumped far away: 'Those mushroom-heads are also from the super tribe!'

The Beastmen slapped his shoulder, each delivering a blow that nearly knocked Teng Qian flat: 'You still want to kill them? Brother, we still have some self-awareness; in the past you could only be pressed to the ground and rubbed.'

Teng Qian: 'Can't you give me some face?'

The Beastman rubbed his nose: 'This isn't about face; I said you used to slaughter everywhere, do you yourself believe that?'

Teng Qian: 'I...'

Damn it, why do I feel so awful.

Those mushroom-heads are surely up to no good on our territory; let's go find Shaman Sir Wu Yue and deal with them.

When Wu Yue was mentioned, the Beastman Warriors' eyes lit up.

Even if the great shaman of that super tribe came, he wouldn't be a match for our Shaman Sir Wu Yue; the Kuma tribe's shaman sir would be scared stiff upon seeing Shaman Sir Wu Yue.

Hehe, that's not it; I saw his legs shaking...

The Beastmen said this while chasing after the deep forest where Yuan Lang vanished; each time they went out, the boss would go alone to hunt for Shaman Sir Wu Yue, and they had grown accustomed to it.

After the Beastman Warriors' silhouettes disappeared for a moment, this place, which had just been quiet for a short while, again echoed with a rustling sound.

One by one, people wearing mushroom headgear rose from the thicket on one side.

Shaman Sir Wu Yue? Sounds like a female name.

A soft, delicate voice suddenly sounded; its childish tone was somewhat out of place in this deep forest where only mighty Beastman Warriors dare to roam.

Shaman, shouldn't we be focusing on the strength of this Shaman Sir Wu Yue?

This time the speaker was the burly Beastman who had just spoken with Yuan Lang.

At this moment, his arm was slightly bent, and a smaller female sat on his muscular arm, looking like a young cub.

I said, how could the Kuma tribe's idiots abandon such a great benefit? Turns out they ran into an existence they couldn't provoke; hehe, I really want to see what that foolish healing shaman looked like back then.

The petite female's words were full of schadenfreude.

The burly Beastman looked speechlessly at the shaman sitting on his arm: 'Is this really something to be happy about?'

Our strength is about the same as the Kuma tribe's; any existence capable of driving them away is also something we can't afford to provoke.

The petite shaman rolled her eyes, speechlessly patting the burly Beastman's head: 'Really stupid; we're not the Kuma tribe's idiots, yet we insist on taking their whole Polar Forest territory.'

We're just sneaking into the deep forest to hunt ferocious beasts; such a vast place, they wouldn't notice.

The burly Beastman, hearing that, said nothing more, merely glanced once more at the direction the Snow Tiger Tribe Beastman Warriors had left, then led his tribe away.

After Tongzi had pored over a large amount of data, he still hadn't found a possible cause for the Beastmen's drowsiness.

Wu Yue returned home and immediately called for Tongzi: 'Come out and see what this mushroom is; the Beastman Warriors who went out looking for things said this mushroom is what caused them to fall asleep.'

Tongzi heard his host's voice, immediately emerged from the system space, and entered his own plump Lan Pangzi's body.

Wu Yue held him and set him on the table, then opened the jar she had brought back, picking out a mushroom and placing it on a green leaf.

Just as the mushroom, still somewhat lime‑colored after being picked, was placed on the large leaf, it instantly turned transparent.

Tongzi's round eyes widened instantly: 'Awesome! I've only heard of chameleons before; this is the first time I've seen an invisible mushroom—could it be a mutation?'

Wu Yue shook her head: 'We don't know exactly what it is, but just now the Beastman Warriors used a mouse in an experiment, and the mouse fell asleep suddenly even before getting near the mushroom.'

Upon hearing that, Tongzi plopped onto the table, one paw on his hip, the other touching his chin, then took out a pair of goggles from his space and put them on his eyes.

Damn it!

The next moment, the previously calm Lan Pangzi, as if seeing a ghost, let out an 'ao' and jumped off the table.

Wu Yue didn't know what had happened, but her legs cooperated and she jumped back a bit.

Then she looked at Tongzi with an anxious expression: 'What's going on?'

Tongzi gulped hard, took off the goggles from his eyes, and handed them to his foolish host: 'Well, you'd better be careful; this thing looks kinda scary.'

Wu Yue looked at that mushroom again—if the mushroom turned transparent, is it still a mushroom?

Could it possibly grow hands?

While muttering, she swiftly put on the goggles.

The next second, her legs went weak; she forced herself back a few steps and plopped onto the edge of the kang.

"What the heck is this! An alien?"

After putting on the goggles, the world before her eyes was a pale red; she saw that the formerly plump, cute transparent mushroom now had countless tendrils flying and twining.

"Host, please wait a moment."

Tongzi, his legs a little weak, said that, then turned and ran out of the house; moments later he brought back a chicken.

The chicken was tied with grass vines and hung on a wooden stick; Tongzi slowly brought the chicken near the transparent mushroom.

When the distance was less than a palm's width, the tendrils seemed to sense the chicken's presence, and with a whoosh they surged up and wrapped the whole chicken.

Those tendrils kept writhing, as if they were sucking something from the chicken and continuously swallowing it, utterly terrifying.

In the blink of an eye, the chicken that had just been struggling became still.

And when Tongzi dragged the chicken back, those tendrils slowly detached from the chicken's body and continued to float in the air.

"Host, these mushrooms can absorb the mental energy of nearby living beings, which is why they fell into a coma; as long as the mental energy is replenished, those few clanspeople will wake up."

Wu Yue, hearing this, couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air: 'Damn chicken, it can actually absorb mental energy; if it's drained dry, wouldn't that make one an idiot?'

Tongzi gave her a look of 'how can you be so naive': 'If one's mental power is sucked dry, they'd probably end up worse than an idiot.'

Even an idiot knows to eat, drink, and use the toilet, and when in a bad mood they'll howl twice.

Wu Yue also seemed to think of this, looking at Tongzi: 'How do we release the mental energy in this mushroom?'

"It's not that hard—what you eat is what you supplement; just make a soup from this mushroom and let those people drink it."

Now that she knew the solution, Wu Yue didn't hesitate; she immediately took the mushroom and went to the kitchen.

As for mushroom soup, it's practically the easiest thing to make.

After Wu Yue brought the mushroom soup to the treatment room and told two females to feed the three, she went to notify the beastman warrior who was to inform the Xuehu Wu; only then did he return, with the Xuehu Wu hurrying behind him.

"Yue, you said this mushroom can absorb human mental energy?"

The Xuehu Wu said, somewhat frightened.

You know, mental energy is extremely important for us shamans; the stronger one's mental power, the greater their potential.

Thinking of how he had just been about to reach out and touch it, the Xuehu Wu broke into a cold sweat—goddamn, it's too terrifying.

Wu Yue looked at the mushroom in the jar, suddenly thought of something, and quietly asked her own Tongzi: 'If I drink the soup made from this mushroom, will my mental energy be strengthened?'

Tongzi glanced at her: 'You're probably just daydreaming; this mushroom's absorption of human mental energy is not specific—it can absorb many people's mental energy at once; taking in such mixed energy, you'd probably want to reincarnate sooner.'

"But..."

Before Wu Yue could back out, Tongzi's words took a little turn.

That hesitant little expression made Wu Yue suddenly think of her own little points.

She gave Tongzi, whose small face was drooling as he looked at her, a wary look: 'What's that look? Do you need points again?'

Tongzi's small eyes gleamed: 'Just eliminate all the emotions and memories in the mushroom, and you only need a strand of Thousand Grass Vine—you can't lose buying it, you can't be fooled; a vine with seven melons... cough cough... seven mushrooms, absolutely worth it.'

Wu Yue looked at the image of the Thousand Grass Vine pulled up by Tongzi in the system mall, studied it from all sides, confirmed with her eyes—this thing is just an ordinary vine.

'Tongzi, how does this vine purify the mushroom's mental power? This thing is so expensive; making food once and using it once, I'll go bankrupt sooner or later—I might as well just meditate.'

That price is outright robbery—two hundred points for a single vine, robbery?

"Host, don't complain about the price; as long as you put this together with the mushroom that absorbs mental power, it can be used repeatedly."

Then you can put the Thousand Grass Vine into the jar holding the mushroom; whenever you want to replenish mental energy, just take out the mushroom and make food—the vine will continue to purify the remaining mushroom.

Wu Yue's eyes lit up—this could work.

A few drowsy clanspeople woke up the next day; at night, while eating, the Snow Tiger clan chief deliberately gathered all the clanspeople, including the mid- and small-tribe folks who came to work, onto the clearing and explained how terrifying these mushrooms are.

"So when you see this kind of mushroom, never get close; use a stick to pick it up, put it in a jar, bring it back to the shaman or the shaman's wife, don't just throw it away."

Meanwhile, Wu Yue had already placed the Thousand Grass Vine into a very exquisite pottery jar, which still contained a few mushrooms.

"'Best to put it at the altar; I've noticed that whenever the tribespeople pass the altar, they always pray reverently, and they're not allowed to approach the altar casually, so there's no need to worry about danger.'

Tongzi nodded: 'That really is the best place; this mushroom may be miraculous, but it's also indeed very dangerous.'

But to approach the altar, even Wu Yue needs to get prior permission from the shaman.

Wu Yue also didn't hide the mushroom's purpose; when the Xuehu Wu learned that the mushroom also helps people boost mental energy, his little eyes sparkled.

He rubbed his hands, looking expectantly at Wu Yue: 'Such a good thing, of course there's no problem, but... hehe...'

While laughing, he took out the small jar he had previously been allotted: 'Let's put those mushrooms I was allotted in as well.'

"The mental energy inside the mushroom must be purified by a herb called Thousand Grass Vine before we can absorb it; otherwise the harm will be great."

The Xuehu Wu nodded: 'I'll entrust the Thousand Grass Vine to you; later, putting it in the jar will be my responsibility.'

Wu Yue:...

Hehe, Shaman, your face is getting bigger and bigger.

Finally, the Xuehu Wu, as wished, managed to put a strand of Thousand Grass Vine into his own small jar; afterwards, his old face broke into a grin like a chrysanthemum as he walked away holding two small jars.

Meanwhile, in the forest, the petite shaman was sitting in the brawny beastman's arms, reaching up to pluck a mushroom from his head and began to munch on it, fragrant and delicious.

"Ah, there aren't many mushrooms left; we need to head back before they're all used up—I don't want to eat anything besides mushrooms."

While chomping away with munching sounds, the petite shaman complained on and on.

The brawny beastman holding her lowered his gaze, gave her a leisurely look, then tore off a strip of fresh game meat and, quicker than you can cover your ears, shoved it into her mouth.

"Then you'd better eat more meat."