Chapter 469: Drunken Mushrooms, Snatching Back the Sacred Artifact of the Agriculture God

Inside the Lady's Dream.

It remained dim and tranquil here, with a small stream formed of Memory Water flowing slowly, emitting a crisp, tinkling sound as it crossed over stones and tree roots.

But Jier noticed something wrong the moment he entered.

A smell of ale.

At the same time, the Treatment Mushrooms under Jier's feet no longer had their usual vigor; they were limp and swaying, completely unable to support Jier's standing or their own weight.

"What's going on? No, I should have expected this. %..." Jier cursed in a Chinese he rarely used nowadays, careful not to crush the Treatment Mushrooms underfoot, and shuffled bit by bit onto the adjacent ground.

Sniffing, Jier could smell the distinct scent of ale. Squatting down to take a closer look at these Treatment Mushrooms that had performed meritorious service many times, Jier discovered that these mushrooms were one by one limp, as if they were drunk.

"No way, mushrooms can drink too? They're better suited for brewing." Jier muttered, poking the drunken Treatment Mushrooms with his hand, only to find that the one he poked shivered once, then wilted completely, unable to recover.

As for the other mushrooms, they swayed and seeped some ale from their caps, seemingly unable to hold it, 'vomiting' out some ale they couldn't digest.

"Truly a bunch of drunkard mushrooms; mushrooms planted by a drunkard Spirit would naturally be drunkard mushrooms." Jier complained, looking up at the darkness at the top of the Forest, and said to the Lady, who he didn't know could hear his complaints: "Look at this, what kind of fellow did you send to assist me? Drunk like this, can they still perform treatments?"

Jier didn't know, so he experimented. He slightly drew his Hunting Sword, and after removing the armor Glove from his right hand, Jier brought his palm slightly close to the blade of the Hunting Sword.

But his Hunting Sword was unwilling to harm its master and voluntarily retracted into the Sword Sheath; no matter how Jier pulled, he couldn't draw it out.

"Fine, everyone is working against me." Jier exhaled, rubbed his palm against the Heart Fire Dagger, and slightly sliced a small cut.

Afterward, Jier placed his slightly injured palm onto the drunken Treatment Mushroom at his feet to see if they could still provide treatment in their current drunken state.

Shaking his right hand, the mushroom didn't react. Jier then used his hand to vigorously pat the drunken mushroom, still no reaction; because of the patting, the mushroom under Jier's hand even 'vomited' a puddle of ale and wilted completely.

"Great, drank another one into a stupor!" Jier let out a strange cry, then used his hand to pat other mushrooms.

As it turned out, several in a row were all swaying left and right, looking dazed, completely unable to exert any treatment ability.

Just when Jier felt the experiment was finished and he couldn't count on these drunken mushrooms, a drop of blood flowed from the wound on his right palm due to his shaking. After the blood dripped onto the cap of the dazed, drunken Treatment Mushroom, this mushroom gave a start and suddenly stiffened.

"Oh, a reaction. So you only work when you see blood." Just as Jier was talking to himself, the cap on top of this Treatment Mushroom emitted a fluorescent light with mysterious patterns; the light was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, and this stiffened Treatment Mushroom also stretched its cap, trying hard to reach toward Jier's injured right hand.

Jier wanted to lift his hand to tease this drunken mushroom, but he didn't expect that as soon as the mushroom's cap lit up, Jier's injured right hand was forcibly sucked onto the mushroom's cap by a suction force from nowhere.

No matter how hard Jier tried, his right hand could not be pulled away from the mushroom's cap, and even when he utilized his Life Energy, he couldn't pull this mushroom up by the roots, as if this small Treatment Mushroom had been reinforced into the ground with steel.

"How is this possible? Is this thing this strong?"

Once the wound on Jier's palm was completely healed, Jier was finally able to lift his palm from the other's cap.

He looked at the large patch of drunken mushrooms before him with lingering fear, feeling it was better to stay a bit further away from them.

Just as well, he still had to go to his Yingdi to settle accounts with that old Spirit who took things without asking.

Jier jumped over various obstacles on the road in a few steps and arrived directly at the edge of his Yingdi.

As expected, the Yingdi reeked of alcohol; even the Pond formed by the Lady's Memory Water was wafting with the aroma of ale.

The Yingdi was originally decorated by the old Spirit with many mushrooms of all sizes; at this moment, without exception, these mushrooms all had a swaying, drunken appearance, and the scene looked grotesque and interesting at first glance.

However, Jier couldn't laugh.

Because those Mushroom Boys liked to act recklessly when they weren't drunk, and now that they were drunk, they were even more reckless.

On the left side of the Yingdi, that is, the Xīběi side, several strong Mushroom Boys had now lost all sense of order; disregarding the mutual friendship of their mushroom brothers, they each raised their arms and swung their fists wildly, beating the other Mushroom Boys around them. The other Mushroom Boys weren't pushovers either; they raised their hands, and they all started fighting in a group.

You throw a punch, I throw a kick, he uses his cap to flip you over, and you use a fist the size of a sandbag to knock down another Mushroom Boy.

These fellows were brawling together with a clatter, fighting quite lively.

There were other drunken mushrooms watching nearby; one moment of carelessness, and they would sway and roll into the Mushroom Boys' fray, either unluckily being beaten flat by some Mushroom Boy and stepped into the ground, or being grabbed as a weapon and swung around to smash into other mushrooms' caps.

They were fighting so hard that spores were flying everywhere, caps were cracking, and mycelium arms and feet were breaking, ending in death.

If any Mushroom Boy was beaten to death, the surrounding watching mushrooms would actually let out woo-woo cheers, making Jier want to go up and shout along: "I want to see blood flow like a river!"

But although the fight here was lively, it was all a bunch of drunken mushrooms, and there was no trace of the Sacred Artifact; he didn't see any mushroom holding a simple, translucent Wooden Bowl, drinking ale in large gulps.

So Jier carefully bypassed these mushrooms fighting in a group and came to the north side of the Yingdi, uh, it might be the north direction.

Because every place in the Lady's Dream was basically the same, and there was no distinction between east, west, south, and north, Jier treated the place where he appeared every time as the south, and the Pond where the Yingdi was located as the true north direction.

In this way, east, west, south, and north were artificially distinguished, making it easier for him to identify directions here.

In the true north direction of the Yingdi, there were many things he stored: a Weapon Rack, a Wooden Box for storing spare supplies, a Silver Plate box, and his simple bed for sleeping; some basic supplies were also piled here.

It was even more chaotic here at this moment; unlike the Mushroom Boys on the west side who were fighting among themselves, the mushrooms throwing a drunken tantrum here were currently wreaking havoc on his various supplies!

"All of you stop! Uh, no, stop your feet! No, that's not it, stop your mycelium!"

Jier shouted hurriedly, but these mushrooms only listened to their creator, the old Spirit, and completely ignored Jier.

If they were sober, they might still fear Jier eating them, and they would often scatter like birds and beasts as soon as Jier shouted. But they were all drunk one by one, not smart enough to begin with, and at this time, the alcohol gave the cowards courage; seeing Jier roar at them, they each swayed their chubby bodies and caps, and surrounded Jier.

"Heh, still want to rebel? Each one isn't even as high as my knee; I can flatten you with one kick!"

Facing Jier's intimidation, these Mushroom Boys weren't afraid at all; they rushed up and used their caps to butt Jier's calves.

They also made tiny shouts of "Yi-yi-yi-yi, woo-woo-woo-woo" in their mouths and charged straight up.

Jier kicked them one by one, treating them like a soccer ball, kicking them flying, far into the Jingmi Senlin outside the Yingdi.

Woo—

A Mushroom Boy was kicked flying by him, bounced a few times on the ground after flying dozens of meters, and then, with a "wah," vomited quite a bit of ale from its cap. With this vomit, this Mushroom Boy sobered up quite a bit, but it was also listless; it landed there and just lay there, not getting up, and fell into a deep sleep.

As the Mushroom Boys were kicked flying one by one, Jier was a bit angry at first, but as he kept kicking, he became happy.

Because these half-grown Mushroom Boys were really fun to kick; unlike soccer balls that don't move, these Mushroom Boys not only moved, slightly increasing the difficulty and fun of kicking them, but when they were kicked flying, they would also make "Yi-woo" cries, which was very interesting.

Moreover, these Mushroom Boys, who were as bold as if they had eaten a bear's heart and leopard's gallbladder after drinking, were not afraid of Jier at all at this time; they chased after Jier and surrounded him, and Jier kicked them far away one by one.

"Whew, refreshing!" Jier's movements were not slow; in just a short while, dozens of Mushroom Boys causing trouble in his Yingdi were kicked flying by him.

"You all saw it, if you don't want to be kicked flying, stay far away from my Yingdi!" Jier shouted at the other mushrooms nearby who were hesitating and not daring to approach, and made a gesture to kick; these sober Mushroom Boys gave a start and ran away one after another.

"Really, several Wooden Boxes were chewed up by them. It's better to have the Silver Plate box made of silver; these mushrooms don't even touch it." Jier patted some boxes used as reserve supplies and found that the Silver Plate box was intact, while the ordinary Wooden Box he brought in from the outside had many holes and grooves gnawed into the box body by those mushrooms with their mycelium little feet.

There was no help for it; mushrooms just had a special fondness for this wood processed by Humans.

Unlike the towering trees that filled the Lady's Dream, the wood planks processed by Humans seemed to be similar to high-quality, large steaks that were well-prepared and served on a plate.

After Jier finished dealing with the Mushroom Boys on the north side of the Yingdi, he finally came to the east side of the Yingdi. At this time, a large number of mushrooms were gathered here, from mushrooms the size of a fingernail to Mushroom Boys half a person tall; these mushrooms were all gathered here—no, it should be said they were gathered outside the old Spirit's small metal house, shaking their heads and waiting in line to drink the ale that was flowing out from inside continuously.

The mushrooms that had drunk their fill of ale would be carried away by other mushrooms that hadn't yet had any, so as not to block the path. Outside the old sprite's small metal house, there was currently a "swimming pool" made from a Silver Shallow Basin, and the old sprite was naked, swimming happily in its "swimming pool" of ale.

Beside this swimming pool was a tall Mushroom Boy, and this foolish fellow was using its small mycelium hands to hold a Wooden Bowl, tilting it slightly to continuously pour ale down from the bowl.

This ale, flowing and pouring out, landed in the "swimming pool" where the old sprite was swimming, and then the overflowing ale followed the slope of the terrain, flowing outside the old sprite's small metal house, where it was drunk by the countless mushrooms that had gathered in a line.

"Ugh..." Jier gasped, thoroughly defeated by the old sprite that was always causing him trouble.

Fortunately, he had prepared himself mentally before coming, which was the only reason he hadn't been angered to death by the scene it had created.

"Hey! You fellow, do you have any idea that your behavior right now has caused quite a lot of trouble, whether in the outside world or here at the Yingdi!!"

Jier shouted, instantly attracting the attention of all the mushrooms present. The old sprite in the "swimming pool" leaned comfortably against the edge of the pool, beckoning to Jier triumphantly with a mischievous giggle.

It seemed extremely satisfied this time.

Jier felt his anger flare up at the sight of it; he strode toward the old sprite, swearing to teach it a lesson.

But whether the old sprite had also drunk too much ale, it didn't seem afraid at all when facing the charging Jier, simply letting out a cry and pointing its tiny hand directly at Jier.

Consequently, all the surrounding Mushroom Boys stared at Jier with unkind eyes, each one eager to try, because their boss had just spoken: whoever could defeat that giant would be appointed as a Great General of the Mushroom Kingdom, would command three hundred Mushroom Boys, and would become the right-hand man of the sprite boss, assisting in ruling the Mushroom Kingdom together.

"Hey, have you had too much to drink? Do you think these little friends of yours are of any use? Stealing the Sacred Artifact, making us search everywhere outside, suspecting this one and that one, and it turns out it was my side that did it! How do you expect me to explain this to everyone?"

Jier punched the slightly larger Mushroom Boys one by one and kicked the smaller ones, and after knocking them down, he threw them with his hands or kicked them away, sending them far off.

"Not only that, but you also used my silver washbasin as your swimming pool. Didn't we agree before that you could do your own thing, but you couldn't touch the things I had already prepared?"

Jier was unstoppable, kicking out continuously with both feet to send the approaching mushrooms flying, then grabbing two large mushrooms with his hands and slamming their caps together hard, making them spit out ale all over the ground.

"And you don't even keep your Mushroom Boys in check. They are fighting in a mess to the west, and quite a few have been completely beaten to death! They even dared to gnaw on my Wooden Box to the Bei Mian and mess with my various supplies! It's all because of you, you naughty fellow!"

"Take this!" Jier shouted, grabbing a Mushroom Boy and throwing it at the old sprite, who was happily watching Jier wreak havoc.

This startled the old sprite, and it vanished with a 'poof', while the mushroom Jier threw knocked over the Silver Shallow Basin being used as a swimming pool, along with the Mushroom Boy holding the Sacred Artifact next to it.

"Go!" Jier flicked the Hunting Sword at his waist with his left hand, letting the Hunting Sword fly forward according to his will, and before the Sacred Artifact could fall, the sword turned, using its tip to flick and strike the Sacred Artifact like a tennis ball toward Jier's direction.

"Caught it!" Jier let out a sigh of relief; the lost Sacred Artifact of the Agriculture God had finally returned to his hands.

Jier couldn't wait to grab the Wooden Bowl with his left hand, tilting it slightly, while he opened his mouth to catch the clear ale pouring out from the Wooden Bowl.

"Refreshing!"

He was overjoyed, but soon realized that now was not the time to be happy. The item had been snatched back, but how to return it without the matter falling on his head—that was a massive problem!

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