Mythical Scroll Artist: Starting with the God of Wealth, Zhao Gongming

Chapter 346 Wonderful Fungi

Yaoyang City, the Ghost Realm Dimensional Control Zone.

Liu Ze and Zhang Cheng were panting heavily, their bodies covered in cold sweat.

Horrible, terrible!

Those terrifying eyes, as if they were truly being watched by a god, left an indelible fear in their hearts even after they had fled the scene.

"So... are those the legendary upper class?"

"Are they really gods who rule this world?"

Although they had never seen the four true gods of this era, in their eyes, the upper-class person they had just met was a god, an existence that they could not contend with no matter what.

The tragic state of Wang Zhi's old dog, in particular, had an unprecedented impact on their hearts.

How could the mighty Old Dog Wang be tortured so miserably? And he didn't dare utter a single sound.

You should know that Old Dog Wang is quite capable.

Putting aside his actions, Wang Zhi was also an excellent scroll painter.

Yet this powerful scroll painter was utterly powerless against the upper class.

"What should we do? Will we be hunted down?" Liu asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, those noble upper-class people have gone to great lengths to come all this way, how could they waste their time on insignificant people like us?" Zhang Cheng analyzed. "It's better to inform Master Wu as soon as possible."

The two rushed to Yaoyang City and the Underworld Club.

"Master Wu, is Master Wu here? Something terrible has happened."

Seeing the two people running away in a panic, the members of the Underworld Club were clearly taken aback.

Looking at the Super Dog Club logo on the two men, one can't help but feel wary.

"We are Master Wu's people."

Liu Ze and Zhang Cheng weren't stupid either; they immediately released the Golden Scrolls and the Night-and-Night Guardian to prove their identities.

When Xue Qingyang and the others saw Jin Juan wandering around day and night, they were clearly stunned for a moment.

"What's going on? These two actually possess the Golden Scrolls of the Day and Night Guardians?"

"Could they really be spies secretly recruited by the vice president?"

While they were pondering and discussing, the president, Xue Lingling, rushed over. After seeing the situation, she couldn't help but look serious: "What do you want with Wu Xian?"

"Something...something really bad has happened! It's the higher-ups...it's the higher-ups!" Liu stammered incoherently.

"The upper class?" Xue Lingling's gaze sharpened. "Calm down, speak slowly."

……

Green Abyss, the highest-level battlefield for this month's raid.

The faces of the club teams were stiff, their expressions as if they had eaten shit.

"Where's the original strain? Why is the original strain gone?"

"Impossible. Without the support of the original strain, how could the Great King Bacteria maintain such formidable combat power?"

"Damn it, what on earth happened?" Hu Yunlei's face turned ashen.

Just now, when they had exhausted all their strength to kill the Abyss King Bacteria, they were surprised to find that the King Bacteria in front of them had already lost its original strain.

This "escape from the cicada's shell" maneuver is not unusual; it's a common tactic used by fungal monsters.

Normally, after the original strain of cicada molts, the strength of the "pseudo-original" side will inevitably be greatly reduced, which is easy to detect.

However, during the battle just now, the combat strength of the Great King did not fluctuate much.

"Could it be because of Brother Wu's scroll depicting a spiritual object?"

Bai Shiqi's expression changed slightly, as if he suddenly realized something.

He was just wondering why Wu Xian, that troublemaker, had suddenly run away.

In retrospect, it seems that the original strain of the giant fungus was probably taken away by him at that time.

He just couldn't understand how Wu Xian had done it.

It's important to understand that the original strain is the core of the Abyss King Bacteria, and it wouldn't be easily revealed unless it was fought to the bitter end. How could it possibly be "stolen" so easily?
The key point is that after the original strain was lost, the Abyss King Bacterium showed no reaction at all.

The more Shiraishi Qi thought about it, the more illogical it seemed.

"It can't be that the Abyss King Fungus went with Wu Xian on its own initiative, right?" Su Baiqin hesitated before suggesting a hypothesis.

"It's possible." Shiraishi Qi took a deep breath.

Currently, this conjecture seems to be the only one that fits the logic of the whole situation.

The problem is, how could the Abyss King Fungus possibly leave with Wu Xian on its own initiative?

It couldn't be because of that powerful spirit scroll, could it?

"Next time we run into Wu Xian, we should keep a close eye on him first." Bai Shiqi shook his head with a wry smile.

In contrast, Hu Yunlei from the Natural Club was rather stiff.

What was supposed to be a sure win turned into a complete disaster when someone pulled a fast one. Who could stand that?
The key issue is that this feeling of being manipulated is inexplicably frustrating.

……

"I understand. I'll provide you with some mushrooms, and you'll be responsible for nourishing my growth, is that right?"

Inside the Qiankun Bag, the vermilion mycelium discussed the future cooperation with Wu Xian.

Under Wu Xian's arrangement, they moved into the Pocket Mushroom Farm and lived with Xiao Hong.

“That’s right. You can use your mushrooms to exchange for various elixirs with me in the future,” Wu Xian said with a smile. “If you can grow higher quality mushrooms, the price will be even higher.”

“No problem,” the Great King Fungus said knowingly, “but how exactly should this value be assessed?”

"Its main value is in medicine."

"Medicinal value?" Da Wangjun asked, puzzled.

Wu Xian immediately selected a mushroom from his Qiankun bag and extracted the medicinal spiritual structure from it. "This is the medicinal value I need. Of course, this is only one of the many medicinal values ​​I have."

The giant fungus extended wisps of mycelium, examined them carefully, and said with a slightly strange tone, "So, you need this kind of spiritual structure after all this time?"

"Is there some explanation for this spiritual structure?" Wu Xian couldn't help but wonder.

"Well," the giant fungus pondered, "it's a byproduct of the growth and development of us fungi, isn't it?"

"Byproducts?"

“Hmm,” said the Great King Fungus, “When we are condensing the core laws of divine power, if the development goes astray, that part will be isolated and regressed, returning to the previous development node, and trying a new path again.”

The medicinal substance you mentioned is a residue left over from our quarantine retreat.

"What?" Wu Xian exclaimed incredulously, "You guys can do this?"

What the hell is the difference between this and a rollback?
The medicinal ingredients he needed were merely traces left over from the "mishap of the archive".

“Compared to other beings from another world, we fungi do have an infinite margin of error,” the Great King Fungus explained calmly. “But correspondingly, we also have some other disadvantages.”

What disadvantages?

“Our laws and patterns have developed in a more complex way than yours. For example, a certain developmental stage may seem correct and useful at the present stage, but after a long period of development, it may become useless or even a burden.”

The longer the time interval, the more complicated it becomes to revert.

Upon hearing this, Wu Xian couldn't help but marvel, "So, you can actually mass-produce these spiritual structures?"

"It's not that easy. It requires consuming cultivation and a certain amount of source power."

"Hey~ If you keep going wrong, won't the effects of these spiritual structures become stronger and stronger?" Wu Xian couldn't help but think of something.

"Theoretically, yes, but why should we keep going wrong? That thing is useless to us; it's just a burden."

"Isn't there a way to have the best of both worlds?" Wu Xian asked, perplexed.

After a moment of silence, the Great King Jun replied, "If I had to say, there really is one."

"How to say?"

“Differentiation and reproduction,” said the giant fungus, “is just like how you humans give birth, differentiating into independent, entirely new strains.”

(End of this chapter)