ALL NOVEL Chapter 97
At that moment, a voice echoed in the back of the Great Mushroom King’s mind, urging it to leave Medicine King Valley with the silver-haired youth, or it would regret it for a lifetime.
However, the thought of stepping out meant facing more unknown and unfamiliar sights, leaving the Great Mushroom King both anxious and terrified.
Caught in a dilemma, it felt quite uneasy.
In just a few seconds.
The Great Mushroom King reflected on its long and dull life, and then thought of its old friend who had already ascended to the Immortal Realm. Suddenly, courage burst forth from deep within, breaking all shackles, filling its body with an indescribable power.
“The world is so big; I want to see it!”
With a bang, the Great Mushroom King shot off like a cannonball, racing toward Ye Junlin in the sky.
“Master, take me with you!”
“Uh?”
Ye Junlin was quite surprised that this mushroom had come to its senses.
Alright then, from now on, I’ll take you flying!
He reached out, grabbing the Great Mushroom King and accelerating straight into the vortex.
Throughout Medicine King Valley, the little creatures looked up, and seeing the group of human cultivators about to leave, they all cheered.
“Look, King JIng, why is the Great Mushroom King leaving too?” exclaimed a companion.
They stood wide-eyed, watching the Great Mushroom King soar into the sky and land right in the grasp of a human cultivator.
Red Essence was equally puzzled, “Yeah, what’s going on?”
Soon.
The colorful vortex rapidly shrank, before completely vanishing into the heavens.
Swish~!
Outside Medicine King Valley, many cultivators were gradually being teleported out.
Feeling their realms restored to their peak, their faces filled with excitement, they gazed at the blue sky and white clouds, greedily inhaling the fresh air.
How free and sweet this air is!
“Look, they’re coming out!”
“Just look at their faces; they must have gained a lot from Medicine King Valley!”
“I’m so envious! It’s a shame I couldn’t get in; sigh, there may never be another chance in this life!”
The group of cultivators who hadn’t made it inside and waited outside saw the ones coming out, each one bursting into howls, some even shedding tears, filled with a mix of envy, jealousy, and spite.
No need to guess—obviously, they had gained a lot inside.
“Friend, could you please share, is it true that Medicine King Valley is packed with cultivation resources?”
One middle-aged man stepped forward, cupping his hands politely.
The asked cultivator was first taken aback, gritting his teeth as he said, “It’s filled with precious herbs, not to mention plenty of Medicine Kings, it’s truly a blessing for our kind! I can only say, not getting in there is the biggest regret of your lives!”
Filled with precious herbs?!
And plenty of Medicine Kings?!
Hearing this, many people clutched their chests in despair, feeling like they had lost the opportunity of a lifetime!
“Oh, we can only blame ourselves for not having this fate; we can’t enjoy such blessings.” The middle-aged man sighed dramatically, as if he’d lost billions of Spirit Crystals.
“Ah, yes, yes, yes! You have no fate! We do! Hahaha…” The cultivator seemed to be provoked, laughing loudly before suddenly bursting into tears.
This dramatic display left many speechless in shock.
Immediately, they felt more envious!
Look at them, they’re so emotional they’re crying!
How incredible could Medicine King Valley be?!
As for the other knowledgeable victims, no matter how much they were pressed, they kept their lips tightly sealed, revealing not a single clue.
This silence only made the onlookers even more curious, their desire for Medicine King Valley intensifying.
Among those just teleported out, Master Randel wasted no time in using spells to clear his body of any filth, and quickly conjured a fresh monk’s robe, seemingly regaining his former appearance as a revered monk.
But unlike before, his eyes harbored a terrifying murderous intent, and the anger in his chest simmered like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
“Master, how was your haul?” the elders of the Hanging Temple who had come to greet him asked hurriedly, curiosity written all over their faces.
“Is it even necessary to ask? With Master Randel leading the way, our Hanging Temple surely scored big!” one laughed.
At the mention, veins bulged on Master Randel’s forehead, with bloodshot eyes filled with cold fury as he said in a chilling tone, “Are you mocking me?”
Feeling the terrifying aura radiating from him, the monk who asked trembled, lowering his head in cold sweat, unsure if he’d offended him.
Suddenly, a booming voice rang out, “Anyone who entered Medicine King Valley, stand still and don’t move!!”
Everyone frowned and turned to look.
The speaker was a middle-aged man wearing a hat, muscular and radiating a menacing glare.
Alongside him were several others: a woman in a bright red dress, voluptuous and heavily made-up, exuding charm, and a small figure donning a hood, obscured from view. In the middle stood the familiar white-haired elder, hands clasped behind him, his face a mask of calm.
Seeing this notorious quartet, many cultivators who’d been robbed instinctively froze with fear and stammered, “It… it’s the White-Haired Old Devil and his gang…”
“What, are they here to rob again?”
“Heavens, how shameless!”
“Shh, keep your voice down! Yelling like that might get you killed!”
Amidst murmurs of disbelief.
Many spectators wisely distanced themselves, making a clear line between themselves and the crowd that had gone into Medicine King Valley.
“My Master said, anyone who resists is going against him! The consequences are yours to bear!”
The Hat Man brandished a massive blade, spewing bravado.
The white-haired elder wore a stoic face, feigning an air of mystery, though deep down, he was extremely excited.
He planned to pull off a big score before calling it a day—rob everyone coming out of Medicine King Valley clean!
After all, Medicine King Valley is an unparalleled treasure trove; those who enter surely returned with bountiful rewards, making robbing these folks a guaranteed profit!
Looking at the frightened crowd ahead, the corner of the white-haired elder’s mouth had a subtle curve.
This feeling of power was simply exhilarating!
Ye Junlin’s name truly has its perks!
Meanwhile.
The cultivators who had entered Medicine King Valley were nearly all sullen-faced. Talk about bad luck!
Once suppressed, did they even have any herbs on hand?
How could they explain themselves to the White-Haired Old Devil now?!
“Damn it, those guys again!” An Miaoyi fumed, clenching her dainty fists, her wide eyes glaring angrily.
Fan Dezhen’s eyes sparkled with keen intent, the answers clear in his mind, but he didn’t rashly speak up—stealing glances at the other four instead.
Seeing this scene.
Ye Junlin couldn’t help but smile, filled with fury, “Alright, now I’ve caught you red-handed.”
His gaze fixated fiercely on the white-haired elder.
How daring!
How dare this old dude pretend to be me?
With my kind of handsome and charming looks, you can’t possibly mimic even one billionth of my spirit!
Red Qianye’s eyes flared with rage, her fist crackling, coldly declaring, “How dare you find a woman to impersonate me?!”
Especially seeing the other’s ample curves made this demon sect leader feel as though her very persona had been insulted, striking at the depths of her soul.
“Damn! That guy’s even more arrogant than me?” Li Wujie was taken aback, then clenched his fists in fury, gripping the hilt of his sword tightly.
He was the fearsome Blade Demon, and yet this scoundrel had turned him into a bandit!
The Great Mushroom King tucked its head, gazing at the unfamiliar surroundings and the sea of people, its social anxiety flaring up again, the courage it had mustered vanishing into thin air.
Beside it, Bai Xiaoxi extended a tender little hand, gently patting the Great Mushroom King’s head, softly reassuring, “Don’t be afraid, junior brother.”
The Great Mushroom King quivered; it actually resented anyone touching its head. But this pure and innocent girl strangely made it feel a sense of warmth.
“Um, um, how should I address you?”
“Mouse Mouse calls you Bai Xiaoxi!”
“So it’s Bai Senior Sister, nice to meet you!”
“Oh, you don’t have to be so polite!”
Hearing the new little junior brother call her Senior Sister made Bai Xiaoxi spin joyfully around.
“Bai Senior Sister, what’s the situation now? Why do those people’s clothes look similar to yours?” the Great Mushroom King curiously inquired.
Bai Xiaoxi scratched her head, saying, “Oh, those people are pretending to be us, and they’re planning to extort and rob.”
The Great Mushroom King was dumbfounded.
You humans sure know how to play!
But just then, an overwhelming and terrifying aura surged into the sky.
The pressure of the peak Tribulation Stage quickly spread like a tidal wave, sending chills down the spines of countless cultivators, their scalps nearly bursting, rendered immobile.
A golden Buddha Light radiated, and an elderly monk with white eyebrows stepped forward gracefully, his thunderous gaze sweeping over, enveloping the four figures.
An ancient voice echoed all around, infused with unmistakable murderous intent, “You four, are you sure you want to do this?”
Master Randel, barely managing to suppress his rage, saw someone crash into the mouth of the cannon and exploded in fury.
Boom!
The heads of the white-haired elder and his group felt like they were about to explode, cold sweat pouring down their backs, their eyes wide with disbelief.
How dare they?
This time, someone actually had the gall to resist?