Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 142 - 103: Fox Mountain Hockey, One Shot Cleared the Field (Part 2)

Chapter 142: Chapter 103: Fox Mountain Hockey, One Shot Cleared the Field (Part 2)

Just like that, the battlefield that was bustling moments ago suddenly fell silent.

The medicinal mist came quickly and dispersed just as fast, breaking down rapidly in the night breeze.

In the blink of an eye, clarity returned to the scene, leaving only the cold night wind, the eerie blue night, a bright moon hanging high, and all sorts of committee members, criminals, and unknown individuals sprawled all over the ground.

...

On the high observation tower, two foxes swiftly crawled down the exterior walls, taking a look at the people lying all over the place. They tilted their heads back, revealing smiles as their whiskers twitched in delight.

They kicked aside an obstructing criminal and swaggered over to the flower bed. After a bit of rummaging in the grass at the edge, they found a plant that seemed to be a "Centennial Mushroom."

Black Star wasn’t sure.

"Huh?"

It turned out to be a round mushroom the size of a fist, not very eye-catching. It had been half blown up and stepped on amidst the chaos, now cracked and oozing juice. The juice that flowed out contained numerous spores.

White Tail nodded. It had previously managed a medicinal field with mushrooms and knew about this kind of herb.

"Eee, ooo!"

In a series of fox chatter, it explained... it turned out the most important part of such a plant was the underground roots and mycelium. The mycelium was the main body, and the mushroom part could regrow even if cut off; it wasn’t crucial. The most valuable part, though, was a main root.

The two foxes immediately got to work, starting to dig up the root. Uncovering the soil, they indeed saw a dense mass of roots plunging deep into the ground, pulling up a patch so large they couldn’t extract it.

"Aooo!"

White Tail, in its chatter, meant that this thing required sunlight and couldn’t be replanted on the mountain. So just take the most valuable main root back!

It took out the Vengeance Sword, and with a crisp sound of "crunch crunch," it cut the mycelium, finding a finger-thick, pale yellow main root. Gripping it with its paw, teeth gritted, it extracted the main root from the earth, totaling two to three meters. It cut it off, coiled it up, and stuffed it into the medicine box.

Finally, as instructed by its master, it took out a piece of broken Stone Slab from the medicine box, tossed it to the ground, and upon hearing its master’s voice and seeing the mist blending reality and dreams beside it, it burrowed in to return to its master’s side.

...

The West State University campus once again returned to silence.

A few minutes later, another dozen or so vehicles swiftly arrived at the edge of the battlefield, and dozens of people jumped out.

Among them were Chairman Chen Shu and Wu Qingyun, both of whom looked anxious as they rushed to the battlefield!

Just a moment ago, dozens of committee members lost contact in unison, scaring them half to death.

"Huh? Just unconscious?"

Chairman Chen Shu checked the pulse of Committee Member Gu Lin. With a slight understanding of traditional Chinese medicine, he felt relieved.

Wu Qingyun quickly moved around the battlefield, inspecting committee members one by one, and returned not long after.

The dozens of accompanying committee members also quickly dispersed across the battlefield, checking the injured.

Soon after, a group of people summarized the situation and drew a conclusion.

"All are unconscious.

"Unconscious throughout the field.

"The committee members are unconscious, but otherwise unharmed.

"The enemies are unconscious too."

Hmm?

Chairman Chen Shu looked at the people lying all over the place, a look of surprise passing over his old face, then he smiled and immediately gave the order!

"Capture them! While they’re unconscious, capture them alive!

"Don’t rush to save our people; let them lay there for now.

"Send over a few more prison vehicles!"

...

One by one, unidentified criminals were handcuffed, tied up, and lifted into prison vehicles like dead pigs.

Chairman Chen Shu made his way towards the flower bed, pondering as he walked.

"Heh, did that one take action?"

Leaving so many criminals alive, even if that one takes the Immortal Grass, he could entirely accept it!

"Huh? What’s this?"

Reaching the flower bed, he saw the large, dense cluster of mycelium that had been unearthed.

"Immortal Grass? That one didn’t take it?"

He stepped forward, rummaging through, examining carefully.

"Uh, only partially extracted?"

He pulled out his phone, took a photo, and sent it to Professor Zhang.

Then he noticed a discarded Stone Slab next to it, with sequence text engraved on it.

"Alchemy Dao text?"

He immediately straightened the Stone Slab, took another photo, and sent it to Professor Zhang.

Soon, he saw Professor Zhang’s reply, full of joy!

[That one only took some root mycelium and left the Immortal Grass for us!]

[This Stone Slab is the cultivation and usage method of the Immortal Grass.]

[Sequence Eight’s Immortal Grass, we’ve hit the jackpot!]

Chairman Chen Shu also smiled.

[What sequence is the text on the Stone Slab? Sequence Eight? How many prescriptions are recorded?]

This time, Professor Zhang’s response was a bit slower.

"It’s the text of Sequence Eight."

"I need to ask about a few herbal recipes... I’m not very familiar with this text, and need to study it a bit more."

Chairman Chen Shu slightly curled his lips.

Why does it feel like Professor Zhang’s Sequence Eight is a bit lacking in substance?

But on second thought, his own Sequence Eight didn’t have much more content than Professor Zhang’s, so he felt relieved.

He frowned and opened the document editing software on his phone, intending to use tonight’s events for a bit of publicity.

He didn’t notice that at the corner of the flower bed, a bee was slightly trembling, slowly waking up, quietly crawling, sticking close to the ground, and sneaking away under the cover of night.

...

In the cramped living room.

Black Star and White Tail were squatting on the sofa, each holding a piece of fried chicken, gnawing away with oil dripping from their mouths, their eyes narrowing happily as they chewed.

Black Star felt a bit choked, so it grabbed the nearby package’s coke and took a big slurp.

Hmm?

It frowned and looked at the coke.

The fried chicken tasted good. But the coke was not that great, the flavor was off, and it lacked fizz, unlike the one from Fox Mountain.

"Hmm."

After a brief thought, it understood. After all, the soda from Fox Mountain was personally concocted by the master, of course, it was the best! It’s normal that other sodas couldn’t match up to the master’s, and it’s unreasonable to be overly critical about them.

Bai Mo, sitting beside them, watched his disciples eating fried chicken and also nibbled on a few chicken nuggets to fill his stomach.

While eating, he scrolled through his phone, noticing that tonight’s events had already been reported on the Immortal Discussion Forum...

"Supernatural conflict erupts at West State University, Committee captures over thirty criminals unharmed."

In the report, there weren’t many words, but all thirty criminals’ photos were posted, one by one.

Below were layers of astonished comments.

"The West State City Immortal Committee is getting stronger and stronger!"

"Look at the keywords: unharmed! Captured alive!"

"The Committee is really strong."

"Perhaps this is what they mean by righteousness triumphs over evil."

Bai Mo slightly curled his lips.

The Committee’s publicity is really top-notch. The key is, they didn’t lie. Disregarding the process, the result was indeed "unharmed" and indeed "captured alive."

Exiting from this post, he saw another one.

"The Committee acquires a brand-new Immortal Grass, can refine Sequence Eight Immortal Elixir!"

Clicking in, the picture was indeed the mushy Centennial Mushroom smashed by White Tail.

But in the Committee’s photo, it was re-plated, re-framed, making the mushy mushroom appear larger, more menacing, more eerie, really giving off a bit of an uncanny Immortal Grass vibe.

Comments below were rapidly updating.

"This Immortal Grass doesn’t look good, quite creepy."

"Don’t look at the ad, look at the effect. As long as it works, who cares about the appearance!"

"The Committee is strong, strong, strong!"

Someone clever correlated the two posts together.

"Got it! An Immortal Grass appeared in West State City, the Committee and criminals competed for it, the Committee captured all the criminals unharmed, and pocketed the Immortal Grass."

"The person above nailed it."

Looking at his phone, Bai Mo slightly curled his lips. If we ignore the process, what they said wasn’t wrong.

He left behind most of the mushroom, left the cultivation method, left a few herbal recipes, intending for the Committee to be able to refine some elixirs over the long term. Who would have thought, it became fodder for Chairman Chen Shu’s boast?

This old man is truly a publicity genius!

Bai Mo turned off the phone, no longer looking at the forum.

Instead, he turned to the surface of the coffee table, looking at the main root that White Tail had just brought back.

Divine Sense probed it, further matching it to the documents he had previously read...

"Is this really... the main root that can only grow after being rooted for a hundred years?

"Has this mushroom been rooted at West State University for a hundred years?"

Three years ago, Immortal Dream had just appeared.

A hundred years ago, there were already Immortal Grass?

But where did the spores that grew this mushroom come from?

Tracing it back another generation, where did those spores come from?

Bai Mo frowned, coming up with a bold hypothesis.

"Or perhaps, millions of years ago, the Ancient Immortal Dynasty perished. But some Immortal Grasses did not vanish alongside the Immortal Realm but were passed down, continuously growing in the present world, under the sun, on the earth?"

Bai Mo furrowed his brows.

"If that’s true, could there be Immortal Grasses in the present world that have been growing for millions of years?

"What would an Immortal Grass that has been growing for millions of years become?"