Just a single mushroom, the poison shouldn’t actually be this potent.
The reason it’s so effective is mainly because I actively chose to cooperate with the "poisoning."
Gaining insight into this behavior is equivalent to actively savoring and interpreting it.
If treated as an ordinary dish and shoved into the mouth, even if you eat a plate, it might not evoke many feelings.
Walking silently in the night, Fu Qian summarized his insights while reaching out to touch the air, as if playing with black cotton candy.
Just saying, black-hearted cotton does exist.
There’s no denying this feeling is quite magical, no wonder so people, after getting better from it, still wish to try it.
But don’t forget a serious issue, the cost of this mystery is very high.
Ordinary people have to consider nerve damage, and as for the unusual Abandonnt King, they must consider the surrounding damage.
Even though a secluded path was deliberately chosen, the Academy soon appeared close at hand.
Swoosh!
At a certain mont, Fu Qian’s steps were briefly obstructed by sothing.
The strength wasn’t great, but it layered over—was it really black-hearted cotton?
Fu Qian didn’t stop his footsteps but continued moving at a steady pace, even as the resistance grew more intense.
It felt like walking into a ball of cotton, as his body moved, the darkness ahead pushed forward, eventually feedbacking an exponentially increasing repulsive force.
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Now, not only can words not be spoken carelessly, but even thoughts can’t be random?
The overly tily changes inevitably prompt reflection.
But considering the acquaintance with the Fungus Emperor, unfriendly behavior isn’t surprising.
From the very start, Fu Qian’s curiosity was only about the unfriendly manner.
Even if the other side expressed they’d forget the previous resentnt, he would provoke them.
And now, this situation seems partly different from the Jade Soul situation at that ti, yet sowhat close to the previous imagination—
By actively gaining insight into the "poison," it resembles self-harm based on the Tyrant’s strength.
To so extent, this explains why thinking of cotton made it beco cotton.
Very bizarre and troubleso, don’t forget, I was missing the Sword Saints just now, will they co out to reminisce with —Swoosh!
The eerie sound and tremor suddenly appeared in front, the dense darkness seed to be cleaved centrally, rolling like waves at that mont.
Indeed, no wonder he’s a winner in the Sword Dao, no unnecessary prelude.
The incident was sudden but not shocking, at that mont Professor Fu was lanting his crow’s mouth, even without taking evasive action.
Bang!
On the contrary, amidst admiration for decisive killing, a punch from the Abandonnt King was almost synchronously blasted out in reverse.
Coincidentally, my weakness is also being overly decisive.
The night was desolate, a simple punch without flas had solidly hit the target.
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Good swordsmanship!
Only attack without defense, the world is mine.
It’s evident both sides adhered to similar philosophies, each achieving results.
Cleaving the darkness was indeed a sword, piercing all the way through the Tyrant’s chest.
It can only be said, no wonder it’s the Swordsmanship Departnt’s pursuit of the extres of Sword Dao, even against a full Tyrant, there’s no case of failing to break the defense, and can clearly feel the inherent destructive damage it brings.
Unfortunately, although the damage aspect didn’t fall behind, the blood bar ultimately cannot be the sa as before.
While praising, black-hearted cotton, the attacker amidst the black-hearted cotton, even the weapon of the attacker, were all shattered at that mont.
Perhaps because it adopted a literary battle form, the opponent’s luck wasn’t too good this ti.
Once successful damage transfer, failing to activate imdiately, leading to catastrophic damage.
Beneath the terrifying impact is a wonderful sensation, Fu Qian expressed that describing it in words is akin to hitting a three-dinsional painting.
Rather than piercing the darkness to hit a target, all these elents were rendered at the sa ti like they were painted on a flat surface, simultaneously tearing apart.
Nevertheless, Fu Qian still precisely locked onto the attacker’s position, a finger greatly extended in pursuit.
Swoosh!
This ti the damage transfer clearly succeeded, but instead, Fu Qian bore a blood hole on his body, while the attacker’s figure vanished in a broken posture—Roar!
There’s no such good fortune, the Gospel Blast already prid followed directly up, Fu Qian even specially chose a three hundred sixty degree indiscriminate attack.
In the narrow confines, the hero wins.
Facts prove, when you betray this point, even the god of literary battle abandons you.
At that mont, the fleeing Mushroom Sword Saint once again failed to successfully activate the damage transfer.
The ultimate result was everything around, including the night and even starlight, instantly shattering repeatedly under the storm’s tearing.
The final scene presented a resemblance to that mont seen last ti after tearing the world, except the gap is much larger—
Countless fungal threads connecting heaven and earth, all concepts have more genuine interpretations on their tremors.
Mysterious, abstract, but there’s nothing unnamable anymore—Fu Qian’s steps didn’t halt, he truly walked into the gap.
Co, if it’s no longer unnamable, then na everything for to see.
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Currently known to be in a poisoned state, rationally considering, only detoxification is fundantal.
And if not acting, the upcoming encounters, no matter how sharp, can be seen as battling wits and courage with oneself, only making the poison deepen—desiring it deeper.
Do not forget the initial intention, this has always been emphasized.
Strolling outside so late, the source has always been the accidental discovery by Professor Luo Bu.
Professor Ah Kai disappeared, and it is suspected to be related to a miracle test involving mushrooms.
Therefore, although mushrooms are delicious, for Fu Qian, more importantly, are their side effects.
Enter the fungal perspective and glimpse the world’s reality.
The ideal scenario is to eventually have a heart-to-heart talk with the previously unt Fungus Emperor, on one side recognizing more about Luo Bu’s project, on another confirming possible reasons for Ah Kai’s disappearance.
It’s said that in ancient tis, Female Priestesses would swallow hallucinogenic herbs, seeking wisdom from the Divine Beings.
For Fu Qian, the nature of his current behavior differs little in essence.
Of course, there are small differences, such as not promising to guarantee the safety of the Divine Beings during the exploration.
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The feeling of entering beyond the canvas is particularly special, as if actually stepped into the world’s backstage.
What’s more miraculous is being able to know you’re walking in the Academy, only the distance and position, all expressed in extrely abstract concepts.
Of course, these are not problems, abstraction always belongs to Expert Fu’s specialized field.
Clatter!
At a certain mont, Fu Qian once again blasted out a simple punch.
The punch’s instant extension seed to stretch into a long whip, yet still accurately hit the target.
And although even the sound effects were abstract, Fu Qian through "sensation," leaned towards hitting a feminine entity.
Female Sword Saint?
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