Fox Has No Malicious Intent

"Xiaolan, come quickly to protect me!"

A white mushroom suddenly sprang from Master Fuli's head and landed on the ground. It uprooted a tea tree and twirled it like a baton, aiming a strike at Ah Qing's forehead, scattering tender green tea leaves everywhere.

"Wow wow wow—"

The white mushroom charged forward aggressively, overwhelming Ah Qing with its momentum.

"......"

Ansheng was full of dark lines on his face, watching as one person and one mushroom treated him like a pillar, enacting a ridiculous King Qin walks around the pillar scene.

"What kind of thing are you conjuring up..."

Ansheng reached out a tiny fox paw, grabbed the mushroom cap of the white mushroom, lifted it up to scrutinize it closely, and asked with a strange expression.

Although the creature in front of him was a mushroom, Ansheng could sense a breath on it akin to his own when examining it.

Moreover, the stick-fighting style of the white mushroom had a flavor reminiscent of himself when wielding a giant hammer.

The white mushroom seemed to be mimicking him, although there was a significant difference in power levels.

But even a mushroom could provoke an Overlord Spirit Beast.

"I don't know!"

Ah Qing, with a look of lingering fear, peeked out from behind the little fox, gazing at the violent white mushroom, and said with a hint of grievance:

"The Treasure Mushroom only told me that the black stick in my hand is for striking living creatures...."

"But it didn't tell me that after striking, there would be a Fangtian Halberd plot specially designed to stab a godfather!"

The strength of the white mushroom was equivalent to the power of Master Fuli's second tail.

Although it couldn't crack stone slabs, lifting a C-class oil vehicle and slamming it onto people was an effortless task.

If Ah Qing were to face the mushroom head-on, she'd be covered in bumps within three seconds.

".... What are you afraid of? Scold it harshly!" Ansheng looked at Ah Qing and couldn't help but retort.

After donning the Treasure-Seeking Mushroom Armor, even though Ah Qing's Power of Will was enhanced, her most formidable ability remained [Verbal Command Fungi].

Combined with the black stick, striking once could unleash the ability of [Weak Cloned Fungi].

It's apparent that the initial skill setup of this Mental Armor's original form was tailored specifically around the [Awakener] characteristics of humans.

To put it metaphorically, at this moment, Ah Qing was like Black and White Impermanence holding a mourning stick.

She might not unleash her full power against humans and Spirit Beasts, but against those ghost-like black fungi, Ah Qing could explode with three hundred percent overclocking power.

Black Impermanence, wielding a mourning stick, was as easy as swatting pups when targeting wandering spirits.

"Oh... I almost forgot I could communicate with it after being startled."

Having the little fox block her, the oppressive aura of the white mushroom was dissipated. Ah Qing steadied herself, gathered her emotions, and focused her mental force around her throat:

"You! Go and stir-fry me two dishes!" Ah Qing glared at the white mushroom, commanding loudly.

The telekinetic force carrying explicit guiding commands transformed into an invisible wave from Ah Qing's mouth, surging in all directions.

In an instant, the encoded wave of will penetrated directly into the genetic database of the white mushroom.

"Wah?"

The white mushroom stiffened, and momentarily went rigid in Master Fuli's hand before shaking vigorously. It forcibly broke free, damaging its mushroom cap in the process.

"Wah wah..."

The white mushroom wobbled, stomping its little legs toward the mountain path from where it came.

Under the watchful eyes of Ansheng and Ah Qing.

The white mushroom first arrived at the foot of the mountain, kicked open the door of a tin-roofed shed, and marched straight inside, diving into a private fish pond.

Three minutes later, the white mushroom emerged from the pond holding an osmanthus fish, ran to the vegetable field, picked two pounds of tender lettuce, then entered the chicken coop and kicked away the hens incubating eggs.

After the looting spree, the white mushroom was already pushing a cart quickly toward home.

"Xiaolan... Do you think it might actually be bringing us stir-fried dishes up the mountain?" Ah Qing muttered, dumbfounded, staring at the bandit-like white mushroom.

"Less than that, from the ingredients I saw and the spices borrowed from Chen Nian's house, at least five dishes and a soup." Ansheng's expression was as peculiar as Ah Qing's.

Both wore expressions like they'd [seen a ghost].

While Ansheng and Ah Qing were wide-eyed, discussing the white mushroom's affairs, the white mushroom, which had just returned to its ancestral home, seemed to recall something. It climbed over the wall to Lai Foo's house, procured a Fujian cuisine cooking guide, and a brand new cassette stove, before happily climbing back home...

The white mushroom seemed intimately familiar with everything in Changxi Town.

Stealing chickens and chasing dogs were things it did with ease.

"You must admit, it prioritizes safety. It even knew that the gas stove at home hadn't been used for a long time, and without inspection, there might be gas leak risks, thus it chose a cassette stove for us to cook..." Ansheng tilted his head and looked at Ah Qing to say sarcastically.

"We better check at home! I'm truly afraid the white mushroom might blow up our house..." Ah Qing rubbed her slightly aching forehead, sighed, and said.

Ah Qing looked at her right hand, then glanced at the distribution of people in the village.

The route home chosen by the white mushroom was all in no-man's land.

Although luxury homes filled the village, a significant portion lay vacant, with some residents working out of town, others buying homes in the city, and not returning except for major holidays.

The path home chosen by the white mushroom was one of the least populated paths in the village.

"By the way..."

Walking back home, Ah Qing adopted a serious demeanor as she addressed the little fox in her arms with a grave tone:

"When you go out at night, remember, never use the public toilet at the farmer's market..."

"The flies inside are particularly bad. If you squat down to use the toilet, they'll lift your butt up. If it's late, your butt might end up docking with the strawberry pie inside...."

Ah Qing recalled the time when the little fox had stirred up her emotions.

Though unlikely, even with a mere one in ten thousand chance, Ah Qing had to warn Xiaolan.

One of Ah Qing's greatest dreams was to have Huhu snuggle, reveal its belly, and engage in a hand-biting ceremony with a confused look on its face.

She certainly didn't want a day when Doggy from next door would lead their Huhu to the public toilet at the farmer's market.

The flies there were ruthless.

Even if you didn't go in, they would land on you, circling around and biting your skin.

"Have you... gotten caught before?" Ansheng froze, looking back at Ah Qing to inquire.

"No, but returning from school, I often heard screams coming from that road....." Ah Qing shook her head and said:

"Things like being hooked up or suddenly collapsing shouting, 'I've adjusted my position, why won't you let me go and keep burrowing in?'....."

"Especially when I just came back from school."

In high school, Ah Qing was dismissed at five in the afternoon, with supplementary classes from seven to ten-thirty in the evening.

So, every day returning home, she often heard lamentations coming from the public toilet.

The worst was during a summer evening in sophomore year, when cicadas were buzzing, a vendor at the farmer's market came out clutching his butt, sprinted like he was in a hundred-meter hurdle race, and collapsed into the bushes, sobbing.

Muttering something about not holding it in.....

As Ah Qing recounted her encounters, Ansheng, full of dark lines, raised his hand and pinched Ah Qing's mouth:

"What you're talking about..... is indeed practical, but please do not discuss such unappetizing matters at lunch time."

It was absurd.....

The flies in the public restroom, disdaining the positioning for defecation, would forcibly raise someone's butt, forcing victims to relieve themselves differently....

What sort of defying-the-laws-of-nature creatures are these?

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