Douluo Continent, my martial soul is a mushroom.

Chapter 79 Unsettled Feelings, Faith, Sea, Heart

The mycelium surged violently, twisting and sprang up from the ground in clusters, like countless distorted, demonic tentacles.

Despite being under the control of the raging being's will, the mycelial tentacles still chose to protect first, wrapping around the few remaining living people, layering and overlapping to form a spherical protective shield.

A surge of azure light erupted, and dozens of wind blades swept in.

Some wolf bandits used their innate abilities to manipulate the wind in an attempt to cut through the mycelium's protective barrier, while others looked around, trying to find the attackers.

The wind blade cut through several layers of mycelium protection, but there are at least hundreds of layers of mycelium!

Moreover, as the wrath of the controller intensified, the wind blades were unable to penetrate it at all!

In addition, the mycelium can repair itself; as soon as the wind blade cuts it open, it is repaired in the next moment.

Despite several attempts, the wolf bandits were unable to break through the mycelial protection and could not find any suspicious signs.

In places unseen by anyone, silvery fungal spores burst forth, seeking to hide in the sunlight and land on all the rampaging wolf bandits in the mountain village.

One does not fall.

……

The space shimmered with silver light as dozens of silver mushrooms were used in succession, covering a distance of one mile with each step.

Chi Ping landed on the roof of the Spirit Hall's church amidst the distorted spatial fluctuations.

He didn't need to look; the mycelium had already transmitted everything here to his consciousness, just waiting for him to arrive and make the final judgment and kill.

Mountain village, wolf bandits, torture and murder...

It felt as if a thousand needles were repeatedly piercing and pulling out my nerves.

The veins on his forehead bulged out, like writhing earthworms.

"Die."

The wolf bandits paused for a moment when they saw Chi Ping suddenly appear, then grinned and attacked him.

However, before they could unleash their innate soul skills, large patches of blood-red mushrooms sprouted from all over their bodies.

Every part of my body, from limbs to pores, was filled with densely packed fungi.

The muscles are devoured, and the blood is absorbed.

In no time, hundreds of wolf bandits turned into pillars of mycelium standing on the ground amidst their soul-wrenching howls.

Spores are part of the mycelium. Just as Chi Ping can use mycelium to dry up a forest overnight, turning it into a desert, he can also use spores to instantly devour wolf bandits, reducing them to skeletons!

It's not a soul skill; it's a deeper level of development of the martial soul.

The mushrooms growing on the mycelial column are as red as blood, gleaming with a mesmerizing halo in the midday sun.

Chi Ping watched coldly.

The lingering aroma of meat in the air made him feel nauseous, while the scattered limbs and splattered blood assaulted his vision.

Chi Ping jumped down from the church roof and used the mycelium to collect the bodies of the dead in the village.

The mycelial columns were dismantled, and the energy obtained from the decomposition was channeled into the deepest parts of the earth.

……

Three days later, in Bogu Town, thirty miles away from the village where the victims perished.

The Soul Emperor's cultivation was enough for Chi Ping to make the town's mayor unconditionally agree to some reasonable requests, such as properly settling down the women whose lives had been destroyed.

In the hotel, Chi Ping unconsciously used a carving knife to whittle a piece of iron into pieces that looked like fish scales.

When only a tiny piece of iron remained, about the size of a fingertip, Ikehira stopped moving.

With a burst of soul power, this last small piece was shattered into powder.

Chi Ping sighed softly, "We really should have kept one of them."

—That way you can experience the pleasure of tearing those beasts to pieces.

He silently added the words he hadn't finished saying in his mind.

If a true deity exists in this world who holds the power over life, it should have equal respect for life and accept both its good and evil, its birth and death.

That's just the nature of wolf bandits; it's hard to categorize them as inherently evil or good. They eat people, much like humans eat piglets. And aren't human sexual preferences rather strange? Lizards, elephants, catgirls, and so on. It's difficult to say who's right and who's wrong, who's good and who's evil.

Rationally, Chi Ping could understand, but emotionally, he couldn't do it to that extent.

He is human, and the ability to empathize makes it impossible for him to remain indifferent.

I wouldn't have done it before, I won't do it now, and I won't do it in the future.

Seeing toddlers being roasted, civilians being tortured, torn apart, and eaten, and women being raped...

He felt his reason being burned away, so he did not hesitate to use a method that could be considered taboo.

"If I can really stay calm, I'm afraid I'll be expelled from the family register when I get home..."

Chi Ping chuckled and put away the carving knife.

"It's time to write to Qinghe and report on the research findings... Hmm... I should also tell him about the wolf bandits. For the Crown Prince, the threat to the people of the Empire should be eliminated as soon as possible..."

The next day, a letter was sent to Tiandou City by express courier.

Ikehira continued westward, but much slower than before.

To hone his spatial perception abilities as a sixth-generation mycelium, he maintained his senses throughout. To hone his combat abilities, he constantly sought out wolves along the way to hone his muscle strength and combat intuition.

As for the wolf bandits he beat to death, they all became good materials for fertile land.

Following this path, Chi Ping arrived at Hanhai City, the only port city on the western coast of the empire.

……

The slightly fishy sea breeze is refreshing, and the beautiful sea is invigorating.

Disgusted by the thieves along the way, Chi Ping decided to find something new to do. The noisy city held no appeal for him; the natural seascape was the scenery he sought.

Follow the crowd into the city to shop.

Facing the midday sun, Ikehira set off from the city with a series of outdoor camping equipment, including tents, flint, and iron frames.

"This is it!"

Choose a steep cliff, cut through the rock to build a sheltered spot, pitch the tent, and put away your camping gear.

Ikehira stood on the edge of the cliff, shouted to the vast and boundless sea, and then jumped off.

thump!

The splashing water reached several meters high.

"Whoosh! Time to fry the fish!"

The sound of the waves couldn't drown out the childish cheers.

People often reveal their true nature when they are alone.

The abundance of marine life was unimaginable. Before long, Chi Ping returned to the campsite carrying two edible-looking fish and two edible-looking shrimp.

Gather firewood, light a fire, barbecue...

Enjoying barbecue while feeling the sea breeze has a unique charm.

"Tsk! You've got the wrong person!"

Chi Ping squinted and spat out the sea fish he had just bitten into. His mouth felt numb; he guessed he had been slightly poisoned.

Soul power circulates to neutralize the toxins.

The little incident didn't affect Chi Ping's mood. He still enjoyed the sea view, which he hadn't seen many times in his two lives, and ate other non-poisonous seafood. Occasionally, out of curiosity, he would take back the grilled fish that had been bitten and taste it.

It's poisonous!

I've never tried it!

I'm curious!

After enjoying seafood and the sea view, Chi Ping hummed a little tune and took out his soul tool to begin his analysis work.

I have never chosen to give up on my ideals.

Even on the most gloomy days…

The stirring melody, accompanied by the rhythm of the waves, sings of a child's sincere heart.

Sparkling waves, surging ocean waves.

Dusk, sunset, silver moon, gentle breeze...

The fiery sun rose above the horizon, replaced by the cool, pale moon.

Chi Ping lit the mushroom-shaped lamp and worked late into the night.

"Next time... I won't come alone..."

Once the initial joy fades, only unbearable loneliness remains.

The last paragraph of the previous chapter has been reviewed. The original text is as follows:

"They slaughtered and raped people in the village..."

Scattered limbs, heads with open eyes, disemboweled intestines, and mangled flesh were everywhere...

A bonfire was lit in front of the Martial Soul Hall church in the center of the village. Toddlers, who were less than an adult's waist, were strung on wooden poles, and murky liquid crackled as it fell into the fire.

The beast sang and danced, drooling thick saliva.

In the open space next to the church, the village's only remaining living people, a dozen or so women, were surrounded by wild beasts, their faces contorted in a lewd jeering manner, like corpses...

(End of this chapter)