My Informative Cultivation Life

Just when Yang Ji lifted the old skin and his arm happened to occlude the ground, creating a blind spot, it took advantage of that moment. With lightning speed, it had scuttled to the entrance of the passage in the blink of an eye, leaving a curse behind in the air.

"Damn it, you've just hit the road, and you think I'm an idiot, do you? Offering Medicine Pills to the Buddha Ancestor is like feeding an eagle that's become my Buddha's mount. I do Alchemy for you and get nothing out of it, not to mention almost losing my life for nothing, pah!"

"You're a demon, slaughtering all beings, the Buddha Ancestor will punish you, Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate and will punish the wicked."

Yang Ji, holding the Demon Mushroom's old skin, was taken aback for a moment when he heard its aromatic words, and his face involuntarily twitched.

"Think you can escape like that? Wishful thinking." Yang Ji chuckled lightly as he released his Sword Domain, and where his Divine Sense passed, the Sword Domain ruled.

Soon, the Demon Mushroom was seen scurrying back in a panic.

It was so frantic that its feet were twisted, tangled like twisted dough, looking like a trapped mouse trying to escape in every direction.

But with the Sword Domain closing in and the Sword Qi bearing down, its range of motion was continually compressed, leaving it with no strategies left.

In the end, fearing the harm of the Sword Qi, it obediently ran back to Yang Ji's feet.

"You were pretty cocky just now! Try cursing me again, I dare you?"

Yang Ji grabbed its ears and lifted it up.

"Merciful master, please spare my life. You have vast Divine Skills, I, no, the little Mushroom will never dare to run away again."

With its ear twisted, the Demon Mushroom was terrified, immediately crying out in agony.

"Hmph, I'll use you for Alchemy right now." Yang Ji paid no mind to its pitiful state, and with an open palm, released the Spiritual Fire.

"Ah! No, master, you can't mistreat a child like this..."

"Ah! Devil, you're a devil!" As the Spiritual Fire in Yang Ji's palm drew closer, the Demon Mushroom burst into tears, utterly miserable.

"You're a devil, cutting off my fate, slaughtering me, casting me into perdition, the Buddha Ancestor will surely punish you. To think that I, the Sacred Mushroom, possess the Supreme Buddhist Scripture, and yet before I become a Buddha, I'm already facing such cruelty, this is unbearable, unbearable!"

The Demon Mushroom wailed tearfully.

"Supreme Buddhist Scripture!" Yang Ji pulled it close to his face, his eyes shining with a captivating light.

The two beams of light enveloped the Demon Mushroom, causing it to tremble with fear.

Yang Ji said menacingly, "Tell me the Buddhist Scriptures you've been cultivating, and maybe I'll spare your life."

"Devil, he's truly a devil! Even facing death, he wants to wring me dry before he's willing to let go. Since I'm going to die anyway, why should I lose my dignity and beg for mercy?" Thinking so, the Demon Mushroom showed a tragic expression.

"Hey, little Demon Mushroom, how about we make a deal?"

Yang Ji suddenly said.

Seeing it resigned to death and silent, Yang Ji continued to tempt it:

"It's such a pity, having the Supreme Buddhist Scripture and if it gets refined into a Medicine Pill, cutting off the path of Cultivation and becoming someone else's sustenance, what a waste, ah, what a waste! Talents suppressed by heaven indeed!"

"Pity my ass, pity your second uncle! Want to eat me and get my Buddhist Scriptures, and still putting on a show of pity for me. Mushrooms are not to be deceived, mushrooms are not to be insulted, mushrooms also have their bottom line." The Demon Mushroom felt indignant inside and kept on cursing.

"Since you are resigned to death, then I will grant it to you." Yang Ji snorted lightly, and the Spiritual Fire in his palm suddenly rushed towards the Demon Mushroom which cried out in pain after just three breaths, "Ah, master, don't kill me, I am willing to recite the Buddhist Scriptures."

"I thought you were tough, but you're just a paper tiger." When Yang Ji heard this, he flicked its forehead and moved away the Spiritual Fire, speaking indifferently, "Speak."

"Master, the deal you just mentioned..." the Demon Mushroom timidly asked.

"You only get one chance, you didn't seize it, you have no right to bargain now. Speak the Buddhist Scriptures and maybe I will consider sparing your life, if not, you die, the choice is yours," Yang Ji glanced at it and said.

"I'll say it, I'll say it." The Demon Mushroom's eyelids twitched madly, nodding obediently like a pecking chicken, "Master, listen closely, I, the little Mushroom, am about to recite the earth-shattering Supreme Buddhist Scripture, make sure you listen carefully."

"Hmm, go ahead!" Yang Ji nodded, listening intently.

But after more than a dozen breaths passed, the Demon Mushroom's face turned red as if it were constipated, and it couldn't spit out a single word.

"Why aren't you speaking?" Yang Ji scrutinized it.

"I... I can't recite it, every time I try to recite it, the scripture becomes blurry and hides deep within my memory," the Demon Mushroom lamented.

"Can't recite it?" Yang Ji's expression became solemn, "The law is not transmitted to the uninitiated; it seems you have indeed cultivated a scripture that touches upon the Dao, this is the scripture protecting itself."

"Can you write it down instead?"

Yang Ji took the matter seriously, realizing that it might truly possess a Supreme Buddhist Scripture capable of self-protection. A scripture of such intelligence and caliber was more advanced than any Cultivation Technique or Divine Skill he had cultivated.

"I'll try and see." Startled by this situation, the Demon Mushroom attempted to write it out.

With its hands drawing in midair, the Demon Mushroom tried to write down the Buddhist Scripture in its mind.

Soon, an enigmatic tadpole character was laboriously imprinted in the void by the Demon Mushroom using its Spiritual Power.

The character was full of life, appearing as a living thing the moment it formed, flickering ceaselessly in the void.

Accompanied by a surge of Buddha's light which was so intense that it calmed the spirit and the atmosphere was harmonious and peaceful, as if bathed in a gentle spring breeze, and evoked the ethereal sound of chanting.