Chapter 113: Life Spirit Body Suppression

"Damn, why do you need so many?" Yang Wei snapped, glaring at Ram. "Do you even know how long it takes to grow each spore into a Blast Mushroom?"

He threw his hands up in frustration, his anger heightened, he didn't even care about the suppression of Life Spirit Body on him.

"Even with my perfect Qi Refining stage, I can barely grow one or two Blast Mushrooms using all my spiritual power. And that's with my perfected Rapid Growth spell! It still takes time, so what the hell are you planning to do with a hundred?"

His voice grew sharper, more impatient, as the reality of Ram's request hit him. "What? Do you plan on blasting the entire underground layer to pieces?"

His excitement mixed with anger, thinking Ram was mocking him. How could someone at an intermediate Qi Refining stage make such outrageous demands?

Yang Wei couldn't help but feel insulted. He was a perfect-level Qi Refiner, corresponding to a peak Tier 3 professional, only a step away from breaking into the Foundation Establishment stage, or Tier 4.

He wasn't just some ordinary Spiritual Planter—he was a member of the immortal civilization's long-standing lineage with a wood spirit body, and even for him, growing five or six Tier 3 Blast Mushrooms in a single day, using Rapid Growth, was an achievement.

But Ram, who was far beneath him in cultivation, was demanding a hundred like it was nothing.

If not for the fifty or so Half-Drow bodyguards standing behind Ram, Yang Wei would've taught him a lesson in humility.

Despite generations of blending with Blue Star's diverse populations, creatures from the immortal clans still measured themselves by their own standards.

In the immortal path, from the lowest to highest Qi Refining stage was divided into nine stages, with every three stages corresponding to Tier 1, 2, and 3 professionals.

Some geniuses could push through to a tenth level, but that was rare.

The next step after Qi Refining was Foundation Establishment, equivalent to Tier 4. This was where a cultivator's spiritual power would turn liquid, similar to Tier 4 professionals.

Which is quite similar to each other, or to say most part of the professional's evolutionary route of Blue Star—copied from both the immortal and wizard civilizations—was tailored for those born without natural spiritual roots or wizard talent.

This, in turn, affected his movement and thinking abilities to various degrees. If it happened during a battle, one might as well consider themselves as good as dead.

Ram's gaze was calm, almost indifferent. "You were saying something about my abilities?" he asked, his voice soft but laced with a cold edge.

Yang Wei couldn't respond. All he could do was stare at Ram, trembling as he realized he had severely underestimated him.

Ram waved his hand dismissively, releasing the heavy suppression on Yang Wei. The pressure lifted instantly, allowing Yang Wei to finally breathe freely again.

He staggered slightly, regaining his composure, but the shock of the experience still lingered on his face.

Without a word, Yang Wei handed over twenty Blast Mushroom seeds, his earlier arrogance thoroughly deflated.

"I'll need some time to condense more," he muttered, his tone far more obedient now.

The process of condensing seeds was easy for him, all it needed was spiritual power. Still feeling the residual tension from the earlier suppression, he took a deep breath, closing his eyes to focus. Slowly, he summoned his innate plant spirit.

Behind him, a towering shadow took form, a virtual image of a dark red mushroom. The mushroom stood tall, its thick stalk twisting upward, capped by a broad, ominous surface.

The upper body of the mushroom was riddled with small blisters, each one pulsing faintly as if alive.

From the blisters, thin streams of virtual smoke rose, resembling tiny volcanic eruptions ready to ignite.

The smoke flickered and hissed, giving the illusion of simmering flame, an embodiment of the explosive power the Blast Mushroom was known for.

Yang Wei extended his hands toward the virtual mushroom. As he concentrated, the blisters on the mushroom's surface began to swell and tremble, filling with spiritual energy.

Slowly, they released small puffs of smoke and ash, and as they did, tiny, shimmering spores started to coalesce at the tips of Yang Wei's fingers.

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