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"So that's how it is!" Yang Ji nodded.
"My lord, I have told the truth now, please spare me."
The Demon Mushroom pleaded pitifully.
"Spare you? You've consumed too much flesh and blood of cultivators, you are an Evil Holy Medicine, and as a disciple of our Dao Sect, I must eradicate such evil." Yang Ji glanced at it sideways, striking a pose.
He quietly closed his five fingers, exerting pressure on it.
"My lord, I was powerless to resist before; I didn't have a choice when consuming flesh and blood. Now, I want to be a good mushroom, please spare me." said the Demon Mushroom, as it felt the pressure between the fingers intensify, hastily adding as it sobbed, "Great lord, if you spare me, I am willing to submit to you, I am willing to follow you. I possess Buddhist Scriptures;
my talents are better than those you just took under you, I will definitely be more useful to you in the future.
