The Reuse of Golden Needle Mushrooms! Stuffing Each Other's Mouths!

The pain was truly painful, but the improvement was truly fast!

It made people hurt and happy at the same time—there was a tendency to become perverted.

"I understand the sixteen-character mantra at the beginning of Tibetan Esoteric Vajra Zen now." Dai Mubai covered his face.

Oscar nodded with his face covered.

—Endure pain, adapt to pain, accept pain, enjoy pain!

"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle—"

Dai Mubai's stomach growled.

He took out his waterskin and chugged a huge mouthful of water.

But it still did nothing to stave off his hunger.

Especially when First Hong set up a fire and began roasting meat.

The aroma drifted over, making saliva flow without stop.

"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle!!!"

This time, Oscar's stomach protested too.

The two looked at each other.

"We forgot that we're Soul Masters. Our daily training is too intense; we can't go without eating." Oscar looked awful.

"Then should we eat?" Dai Mubai suggested.

Oscar was tempted.

Then—

He abruptly stood up!

"I'll squat for a while longer and try to empty myself out."

"Together."

Half an hour later.

The two finally returned, trembling as they looked at everyone wolfing down roasted meat. Silently, they took out the clay jars containing the golden needle mushrooms.

They chewed them carefully, unwilling to swallow for a long while.

Partly because the golden needle mushrooms could not be chewed through and were a little choking.

But also because—

These would be their only "clean" food for some time to come.

Eat them while they lasted!

"Huh?" Oscar rubbed his stomach. "It feels warm, just like a Recovery Sausage, but the effect is even better."

Dai Mubai seemed to have guessed something and immediately began circulating his cultivation method.

He opened his eyes in delight!

"As expected of grass from the God Realm. It's actually strengthening my meridians and internal organs!"

Oh?

The two hurriedly sat down and cultivated.

After resting for the night.

The group set out again and soon arrived at Star Dou Town.

But they did not stop, heading straight for the Star Dou Great Forest.

Quite a few people needed to hunt Soul Rings this time. Time was tight and the task was heavy; there could not be the slightest delay.

They reached the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest in the afternoon.

Flender spoke—

"Everyone, eat something and replenish your strength."

"We'll set out in half an hour to hunt Soul Rings!"

Everyone rested where they were and took out rations and jerky to eat.

Only Dai Mubai and Oscar, wearing miserable expressions, took out those clay jars again and walked off to the side.

"Mubai, where are you two going?" Zhao Wuji asked.

"To empty our stomachs." Oscar said with difficulty.

If they did not shit—

How could they have anything to eat?

Zhao Wuji did not think much of it and merely told them not to go too far.

He did not notice in the slightest.

First Hong used a strand of Speed Divine Sense to quietly follow the two.

"Nine Color Goddess": Hahaha! They're finally getting started!

"God of Speed": It's a little disgusting, but if it's you, I'd be very willing to watch.

"God of Phoenix": Bleurgh— I want to watch, but it's disgusting. What a dilemma!

"God of Emotion": Streamer, can you make Tang San eat it too?

First Hong rubbed his chin.

That would be a little difficult.

After all, Tang San had his own cultivation method, and his pride was strong as well.

"Nine Color Goddess": Enough! Stop changing the subject! Hurry up and follow them!

First Hong spread his Phoenix Wings and silently followed.

For the first livestream since coming to this world.

A food stream!

There was no need to go into detail about the food preparation process.

The two rinsed the golden needle mushrooms in the river again and again, like swishing them through Hot Pot.

When they fished them out and looked—

As expected of weeds from the God Realm.

There was not even a tooth mark on them, and all the extra stuff had been rinsed away.

Yet the two could not help imagining what they had looked like when they first came out, steaming hot.

"Bleurgh—"

Oscar put on the Mask of Pain, unable to bring himself to take a bite for a long time.

Dai Mubai was the same.

"How about... we stuff them into each other's mouths?" Oscar suggested. "I really can't make myself take a bite."

"Fine!"

The two stood facing each other, one hand gripping the other's mouth and the other holding a handful of golden needle mushrooms.

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

"Stuff!"

They shoved a handful into each other's mouths, then clamped their hands over them to keep the other from spitting them out.

Anyone who did not know better would have thought they were fighting.

First Hong could not bear to look.

Inside the Livestream Room.

"God of Speed": Hahaha! Eat shit!

"Nine Color Goddess": Interesting, interesting. Oscar was the one who came up with this idea back then. He even brought it up to me while we were dating. It was beyond disgusting.

"God of Speed": That's called reaping what you sow.

"God of Emotion": Uh... there's something that might make you even happier. They each stuffed the other with their own handful.

Holy shit!

That was true!

Didn't that mean they had fed the other person their own—

Bleurgh—

The two had clearly realized it as well, but it was already in their mouths. They could not possibly spit it out now, could they?

They could only force themselves to swallow.

Then they plunged their heads into the stream and guzzled water to wash away the taste in their mouths.

"Burp—"

They forcefully drank themselves full of water.

"Strange." Oscar exhaled. "Why does it still smell bad? Is it just my imagination?"

"I feel the same way." Dai Mubai frowned. "Forget it, stop talking about it. We finally managed to swallow it. If we keep going, we might throw up again."

"True. I can feel it working. Let's hurry back and cultivate to strengthen our meridians."

Up in the sky.

First Hong looked at the Soul Beast herd relieving itself upstream and felt a little sorry for the two.

They had originally only eaten a bit of their own and each other's.

Now they had also gulped down a stomachful of Soul Beast waste.

They had truly—

Eaten their fill.

First Hong felt a little physically ill and turned to fly away.

You two, this food stream is a one-time thing.

It's too disgusting. I never want to watch it again.

"God of Emotion": Same. I don't want to watch either.

"God of Speed": After the thrill, it really is disgusting.

"Nine Color Goddess": You all feel that way? I thought you were enjoying it, so I couldn't bear to interrupt.

"God of Phoenix": We should be the ones saying that!

"God of Speed": Sigh, in the end, we just can't be like Them, shamelessly taking it for granted.

"Nine Color Goddess": Tell me about it.

First Hong secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It was good that they found it disgusting. They had not become perverts yet.

When he returned to the group.

Zhu Zhuqing spotted him immediately and walked over.

But she did not ask anything, merely sitting beside him.

First Hong also needed a moment to recover. Even the air felt fresher beside Zhu Zhuqing.

More than ten minutes later.

The two-man group appeared with ugly expressions, standing there with their faces hanging low.

After a while.

Flender spoke—

"Everyone is here, so let's set off."

"Although more people are hunting Soul Rings this time, we still need to follow Shrek's tradition. Before you face danger, we teachers will not intervene."

"The hunting team will be led by..."

His gaze moved between First Hong, Dai Mubai, and Tang San.

Who should be given command?

"I'll be at the front. I'm not suited for commanding." Dai Mubai volunteered.

Tang San said nothing, looking expectantly at Flender.

He still enjoyed commanding, and as a control-type Soul Master, he could more easily oversee the entire situation.

The commanders of ordinary teams were usually control-type Soul Masters as well.

But—

First Hong was also a control-type Soul Master, and he outclassed Tang San in every respect.

It made it impossible for Flender to play favorites.

"Command will be handed to First Hong."