Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 225 - 146: Foxes’ Spending Habits, Fox Mountain’s Bullet Tree, Immortal Martial Heaven’s Super Fatty (Part 2)

The foxes looked at each other, all contemplating the meaning behind the master's words. Could it be... that the Imitation Vine was residing within the chili tree? In order to protect itself, could the Imitation Vine produce fruit in the shape of bullets, just like the chili tree?

"Ying ying ying?"

"Ao ao ao?"

"Ying ying ying?"

The fox apprentices immediately started hopping around, cheering in joy!

The entire hall was engulfed in a sea of cheers!

The master grafted fake fruits onto the chili tree and fooled the Imitation Vine!

Bai Mo stood by the side, looking at the chili tree with a smile.

The principle was indeed as such... grafting fake fruits onto the chili tree to deceive the resident Imitation Vine, allowing it to grow bullet-shaped fruits.

But the specific details, the various operations and modifications... all of these had cost Bai Mo many brain cells and required days of work, which there was no need to explain to the apprentices.

After celebrating, the apprentices gathered around the master, their fluffy heads piling up, listening to the master talk about the various bullets on the tree. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"The bullet with a metallic texture is the sample for the Imitation Vine; do not touch or pick it.

"This one looks metallic, but it doesn't feel smooth or cool to the touch, and it's lighter; this is the bullet produced by the Imitation Vine.

"This bullet was specifically designed, with a primer that allows it to be used directly when loaded into a gun.

"The bullet's tip has special properties that can obscure some spiritual senses, with certain armor-piercing capabilities, and its power is quite decent."

The apprentices widened their eyes, watching as the master plucked a plant bullet, nodding one after another.

They glanced askance toward the air, toward the screen, toward the Immortal Artifact Bullet placed in the armory shrine.

"Ao ao ao?"

"Ying ying ying?"

Bai Mo paused for a moment, pondering.

"Are you comparing this with that?

"There's no comparison.

"This one... if nothing unexpected happens, an ordinary Sequence Eight probably can't defend against it!"

The fox apprentices cheered wildly!

Seeing another red bullet on the bullet tree, White Moon raised a front paw, pointing over.

"Ying ying ao ao?"

Bai Mo furrowed his brows slightly, a bit irritated.

"This one... is still under research and hasn't been figured out yet, let's not talk about it!"

…

The research on the red bullet requires a lot of data support, needing to wait until the bullet tree field of Fox Mountain grows before continuing.

That morning, Bai Mo sat in the Bronze Hall, behind the desk, beginning to sort through the documents accumulated over these days.

Small and Big Eyes ran to the bullet tree field, leaving the hall without a secretary. A pile of documents was neatly arranged, while another was slightly messy.

Bai Mo wasn't fussy, squatting down, taking and reading through the sheets one by one.

"…Still experimental data?

"Not of much use."

Turning over dozens of stone slabs, he still found experimental data dug out from underwater.

Of little use, but Bai Mo did not overlook any, examining each one carefully.

"This one too…

"Huh?

"Did I remember it incorrectly?"

Bai Mo looked at the data recorded on the stone slab, gently wiping away the mud to confirm he wasn't mistaken.

"According to this description, converted to today's data, this experimental subject is three meters tall, weighing four hundred pounds?

"How is that possible?

"Even a gorilla doesn't have such a physique?"

The data detailed the waist circumference, arm span, chest circumference, shoulder width, leg length, hip width, etc., which Bai Mo reviewed, sketching a rough outline on a tablet computer according to the data.

"Huh?

"Is this a super fatty?"

The data outlined a super fatty with a pear-shaped body, looking quite unhealthy.

"The Ancient Immortal Dynasty was able to breed such a physique?

"Even if so, shouldn't such an individual be of noble status?

"How did they end up as an experimental subject?"

While wondering, Bai Mo continued reading the documents.

But as he read on, his expression became increasingly peculiar.

Because the research description in the document portrayed this experimental subject not as an unhealthy fatty,

but as... an Immortal Martial path genius?

Bai Mo pondered for a moment and suddenly realized this was indeed a misconception of his, deceived by modern television dramas!

If speaking of the physique of a martial arts expert... it wouldn't be slender and trim. They'd at least have a strong and sturdy build.

Even the fitness-obsessed husky waist isn't practical within martial arts.

In ancient times, all famous generals had general stomachs, with broad shoulders and hefty waists.

Sumo wrestlers in the neighboring island nation are all muscle wrapped in fat.

In the neighboring country of Korea, even movie stars, like the power-packed Superman, have a thick neck comparable to their heads.

Even combat sports have different weight classes. A lightweight taking on a heavyweight is just unfeasible!

"By this reasoning, a pear-shaped fatty standing three meters tall, and weighing four hundred pounds, indeed qualifies as a genius if cultivating the Immortal Martial path!"

Understanding this, Bai Mo immediately became interested in the experiment, eager to understand the so-called Immortal Martial genius!

Yet after rummaging through the document pile for a long while, he found little discovery, only a few sparse data... presumably because there's too few such samples, possibly only one, resulting in meager experimental data.

"There's a record here, though…

"… It mentions the experimental subject of the Immortal Martial path having terrifying strength that was uncontrollable, so their scapula was pierced by an Immortal Artifact to consume its strength, thereby allowing control."

…

Deep in the swamp's deep water zone.

The Big Mushroom Ship glided through like a giant python underwater, stirring up waves of undercurrents.

The water quality beneath the swamp had gradually become murky.

However, the sunken ruins beneath the swamp had gradually been cleaned up... almost everything portable was moved to the surface.

In the Big Mushroom Ship's cockpit, Bai Xingxing manned the steering wheel and throttle.

Quanquan Hu, on the other hand, cradled a bronze mask, meticulously discussing with the mask left behind by Marquis Qingyun.

"Ying ying ying, ao ao ao, ying ying ao ao!"

Fox Mountain had long discovered that this mask communicated with the outside world not through spoken language... In other words, it could understand Chinese, Sequence language, and the fox's language.

At this moment, Quanquan Hu was advising it... persuading it to lead the Big Mushroom Ship to find other Immortal Artifact siblings scattered under the water.

No choice, for Quanquan Hu's treasure-hunting intuition was inconsistent... and lately, it seemed rather ineffective. Fortunately, foxes are cunning enough, directly taking the bronze mask, this traitor Immortal Artifact that surrendered to Fox Mountain, as a guide, heading straight to other Immortal Artifact dens!

"Ying ying ao ao ao!"

… Immortal Artifacts joining Fox Mountain can't be wrong, all having bright futures ahead.

Yet the mask's expression was like crying and laughing, peculiarly strange.

Quanquan Hu paused for a moment. Does it not regard the other Immortal Artifacts as siblings?

"Ying ying ao ao ao, ao ao ying ying!"

… Take us to find your Immortal Artifact friends, Immortal Artifact companions!

The mask remained with that same expression, like crying and laughing.

This time, Quanquan Hu furrowed its brows, pat its plump head, imagined a bit, and roughly understood... It seemed as if the mask was happy, happy while reminiscing the past and remembering bygone days. Yet it also seemed sad, sad because the Immortal Artifact siblings, Immortal Artifact friends, were no longer here.

"Ao?"

Quanquan Hu furrowed its brow.

If that's really the case, it would be troublesome!

But on second thought, it opened its mind, holding the mask, speaking in fox language once more.

"Ao ao ao, ying ying ying, ao ao ying ying!"

… It doesn't have to be high-level Immortal Artifacts, your former subordinates or the tools you used, that would do!

In terms of collecting discarded items, Fox Mountain never fusses, the principle being that finding is gaining, and never disdainful!

And then the mask in Quanquan Hu's fox claw trembled slightly, surprisingly floating up, facing southeast underwater, raising its chin.

"Ao?"

Quanquan Hu's eyes immediately slanted toward the southeast direction.

With this guidance, its treasure-seeking radar seemed to regain some sensation?

"Ao ao ao!"

It pointed a fox claw, and Bai Xingxing, piloting the Big Mushroom Ship, immediately understood, adjusting the ship's bow, stirring up waves as it surged toward the southeast!