Each spore was very tiny, dark red, and faintly glowing with internal energy. The condensation process was complex, requiring precise control over his spiritual power, which was funneled into each spore.
One by one, the spores ford, dropping into his palm. It took a few minutes to gather more, but the process was smooth, the spiritual essence of the Blast Mushroom rging effortlessly with the condensed seeds.
Soon, he had condensed the spores Ram had asked for. Reluctantly, he handed them over, exchanging them for the Spirit Mushrooms Ram provided in return.
However, even after the deal was done, Yang Wei didn't leave. Despite the humiliation, a sense of curiosity—and perhaps a bit of pride—kept him rooted in place.
He followed behind Ram, keeping a few paces back, a hint of resignation in his steps. His earlier scorn had dulled, but not disappeared entirely.
He couldn't help but think, 'Fine, let's see what you can really do. If you fail, I'll have my laugh then.'
Yang Wei, still fuming inwardly, wasn't about to let go of the idea that Ram was bluffing.
If the situation turned, he'd be ready to mock him for overstepping his bounds.
Yang Wei's worldview shattered the mont he witnessed what Ram did next. In disbelief, he stared as Ram took one of the Blast Mushroom spores Yang Wei had given him.
Without using any visible spell or technique, the spore began to grow—no, not just grow, but accelerate at an unbelievable rate. The process was faster than anything Yang Wei had ever seen.
In re minutes, the tiny spore transford—first into delicate mycelium, then the mycelium grew faster and larger turning into a baby mushroom, and finally, into a fully matured Tier 3 Blast Mushroom.
Yang Wei's jaw dropped. His perfect-level Rapid Growth spell, which he had spent years mastering, now seed like shit in comparison to the miracle unfolding before him.
'How?' he thought, eyes wide with shock, but there was no one who could answer him.
Even at his best, with all his power, it would take him over an hour to grow a single Blast Mushroom. So, he usually keeps a stack of them since they can be detonated later.
That was done with focused effort and using every ounce of spiritual power he possessed. Yet here was Ram, doing it in minutes, effortlessly.
Yang Wei couldn't detect any spiritual fluctuations, had no spell energy, and had no spiritual power spikes. Ram was hiding everything perfectly.
Unbeknownst to Yang Wei, Ram was using his Life Energy, which was perfectly under his control thanks to his Life Spirit Body.
Although he cannot hide it from beings like Master Orion, there won't be a second ti like attracts Wraiths due to the fluctuations of Life Energy leaks.
Yang Wei's thoughts were a chaotic jumble. He had always taken pride in his skills, his perfect level Qi Refining stage, and his Rapid Growth spell, but what Ram had just done made his years of cultivation feel almost irrelevant.
Ram, carefully gauging Yang Wei's reaction, didn't miss the shift in his deanor. The disbelief, the shock—it was all expected, he smiled enjoying the shock.
At first, he didn't want him to follow him, but he suddenly changed his mind, instead of hiding his abilities he showed them openly, just so he planned on subduing him.
When he checked Yang Wei's attributes earlier, he saw the grade of the Blast Mushroom he awakened, a High-level Profound Grade with the potential to grow into a Tier 6 spiritual plant.
This also ans Yang Wei has the sa potential, and if there were any special chances to evolve the Blast Mushroom, its grade could be improved to Earth Grade above Profound Grade.
At Tier 6, each Blast Mushroom has power comparable to thousands of kilograms of TNT.
Just Imagine tens of them cluster together and detonate together... What if hundreds of them blasted together the destruction power is not sothing even Tier 7 monsters can handle.
Yang Wei who had been following behind him didn't know his thoughts, hoping to catch Ram struggling or failing so he could mock him, couldn't say a word. -verified
But now, all Yang Wei could do was watch in silence, stunned.
Yang Wei rembered how he had exhausted his stockpile of Blast Mushrooms in the last battle against the Half-Drow Fire Mages, barely managing to keep a few of his comrades alive.
But watching Ram, a new realization struck him—this was on an entirely different level.
Yang Wei finally understood why he felt such strong suppression when facing Ram earlier.
But even now, witnessing the impossible, he couldn't grasp how it was possible.
As he continued to watch more his shock steadily morphed into disbelief, and then finally, into a numb acceptance.
Each ti Ram took a spore and grew it into a mature Blast Mushroom, Yang Wei's worldview crumbled further.
He could feel it in his bones—this wasn't normal.
It wasn't just a matter of spiritual power.
It was as if Ram had an endless reservoir of energy, sothing far beyond the spiritual power he was used to seeing in Qi Refiners or even in Foundation Establishnt cultivators.
"This guy... What kind of freak is he?" Yang Wei thought, his earlier arrogance completely evaporating.
Ram worked with quiet efficiency, one after another until all twenty spores Yang Wei had reluctantly handed over were transford.
Each fully-grown Blast Mushroom glowed faintly with the sa deep red shimr, perfectly matured, without a single flaw.
And it all happened in under an hour.
Finally, when the last mushroom sat on the table, Ram turned around and looked at Yang Wei, his expression calm but with a subtle hint of expectation.
He raised his hand, palm open.
"More spores," Ram said simply, his tone polite, but the request carrying the weight of inevitability.
Yang Wei's heart skipped a beat. For a mont, Yang Wei stood there frozen, not sure if he should laugh or cry.
'More spores?' He had just watched this man, who was supposedly below his level, create twenty Blast Mushrooms in a fraction of the ti it would take him to do a fraction of that.
The absurdity of the situation made him feel like he was dreaming.
"I... uh..." Yang Wei stamred, searching for words. "You—you're a freak."
Ram smiled faintly but didn't say a word, his hand still outstretched.
Yang Wei, swallowing his pride, fumbled around in his pouch before pulling out more seeds that he stored for himself, this ti without the earlier hesitation.
With a resigned sigh, he placed another handful of Blast Mushroom spores into Ram's palm. "Here... but seriously, what are you?" he finally asked, unable to contain his curiosity any longer.
Ram's expression remained serene, his eyes revealing nothing as he pocketed the seeds. "I'm just a Spiritual Planter," he replied, voice casual, though the hidden power in his words left Yang Wei even more perplexed.
As Ram turned his focus back to the newly acquired spores, Yang Wei stood there quietly, his thoughts racing. 'Just a Spiritual Planter? You say?' There was nothing just about what he had witnessed.
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