Grenade Mushroom

"Bao'er, help Dad get another one." Han Sen thought if there was a sacred-blood beast soul up for grabs from the mushrooms, he couldn't leave satisfied with an ordinary one.

Bao'er went to pick one up, but Han Sen suddenly blurted out, "That one? That's only like the size of a fist. Surely it can't have anything good inside it. Instead, grab that big one there."

Bao'er grabbed it and passed the football-sized mushroom over to Han Sen. It was much heavier than the one he last received.

"It's obvious this is the sort to hold something good. The bigger it is, the more lifeforce it has absorbed. It must be a few tiers above the rest," Han Sen said and then squeezed it.

Pop!

The football-sized mushroom was broken. A white light quickly penetrated Han Sen's Sea of Soul.

"Ordinary Beast Soul Grenade Mushroom obtained."

"Sh*t! Why is it just an ordinary beast soul again? Are the smaller ones better?" Han Sen wondered.