Gu Qingheng picked up a branch and stabbed it into the ground, but it felt as if a hand beneath was pulling on it. Despite his strength, he couldn’t resist and finally had to let go, watching the branch disappear into the ground, unable to help but gasp.

Ming Guang picked up a plank from the ground and threw it toward the swamp, then jumped. As the plank landed on the swamp, he stepped on it, his body soared into the air again, and when he landed, he was already on the other side of the swamp.

The reason he knew it was safe there was because the gold snake had already driven a group of venomous snakes over first. It knew where it could tread. When there were other things to eat, it wouldn’t eat its own kind, but if it were truly hungry, it wouldn’t hesitate. These snakes were very poisonous, and it really couldn’t bear to get rid of them.

Gu Qingheng laughed briefly, hurriedly mimicking and jumped over too.

Following the gold snake’s leaps, they went a long way before the ground underfoot finally became solid.

The further they went, the thinner the fog became until it merely dissipated, indicating they were nearly at the center of Misty Forest or about to pass through it.

Suddenly, a white light lunged at Gu Qingheng. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Gu Qingheng quickly teleported to evade.

The white light landed on a tree behind him, revealing a small white dog? No, it should be a small white weasel.

The little creature was clearly surprised that someone could evade its claws, paused briefly, then rushed over again.

The gold snake was not having it, thinking, "Where did this bastard come from? How dare it keep scratching at my master’s face? If it’s ruined, can you compensate?" It immediately rushed forward.

Actually, the small white weasel also liked eating poisonous things, like venomous snakes, but the gold snake wasn’t an ordinary snake. It was a Spiritual Beast, without a nemesis in this world.

Facing the gold snake, the small white weasel was quite unlucky. After only a few rounds, it let out a cry and fell from the tree.

At this moment, a faint sound of flute playing emerged.

The small white weasel seemed to hear a summoning, turned, and ran, but left a trail of blood, limping as it moved.

The gold snake spat out a tuft of fur, thinking, "If I weren’t already full, I wouldn’t have let you off." For now, it seemed content to let it live a bit longer.

However, Gu Qingheng frowned. Someone was summoning the small white weasel, clearly indicating that their every move had been watched. He immediately chased after the white weasel, and before long, they were out of the forest, only to find themselves at a clifftop, the depths below unfathomable, but a mountain peak was not far to the right.

"I’ve truly underestimated you." A man in black stood on a huge rock at the cliff’s edge, holding a flute, with the small white weasel nestled in his arms. The mask identified him as Flame.

However, Gu Qingheng didn’t believe this to be the real Flame.

"I, the General, have never thought highly of you."

Flame chuckled, "Since you’re here, you might as well stay. What my herbalists need most is someone like you."

"That depends on whether you have the capability." Gu Qingheng suddenly attacked.

The gold snake, seeing a fight was imminent, didn’t remain idle and rushed forward as well.