The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space Chapter 2479: Xiaobai the Weasel (3)

Gu Qingheng prodded the ground with a branch, but it felt as if an unseen force was pulling it down. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't resist the pull and had to release the branch, watching in stunned silence as it vanished beneath the earth.

Ming Guang, seeing this, grabbed a plank from the ground and tossed it towards the treacherous swamp. He then leaped, landing on the plank as it settled, and with another powerful bound, he was already on the other side.

The gold snake had cleared the path ahead, driving a group of venomous snakes to the swamp first. It possessed an innate knowledge of safe passage. While it preferred not to prey on its own kind when other food was available, it was not above doing so if driven by hunger. These snakes were highly venomous, and the gold snake was reluctant to eliminate them entirely.

Gu Qingheng let out a short laugh, quickly imitating Ming Guang and leaping across the swamp as well.

Following the gold snake's agile leaps, they journeyed for a considerable distance before the ground beneath their feet finally felt firm and stable.

As they ventured onward, the dense fog began to thin, eventually dissipating altogether. This indicated they were either nearing the heart of the Misty Forest or preparing to emerge from it.

Suddenly, a streak of white light shot towards Gu Qingheng.

Reacting swiftly, Gu Qingheng utilized his teleportation ability to evade the blinding flash.

The white light struck a tree behind him, revealing its source: a small white canine? No, upon closer inspection, it appeared to be a small white weasel.

The tiny creature seemed genuinely surprised that its attack had been evaded. It paused for a mere moment before lunging again.

The gold snake, witnessing this, became incensed. It thought, "Where did this imposter crawl from? How dare it try to scratch my master’s face! If he gets injured, can you even afford to compensate me?" Without hesitation, it surged forward.

In truth, the small white weasel had a penchant for consuming venomous creatures, such as snakes. However, the gold snake was no ordinary serpent; it was a Spiritual Beast, possessing no natural enemies in this realm.

Faced with the formidable gold snake, the small white weasel found itself at a severe disadvantage. After only a few exchanges, it let out a pained cry and tumbled from the tree.

Just then, the faint melody of a flute drifted through the air.

As if hearing an irresistible summons, the small white weasel turned and fled, leaving a trail of blood in its wake as it limped away.

The gold snake expelled a clump of fur, thinking, "If I weren't already quite full, I wouldn't have let that little pest escape." For the moment, it seemed content to let the weasel live a little longer.

Gu Qingheng’s frown deepened. Someone had summoned the small white weasel, a clear sign that their movements had been under surveillance. He immediately gave chase to the retreating weasel. Before long, they burst out of the forest, only to find themselves at the edge of a precipice. The chasm below was an unfathomable depth, but a distant mountain peak loomed to their right.

"I have truly underestimated your abilities," a man garbed in black declared, standing upon a large rock at the cliff’s edge. He held a flute in his hand, and the small white weasel was nestled comfortably in his arms. His mask bore the insignia of Flame.

However, Gu Qingheng harbored doubts about whether this was the genuine Flame.

"I, the General, have never held you in high regard," the man continued.

Flame let out a low chuckle. "Since you have arrived, you might as well remain. What my herbalists require most is someone with your unique talents."

"That remains to be seen, depending on your own capabilities," Gu Qingheng retorted, launching a sudden assault.

The gold snake, sensing the imminent battle, did not stand idly by and charged forward alongside Gu Qingheng.