Chapter 2699: The Forest Moved

Ye Zhangqing and those Tree Ghosts reached an agreement, and the Tree Ghosts promised to safely send them back to the Flame Martial Tribe.

Hearing this, Qi Wu was completely dumbfounded, even more bewildered than when he just learned that Ye Zhangqing could communicate with these Tree Ghosts.

Originally, Ye Zhangqing being able to communicate with Tree Ghosts was already absurd enough; now he even directly came to an agreement with them himself.

What the hell did you say?

Qi Wu stared blankly at Ye Zhangqing before him, unable to speak for a long time.

These are Tree Ghosts, how exactly did you talk to them? When did Tree Ghosts become so easy to deal with?

These are all living ancestors, can they promise to escort us back? Wait, that's not right……………………

Besides being shocked, Qi Wu suddenly realized a problem: these Tree Ghosts are strong, but they cannot leave the Black Mist Forest.

They are based on the ancient trees within the Black Mist Forest; without those ancient trees, it's uncertain whether they can survive.

Moreover, the distance from here to the Flame Martial Tribe is not short; if they can't even get out of the Black Mist Forest, how are they supposed to escort us?

Are these Tree Ghosts not just messing with Ye Zhangqing?

"Brother Ye, you might have been tricked."

After voicing his doubts, upon hearing this, Ye Zhangqing shook his head and said.

"I just asked them too; they said they have their own way, and we'll just go together with the forest when the time comes."

Hmm???

"Go together with the forest?"

Qi Wu, like Ye Zhangqing, is completely at a loss; what do you mean by that?

For now we can't figure it out, but soon everyone will understand.

Since he has reached an agreement with the numerous Tree Ghosts, Ye Zhangqing finally has a little time to rest.

To persuade these Tree Ghosts, the conditions Ye Zhangqing agreed to are by no means lenient.

At his busiest before, he was merely responsible for the three daily meals of the Dao Yi Shengdi.

But just now, Ye Zhangqing promised these Tree Ghosts six meals a day, basically one meal every two Shíchén, with each meal taking one Shíchén to eat.

Over a day, Ye Zhangqing would be able to rest for six Shíchén.

Given Ye Zhangqing's cultivation, this intensity is naturally nothing.

After all, with a cultivator's physique, if placed in his previous life, it would surely be an innate ox-and-horse holy body.

Not to mention being able to rest six Shíchén a day; even if you worked twelve Shíchén nonstop, a cultivator of Ancient Immortal Realm cultivation turning for a hundred eighty years would feel no pressure.

But given Ye Zhangqing's temperament, this is already overloaded operation; at least since his transmigration, he has never experienced such a desperate effort.

But for the sake of survival, he still agreed without hesitation.

Afterwards, these Tree Ghosts fulfilled their promise, began escorting Ye Zhangqing and his group back to the Flame Martial Tribe, taking the entire Black Mist Forest with them.

The Fire Spirit Tribe and Stone Scale Tribe people guarding outside the forest had just finished building a blockade, preparing to trap the Flame Martial Tribe people to death inside the Black Mist Forest.

But inexplicably, a member of the Fire Spirit Tribe sensed that the Black Mist Forest might have moved?

Because just a moment ago, he had just completed a blockade that was clearly aimed at one of the exits of the Black Mist Forest.

But in the blink of an eye, it inexplicably skewed, no longer aligning.

Some disbelievers double-checked, and even this Fire Spirit Tribe member thought perhaps he had caused the blockade to shift slightly.

But after checking, he found no issue; upon looking again at the Black Mist Forest, it had shifted another distance, becoming even more absurd.

Now, this Fire Spirit Tribe member could hardly sit still, hurriedly seeking out Huoming.

"Young Chief, something major has happened."

"What's wrong? Have the Flame Martial Tribe people appeared?"

Seated in the newly erected tent, Huoming asked, but the next second, the tribe member's answer directly made him shout angrily.

"No, it's the Black Mist Forest; the Black Mist Forest has moved."

"What moved?"

"The Black Mist Forest, the whole forest has moved, as if it grew legs."

"You're drunk, how can a forest move? Get back and guard properly; if you let the Flame Martial Tribe people escape, I'll take your head."

"No, Young Chief, I haven't drunk; it really moved, I swear."

Seeing Huoming not believe him, this Fire Spirit Tribe member hurriedly assured, how could he dare joke about such a thing.

The Black Mist Forest really did move; he was also dazed, so he came to report to the Young Chief right away.

Seeing this Fire Spirit Tribe member repeatedly assure, Huoming then cursed and got up.

"Nonsense, how can a forest move?"

While speaking, Huoming walked toward the tent exterior, but as soon as he stepped out, he himself froze, eyes wide round, looking like he'd seen a ghost.

It wasn't that he really saw a ghost; rather, because there was nothing at all, it left Huoming completely stunned.

All that could be seen was that the Black Mist Forest, which should have been right before everyone, right in front of them, was now gone.

"Where is the Black Mist Forest?"

Looking at the empty expanse before him, only the distant, faintly undulating Black Mang Mountain Range could be seen; Huoming was completely dumbfounded.

Where did such a large expanse of Black Mist Forest go?

He had only been sitting in the tent for less than a quarter hour; how could such a vast forest just disappear?

Huoming stood there dazed, while the Fire Spirit Tribe member beside him muttered quietly.

"I said the Black Mist Forest moved on its own; it ran far away."

"Where did it run to?"

Huoming roared angrily, then turned his head to see a huge expanse of Black Mist Forest; damn, in less than a quarter hour it had already gone nearly a li away.

Honestly, this speed is indeed not fast, much slower than a snail, but damn, that's an entire forest.

How could this forest move? You're not just talking nonsense, are you?

The Huoming people all looked dumbfounded, but the most crucial thing is, now that the Black Mist Forest has moved like this, what are we going to do about these blockades we just finished? Aren't they all wasted?

These blockades were meant to block off all the exits of the Black Mist Forest, to prevent the Flame Martial Tribe's people from escaping.

Now the Black Mist Forest has simply run off—aren't they just guarding an empty spot?

Really, that's damned weird.

In Huoming's memory, the Black Mist Forest that has been here since his birth—he never imagined it could move; this is truly outrageous.

If you're going to move, you should have done it earlier; why stir things up now? You're just bored and looking for trouble.

"Damn it, what the hell is going on?"

He muttered a curse under his breath, and the other tribespeople nearby, watching the Black Mist Forest drift farther away, also wore strange expressions as they spoke.

"Young Clan Chief, it's gone far—what should we do now?"

Seeing the Black Mist Forest getting farther and farther, the Fire Spirit Tribe's people all felt mixed emotions; in response, Huoming gritted his teeth and said fiercely.

"What do we do, chase after it? How could we just watch it run off? I refuse to believe it—such a huge forest could just walk straight into the Flame Martial Tribe's territory."