98: Chapter 98 Thinking of Stirring Up Trouble

Learning that the Resistance Army's hideout was in the Silent Forest, Zhang Mu was secretly surprised.

He had assumed this so-called Resistance Army was just a group of hot-headed youths who had cooked up the idea over a meal, but it turned out they actually had some substance.

Although Domit hadn't told Zhang Mu what their strength was like.

But since they were able to use the perilous Silent Forest as their base, it was impossible for them not to have some tricks up their sleeves.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be a hideout, but rather a way to become a snack for magical beasts and monsters.

This piqued Zhang Mu's interest.

An organization with no obvious "future" actually had high-level Professionals willing to join; interesting.

Plus, since his own goal was to go to the Silent Forest anyway, Zhang Mu agreed to travel with him.

As soon as he agreed, Domit was overjoyed, tossing his hoe aside and rushing out of the courtyard.

When he returned a few minutes later, Zhang Mu realized he had gone to inform the villagers that he had to leave.

The villagers who arrived at the courtyard gate right after him held wheat and fruits in their arms, trying their best to stuff them into his hands.

Watching this scene, Zhang Mu felt a bit emotional; poor people are always easily simple and honest.

But after Domit accepted the food and went inside to pack his bags, and the villagers had gone home for a while, Zhang Mu walked out of the courtyard with Lia, intending to stroll around the village. When he discovered that the pancake the little boy had left by the door was gone, he didn't think so anymore.

"Damn it, who dares to steal my pancake?!"

Recalling the villagers who had come to give things earlier, a small half of them had come empty-handed. He had thought they were truly destitute, but it turned out they were just here to fish in troubled waters!

"Mr. Zhang Mu, what happened?" His shout was a bit loud, and Lia was woken up, rubbing her eyes and asking groggily.

"It's nothing." Stroking the Little Cat Girl's cat ears, the anger in Zhang Mu's heart quickly dissipated.

"Mmm." She hummed, burying her head in his chest and continuing to sleep.

Stroking her soft golden hair, Zhang Mu felt a lack of interest.

He had wanted to experience the exotic village, but with the pancake stolen, he suddenly felt that everywhere was pretty much the same, and there was nothing worth seeing.

Turning back to the room to discuss with Domit, he calmed down and decided to set off for the Silent Forest early the day after tomorrow.

The reason for this was that he wanted to use those two days to impart the essentials of blacksmithing to the village blacksmith as much as possible.

Time was tight, so he didn't dawdle and immediately pushed open the courtyard gate to get to work.

As for Zhang Mu, he went into the room, placed Lia on the bed, covered her with a quilt, used his Transformation Technique to create an illusion of himself, and sat on a wooden chair to the side, closing his eyes for a nap.

Then, he summoned a portal and returned to reality.

Stepping out the door, he didn't rest; he activated his Shadow Technique and rushed to the small mountain on the outskirts of Su City.

On the way, he pondered that several days had passed; if the citizens hadn't left yet, he would have to find a way to get them all to leave.

After all, it was the wilderness; it wouldn't be good if someone got hurt.

In fact, Zhang Mu thought that since the citizens couldn't find any trace of the Cultivator, they should have dispersed, and coming here was just to confirm.

But not long after entering the mountain, he immediately heard a commotion by the river.

Passing through the woods, he saw that at the gravel beach by the shallow river, not only had the people not decreased, but there were actually many more camping tents.

Besides the people who were seriously here to "seek immortality," there were many streamers wandering around holding selfie sticks, shouting loudly about something.

Outside the campsite, where tents of various shapes and colors were pitched, the number of Government Personnel responsible for the safety of the citizens had also increased significantly.

Rubbing his chin and pondering for a moment, Zhang Mu dispelled his Shadow Technique, transformed into an ordinary-looking citizen, and walked out of the forest.

Stepping on the gravel to enter the campsite for a tour, he was truly eye-opened.

No wonder so many streamers had come here.

Those pitching tents here were not the ordinary workers he had imagined, who had poor financial conditions and were hoping to encounter a "fated immortal encounter" and ascend to the heavens in one step.

On the contrary, judging by their clothing, attire, and the watches and jewelry they wore, most of them were from well-off families, at least middle-class or wealthy.

Thinking about it, it made sense; not going to work for a few days to run out to the wilderness to "seek immortality" was really something that those with thin savings couldn't afford.

Zhang Mu pondered whether he could stir up some trouble while there were so many people around.

It just so happened that there were quite a few "internet celebrities" here. Although he didn't have a good impression of streamers who were full of "family members" and only sold fake goods, he couldn't deny that this group could play a positive role in disseminating information.

"Benefactor."

While wandering between the tents, a voice suddenly came from behind him. Zhang Mu turned around subconsciously to see an old Taoist priest.

He had a thin build, wearing a Taoist robe, a grey goatee, a hair bun on top of his head, and his eyes faintly held a divine light.

If an ordinary person saw him, they would likely feel some respect, thinking this old Taoist was probably no ordinary person.

But when Zhang Mu swept his Mental Energy over him, he knew it was just an ordinary person.

"Are you calling me, Daoist Priest?"

"Benefactor, are you here to seek..."

"Young man, this old man is a fake Taoist priest; don't pay him any mind."

As the old Taoist walked closer to Zhang Mu and was about to speak, the curtain of a nearby tent was suddenly lifted by a rough hand. A middle-aged woman wearing work clothes with a sallow complexion sat up, poked her head out, and warned Zhang Mu.

"This benefactor, how can you speak such nonsense!"

The old Taoist was a bit angry, but the middle-aged woman didn't give him any face at all: "Young man, you must not believe him.

He has been hanging around here for several days, pulling people aside to say his talismans, copper coin swords, and so on are very effective, but he is actually just an old swindler."

Zhang Mu walked over to the tent curtain with a smile and squatted down to ask: "How do you know he is a swindler?"

"Hey, in the past, I might have really been swindled by him.

But a few days ago, I saw with my own eyes an immortal flying in the sky, and even being struck by lightning..."

Before she finished speaking, the old Taoist knew this deal had flown away, so he waved his hand and ran off.

Zhang Mu didn't pay attention to him. His gaze passed through the half-open tent curtain, and he saw a youth lying on a low bed set up inside the tent.

The youth wasn't sleeping; his eyes were staring at the top of the tent, and his gaze gave people a dull feeling.

"Auntie, who is this?"

Looking back, her slightly rosy complexion quickly dimmed: "This is my child. He had a high fever when he was young, and it burned his brain.

His father took him to a big hospital, sold all the grain in the house, and borrowed a lot of money, but in the end, it couldn't be cured.

Fortunately, he doesn't cry or make a fuss, so we've managed to get by all these years.

A few days ago, I heard the village chief say that in the mountains near the neighboring city, there are immortals, so I thought, maybe an immortal could cure him.

Look, the immortal flew up into the sky to block the lightning to save us; he must be a kind-hearted immortal!"

Zhang Mu didn't speak, but his Mental Energy enveloped the youth, sensing that his mental fluctuations were extremely intense.

"Young man." The auntie looked him up and down, "You can't go into the mountain without bringing anything. Where are you sleeping?"

"Hehe." Zhang Mu withdrew his Mental Energy and smiled, "I'll be going home in a while."

She poked her head a little bit out of the tent curtain and looked at the sky: "It's getting dark. It's scary to walk on mountain roads at night.

If you don't mind, you can make do here tonight."

After speaking, she shifted inward while sitting to make space: "The ground is covered with boards. If you aren't comfortable sleeping there, you can squeeze in with my child for the night.

Don't worry, he doesn't move around when he sleeps."

Standing up, Zhang Mu said: "Thank you, it's not that I'm afraid of sleeping uncomfortably; I really am going home in a while."

After expressing his gratitude, he turned and walked toward the river.

In his heart, he pondered whether a brain burned by a fever could be cured.

If it could be cured, how could he reasonably give her the "fated immortal encounter."

Walking to the river with his head lowered, Zhang Mu found a relatively flat stone and sat down.

"Handsome, do you believe there are immortals in the mountains?" Just as he sat down, a young girl approached him, holding a selfie stick.