My Gorgeous Master Forced Me to be a Spy at the Demon Clan! - Chapter 31

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The sky was covered with trees and the ground was covered with weeds.

The vines climbed along the strips of paper and filled up all the space.

Countless poisonous insects of different colors built their own kingdom among the vines and swore to defend their own base.

Once other poisonous insects crossed the line, they would immediately pounce and bite with their sharp teeth, until one of the two sides was completely dead.

The winner would enjoy the food, and the loser would have nothing.

The battle between poisonous bugs was much crueler than that between humans, and this kind of battle happened almost every moment.

Alan stood in this place that was similar to a tropical rainforest, squatting by the roadside and looking at the two scorpion-tailed centipedes and poisonous bugs on the leaves with great interest, fighting to the death for a flesh worm.

The air was a little stuffy, and the high concentration of water vapor was condensed into water droplets on the leaves.

Dong!

The water droplets gathered bigger and bigger, finally exceeding the tolerance range of the leaves, and began to fall.

Alan was watching with great interest, and the water droplets just happened to land on the battlefield between the two centipedes and strange insects.

As if sensing Alan’s intention, the sword on his waist suddenly burst out.

An invisible sword aura flew out, and this precious drop of fresh water was instantly hacked into nothingness.

At the same time, in another place in the rainforest, a young man wearing a bamboo hat was lying on the ground, carefully driving away the poisonous insects, and finding the least poisonous one among the thousands of poisonous plants.

Carefully breaking off a section of hollow grass stem, one fell into his mouth, and the other gently rested on the edge of the leaf in front of him.

There was a drop of water that had just formed.

As it was located at the edge, the poisonous insects living on the leaf had yet to discover it.

The youth with the bamboo hat carefully moved the stem, not daring to make a single sound.

When the stem finally came into contact with the drop of water, he gently inhaled, and his lips finally felt a trace of moisture that he had not felt for a long time.

In this poisonous insect-infested, stuffy, and unusually hot rainforest, fresh water was truly too precious.

Even though he had already covered his entire body with mud, his sweat was still pouring out.

He had to seize every opportunity to replenish his water.

Once he felt thirsty, it would be too late to find water to drink.

The youth in the bamboo hat spat out the stalk of grass in his mouth. His lips were already slightly numb.

This was caused by the poison in the stalk of grass.

Although he had already chosen the least poisonous stalk, he was still poisoned.

Fortunately, their mouths would only become numb and did not affect their movements.

The third trial of the Tower of Babel had already begun. Everyone’s cultivation had been sealed, and they were immediately thrown into the rainforest.

Presumably, the number of people participating in the third trial was much less than in the second trial.

Some people went to inform the others, and then disappeared forever.

Some people were originally from an ordinary farming family and had never come into contact with cultivation.

When they heard that the death rate of the third trial was extremely high, they automatically gave up.

It was better to be an ordinary demon sect disciple than to lose their lives.

Those who could participate in the third trial were all people who had made preparations.

Some of them were natives who had lived around the Hundred Thousand Mountains since they were young and had rich survival experience in the wild.

Some of them were spies sent by various large sects.

They had already learned a lesson from the faces that had disappeared forever. They knew that they had fallen into the demon sect’s scheme and would never be able to go back.

Their own demonic aura was a symbol of lies in the eyes of the righteous path.

No matter how they explained, the other party would not believe a single punctuation mark.

It was precisely because they were from the righteous path that they had a clearer understanding of the fate of this person who did not believe in evil and went back to inform the others.

They were one of them in the past.

Perhaps in the future, when they reached the level of love, they would have a chance to have a peaceful conversation with the righteous path.

If they wanted to be qualified to have a conversation with the righteous path in the future, they had to pass through the Tower of Babel.

While everyone was very active, serious, and using all their strength to survive, Alan was concentrating on watching the fight between the two poisonous insects.

Moreover, he was so lucky that pure water droplets formed and automatically fell.

He did not even look at it and directly sent a stream of sword energy flying.

If the young man in the bamboo hat saw this scene, he did not know what he would think.

The winner of the battle between the centipede and poisonous insect was finally decided.

The winner bit the loser’s neck tightly, completely ignoring its desperate struggle. He began to swallow in large mouthfuls, enjoying the rare peace.

Alan squatted for a long time and was a little tired.

He found a large bluestone, patted it casually, and sat on it.

Countless poisonous insects and ants sensed Alan’s aura and drilled out from under the bluestone crazily. In a short while, they ran away completely.

One of the poisonous insects had its lower body bitten off during the fight with the other poisonous insects, and its crawling speed was slow.

Seeing that Alan was about to lie down, it had not run out of range yet.

At this time, the few poisonous insects closest to it suddenly turned around, picked it up, and ran.

The disabled poisonous insects, which were rare, did not resist and allowed them to help it get away from the bluestone.

As a reward, it became a delicacy in their stomachs.

Alan did not notice all this at all. He casually sat down and laid back, conveniently picking a cucumber-like fruit on the vine in front of him and eating it.

The light red juice was overflowing. It was sweet, spicy, and a little hot.

After eating it, his throat still felt a little sweet.

It was as if it was the five grain liquid that had been stored for decades.

Alan ate three or four in a row and casually broke a vine. The translucent juice flowed down and he washed his hands.

The poison here was basically negligible to Alan.

Whether it was poisonous insects or poisonous plants, they could not pose a threat to Alan at all.

Other than some rotten and disgusting plants and animals that could break through the defense, the entire Tower of Babel was no different from a vacation for Alan.

Different poisons had different tastes.

Alan would even deliberately pair them together and explore the world with the spirit of a delicacy on the tip of his tongue.

He had originally agreed to spend the month together with Qiu Ya.

However, he did not expect to be teleported immediately after entering the space gate.

Qiu Ya’s power had been sealed, and her aura was very weak. There were too many plants and animals in the rainforest, which caused a great disturbance to Alan’s search and rescue work.

In addition, Alan was a rare idiot with a bad sense of direction, always taking the wrong path.

It had already been three days since he entered the Tower of Babel, but he had not even seen Qiu Ya’s shadow.

One had to know that if Alan’s speed was converted into his previous life, he would at least be able to reach a few Machs.

As long as the direction was clear, traversing the earth would only take the time of a meal.

Unfortunately, speed was meaningless to a person with a bad sense of direction.

No matter how fast he was, he would not be able to run out of the place.

Moreover, Alan felt that there was no danger here.

There was food and drink, and the weather was warm.

Although he was surviving in the wild, he did not need to worry about catching a cold when he slept at night even if he did not cover himself with a blanket.

The only thing they had to worry about was the demon beasts.

Speaking of demon beasts, there was really one in the Tower of Babel.

The moment Alan entered, he sensed that there was a rank seven demon beast in the tower. The reason why he was watching the centipede fight was to wait for it.