Chapter 7 (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“I didn’t expect the demon beasts in the Hundred Thousand Mountains to be so delicious.

“It’s a pity that there’s no seasoning. If I had brought some cumin and added some chili, I wouldn’t have exchanged it for the throne!

“After eating three hundred tons of demon beasts a day, I wouldn’t hesitate to become an Eastern Ridge Man.”

Alan had stayed in the Hundred Thousand Mountains for more than a month. Every day, other than hunting demon beasts, he would barbecue. His life was very enjoyable.

Why did he not go to the Heavenly Demon Sect?

Although the hundred thousand mountains were called the Hundred Thousand Mountains, they were actually vast and boundless.

They were even larger than the blue planet in his previous life.

Although the Zhang poison inside could not do anything to Alan, and the magical beasts were just food for him, it could not stop Alan from not knowing the way.

Wine Fairy had thoughtfully prepared a map, but it was a pity that Alan could not understand it at all.

Before he transmigrated, Allen was famous for being an idiot with directions.

No matter how difficult a math problem was, it would eventually be solved one day. No matter how complicated a chemical reaction was, as long as he worked hard, he would be able to remember it.

However, being lost was a gift.

Not to mention giving him a map as even if he followed the directions on his phone, Alan would still be lost.

The city where he grew up was still alright. Even if he did not know the way, he would always know someone.

If he followed the right people, he would always be able to find a place.

However, this Hundred Thousand Mountains really stumped Alan.

A peerless genius who could break through the realm of the Sky Demon after a thousand years of cultivation and break through the shackles of ten thousand years in the age of chaos was actually a great idiot in terms of sense of direction.

If this matter were to spread, it would shock many people.

Alan had only cultivated for a short period of time. Although his abilities were profound, he did not know many spells.

Alan, for example, did not know the familiar spell of the Psychic Sect.

With his powerful magic power, it was not difficult to forcefully capture a demon beast as a mount. However, communicating with a demon beast and letting it lead the way was not enough.

Alan originally wanted to rely on his intelligence to research the method of communication.

In the end, he had another barbecue meal.

After summarizing his experience, he realized that the heat this time was a little too high. It was a little burnt, which affected the taste.

However, it was not a big problem.

Alan’s mouth was full of oil as he ate. He completely gave up on the idea of relying on himself to find the Heavenly Demon Sect.

According to his calculations, the Heavenly Demon Sect’s recruitment meeting, which was held once every hundred years, was about to begin.

When that time came, the Hundred Thousand Mountains would definitely be very lively.

As long as he found the right person and quietly followed behind them, he would be able to successfully blend in.

This was originally part of Wine Fairy’s plan.

The reason why he had set off a month earlier was to familiarize himself with the environment and get a feel for the preferences of the various elders of the Heavenly Demon Sect so that he would be able to target them.

However, now, he could only give up.

“There’s the smell of blood. It’s a person.”

A light breeze blew past. Alan sniffed, and an undetectable smell of blood wafted over.

Alan stood up, holding a leg of the five-horned fire bull in his hand. He gnawed on it as he ran forward.

According to the smell of blood, the distance between the two sides fighting was at least a thousand miles away.

A distance of a thousand miles was not enough for the smell of blood to travel so far.

It just so happened that there was a night owl crossing the battlefield, and its body was stained with a wisp of the smell of blood.

By the time it flew to the place where Alan was, the bloody smell was almost indistinguishable.

If it were not for the demonic technique that Alan practiced, which made him extremely sensitive to the bloody smell, and the fact that he was the only expert in the Sky Demon Realm in the nine regions, his five senses were far more sensitive than ordinary people could imagine.

It was also impossible to distinguish this wisp of bloody smell from the wind.