CHAPTER 52: CHAPTER 52: ANOTHER MIGRATION

After leveling up, it was once again time to lie low. However, Wang Wu took advantage of the night, climbed out of the rock crevice, and ascended a three-meter-high cliff, crouching behind a protruding rock.

After three seconds, he swiftly entered Level 8 Passive Concealment.

Now that the level of this Stealth Talent has improved, even if there aren’t any obvious cover around, even just a single rock, he can maintain a good concealment effect.

He had observed this himself; the gray-golden fur on his body was truly remarkable, able to transition between several color domains just like a color-domain chameleon.

No wonder it’s perfect mimicry!

As time ticked by, the dawn broke in the east, the sky brightened, and the panoramic view of the valley was in full display. Wang Wu greedily admired the scene. His vision was now quite impressive; as long as his line of sight wasn’t blocked, he could clearly see the specific details of the wild grass within three hundred meters.

Of course, he wasn’t idly counting blades of grass for fun; he was looking for several poisonous wild grasses.

This was all an unexpected discovery last autumn when he activated the Shennong mode of tasting hundreds of herbs to stockpile food for the winter.

He even managed to accumulate 7 Points of Plant Poison Resistance as a result.

In any case, this should be the most suitable negative resistance for him at present, and the easiest to grind.

In recent days, he occasionally came to higher ground to look out, just to see if these wild grasses had sprouted.

As time passed, sunlight rose, golden particles descended from the sky, partially intercepted by the obscure web, while the rest fell, then divided by those Great Demons layer by layer, finally resulting in the Purple Gold Three Minutes.

Wait, something’s not right.

Wang Wu’s Level 6 Danger Perception seemed to sense something amiss. He immediately and slowly extended his body, gazing southwestward. There, in the forest, on a seemingly concealed mountainous ridge, golden clouds shimmered dazzlingly — a sight he had never noticed before and had not had the chance to observe.

"There are many demons cultivating there!"

Wang Wu reached a conclusion, recalling that a few days ago, the Mountain Patrol Demon Soldiers were recruited by that Cyan Wolf.

Report says that the South Mountain King recruits twenty Mountain Patrol Demon Soldiers every year. This accumulates quite a significant number over the years!

In addition to this expansion, resources in this forest may be strained in the future.

If the humans haven’t attacked yet, these Great Demons might start slaughtering and annexing among themselves.

At this thought, the urgency in his heart grew more substantial. Once the war starts, swept by the tide, nowhere will be safe!

While contemplating, half of the Purple Gold Three Minutes had passed, but since many powerful Little Demons were missing from this valley, some golden particles could be distributed.

"Hmm?"

Wang Wu’s eyes flickered, noticing an inconspicuous little grass with a similarly unobtrusive little blue flower about two hundred meters away.

If not for this blue flower, he wouldn’t have noticed the little grass at all.

Familiar memories surged forth. There was no mistake — this was the grass. Its seeds were toxic. After consuming them, the entire body itched, eyes bloodshot, vomiting, and diarrhea ensued, deducting about 50 Life Value, while Physical Strength never rose above 50 points within a day.

He almost collapsed.

Unfortunately, last autumn, he only found two such grasses.

Wang Wu quickly noted the position in his mind and, once the Golden Three Minutes ended, he leapt off the cliff, sprinted all the way, locked on target, dug it up, uprooted it completely, chewed it up, and then dashed to a creek, jumping into a deep bend in the water, waiting for the poison to take effect.

After all, vomiting and diarrhea, he didn’t want to pollute the environment, mainly being truly afraid of that perverted Gray Fox, who wasn’t afraid to eat anything fresh.

A few minutes later, Wang Wu started experiencing symptoms; the poison took effect.

But this time, the symptoms weren’t as severe as last autumn; at least there was no vomiting and diarrhea. Undoubtedly, it was due to having 7 Points of Plant Poison Resistance.

Feeling unwell for less than half an hour, Wang Wu only lost five Life Value points, and his Healing Talent successfully handled this toxic event. As for earning more Plant Poison Resistance, it was all for naught.

Wang Wu smirked wryly. Where the heck is he supposed to find more toxic plants — red mushrooms with white stems?

Last autumn, he indeed ate quite a few, sourcing 4 Points of his 7 Points of Plant Poison Resistance from them.

Later on, he didn’t feel much after consuming them anymore.

Alas, it’s truly heart-wrenching to hear, bringing tears to the eyes.

By now, the sun had risen high in the sky, and the valley was once again immersed in silence and seclusion. Wang Wu could not return to the rock crevice at this time, so he simply soaked in the creek, maintaining Level 8 Passive Concealment. It was a normal occurrence.

Throughout the entire morning, it was peaceful with nothing unusual happening. However, around noon, he heard the call of that black giant eagle again. The creature wasn’t near the valley, but approximately thirty to forty miles east in the high sky, calling as it swiftly flew, disappearing into the forest in the southwest direction.

However, Wang Wu understood that the black giant eagle wasn’t heading to the forest, but to the mountain within the forest.

"Could it be that another tribe of Little Demons has migrated from the east?"

Wang Wu pondered. The black giant eagle tended to bully the weak and fear the strong. Last time, he didn’t intercept the formidable flock of black crows and only targeted the smaller bird species.

Could it be another demon legion akin to the Iron-Teeth Flying Locust this time?

At this moment, Wang Wu was prepared to swiftly retreat back to the rock crevice.

But then he saw, drifting over the undulating mountains to the east, nine massive, black ’hot air balloons’!

Wang Wu was stunned, even forgetting to immediately retreat to the rock crevice.

They really looked like giant hot air balloons.

Though they were dozens of miles away, one could still sense their enormity. From top to bottom, the height must have been at least five hundred meters. They moved rather slowly, almost as if they were floating in the air.

For a moment, he even had the illusion that it was a Human Race army marching from ten thousand miles to the east.

"No, these are migrating demons. What tribe is this? How audacious!"

Wang Wu hesitated no longer, nor did he want to explore the true circumstances or outcomes. He immediately jumped out of the creek, speeding back to the rock crevice, forcing himself halfway in. No matter what, hiding here felt safer than being in the open.

Didn’t you see that even those Great Demons didn’t look like they intended to intervene?

However, those nine gigantic hot air-balloon-like creatures flew awfully slowly.

Appearing at midday on the eastern mountain ridge, by dusk, they had only traveled a few dozen miles. Then, in the sunset glow, Wang Wu clearly saw one of the hot air-balloon-like behemoths slowly descending into a valley a few kilometers away.

What does this mean?

Settling down here?

A bad feeling began to arise.

But it’s uncertain since the remaining eight behemoth balloons continued to drift slowly westward. A few minutes later, the second one descended, then the third, and the fourth.

This time, Wang Wu understood they weren’t landing in the same location but instead, each valley received one descent.

"Damn!"

Wang Wu cursed quietly, glancing at the valley he was in, with its empty and flat terrain. Undoubtedly, it would also be visited by one of those behemoth balloons.