I Can Transfer the Side Effects of Evil Skills-Chapter 42: The Captain Investigates the Case

Chapter 42: Chapter 42: The Captain Investigates the Case

’I really can’t afford to underestimate the Martial Artists of this world.’

Upon further reflection, this was only natural.

Before he had reached Entering Grade, the effects he could achieve just by cultivating his Poison Skill would have been considered miraculous in his past life.

And after Entering Grade, the various Cultivation Skills would naturally become more and more profound.

’Once I reach a High Grade, things will probably enter a rhythm comparable to true Cultivation...’

The Third Young Master of the Yang Family was dead. Near his remains, the body of the Household Servant Xu Haoran was also discovered.

This terrible news immediately sent the entire Yang Mansion into an uproar.

No one knew why a Household Servant would die alongside the Third Young Master, but it easily led to one conclusion: there was very likely a mole in the Yang Mansion—and possibly more than one.

It was precisely because a mole was working in concert from the inside that Yang Yanpeng’s whereabouts could have been exposed, leading to a targeted assassination.

And once the mole was no longer useful, they were naturally disposed of as well.

Therefore, while the Blood-handed Butcher was the prime suspect, the Yang Mansion also had to be thoroughly investigated from within.

After all, who could guarantee that Xu Haoran was the only mole?

The methods Evil Cultivators used to control people weren’t limited to threats and bribes. Some Evil Skills could even make a person completely unaware that they’d been compromised...

So, starting that afternoon, no one was allowed to leave the mansion without permission.

Zou Feng wasn’t worried about this.

He had already dealt with everything that needed to be dealt with, including the poison he’d stored in the chamber pot.

After reaching Entering Grade, he had no use for that poison anymore anyway.

Although it was mixed with an Exotic Poison, the toxicity of most of the venoms would decrease over time and eventually disappear.

In short, without concocting some more potent and fresher poisons, he wouldn’t be able to advance his Five Poison Skill, which had already reached the level of Refined Skill.

As for Xiaolv and the Red Flower Scorpion...

When he went out to run errands this morning, he had hidden them in a concealed ditch at East River Port, leaving them enough food for about ten days.

Fortunately, even without them, he could still drink wine to cultivate his Drunken Immortal Moon Gazing Step.

While drinking, he could also take a Mixed Pill and test his previous idea.

Currently, Li Li was the only one left on his transfer list, but as an expert in the Poison Dao, he should be quite resilient to being "farmed."

It was worth mentioning that after reaching Entering Grade, Zou Feng felt as though the panel in his mind had also undergone a kind of upgrade.

But this change hadn’t fully stabilized yet, so he hadn’t received any notifications.

He had a hunch, however, that as his strength and Realm increased, the number of available transfer targets would no longer be limited to just one person at a time.

’When I get strong enough, I’ll probably be able to farm a whole crowd at once.’

’In the novels and TV shows I watched in my past life, powerful Evil Cultivators would casually blood-sacrifice an entire city to cultivate their Evil Skills.’

’I might not be that deranged, but I’d have no problem blood-sacrificing a few hundred enemies to perfect my own Evil Skill.’

Not dwelling on these thoughts, Zou Feng immediately washed down a Mixed Pill with some wine, hoping that the more he drank, the more he would gain.

The benefits of swallowing the Qi Blood Pill were obvious.

First, that constant feeling of hunger he’d been experiencing vanished instantly.

Then, a pleasant itch spread all over his body, as if he were soaking in a hot bath. It was incredibly comfortable.

As for side effects, he couldn’t feel any for now.

’If I try this a few more times and there are still no adverse reactions, then my plan is a success.’

’By taking a Mixed Pill and immediately starting my Cultivation, I can use the "drug-fueled" method without any drawbacks.’

That night, just as darkness began to fall.

A dozen or so imposing, burly men dressed in standard Martial Attire entered the Yang Mansion.

The man in the lead, his eyes bloodshot, headed straight for the mourning hall.

At that moment, Zou Feng was doing some odd jobs near the mourning hall.

The moment he saw the man, who bore a strong resemblance to Yang Yanpeng, he knew who it was.

The First Young Master of the Yang Family, Yang Zhengfei, who served in the army of the Great Yan Dynasty.

It was perfectly normal for him to have returned so quickly.

Zou Feng had long heard people in the mansion talk about how Yang Zhengfei’s Cheetah Camp was not far from Yuan Guang County.

Yang Zhengfei was a Captain in the Cheetah Camp and a Ninth Grade Martial Artist.

However, because he had achieved a Lower Grade Entry, which was inferior to Yang Qianqian’s, his future potential was theoretically not as great as hers.

But in terms of current combat strength, Yang Zhengfei was, without a doubt, the strongest person in the Yang Mansion.

"Third Brother, no matter who it was, I will avenge you!"

After paying his respects in the mourning hall for a while, Yang Zhengfei deliberately raised his voice, making sure almost half the Yang Mansion could hear him.

Clearly, Yang Zhengfei also suspected that there were still moles in the mansion who hadn’t been rooted out.

And if he could find the mole, there was a high chance he could follow the trail and uncover the Blood-handed Butcher’s hiding place.

Yang Zhengfei was decisive and swift in his actions.

Everyone in the Yang Mansion, from top to bottom, including members of the Yang Family itself, had to undergo his individual interrogation.

And Household Servants like Zou Feng, who had left the Yang Mansion that night, were naturally prime targets for scrutiny.

When it was his turn to be called, Zou Feng felt a little uneasy, but he remained quite calm overall.

He was confident he hadn’t left any openings.

’Even if Yang Zhengfei has heaven-defying methods and actually finds out I’m involved...’

’...then at worst, I’ll just have to fight my way out and live life on the run.’

’So what if he’s an Entering Grade Martial Artist from the military? I’m not just any ordinary Entering Grade,’ Zou Feng was well aware of this.

Moreover, most Eighth Grade Martial Artists couldn’t even cultivate their Cultivation Skill to the level of Refined Skill as he had.

Still, it was best not to be forced into a life on the run if it could be avoided.

It would be too inconvenient, and there would be too many variables. Even his master’s family could be implicated.

Entering the hall, Zou Feng saw Yang Zhengfei sitting in the main seat, flanked by two burly, imposing Guards with swords at their waists.

As for Yang Zhengfei himself, he was silently Cultivating, constantly exerting an invisible pressure.

An ordinary Martial Artist facing such a scene, if they truly had something to hide, would likely crack under the pressure and reveal a flaw.

"Greetings, First Young Master!"

Zou Feng, of course, was completely unaffected. His fearful expression was all an act.

He was no longer the rookie Evil Cultivator who would tremble at the sight of a Martial Artist from the Heart Meeting Martial Arts Hall.

"Speak! Where did you go when you left the mansion last night!" Yang Zhengfei’s interrogation style was simple and direct.

But his voice was so loud that the entire hall seemed to tremble.

Anyone with a guilty conscience would likely have their legs start shaking after being startled by that shout.

Zou Feng put on a timely performance. "This one... This one went to the Hengyu Building..."

"What for?"

This question was even louder.

’What a psycho,’ Zou Feng thought. ’Why is he yelling so loud? There’s a limit to how intimidating you can act.’

"This one has been practicing martial arts with the mansion’s Martial Artist recently... My energy has been growing, and I couldn’t hold it in..."

"What was the girl’s name?"

"I think she was called... Hong Ying?"

Hearing this, Yang Zhengfei immediately gave a look to one of the Guards beside him.

The Guard understood and strode out of the hall.

After that, Yang Zhengfei asked no more questions, but he didn’t let Zou Feng leave either.

And so, they waited in silence amidst the heavy, oppressive atmosphere.

After about the time it takes to eat a meal, the Guard returned.

"Reporting to you, sir. I’ve asked around. This man did indeed go to the Hengyu Building that night and see someone named Hong Ying."

Yang Zhengfei’s expression didn’t change. "Did you interrogate this Hong Ying?" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Of course, Hong Ying had to be interrogated as well. After all, it was possible they had coordinated their stories.

"I did. Hong Ying said... she said..." At this point, the Guard seemed to hesitate.

Yang Zhengfei shot him a glare. "Speak!"

The Guard flinched, then quickly announced in a loud voice, "Hong Ying said she couldn’t possibly be mistaken. She will never forget the pleasure of that night for the rest of her life!"

"She also asked me to trouble myself to tell this man, Zou Feng, that he must visit her again, and it will be free of charge!"