I Can Transfer the Side Effects of Evil Skills-Chapter 61: Farewell Forever?

Behind a withered tree not far from Wu Guangwei, Zou Feng emerged from the shadows. He watched Wu Guangwei clutch the Five Poison Palm manual as if it were a priceless treasure, as giddy as a baboon that had just successfully mated.

He couldn’t help but smile knowingly.

To Zou Feng, raising Human Gu was like opening a blind box; it came with a strong sense of anticipation.

After all, he wouldn’t know what these Human Gu would ultimately become until the moment he opened the box.

One thing was certain, however: Zou Feng wouldn’t just adopt a hands-off strategy and leave them to their own devices.

From time to time, he would secretly add some potent ingredients to the venom these Human Gu needed for their cultivation, slipping it in when they weren’t paying attention.

These potent ingredients could be deadly venoms or Exotic Poisons he captured or purchased in the future, or even a "contribution" from Xiaolv’s own growth.

After becoming an Incense Master of the Black Flood Dragon Gang, Zou Feng had, of course, already brought Xiaolv over.

Back when he was dealing with the Yang Mansion’s search for spies, Zou Feng had hidden Xiaolv and the Red Flower Scorpion in a ditch in the reed marshes by East River Port. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

The two venomous creatures had been placed in separate jars, but Xiaolv had somehow shattered its jar, gotten out, and eaten the Red Flower Scorpion...

When Zou Feng went to retrieve them and saw the broken jar, he had assumed everything was lost.

Unexpectedly, Xiaolv was still hiding in the ditch and hadn’t fled.

When it scented Zou Feng’s arrival, it even revealed itself and acted as affectionate as ever.

It seemed to have acknowledged him as its master.

After all, Xiaolv was a Gu Poison that Zou Feng had personally raised using some rudimentary Gu Cultivation methods.

This naturally gave it a sense of kinship with Zou Feng, as if he were one of its own kind.

Zou Feng wasn’t surprised that Xiaolv’s Spiritual Wisdom had greatly increased.

After all, thanks to the gifts from the Poison Cultivator Li Li, Xiaolv had been fed quite a few Exotic Poisons. It was only natural that there would be some results.

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ...

A creature that was green all over, with the body of a centipede, the tail of a scorpion, a pair of wings on its back, and a pair of snake-like pupils for eyes—Xiaolv—suddenly crawled onto Zou Feng’s shoulder.

Since the little guy seemed to recognize him as its master, Zou Feng no longer kept it locked up. Instead, he let it roam free by the river not far from the warehouse district, allowing it to prey on nearby venomous creatures and even dive into the river to hunt.

The only rule was that it was not allowed to harm people.

The benefits of its high Spiritual Wisdom were apparent; it could actually understand Zou Feng’s general meaning.

A moment later, Xiaolv crawled onto the top of Zou Feng’s head, apparently trying to make a nest there to sleep.

Zou Feng was suddenly struck by the image of a patch of bright green on his head...

"You’re not allowed to perch on my head anymore!"

Plucking Xiaolv off, Zou Feng didn’t linger and quickly returned to the warehouse district.

Starting tonight, he would find opportunities every day or two to go out and bestow great "fortunes" upon those lucky individuals he had already selected or scouted out.

Once this batch of Gu was cultivated—even if only two or three of them succeeded—his Five Poison Skill should be able to break through to the next Realm, the Peak of Perfection!

「In the blink of an eye, another seven days passed.」

Eighth Grade Martial Artists were truly durable; Qian Kun was still hanging on and hadn’t kicked the bucket yet.

Of course, this was also because the new Evil Skills Zou Feng was practicing hadn’t yet broken through to a higher Realm, so the side effects weren’t too exaggerated overall.

To put it bluntly, the initial side effects weren’t severe enough to completely wear down an Eighth Grade Martial Artist—whose physique was already far beyond that of an ordinary person—in just twenty-some days.

"Younger Brother Zou, you must have heard about the remnants of the Ten Directions Sect possibly fleeing to Yuan Guang County, right?"

Ever since the two of them "buried the hatchet," Ma Pingchuan had been dropping by from time to time.

Zou Feng nodded. "I have. Rumor has it they were driven here by people from the Celestial Essence Sword Sect?"

Ma Pingchuan chuckled. "It’s a strange tale. A True Disciple of the Celestial Essence Sword Sect turned out to be a spy planted by the Ten Directions Sect.

"After the incident came to light, the higher-ups of the Celestial Essence Sword Sect were furious and immediately dispatched disciples to annihilate the Ten Directions Sect’s strongholds."

"But they could never seem to wipe them out completely. They just chased the remnants of the Ten Directions Sect all over the place, which has actually caused even more trouble..."

As he said this, Ma Pingchuan put on an expression of profound, saintly compassion.

After looking sorrowful for a moment, he continued, "Anyway, you must be careful when you go out these days, Younger Brother. Nothing has happened in our county yet, but it’s better to be safe than sorry!"

"Thank you for the reminder, Ma Incense Master!"

It seemed Ma Pingchuan had come specifically to show concern for Zou Feng, but in reality, everything he said was bullshit.

Regarding the Ten Directions Sect remnants possibly fleeing to Yuan Guang County, the Black Flood Dragon Gang had already issued orders to be especially cautious lately.

To that end, Wang Xingjian had made a special trip to the warehouse district just yesterday to assign five more gang members to Zou Feng, specifically to strengthen the patrols.

Fortunately, nothing particularly valuable was stored in the warehouses recently. It was mostly things like Mixed Pills—stuff that powerful Martial Artists wouldn’t even glance at.

’But Ma Pingchuan knows this visit is completely unnecessary—as pointless as taking off your pants just to fart—and yet he came anyway... Something’s fishy. It feels more like he’s using this as an excuse to scout out the strength of the five new gang members Wang Xingjian assigned to me. And by deliberately exaggerating the threat from the Ten Directions Sect, is he trying to keep me from leaving the warehouse district for the next few days?’

In any case, Zou Feng didn’t believe for a second that Ma Pingchuan had genuinely reconciled with him.

He was probably just biding his time; if he was going to make a move, it would be a big one...

「That night, nearing midnight.」

Zou Feng had just arranged the night patrol schedule and was about to take a short nap before starting his cultivation.

But the next moment, a terrified scream suddenly pierced the night sky over the warehouse district.

"Fire! Fire!"

Just moments after the scream, flames erupted from several locations in the warehouse district at once.

Seeing this, Zou Feng was quite taken aback.

If this fire really burned down the warehouses, then as the Incense Master in charge of storage, he would be guilty of a severe dereliction of duty.

Even with Chen Jingsheng’s protection, the consequences would be dire.

Of course, the same went for Ma Pingchuan; he wouldn’t get off easy either.

’So, could it be that this isn’t Ma Pingchuan’s doing, but a genuine accident?!’

Zou Feng had no time for further speculation; he immediately began directing the gang members to fight the fire.

Fortunately, large cauldrons filled with water were kept ready at all times in various parts of the warehouse, precisely for situations like this.

In the midst of the chaos, Zou Feng saw Ma Pingchuan.

The man really did look as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, shouting and yelling as he directed the firefighting efforts.

"Dammit, how did another fire start over there!?"

It was at the far edge of the district. By the time ordinary gang members could run over, the blaze would surely be out of control.

So, Ma Pingchuan stopped focusing on directing and rushed over himself.

Zou Feng had intended to follow, but then flames suddenly erupted on the opposite side, also in a far corner.

Tsk!

Without a second thought, Zou Feng immediately changed direction. Even while carrying a large water bucket in each hand, he dashed over as if he were flying.

As Zou Feng’s figure gradually disappeared, Ma Pingchuan, who had been rushing in the other direction, slowly turned back, a chilling smile playing on his lips.

"Zou Incense Master, we won’t be meeting again! Kekeke..."