I Can Transfer the Side Effects of Evil Skills

The two then began their joyful dance in the room, one performing the Shaking Flower Hand, the other a "Shaking Flower Foot."

Of course, they weren’t just going crazy. This was their way of creating a small Poison Domain, confined to the room, to conduct a rather unconventional exchange between Poison Cultivators.

Although the scene looked absurd, in reality... it was, indeed, quite absurd.

Anyone who didn’t know better would probably assume they had gone mad from their cultivation.

After this dance battle went on for a while, Zou Feng’s initial slight awkwardness faded, and he became completely immersed in it.

He also discovered that coordinating with Su Qingyu like this was equivalent to performing a Combined Skill.

When facing an enemy, not only would the poison become more complex, but it would also create a fused Domain, doubling its power!

Once someone entered this Domain, even a mid-stage Foundation Establishment Realm Cultivator would find it impossible to escape, let alone fight back.

The two danced with increasing fervor, soon becoming drenched in sweat.

At the same time, their eyes were filled with mutual admiration, as if they had finally found their kindred spirit.

And so, as they danced, they moved as one, finding their way onto the bed.

After their spiritual exchange through art, a physical confrontation followed, bringing the communication between the Poison Cultivators to its peak.

"External Pill Refines the Immortal Way (Minor Success), Progress: 10%"

After their "exchange," Zou Feng looked at the skill’s progress and clicked his tongue in amazement.

He knew that cultivating these Evil Techniques allowed for rapid progress, but he hadn’t expected to break through to the Minor Success Realm with the External Pill Refines the Immortal Way in just over two days.

Such speed could only be described as terrifying.

Besides having ample resources like the poison mushrooms and his big brother’s generous help, his "exchange" with Su Qingyu as a fellow Poison Cultivator had also been indispensable for this swift breakthrough to Minor Success.

’No doubt about it,’ he thought. ’I’m not leaving. I’ll just keep cultivating here in Su Qingyu’s room.’

He would cultivate for a while, then have a dance battle with Su Qingyu, repeating the cycle.

Their dancing skills improved rapidly with such high-frequency dance-offs.

Now, a casual Shaking Flower Hand could create an effect like the Master of the Shadow Stream.

If they were to truly target someone, even before unleashing the full power of the Flower Hand, weaker cultivators would lose control of their heads, which would shake violently to the beat until they blossomed like a lotus and exploded!

Another day passed. Zou Feng hadn’t forgotten the important task Senior Sister Jiang Wanzhao had given him.

Even though he was unwilling to marry into the Dragon Race of Yu Long Lake, he still had to meet the Ninth Princess and go through the motions.

Before leaving, Zou Feng naturally didn’t hide anything from Su Qingyu and told her about the Dragon King’s search for a son-in-law.

Su Qingyu’s eyes lit up when she heard this. "Many members of the Dragon Race are born with natural poisons. Taking the Ninth Princess into your chambers might bring an unexpected surprise!"

Su Qingyu wasn’t encouraging Zou Feng because of some special fetish; rather, if Zou Feng could obtain a new Exotic Poison, she would also benefit greatly during their future "exchanges."

"Palace Master, calm down. The Ninth Princess is clearly trouble. I’m not willing to risk a huge loss for a minor gain."

With that, he quickly left the room before Su Qingyu could persuade him further.

In any case, Zou Feng had already decided he would absolutely not get involved in this mess.

The Dragon King of Yu Long Lake was a bona fide Golden Core Realm expert of the Demon Race, and he wasn’t the only Golden Core Realm cultivator at Yu Long Lake.

They’d never sought a marriage alliance before, yet now they were suddenly in a hurry to marry their daughter into the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect. They hadn’t even received a definite answer, yet they had the Ninth Princess come to meet the potential sons-in-law...

’Do they really need to rush this much? Don’t tell me the Ninth Princess is already pregnant, and they’re just looking for a patsy with enough status to take the fall?’

Of course, this was all just Zou Feng’s baseless speculation. It was also possible he was simply overthinking things.

On his way, Zou Feng was about to slick his hair back, but just as he raised his hand, a thought struck him, and he quickly stopped.

’It’s better not to look too handsome. If the Ninth Princess takes a liking to me, I can still find an excuse to refuse, but it would inevitably get unpleasant.’

’The Celestial Hearing Tower’s Tower Master, Yu Lingxiao, might also want to push for this match. So if I refuse after the Ninth Princess has already taken a liking to me, I’ll end up offending two Golden Core Realm Cultivators at once.’

Thinking of this, Zou Feng deliberately let his hair hang down. He also manipulated his toxins to emit a sweet fragrance, as if he were carrying a sachet.

He then changed his complexion, making it deathly pale, as if he had applied rouge and powder.

His main goal was to conceal all of his masculinity and present himself as an effeminate, foundation-wearing cultivator.

The Dragon Race generally worships raw power. As a dragon maiden, the Ninth Princess would surely have no interest in a foundation-wearing cultivator.

As he was about to reach the reception hall, he saw Zhao Feixiong with a melancholic look on his face.

He had clearly been there for a while, but he was hesitating, reluctant to go inside.

"Brother Zhao!"

Zou Feng went up to greet him.

Zhao Feixiong acknowledged him before continuing to sigh heavily.

"What’s troubling you, Brother Zhao?"

In truth, Zou Feng couldn’t be bothered to care, but they were on the same side, after all, and the man had helped him in the past.

Zhao Feixiong said, distressed, "You know my heart belongs to Senior Sister Jiang. Even though this is her order, I really don’t want to see that Ninth Princess."

"Uh... According to Senior Sister Jiang’s wishes, if you’re unwilling, isn’t this just about going through the motions?"

"That’s true, but what if the Ninth Princess takes a liking to me... No, there’s no ’what if.’ She will definitely take a liking to me. Refusing her then will be a huge hassle..."

Zou Feng was taken aback. "You’re that certain the Ninth Princess will fancy you, Brother Zhao?"

Zhao Feixiong pointed to his own face and retorted, "Do you think there’s any woman who wouldn’t fall for a face like this?"

Zou Feng really wanted to say that Jiang Wanzhao clearly didn’t, but he held his tongue.

Zou Feng didn’t bother saying anything more. He started walking toward the reception hall, saying, "In that case, it might be better if you don’t go, Brother Zhao. I’ll head in first."

However, Zhao Feixiong ultimately let out a long sigh and followed him.

He looked conflicted, unwilling to go but unable to defy Jiang Wanzhao.

As Zou Feng walked into the reception hall, he saw that Jiang Wanzhao and Yu Lingxiao were already seated.

There were also three other young talents from the Celestial Hearing Tower.

Zou Feng had never seen these three before. They were all in the Dao Foundation Realm, but none of them could have a Celestial Tier Dao Foundation—the kind that guaranteed promotion to True Inheritor. Otherwise, Jiang Wanzhao wouldn’t have needed to specifically seek out him and Zhao Feixiong.

However, since both he and Zhao Feixiong were unwilling to marry the Ninth Princess, Yu Lingxiao had to settle for the next best thing and chose these three as backups.

In truth, an Earth Tier Dao Foundation wasn’t a guarantee against becoming a True Disciple, so theoretically, it wasn’t a big issue.

What if the Ninth Princess happened to take a liking to one of these three?

Besides them, there was another man: a tall, strong, middle-aged man in silver-white armor, radiating an air of majesty and masculinity.

Without a doubt, this middle-aged man had to be the Dragon King of Yu Long Lake, Luo Gang.

As Zou Feng was sizing up Luo Gang, Luo Gang was also looking him over.

The moment Luo Gang saw Zou Feng’s utter lack of masculinity and the faint fragrance wafting from him, his brow furrowed.

The word "disgusted" was practically written on his face.

Seeing this, Zou Feng was secretly pleased. ’Plan successful.’

It was perfect that he was looked down upon. It saved him the trouble of having to lose face by refusing.

But when Zhao Feixiong entered, Luo Gang’s eyes clearly lit up.

Before entering, Zhao Feixiong had been sighing and agonizing, but once inside, he walked with a powerful, confident stride and had an extraordinary air about him.

Of course, Zhao Feixiong had suddenly straightened up, most likely because Jiang Wanzhao was present, and he didn’t want to show his reluctance too obviously.

Next, Zou Feng and the other prospective sons-in-law greeted Luo Gang one by one.

After the pleasantries were over, Yu Lingxiao turned to Luo Gang with a smile that felt like a warm spring breeze. "These five are all future pillars of our Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect. What do you think, Fellow Daoist Luo? Are they to your satisfaction?"

"They all certainly have the bearing of a True Inheritor. Excellent, excellent!"

Although he spoke politely, Luo Gang shot another imperceptible glance at Zou Feng, clearly not wanting to include him in the praise.