I Can Transfer the Side Effects of Evil Skills

But when Zou Feng recalled their earlier meeting with Luo Zhenzhen, he couldn’t find a single sign that she’d fallen for Zhao Feixiong at first sight.

After all, she had been completely resistant to the matchmaking session, an unwilling look on her face the entire time.

If anyone had fallen in love at first sight, it was Luo Gang. He seemed to have taken an instant liking to Zhao Feixiong, looking as if he’d already decided to make the man his son-in-law.

"Junior Brother Zou, can you cure this poison? If there’s really no other way, I can always tough it out and rush back to the Sect... But if I miss this chance to spend time with Zhenzhen, something might go wrong..."

But Zou Feng wasn’t in a hurry to cure Zhao Feixiong. Instead, he asked, "Brother Zhao, you said an Impermanence ambushed you?"

Zhao Feixiong nodded. "It was a White Impermanence!"

’White Impermanence?’

’That explained it.’

The ones Zou Feng had encountered before were all Black Impermanences. Only a Cultivator at the Dao Foundation Realm Late Stage could serve as a White Impermanence.

Zhao Feixiong might be strong, but in the chaos of a pitched battle, he could easily fall prey to a surprise attack from a White Impermanence—especially one who was clearly also a Poison Dao master.

In truth, surprise attacks and ambushes were the tactics a Poison Cultivator was supposed to use.

A Poison Cultivator like Zou Feng, who charged headfirst into battle at the slightest provocation, was an Alien Species.

’Tsk. Why haven’t I run into a poison-wielding White Impermanence? A creature like that would probably be more nourishing than a common External Pill.’

"Don’t worry, Brother Zhao. Allow me to take a look."

With that, Zou Feng placed a hand on Zhao Feixiong’s shoulder.

Circulating his Spiritual Qi, Zou Feng began to carefully sense the Cold Poison within Zhao Feixiong’s body.

The moment his Spiritual Qi made contact with the poison, Zou Feng felt a sudden chill crawl up his spine.

It was as if something... unclean... had suddenly appeared behind him.

Zou Feng even had a premonition: he must not look back, or something terrible would happen!

’This poison is interesting,’ Zou Feng thought. ’Getting hit by it is like being haunted by a vengeful spirit?’

Zou Feng, however, was unafraid. Whatever this unclean thing was, he could use it as material for his Visualization to strengthen the Great Universal Hand.

’Still, while it doesn’t bother me, forcefully expelling this poison would likely worsen Zhao Feixiong’s injuries.’

This type of "vengeful spirit" poison couldn’t be expelled by force; otherwise, Jiang Wanzhao could have easily dealt with it for Zhao Feixiong before.

"Tsk, it’s that feeling again... like something’s riding on my neck..." Zhao Feixiong reacted as expected, frowning as he spoke.

And in Zou Feng’s view, something was indeed pressing down on the back of Zhao Feixiong’s neck.

’This is clearly dangerous. If I keep trying to expel the poison, even more anomalies will manifest on Zhao Feixiong.’

Seeing Zou Feng’s delayed response, Zhao Feixiong asked, "Junior Brother Zou, is this poison really that difficult to handle?"

Zou Feng had been busy appreciating the poison’s wondrous properties. At Zhao Feixiong’s words, he withdrew his hand from the man’s shoulder and said, "It is a bit tricky, but it’s no big deal. I have a way!"

Zhao Feixiong was overjoyed to hear this. He really didn’t want to be forced back to the Sect for help, thus missing his chance with Luo Zhenzhen.

But even though Zou Feng claimed he could cure the poison, there was something else Zhao Feixiong felt he couldn’t keep from him.

"By the way, Junior Brother Zou, are you aware that with the poisons these White Impermanences use, both the victim and the person who cures them get marked?"

Zou Feng didn’t actually need the reminder. He’d learned that the Yama Underworld was fond of marking their targets back when he’d "fished" for and caught a Black Impermanence.

Anyone who was marked could be sensed by an Impermanence within a certain distance, making them a target for a calculated ambush.

’Of course, this didn’t affect him, since he was already marked anyway.’

’Even if a White Impermanence’s mark was stronger, it didn’t matter.’

"Don’t worry, I know," Zou Feng said. "But Brother Zhao, do you happen to know if the White Impermanence who attacked you managed to slip in here?"

Zhao Feixiong thought for a moment before replying, "I think so. After all, the bastard ambushed me after our defensive line had already been breached..."

At these words, Zou Feng’s eyes lit up.

’A White Impermanence with such a profound and mysterious poison... how could Zou Feng not covet its body?’

’It’s perfect that it slipped in, and even better that I’ll be marked. This way, when I leave the Celestial Hearing Tower to hunt for Tribulation Cultivators, there’s a good chance this thing will come looking for me.’

’After all, it’s a Dao Foundation Realm Late Stage White Impermanence. With the advantage of the mark, it could catch me off guard. There’s no reason it wouldn’t come stir up trouble...’

"Wait a moment, Brother Zhao. I’ll cure you right now."

"Then I’ll be in your debt, Junior Brother Zou!"

He said he would cure the poison, but Zou Feng’s method was simple and direct.

He was going to absorb all of it into his own body.

This would avoid the side effects that would have been inflicted on Zhao Feixiong by a forceful expulsion.

Of course, only a Poison Cultivator like him could use such a method. Others wouldn’t even be able to draw the poison into themselves if they tried.

Zou Feng then got to work. Before long, he had drawn all of the "vengeful spirit poison" into his own body.

As soon as the transfer was complete, Zou Feng’s vision abruptly went black.

Within that pitch-black space, countless ghostly figures began to appear.

These specters all wore white robes, their long, jet-black hair hanging down and completely obscuring their faces.

’To have such a vivid hallucination right after being poisoned, even with my resistance?’

With a cold snort, Zou Feng activated his Five Poison Holy Lotus Skill, causing lotuses to bloom all around him.

The specters shrieked in agony and vanished, as if they were being purified by the Holy Lotuses.

Zou Feng’s vision cleared, and he found himself still in Zhao Feixiong’s room.

But even though he had escaped the Illusion Realm, Zou Feng knew he hadn’t completely purged the poison.

The vengeful spirit poison lived up to its name. It caused the victim to be haunted by a wraith that would pop up from time to time, scaring them in all sorts of ways.

To put it in terms of a horror movie from Zou Feng’s past life, it was like being afflicted by the Grudge.

At first, the effects of this grudge wouldn’t seem too severe. After all, as a Cultivator, one had a strong natural immunity to attacks from such unclean things.

But over time, the constant torment would slowly cause irreversible damage to the victim’s mind.

Eventually, even if the poison didn’t kill them, the victim would be driven mad by the torment.

It could even adversely affect those around the victim, as they could exhibit dangerous symptoms at any moment—like the bone-chilling cold that had just been radiating from Zhao Feixiong.

Despite being fully aware of the vengeful spirit poison’s power, Zou Feng was in no hurry to completely perform Refinement on it or expel it.

Instead, he planned to let it torment him for a while to raise the progress of his Great Universal Hand.

"Ah, I’m cured?!"

Zhao Feixiong’s pleasantly surprised voice broke Zou Feng out of his thoughts.

Zhao Feixiong could clearly sense that there were no longer any traces of poison in his system.

He quickly pulled out a few restorative Elixirs. After consuming them, the gray pallor of his face was quickly replaced by a healthy, rosy color.

"Junior Brother Zou, you are truly a rare Poison Dao Great Cultivator! Words can’t express my gratitude. On my and Zhenzhen’s wedding day, we must share many drinks!" Zhao Feixiong said, laughing as he stood up.

’He’s already jumping to marriage...’

The next moment, Zhao Feixiong eagerly picked up his Token and began sending a message.

He made no effort to hide it from Zou Feng, so with just a glance, Zou Feng could see he was messaging Jiang Wanzhao.

The message said that Zou Feng had cured his poison, so they could proceed with the plan to get him more time with Luo Zhenzhen, who was still in the Celestial Hearing Tower.

Jiang Wanzhao’s reply: I’ll arrange it as soon as possible!

But just after she replied to Zhao Feixiong, Zou Feng’s own Token vibrated.

He picked it up. It was also from Jiang Wanzhao: "Come to my room. I’ll help you remove the mark!"