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Chapter 76: Chapter 68: My Charm Only Works on Bad Women (Part 2)

Zhao Ci was shocked. ”This...”

Feng Kucha scratched his head in frustration. ”I have no idea what’s going on. Maybe because I’ve slept with so many Banshees, this dark green energy just appeared in my Dantian. I don’t know what the hell it is, and I can’t refine it.

But it’s extremely sensitive to a Banshee’s killing intent. The moment one wants to kill me, this thing immediately suppresses them.

From now on, when we’re picking missions, let’s grab more with Banshees. I can definitely be a big help.

When it comes to doing Banshees, I’m a professional!”

Zhao Ci: ”...”

’A professional at ”doing” Banshees, my ass.’

As he spoke, Feng Kucha retrieved a bottle of wine from a nearby cabinet.

When he opened it, the smell of realgar wafted out, along with the scents of a few other well-known deadly poisons.

Without any explanation, he pried open She Qianqian’s mouth and poured the entire contents down her throat, not spilling a single drop.

She Qianqian struggled desperately, but it was as if she were paralyzed. Her body and Demonic Power were both completely drained, leaving her unable to do anything but swallow it all.

The realgar poison wine threw her into agony. She lay on the ground, wailing and writhing like a maggot in a cesspool. Her Half-Demon form gave way, gradually transforming completely into the body of a snake.

After a final struggle.

Her crooked life...

Was finally straightened out.

Feng Kucha washed his hands, his face showing no sign of pity. This Snake Woman had committed countless evil deeds in her life; otherwise, she wouldn’t have been imprisoned in the Demon-Slaying Bureau. He had long since stopped feeling any guilt about this.

Zhao Ci was baffled. ”What on earth just happened?”

Feng Kucha was just as clueless. ”Damned if I know!”

”How did you even find out about this ability?”

”One time, I was getting a little too into it and felt the chains were holding back my performance. I couldn’t help myself and took them off. That’s when I found out...”

”Does it work on male demons?”

”Nope. Only works on Banshees. Maybe if I slept with a few male demons it would start working on them, too. But that’s just gross.”

”...”

Zhao Ci was at a loss for words. This whole situation was simply beyond comment.

Feng Kucha’s voice grew serious. ”I’ve tested it a few times. Every Banshee who found out about this ability is dead, so no one else knows. I’ve tried to refine it, but I have no idea what it is. I only know it’s wood-aligned. I heard that in the resource vault for the clan competition, there’s something called the Ten Thousand Wood Roots...”

His voice trailed off as he spoke.

He glanced at Zhao Ci sheepishly.

[Feng Kucha’s Current Wish: Obtain the Ten Thousand Wood Roots. Reward for Completion: Comprehension +1000, Stealable Talent: Marrow of Wood.]

Huh?

’Marrow of Wood?’

’He’d heard of it. To be precise, he’d heard of the Marrow of the Five Elements. Anyone possessing one could cultivate the corresponding Divine Treasure with twice the results for half the effort. It was basically a mark of genius.’

’A minor genius, of course.’

’Only one percent of the world’s population possessed a Marrow of the Five Elements, but among the seven great Merit Clans and the Royal Family, that number reached an astonishing thirty percent.’

’So, in the great clans, possessing a Marrow of the Five Elements only meant your aptitude was decent, nothing more.’

’However, the Marrow of the Five Elements awakened by each clan usually corresponded to the Divine Treasure they specialized in. Obtaining a Marrow of a different element was nearly impossible. People with two Marrows were one in a million, and those with three existed only in legend.’

’And this... this was a Marrow of Wood he could get for free!’

’With it, cultivating his own Liver Wood Divine Treasure would become significantly easier.’

’And if the Marrow of Wood could be obtained as a reward, then couldn’t the others...?’

’An excellent find!’

”Zhao Ci?”

Feng Kucha’s expression tensed. ”Did I scare you speechless? Anyway, the Ten Thousand Wood Roots costs fifty merit points. It’s pretty expensive, so I won’t drag you into...”

”Expensive my ass!”

Zhao Ci waved his hand dismissively. ”I have more than enough merit points. I can afford to keep you!”

As its name suggested, the Ten Thousand Wood Roots was the root of all woods. Once refined, it would act as the host’s own root system, allowing them to absorb and refine anything with a wood affinity.

Although Zhao Ci didn’t know what that mass in Feng Kucha’s abdomen was, anything capable of suppressing so many Banshees couldn’t be ordinary.

Fifty merit points was enough to secure a spot in the War God Tower. For any of the clans, that was an ultimate luxury. To give it to a ”good-for-nothing” like him would be a scandalous waste.

After all, in business terms, that was equivalent to an extra five hundred thousand taels in profit.

But to Zhao Ci, this would, at best, barely repay the debt he owed for the Feng Clan’s manuals. Besides, Feng Kucha was definitely a worthy investment.

”Really?”

Feng Kucha asked in disbelief.

Zhao Ci nodded. ”Really.”

Feng Kucha was touched and said excitedly, ”Okay! Let’s go to the Imperial Clan Court right now and have my name inscribed on your stele.”

”Hold on!”

Zhao Ci instinctively took a step back.

Feng Kucha’s expression changed. ”What? You’re not going to back out, are you?”

Zhao Ci pointed at the ramrod-straight snake on the floor. ”Have the Feng Family pay for this first before you join my household. Otherwise, I’ll be the one stuck with the debt.”

Feng Kucha was speechless.

After agreeing to go to the Imperial Clan Court with Feng Kucha the next day, Zhao Ci left the Feng Mansion.

The carriage followed the Yanghe River westward.

Before long, it pulled up beside a quaint and elegant teahouse.

The teahouse was three stories tall. It didn’t look large, but it had seven different entrances. Inside, a maze of crisscrossing corridors was rumored to exist, with attendants guiding guests personally to ensure no one knew who was meeting with whom.

It was the perfect rendezvous spot for socialites meeting handsome young men, or for dignitaries having a clandestine meeting with a mistress.

Zhao Ci strode inside and handed a wooden token to an attendant. After a few reserved words of greeting, she respectfully led the way.

Moments later, they had navigated the labyrinthine corridors. She brought him to the door of a private room and gestured for him to enter.