I Can Transfer the Side Effects of Evil Skills

Chapter 208: Chapter 162: The Reason to Go to the Brothel (Part 2)

To put it simply, it raised his concentration to its absolute peak, naturally doubling the effectiveness of his Cultivation.

Naturally, Zou Feng chose to cultivate the Great Universal Hand in the Illusion Realm.

While the Corpse Luo Heart Scripture was also powerful, his current progress wasn’t enough for practical combat, and the potential for improvement in the short term was limited.

The Great Universal Hand, on the other hand, had just been nourished by the Blood Begonia poison. Its progress had already reached a high of 91%, and a breakthrough to the Peak Realm was just around the corner.

Therefore, he naturally had to focus on cultivating the Great Universal Hand, aiming to reach the Peak Realm before he had to expel the poison for the Guardian of Teng County.

That way, he would be better prepared to handle any unexpected situations that might arise.

Perhaps it was because the reinvigorated Cloud Pattern Deer had made the Illusion Realm more potent, but after Zou Feng’s consciousness withdrew, his progress with the Great Universal Hand had increased by another percent.

This was an excellent result. Previously, Zou Feng could enter the Illusion Realm to cultivate several times without necessarily seeing any increase in his Great Universal Hand progress at all.

Additionally, the progress of his Drunken Immortal Moon Gazing Step, which was at the Refined Skill level, had also increased. It was now at 90%, likewise very close to the Peak of Perfection.

Zou Feng wasn’t too surprised by this. Since the Evil Eye Soaked Wine could advance his Drunken Immortal Moon Gazing Step, it stood to reason that the Illusion Realm it produced would have the same effect.

’It wouldn’t be bad if the Drunken Immortal Moon Gazing Step reaches the Peak of Perfection first, either.’

’If a situation I can’t handle really does occur, maxing out my escape ability would be another layer of insurance.’

He glanced at the Cloud Pattern Deer again. It still looked quite lively, not at all like it was about to kick the bucket.

But as for the specifics—whether the Cloud Pattern Deer could now thrive by relying on the Poison of the Seven Emotions—that was still uncertain. He would have to wait and see.

Returning to the bedroom, Zou Feng told Tian Yun what had happened.

Needless to say, if they could continue using the Cloud Pattern Deer, she wasn’t about to miss the opportunity. Who knew if the Demon Beast would be on its last breath again the next day.

Throughout the day, the two of them were either cultivating or studying the Thunder Control Skill.

It was worth noting that with Zou Feng and Tian Yun’s current physical conditioning, as long as they weren’t truly subjected to essence ”replenishment,” a bit of vigorous activity wouldn’t cause their bodies any real strain.

On the contrary, it was more like a form of recreation and rest. They could go for a round whenever the mood struck, without worrying about being completely drained.

In the evening, Zou Feng once again used his ”Hand of Poisoning” to personally whip up a few side dishes.

It wasn’t that Tian Yun was unwilling to cook, but her culinary skills simply couldn’t compare to Zou Feng’s.

And Zou Feng, not wanting his own skills to get rusty, would show off his craft from time to time anyway.

”Sister Yun, once the matter in Teng County is settled, we should leave Qingchuan City as soon as possible, regardless of the outcome.”

Tian Yun had long since become completely obedient to Zou Feng. Upon hearing his words, she didn’t even bother to ask why, simply nodding. ”Alright.”

”Where will we go?”

”We’ll see when the time comes...”

”Then, Zou Lang, are you making your ’house calls’ tonight?”

Zou Feng tilted his head in thought for a moment before saying, ”No. The Poison Skill Secret Manuals I’ve collected so far, plus the Bone-Softening Palm I’ll get after this is over, are more than enough for now. There’s no need to make any more ’house calls’.”

”Then what are you doing tonight?”

Zou Feng grinned. ”I’m going to take a stroll through the brothel!”

This wasn’t a joke. Ever since arriving in Qingchuan City, although Zou Feng was moonlighting as a barefoot doctor, he still made a trip to the brothel every few days.

Not for pleasure, of course, but to cultivate his skills.

The Cultivation of many Evil Skills had specific environmental requirements.

For example, when Zou Feng previously cultivated the Great Compassion Hand, he had to set up a statue or portrait of the Ten Directions Divine King and cultivate while performing Visualization.

Later, however, he swapped out the Visualization of the Ten Directions Divine King for images of beautiful women, then fused it with the Chaos Finger, thereby corrupting the Great Compassion Hand into the Great Universal Hand.

And now, to cultivate the Great Universal Hand, aside from using Exotic Poisons that could stir the emotions and cultivating within the Illusion Realm produced by the Cloud Pattern Deer, his only other effective method was to go to a brothel.

Experiencing all manner of lust and desire from the closest possible distance was, in fact, one of the cultivation methods for the Great Universal Hand.

Zou Feng reckoned that this step was probably indispensable for the Great Universal Hand to truly reach the Peak of Perfection. Relying on poison and illusions alone would always leave him wanting for that final little push...

This was Zou Feng’s perfectly justifiable reason for going to the brothel.

At first, Tian Yun naturally didn’t believe his excuse. She had even disguised herself as a man and insisted on following him to see for herself.

But when she discovered that Zou Feng really was just cultivating his skills, she could only marvel at how truly evil the Evil Skills he practiced were.

So now, upon hearing that Zou Feng wasn’t making ’house calls’ but was going to the brothel instead, Tian Yun didn’t even bat an eye. ”Alright,” she said, accustomed to it. ”Go, but come back early.”

With that, she even got up, found a set of clothes more suitable for a brothel, and personally helped him change.

”The chopsticks and wine cups in the brothels never seem very clean. Why don’t you take some from home?”

Tian Yun was very thoughtful. She knew that Cultivation was draining, and if he got hungry in the middle of the night, he would need to eat and drink something.

But who brings their own bowls and chopsticks to a brothel?

Zou Feng coughed. ”No need to go to all that trouble. I’ll just have someone bring a basin of clean water to rinse them.”

”You, on the other hand, Sister Yun, need to be extra careful lately. If anything feels off, just find another place to sleep.”

”Or just come find me directly at the Spring Night Building.”

Between them, he and Tian Yun already owned ten properties throughout Qingchuan City.

And the Spring Night Building he mentioned was, of course, his chosen Cultivation spot for the evening.

Once he was ready, Zou Feng wasted no more time and headed eagerly to the Spring Night Building.

Zou Feng had checked out every single brothel in Qingchuan City.

The Spring Night Building wasn’t the most high-class establishment, nor did it have the most beautiful women.

He chose it because it was the wildest and catered to the most extreme tastes.

Occasionally, there were even some truly eye-searing performances.

They might even bring large beasts, or even Demon Beasts, onto the stage...

But it was precisely in such a den of iniquity, where all kinds of extreme and bizarre emotions and desires intertwined, that Zou Feng found the perfect environment for his Cultivation.

A short while later, Zou Feng strode into the Spring Night Building with practiced ease.

He had been extremely generous on his previous visits, so the Madam remembered him clearly.

Thus, the moment he stepped inside, the Madam bustled over to greet him personally, trailing a cloud of perfume so thick it could make a man swoon.

”Are there any special performances tonight?” Zou Feng sidestepped the Madam’s attempt to throw herself into his arms and got straight to the point.

The Madam nodded emphatically. ”Yes, yes! Master Zou, your timing is perfect. Just this morning, someone delivered a Demon Python and a Demon Bull.”

A satisfied expression appeared on Zou Feng’s face. ”Excellent. Make the arrangements!”

By ”arrangements,” he meant for the Madam to give him the table right in the center of the front row—the best viewing spot in the house.

It was, of course, also the most expensive seat.

Unexpectedly, the Madam’s expression became troubled. She stammered, ”Ah... Master Zou, to be honest with you, that table has already been reserved.”

Anyone willing to pay a fortune for the best viewing seat, if not for the sake of Cultivation, could only be described as the most degenerate of perverts.

So, while Zou Feng had no intention of starting trouble to fight for the spot, he couldn’t help but ask casually, ”Who reserved it?”

”It was Young Master Murong...”

Even without the full name, Zou Feng immediately knew who she was talking about.

Speaking of which, he had unexpectedly chatted with this Young Master Murong once on a previous visit to the Spring Night Building. They had even drunk and reveled together like a pair of fair-weather friends.

But that was normal. In a place for drinking and debauchery, you could become sworn brothers with a complete stranger one moment, and then be strangers again the next day.

And this Young Master Murong’s background was such that he was one of the people in all of Qingchuan City you could least afford to provoke.

The City Lord of Qingchuan City was named Murong Yuan.

He had an only son named Murong Yunhai.

And the ”Young Master Murong” the Madam spoke of was this very same Murong Yunhai.

As the City Lord’s only son, his frequent appearances at Qingchuan City’s most depraved brothel were proof enough of his rather dissolute behavior.

In truth, however, aside from the criticism he received for his particular proclivities, Murong Yunhai’s reputation among the city’s residents was actually quite good.

Mingling with degenerates of all social strata in a relatively cheap brothel—wasn’t that, in its own way, a sign of being approachable?