I Can Transfer the Side Effects of Evil Skills

Chapter 307: Chapter 212: Live Skill Showcase

Seven more days passed in the blink of an eye.

Worried he might be unknowingly afflicted by the Silk Binding Love Gu, Zou Feng had left for two days during that week.

He hadn’t been idle during those two days. He had rushed to Qingchuan City as fast as he could to continue honing his Dragon and Tiger Kan and Li Skill with Tian Yun.

「Seven days later, at noon, in Zou Feng’s exclusive practice room within the Silk Cave.」

As was his custom, Zou Feng held Xiaolv in his arms, toying with it.

Xiaolv had long since become hopelessly addicted to Zou Feng’s touch. It didn’t even wait to be summoned anymore, proactively seeking him out every day.

It was now sleeping soundly, soothed into comfort by his touch.

And while it slept soundly, collecting its venom was a simple matter.

With the influence of his Great Universal Hand and his growing mastery of the Gu Cultivation Skill, it was only a matter of time before Zou Feng had Xiaolv completely under his control.

He toyed with Xiaolv in his hands while leaning back into Teng Jun’s embrace, letting her tend to him.

In truth, he was simply enjoying a massage from Teng Jun.

Ever since their trip to the forbidden land, Teng Jun had completely fallen for him.

They hadn’t dual cultivated yet, only because Teng Jun still had a severe mental block about taking that final step.

Zou Feng had asked her for the reason, but Teng Jun herself couldn’t explain why.

Just as everyone has their own fears, she was, for some unknown reason, born with an inexplicable fear of being... penetrated...

’Zou Feng wasn’t too bothered by this. After all, the best way to overcome a fear is to face it head-on... or even devour it.’

’My Great Universal Hand could also be used to work on Teng Jun.’

’By continuously working on her, I can get Teng Jun to overcome this fear and finally decide to take a bite.’

But aside from that final step, the two of them had already tried every other activity they could.

They had even unlocked quite a few new ’combat styles,’ which was a real eye-opener for Zou Feng, opening the door to all kinds of new worlds.

Unfortunately, no matter how many tricks they tried, without taking that final step, she still couldn’t be a true partner for dual cultivating the Dragon and Tiger Kan and Li Skill.

At that moment, Teng Jun was massaging Zou Feng’s temples while Zhi Shuang was kneading his legs.

’It couldn’t be helped. In a place like the Silk Cave, it was impossible not to become decadent.’

For instance, if Zou Feng refused Teng Jun or Zhi Shuang’s service, it would only make them overthink things and feel wronged.

At first, Zou Feng was not used to such a decadent life and had refused a few times.

But when he later realized this was actually counterproductive, he simply let them do as they pleased.

’Besides, one needed to balance arduous cultivation with rest. There was no need to force hardship upon oneself.’

’Especially since Teng Jun was so ”ambitious”—she made for a truly comfortable pillow.’

”Brother Feng, this is a specialty of Cloud Mist Mountain, Greenberry Fruit...”

While rubbing his temples, Teng Jun also periodically fed Zou Feng a string of glistening green fruits.

The fruit was extremely toxic; eat too much, and everything would look green.

Zhi Shuang, still kneading his legs, watched the intimacy between her Cave Master and Elder Zou, her eyes filled with an envy so intense she was on the verge of frenzy.

This was no exaggeration. The passion of the Silk Cave’s female disciples was beyond what any normal woman could ever hope to match.

Of course, an ordinary man would be completely unable to handle it.

Seeing Zou Feng finish the fruit, Teng Jun asked worriedly, ”Brother Feng, are you really going to personally cook for the Hundred-legged Ancestor tomorrow?”

A few days prior, Zou Feng had asked Teng Jun to arrange a deal with the Hundred-legged Ancestor—one involving fine cuisine.

The Mountain Lord of Hundred-legged Ridge had learned that Zou Feng, their Honored Guest Elder, prided himself on his cooking. When he heard that the elder wished to offer a delicacy to the Ancestor, he naturally had no reason to refuse.

After all, if the Hundred-legged Ancestor was pleased with the meal and spewed out a few mouthfuls of fresh miasma, he, the Mountain Lord, would also benefit.

Teng Jun had originally assumed that Zou Feng planned to prepare the meal and then have someone else deliver it.

But as they were talking just now, she realized Zou Feng actually intended to show off his skills by cooking for the Hundred-legged Ancestor on the spot.

This was obviously very risky.

After all, if the chef himself didn’t go, then even if the Hundred-legged Ancestor was displeased, any subsequent trouble could be managed.

But if he went in person and the Hundred-legged Ancestor was displeased, it was highly likely to eat the chef to vent its frustration.

Even with Zou Feng’s power, escaping in time shouldn’t be an issue. Still, it was always the one-in-a-million chance you had to worry about.

”That’s right. It has to be cooked and eaten on the spot. That’s the only way to bring out the maximum flavor,” Zou Feng said casually.

’In truth, while that was a consideration, his main concern was that over time, the effect imparted by his Hand of Poisoning would diminish.’

’As for which dish to use to conquer the Hundred-legged Ancestor’s taste buds, I already have a plan.’

’I’ll just have to wait until tomorrow to see if I can obtain the Centipede Gu King Poison...’

The next morning, Teng Jun led Zou Feng toward Hundred-legged Ridge, accompanied by several of Silk Cave’s Core Disciples.

Zhi Shuang followed behind Zou Feng, carrying a small basket on her back that was filled with the necessary ingredients.

In fact, it wasn’t just Zhi Shuang carrying a basket. Most of the other disciples from the Silk Cave were carrying them too.

And these baskets, of course, were filled with the ingredients Zou Feng would need shortly...

They soon arrived at the entrance to Hundred-legged Ridge. The Mountain Lord was already there with a group of disciples, looking as though they had been waiting for quite some time.

The Mountain Lord of Hundred-legged Ridge was a white-haired old man named Zhong Zhe. He was on the verge of death, so withered and gaunt he resembled a walking skeleton.

Numerous centipedes, large and small and of all different colors, clung to his body.

The other disciples of Hundred-legged Ridge were much the same: they all had sunken eyes and pale lips, and one could tell at a glance that they were not in good health.

Even the arrival of the beautiful women from the Silk Cave failed to bring any light to these disciples’ eyes; they all appeared to be in a state of apathy.