I Can Transfer the Side Effects of Evil Skills

”Palace Master, what’s wrong, Palace Master?”

The atmosphere was off. Having rarely seen Su Qingyu act so coy, the ever-obsequious Bai Chen keenly sensed that something was wrong.

And so, he quickly spoke up, shattering the mood.

Su Qingyu ignored Bai Chen’s ulterior motives and continued to size up Zou Feng with an appreciative gaze.

The more she looked, the more she liked what she saw.

This wasn’t because she’d suddenly taken notice of Zou Feng’s good looks—as dazzling as a firefly in the pitch-black night.

Rather, it was an appreciation... for a powerful poisonous specimen.

Poison Cultivators are attracted to one another.

The more powerful the Poison Cultivator, the stronger the attraction.

Just as Luo Yingning, upon sensing Zou Feng’s exceptionally succulent Poison Body, had immediately been filled with the desire to devour him, leaving not a scrap behind.

Especially now that Zou Feng was Three-in-One and his Spirit Body had reached Great Success.

His appetizing toxicity was simply off the charts.

If it weren’t for their good rapport, and now their alliance within the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect, Su Qingyu likely would have put Zou Feng on the menu as the main course for the celebratory feast.

She would have savored the sight of him as she devoured him, bones and all.

”Palace Master, you seem a little... different today.” Zou Feng had naturally noticed her odd expression as well.

Su Qingyu broke into a manic grin, one she had rarely shown of late. ”I look like a wanton hussy, don’t I?”

”...You’re joking, Palace Master!” Zou Feng coughed.

’In reality, he thought her description was spot-on.’

”Palace Master, what’s wrong, Palace Master?” Bai Chen was still trying to break the damnable mood.

Fortunately, as more guests arrived to offer their greetings, this culinary-tinged intimacy was finally broken.

In fact, Su Qingyu had deliberately sent an invitation to Li Dingjie.

She had done so to show Li Dingjie that breaking through to the Spiritual Energy Realm was nothing to brag about.

For instance, Su Qingyu hadn’t broken through earlier not because she was unable, but because she wanted to build a stronger foundation after arriving at the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect.

And it wasn’t just Su Qingyu. Many of their old acquaintances from Great Yan at the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect had also found their own paths; breaking through to the Spiritual Energy Realm in short order would be no issue for them.

Examples included Leng Jing, who followed the old ancestor; Liang Shunan, whose business in the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect was beginning to flourish; and the ridiculously overpowered Zou Feng.

However, while ascending to the Spiritual Energy Realm wasn’t an issue for some of them, doing so would essentially exhaust all their future potential.

Becoming Inner Sect Disciples of the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect would be their limit.

Thanks to Li Dingjie’s absence, the celebration feast was both lively and harmonious.

Back in the days of Great Yan, it would have been unimaginable for this group of people to be sitting together, drinking and conversing so cheerfully.

Among them, one person caught Zou Feng’s particular attention.

That was the former Sword Saint, Jing Huaisong.

Although he now looked more and more like a common farmer, the dejection he’d shown upon first arriving at the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect was completely gone.

In short, after finding peace and trading his sword for a hoe, he had undergone a metamorphosis.

The ”sword” was gone, but the ”saint” remained.

At this rate, Jing Huaisong’s future path would likely take him far beyond merely becoming an Inner Sect Disciple.

During the feast, the guests inevitably brought up Li Dingjie.

Everyone agreed that while the man had become incredibly arrogant, his past actions suggested he wasn’t this foolish.

Li Dingjie must have known that coercion alone was no way to build the faction he envisioned.

He would have been better off making grand promises and offering all sorts of benefits; that might have actually won people over.

As they discussed the matter, Su Qingyu said to Zou Feng, seated beside her, ”Still, several of our old friends didn’t attend today. It goes to show that coercion isn’t entirely useless.”

”Besides, following a being who has undergone Reincarnation Rebirth is a decent option in itself. But...”

”I, however, suspect that young Li Dingjie’s true intentions lie elsewhere.”

Zou Feng immediately picked up the thread. ”Palace Master, you mean Li Dingjie has some other scheme?”

”But what do we even have that’s worth his scheming over?”

Su Qingyu shook her head slightly. ”That, I do not know. Never mind. It was only a guess. Perhaps Li Dingjie really is just being an idiot.”

The celebration feast ended uneventfully, with the sole exception of Bai Chen, who scowled through the entire event.

Su Qingyu’s seating arrangement had already made him feel as sick as if he’d swallowed a fly.

He had always been the one to sit at Su Qingyu’s right hand, but this time, that honor had gone to Zou Feng.

In fact, the change in Su Qingyu’s attitude toward Zou Feng hadn’t started only after they arrived at the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect.

Back in the Glazed Immortal Palace, Su Qingyu had nearly been possessed by an ”Immortal.” In the end, it was only after Zou Feng repeatedly and violently slammed into her, almost breaking her, that the ”Immortal” was knocked out of her.

Bai Chen had keenly observed that ever since that incident—after Zou Feng had slammed into her—Su Qingyu’s usual manic energy had diminished considerably.

Moreover, even though Su Qingyu clearly knew Zou Feng preferred the ”palm” area, she still chose to extend her foot when ”bestowing poison”...

But as the ultimate sycophant, despite his many worries, Bai Chen never once thought of acting against Zou Feng.

After all, it was impossible for Bai Chen to go against any of Su Qingyu’s wishes.

He had, therefore, even prepared himself for the possibility of having to serve a male master on the side in the future...

「On the way back to Courtyard Nine」

Zou Feng glanced at his current Immortal Fate balance.

After his recent shopping spree, the sum of Immortal Fate that would have been considered a fortune in the Outer Sect had dwindled to just over two thousand.

To begin his Cultivation of the Silent Extinction Poison Flame, it would be best to train in one of the special locations within the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect where natural poison flames manifested.