I Can Transfer the Side Effects of Evil Skills

After Zou Feng purchased the Yangshui Scripture, the person who came to deliver it was no ordinary disciple.

Instead, it was an Inner Sect Elder he had never seen before.

The man was ancient and decrepit, looking as if he had one foot in the grave. He had most likely also cultivated a life-draining Skill.

It was just hard to say if the Inner Sect Elder had enough time left to successfully reach Foundation Establishment and replenish his lifespan.

As for why an Inner Sect Elder would personally make the delivery...

First, having spent so much, he deserved such treatment.

Second, this type of forbidden art required an Elder to be present to ask some questions and see if the purchaser was truly prepared.

In that regard, one glance was enough to see that Zou Feng was brimming with vitality and had an ample lifespan. There were no issues.

Thus, the Elder asked a few perfunctory questions, then wasted no more time and promptly turned to leave.

Before departing, however, he gave Zou Feng an additional piece of advice...

Strictly speaking, the Yangshui Scripture wasn’t picky about its environment; one could practice its Cultivation anywhere.

But if money was no object and one wanted better results, it was best to go to the Demon Suppression Tower, which was specially built by the Immortal Sect.

The Demon Suppression Tower had nine floors in total, each one used to suppress all manner of demons and monsters.

The highest level, the ninth floor, held three Great Demons captive. Even True Disciples had to go through multiple layers of applications and reviews to be granted brief access.

The Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect didn’t imprison them for punishment or amusement.

They were there specifically for the disciples to use in their Cultivation.

After all, even for those not practicing Evil Arts, many Daoist Arts required Cultivation under high pressure to achieve optimal results.

Furthermore, much like studying in a bustling market to temper one’s concentration, cultivating in the Demon Suppression Tower could similarly hone one’s focus and willpower.

Some disciples who had developed a Heart Demon could even go to the Demon Suppression Tower to fight fire with fire, allowing the Heart Demon to fully manifest in an attempt to sever it prematurely.

In short, according to the Elder, going to the third floor of the Demon Suppression Tower would be most effective for cultivating the Yangshui Scripture.

Since this would help him master the Yangshui Scripture faster, and in turn send Lu Guanghua to his final rest, Zou Feng had no reason to refuse. He immediately headed for the Demon Suppression Tower within the Immortal Sect.

From a distance, the Demon Suppression Tower looked rather plain and unremarkable among the many majestic and spectacular buildings within the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect. There was no trace of demonic energy leaking out.

An uninformed observer might have mistaken it for an ordinary tower.

It was only upon approaching the entrance to the Demon Suppression Tower that one would discover the tight security. Not only were there multiple Inner Sect Elders on guard, but one could also faintly sense a Core Disciple of the Dao Foundation Realm presiding from somewhere nearby.

Zou Feng then presented his Token, verified his identity, and paid the required Immortal Fate before he was granted entry.

The instant he stepped inside, the scenery before him changed abruptly.

He had stepped directly into a different dimension.

As far as the eye could see, this first floor resembled an ordinary dungeon.

Every so often, he could hear ”people” wailing and crying, mixed with all sorts of distinctly inhuman shrieks.

Such a mundane environment had no effect on Zou Feng, who was steeped in Evil Skills.

He had no interest in loitering on the first floor. A floating staircase was nearby, and he opted to head straight up.

He went straight to the third floor, where the environment changed once more. Everything around him was pitch-black.

In the distance, however, were several small wooden cabins with lit oil lamps, providing an odd sense of security in the eerie darkness.

Since Zou Feng had chosen to cultivate on the third floor, the disciple on duty at the entrance had already informed him of the general layout.

Zou Feng moved swiftly through the darkness, heading toward a cabin on his right.

It had to be said that even with his power, walking through this darkness gave him a hair-raising sense of dread.

It felt as if some terrifying entity could emerge from the gloom at any moment and drag him deep into the shadows...

Zou Feng subconsciously quickened his pace. But before he reached the door, he heard a man’s voice from within the cabin: ”This room is full. Fellow Daoist, please find another!”

’Full?!’

Disciples came to the Demon Suppression Tower to cultivate at all hours, so it wasn’t strange for a room to be full.

The problem was...

The cabin had a window, and Zou Feng glanced inside as he turned to leave.

Inside, an Inner Sect Disciple sat, chatting and laughing amiably. He raised his hand as if to propose a toast, about to drink a full cup with the others in the room.

Yet, he held no cup in his hand, and there were no other disciples beside him.

’Uh, I don’t think he meant it’s full of *people*.’

After a moment’s hesitation, Zou Feng decided not to disturb him.

’What if the man is tempering his willpower or cultivating some special Skill? Reminding him would only be a hindrance.’

After searching for a while longer, he still hadn’t found an empty cabin, but he finally came across one that allowed him to enter and cultivate with its occupants.

There were two male Inner Sect Disciples in this cabin.

They both welcomed Zou Feng to join them for Cultivation.

During his search, Zou Feng had found that the other cabins were either genuinely overcrowded, or the occupants were simply unwilling to let him join.

Since he was welcome here, Zou Feng couldn’t be bothered to search for an empty cabin anymore and went right in.

Upon entering, he saw that the two had cleaned the spartan cabin until it was spotless and had even set out many daily necessities.

’This is...’

’Are they planning on living here?’

Upon asking, he learned that the two had indeed been staying in this cabin on the third floor of the Demon Suppression Tower for over a month.

Strictly speaking, they had chosen to enter seclusion here.

Therefore, they were unaware of the sensational wager that had just taken place outside, nor that the unremarkable-looking disciple before them was the very person who had snuffed out the Reincarnated Sword Emperor.

As for Zou Feng, everything here was acceptable, except for a faint, strange smell that constantly lingered in the air...