I Can Transfer the Side Effects of Evil Skills

Moreover, the ”tent” looked as if it had been doused with water. He had clearly lost control of his vital essence.

What!?

Nangong Chu was completely stunned. ’Did I just have a public emission in front of several True Disciples and my junior sister?!’

As someone who valued his reputation above all else, his mind went completely blank. He wanted to offer an explanation, but he knew that not even a dip in the Turquoise Pool could wash away this stain.

At the same time, Nangong Chu couldn’t fathom it. Even with his injuries, a cultivator of his strength should not lack this much self-control...

How could he have known? Zou Feng was in the ”Endless Bridal Chamber,” and all the side effects from his Cultivation were being transferred to him.

The ”bride” in the ”Endless Bridal Chamber” possessed an outrageous Charm Power. As long as one’s Realm and strength did not surpass the Judge of the Grand Bridal Sedan, anyone trapped inside would sooner or later fail to resist, become the ”groom,” and consummate the marriage until they were utterly spent.

Fortunately, all such effects were offloaded onto Brother Nangong for his ”enjoyment.”

This was why Nangong Chu had periodically felt that something was wrong with his body. To put it bluntly, while he appeared to be dragging his wounded form in pursuit of the Tribulation Cultivator, his body was, in reality, in the act of ”consummating a marriage.”

Nangong Chu had simply assumed his injuries were causing these physical anomalies, little knowing he had already ”fought” more than a dozen rounds.

”Brother Nangong, your injuries...”

The female True Disciple who first cried out was named Zhang Ruiqin. She had been infatuated with Nangong Chu for a long time, so after her initial shock, she quickly spoke up in an attempt to save his dignity.

She was reminding their peers that Nangong Chu’s predicament was a result of his injuries, not an ill-timed burst of arousal.

By now, Nangong Chu had calmed down. He coughed twice and, frowning, began his analysis. ”The poison that Judge used... to think it would be so bizarre and despicable!”

Blaming his condition on some bizarre poison seemed like a perfectly logical explanation.

However, the dignity he had lost couldn’t be reclaimed just by claiming he had been poisoned.

The others present were struggling desperately to stifle their laughter.

After all, even as Nangong Chu offered his dead-serious analysis, his ”tent” showed no signs of coming down.

As luck would have it, a monkey in a nearby treetop, overwhelmed by the powerful auras of the surrounding Cultivators, began to tremble so violently that it lost its grip on a branch. It plummeted straight down, burying its head in the dirt.

Nangong Chu and the others turned at the sound, only to be greeted by the sight of the monkey’s iconic, heart-shaped red bottom.

The others found the sight amusing, but a bizarre light suddenly entered Nangong Chu’s eyes...

Meanwhile, Zou Feng, inside the Endless Bridal Chamber, once again stood before the ”bride” and engaged her in a fierce battle.

The bridal chamber was constantly evolving, and this time, the bride’s power had skyrocketed to the point where she was evenly matched with Zou Feng.

At the same time, the Charm Power she exuded was so potent it could make a man see any living creature as a peerless beauty.

Fortunately, Zou Feng didn’t have to endure this extreme Charm Power himself.

But for Nangong Chu, who was taking the full brunt of it, the experience was absolute torture.

He was already at full mast when the Charm Power suddenly washed over him like a tsunami, just as he happened to lay eyes on the monkey’s rear end...

”UUUOOOHHH—”

The whites of his eyes showing, Nangong Chu completely lost control and let himself go.

He became a human fountain on the spot, accomplishing the grand feat of ”exploding his pants.”

Zhang Ruiqin, who was closest to him, let out another scream—this one hysterical.

The others could no longer be bothered to hold in their laughter. They scrambled away in a panic to avoid getting caught in the... splash zone.

When the fountain ran dry, a look of utter, hollowed-out exhaustion came over Nangong Chu. Staring blankly at the sky, he felt as if nothing mattered anymore.

For the moment, at least, his cultivator’s heart was on the verge of collapse. The shame of this complete social annihilation made him wish he could just explode on the spot.

It went so far that... Nangong Chu even felt the urge to kill all his peers present, just to preserve his lifelong reputation.

But that was completely unrealistic. Never mind his current injured and ”drained” state; even at his peak, he wouldn’t have been able to kill all of these True Disciples.

So, from this day forward in the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect, ”True Monarch Tianyan” was as good as dead.

The one who remained, barely clinging to life, would only be known as... True Monarch Houyan.

’Heh heh...’ At this thought, Nangong Chu actually let out a laugh.

”Everyone, I’m returning to the Immortal Sect. Farewell!”

After laughing a few times with a dazed, foolish expression, Nangong Chu silently retrieved a new pair of pants from his Storage Pouch, put them on, and then cupped his fists to his peers.

Without another word, he stepped into the air and departed.

’As for continuing the hunt for the Tribulation Cultivator to get his revenge, finding a way to deal with Zou Feng and the death omen he represented, or profiting from the chaos of this tribulation... ’

’None of it mattered anymore.’

’I’m so tired. Just let it all burn...’

Right now, all Nangong Chu wanted was to return to his residence in the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect, lock himself in his meditation chamber, and enter seclusion until he died.

’Hopefully, he would wake up to find it had all been just a nightmare...’

While Nangong Chu was fleeing the ”scene of the crime,” Zou Feng had finally obliterated the ”bride” once more.

This time, however, it was a pyrrhic victory, at least on the surface.

A dozen bloody scratches now adorned Zou Feng’s body, all left by the bride’s incredibly sharp fingernails.

The most troublesome part of fighting the bride in the Endless Bridal Chamber wasn’t her strength, but the constant need to guard against being pinned down and forced into consummation.

These brides were masters of close-quarters joint-locking techniques. The slightest mistake would leave one completely immobilized, after which she would perform the Bow Strong Overlord.

Zou Feng was therefore fighting with great difficulty. And while the side effects were transferred away, the drain on his own energy was very real.

Fortunately, after this difficult victory over the bride, his Cultivation progress for the Tribulation-Indestructible Body took a sudden leap forward.

In that instant, it was like a sudden enlightenment. Zou Feng froze on the spot, a dazed look on his face, as a flood of strange new knowledge poured into his mind.

This state of near-Dementia was no act. It was a natural reaction to the immense backlash he suffered as his Cultivation Skill broke through to a major new Realm.

But to the watching Judge, this scene suggested that she had finally worn Zou Feng down.

Now was the time to reap her reward...

The scene changed again, quickly reforming into a large tomb chamber.

It was a wedding held in a tomb. The guests were all expressionless Impermanences, Ox-headed and Horse-faced guards, and other Cultivators from the Underworld.

They stared in unison at Zou Feng, their eyes glowing with an eerie light as they unleashed a constant, extreme Spiritual Piercing.

Zou Feng clutched his head, finally unable to distinguish between illusion and Truth.

This was no act. The breakthrough of his Tribulation-Indestructible Body was still in progress; he had not yet truly achieved the Unity of Heaven and Man.

For this Skill to advance to the Unity of Heaven and Man, the physical body had to undergo a continuous process of destruction and reconstruction.

Besides, even after achieving the Unity of Heaven and Man, the Tribulation-Indestructible Body’s main advantage was its physical toughness.

When it came to Spiritual Attacks, his opponent was a Golden Core Realm Tribulation Cultivator who specialized in such arts. No matter what, Zou Feng could not avoid being suppressed by someone from a higher Realm.

And the Judge, of course, would not miss this opportunity, with Zou Feng completely exhausted and his mind in a daze.

She seized the chance to unleash her strongest ”Bridal Chamber.” The dagger was drawn; it was time to clash with Zou Feng and see who would end up on top and who would be on the bottom.

On one hand, his body was being constantly destroyed and reconstructed by his Cultivation Skill. On the other, the Underworld ”guests” were assailing him with Spiritual Piercing attacks. If it weren’t for his ”big brother” taking the strain, Zou Feng truly would not have been able to hold on.

The next moment, perhaps sensing the Spiritual Attack had been sufficient, an old crone slowly emerged from among the guests.

Judging by the bowl of bizarrely colored, hot soup in her hands, she was clearly playing the part of the Underworld’s Meng Po.

This Meng Po carried the bowl of soup with great care, walking right up to Zou Feng.

She stopped, then quite naturally raised the bowl to offer it to him.

Under normal circumstances, there was no way Zou Feng would drink such a thing.

Yet at this moment, though he knew he shouldn’t, he found he couldn’t control his own hands. He actually reached out to accept the bowl of soup...