I Can Transfer the Side Effects of Evil Skills-Chapter 113 - 111: Guardian of the Ten Directions Sect
While Zou Feng and his two companions were enjoying wine and music in high spirits, a certain residence in the Outer City District of Yuan Guang County was a scene of cold desolation.
A young man dressed as a porter sat alone in the courtyard, drinking tea.
On his forehead was a rune of unknown meaning, faintly visible in the moonlight.
A moment later, a door opened.
"Protector Fang, Ji Commander... I’m afraid he’s not going to make it..."
Hearing his subordinate’s report, Fang Jingchuan stood up and strode into the room.
Inside the bedroom, Ji Changsheng was being pinned to the floor by several Ten Directions Cultists.
He struggled desperately, his expression shifting violently. One moment he was uncontrollably furious, the next he looked as if he had been starved for three days and wanted to take a bite out of anything in sight...
What disturbed the Ten Directions Cultists most was that Ji Changsheng was also screaming utter nonsense, saying things that made them lose all composure.
He insisted that the Ten Directions Divine King was actually a beautiful woman in disguise, and that he had fallen deeply in love with this "Ten Directions Goddess."
As he spoke, he even attempted to desecrate the statue of the Ten Directions Divine King that was placed in the room.
When Fang Jingchuan entered, Ji Changsheng was not wearing any pants.
Seeing this, Fang Jingchuan’s expression darkened. He had already made a decision.
"All of you, get out!" he ordered.
Upon hearing the order, the cultists immediately let go of Ji Changsheng and quickly retreated, as if a great weight had been lifted from them.
These cultists all believed that Ji Changsheng had most likely Fallen into Demon in the most severe way and was beyond saving.
Suddenly released from being pinned to the floor, Ji Changsheng immediately leaped up and lunged toward the statue of the Ten Directions Divine King once more.
Fang Jingchuan frowned and kicked Ji Changsheng into the wall.
With a THUD, Ji Changsheng slammed into the wall and became embedded in it, unable to move.
Although Ji Changsheng had been suffering from frequent strange illnesses and had now Fallen into Demon, leaving his body extremely weak, he was still a Seventh Grade Expert.
Yet now, a single, casual kick from Fang Jingchuan had left him immobilized and on the brink of death...
The very fact that he held the position of "Guardian" in the Ten Directions Sect was proof that Fang Jingchuan was of the Sixth Grade Gang Qi Realm.
Fang Jingchuan stared at the dying, whimpering Ji Changsheng for a moment before strolling forward.
He then reached out and placed his hand on Ji Changsheng’s forehead.
"Go in peace. I shall carry on your legacy!"
Before his voice had even faded, a vortex of Gang Qi formed on Fang Jingchuan’s palm and began to continuously suck out Ji Changsheng’s Inner Qi.
He was actually absorbing Ji Changsheng’s Inner Qi.
While absorbing the Inner Qi, the rune on Fang Jingchuan’s forehead was no longer faint. It turned a bright, blood-red and became clearly visible.
Once the rune became clear, it instantly emitted a mesmerizing aura. Anyone who laid eyes on it would be inexplicably captivated, unable to look away.
Upon closer inspection, one would find a similar rune on Ji Changsheng’s chest.
However, as his Inner Qi was completely drained, the rune on his chest rapidly vanished.
Ji Changsheng’s head then tilted to one side, his life force completely extinguished.
As for Fang Jingchuan, he looked as if he had just consumed a powerful tonic, letting out a long, contented sigh.
But a moment later, he was struck by an inexplicable and unbearable dizziness.
And the nearby statue of the Ten Directions Divine King, the one Ji Changsheng had nearly desecrated, now gave Fang Jingchuan an unprecedented feeling.
’The more I look at this divine statue, the more I feel the Ten Directions Divine King has such delicate features, so beautiful I could just...’
’Wrong!’
Fang Jingchuan instantly snapped to his senses, hastily circulating his Heart Skill to purge the distracting thoughts.
He truly had not expected Ji Changsheng’s Inner Qi to have become so perverse.
In the past, Fang Jingchuan had also absorbed the qi of other cultists who had Fallen into Demon.
But the perversity of their Inner Qi was nothing compared to Ji Changsheng’s.
Even while Visualizing the Divine King Dharma Aspect, he still felt he was on the verge of losing control.
Left with no choice, Fang Jingchuan had to abandon inheriting Ji Changsheng’s "legacy." Instead, as if casting out a plague god, he used all his strength to expel the Inner Qi he had just absorbed.
POOOOF—
Dropping into a Horse Stance, Fang Jingchuan exhaled sharply and, with an incredibly loud fart, expelled the utterly perverse Inner Qi.
Such was the power of this fart that it ripped a large hole in his pants.
If used as a surprise attack, this move would surely have a miraculous effect on the enemy.
’Could it be? Ji Changsheng hadn’t Fallen into Demon, but was instead the victim of some kind of Evil Skill?’
’However, according to the Dharma King’s calculations, a rare treasure is about to appear...’
’Forget it. I absolutely cannot afford any complications right now!’
Fang Jingchuan initially wanted to investigate what kind of Evil Skill had afflicted Ji Changsheng. But he had laid low here for so long, and with this crucial moment finally at hand, he truly could not afford the slightest mistake.
Thus, he temporarily abandoned the idea of investigating and summoned the cultists from outside, instructing them to dispose of Ji Changsheng’s body properly.
The cultists who entered the room were dying to ask why Protector Fang was wearing split-crotch pants at his age, but ultimately, they all silently chose to pretend they hadn’t seen a thing.
「Meanwhile, at the Furong Pavilion.」 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
Zou Feng drank the Spirit Wine that Chen Jingsheng had spared no expense to buy, practicing his Drunken Immortal Moon Gazing Step as he danced with his sword under the moon.
He didn’t actually know any Sword Skill, nor was he drunk and cutting loose to liven things up.
Rather, it was to better practice his Cultivation of the Drunken Immortal Moon Gazing Step. He couldn’t do that just by sitting still. He needed an excuse to move about as if drunk, swaying and staggering this way and that.
But as he staggered about to the sound of Wang Xingjian and Chen Jingsheng’s laughter, Zou Feng suddenly felt genuinely dizzy!
The circulation of his Drunken Immortal Moon Gazing Step immediately went awry. Zou Feng stumbled, lost his footing, and fell out of the pavilion into the water below.
His embarrassing plight made even the distant Liu Xian’Er, who had been concentrating solely on playing her zither, burst into a laugh that sounded like a clanging barbell.
Having fallen into the water, Zou Feng immediately understood why.
He had just been drinking a lot of Spirit Wine and was concentrating intently on his Cultivation of the Drunken Immortal Moon Gazing Step.
The reason had to be that his "number one patron" was suddenly gone, leaving no one to bear the side effects for him.
The side effects weren’t being transferred, which broke the cultivation rhythm Zou Feng was used to. That’s why he was caught off guard and took a tumble.
Fortunately, with his current strength, all his discomfort vanished the moment he stopped the Cultivation.
’That’s not right. Judging from the brightness of Ji Changsheng’s name on the List of Gods, he should have been able to last a while longer...’
’Was he killed?’
Zou Feng took advantage of his time in the water to open the List of Gods.
In the spot for his number one patron, Ji Changsheng’s name had, as expected, disappeared.
Knowing it was pointless to guess the reason, Zou Feng had no choice but to promote the Poison Cultivator, Li Li, to the number one spot.
It wasn’t that he planned to continue his Cultivation right away; he just felt uneasy when the number one spot was empty.
"Brother, are you alright?"
"Hurry and get up! Don’t hurt the koi in the pond!" Wang Xingjian’s anxious voice called out.
Only then did Zou Feng pretend that the dip in the water had sobered him up.
He got up, leaped back into the pavilion, and said with embarrassment, "My apologies, my apologies. I had a bit too much to drink..."
Chen Jingsheng waved his hand dismissively. "It’s nothing. Tonight was meant for us brothers to relax, so that we can better..."
"But remember, after tonight, you must be on high alert and avoid any unnecessary complications!"
Chen Jingsheng was cautious enough that even with only three Maids in the pavilion and Liu Xian’Er’s boat seventy or eighty feet away, he wouldn’t mention words like "the competition."
Wang Xingjian chimed in, "That’s right, we have to enjoy ourselves to the fullest tonight. Speaking of which, Brother, you’ve got some real skill. You made Miss Xian’Er laugh with just a little trick..."
Hearing this, Zou Feng turned his head to look at Liu Xian’Er.
By now, the courtesan had suppressed her laughter. Seeing Zou Feng look over, she immediately began to feign reservation, smiling demurely as she played her zither.
Of course, Zou Feng wasn’t going to feel proud of himself just for making a courtesan laugh.
Nor would he get conceited, thinking he had actually won the courtesan’s favor.
To think so would be rather pathetic, and an insult to his dignity as a "cheater."
It wasn’t that he thought he was all that great, but he was, after all, about to become a gang leader in Yuan Guang County and would soon embark on the Immortal Path. Why would he deliberately try to curry favor with a courtesan from a brothel?
Besides, for now, this courtesan was for looking only, not for touching—utterly useless.
Seeing Zou Feng sizing up Liu Xian’Er again, Wang Xingjian misunderstood and couldn’t help but ask, "Brother, what would you rate this Liu Xian’Er?"
Zou Feng answered without hesitation, "Does she sleep with you? If she does, a perfect score. If she doesn’t, zero."
This response completely stumped Wang Xingjian.
Chen Jingsheng, on the other hand, clapped his hands in approval. "Well said! Come, let me toast to you!"
Not long after, Liu Xian’Er’s performance came to an end.
The woman never once entered the pavilion. Even as she left, she merely stood at the bow of her boat and toasted the three of them from a distance.
Zou Feng understood these methods the Furong Pavilion used to raise the courtesan’s prestige. After all, there were plenty of scholars and poets who enjoyed this sort of high-and-mighty act.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t one of them.
To be fair, even someone like Zou Feng, who had no ear for music, had to admit that the piece the woman had just played was truly beautiful.
But to spend so much money just for something that sounded nice... Zou Feng considered himself a crude man and felt it wasn’t worth it.
He’d rather listen to a song like "Eighteen Touches"—just as pleasant to the ear, and a lot more fun.
If he had the chance to return in the future with a higher status, Liu Xian’Er’s attitude would most likely be completely different.
Once Liu Xian’Er had left, their "pre-battle pep rally" drew to a close.
"My two brothers, if you wish to stay the night, please make yourselves at home. Everything has been arranged!" As he spoke, Chen Jingsheng stood up and wrapped his arm around the Maid who was pouring his wine.
While the courtesan was for looking only, the three Maids in the pavilion were also hand-picked beauties, their fees already included in the price of the expensive wine.
The Furong Pavilion was, at the end of the day, still a brothel. It couldn’t very well send its worked-up guests away after only letting them look.
But Zou Feng had just lost his most steadfast number one patron, Ji Changsheng, and he really wasn’t in the mood.
"Master Chen, if I hadn’t just seen Liu Xian’Er, it might be one thing. But with Xian’Er as a point of comparison, I think I’ll pass on staying the night..." This was also the truth. After all, comparison is the thief of joy.
Wang Xingjian, however, was still staring at the koi. "I’ll just take a quick dip in the pond later," he said. "No need to stay the night."
