I Can Transfer the Side Effects of Evil Skills

Realizing the enemy was just using Corpse Puppets to test the waters, Zou Feng immediately sent a telepathic message, relaying the situation to Su Qingyu.

”Palace Master, in a moment, you’ll engage these two Corpse Puppets for a bit. But don’t forget to keep releasing your foot odor. Once that scoundrel hiding in the shadows reveals a flaw, I’ll...”

”It’s not foot odor, it’s a fragrance!” Su Qingyu corrected him sharply.

”Right, right, a fragrance. It’s a fragrance... Here they come!”

With that, Zou Feng said no more and quickly disappeared into the bushes.

He was clearly planning to continue using Su Qingyu as bait to lure out the real prize.

Otherwise, just killing the Corpse Puppets would be completely useless. It would only spook the target and allow the hidden Poison Cultivator to escape.

Seeing the Corpse Puppets drawing closer, Su Qingyu snorted coldly and took the initiative, revealing herself and unleashing hundreds of ”golden needles.”

These so-called ”golden needles” were actually Su Qingyu’s Spiritual Artifact, the ”Soul-Splitting Needles.”

Combined with her Poison Technique, they were incredibly unpredictable and extremely difficult to defend against.

However, although Su Qingyu had made her move, she hadn’t forgotten that the real prize had yet to appear. So, she only feigned a struggle with the two Corpse Puppets, with no intention of defeating them quickly.

At the same time, she moved with graceful, dance-like steps, continuously releasing her foot odor.

Before long, a faint, fresh fragrance filled the air for several miles around.

However, the Poison Cultivator hidden in the shadows still managed to control himself and didn’t rush to appear.

Zou Feng was equally patient. He had been observing for a long time. The enemy’s Concealment Skill was so brilliant that even after all this time, he still hadn’t been able to locate them.

”AHHH—”

A pained cry rang out. Su Qingyu’s acting was superb; she pretended to be struck by one of the Corpse Puppet’s attacks and was sent flying backward.

Logically, although these two Corpse Puppets were strong, they shouldn’t have been able to injure a Dao Foundation Realm Cultivator so easily.

But Su Qingyu had been deliberately creating the impression that something was wrong with her body—that she was already in a terrible state, struggling to suppress the rampaging poison within her.

For a typical Poison Cultivator, situations like this weren’t uncommon, happening a few times a month.

Furthermore, the direction she was sent flying was also very deliberate, aimed precisely where she believed the ”big fish” was most likely hiding.

And as she flew backward, Su Qingyu acted as if her injuries made her lose control of her own poison, causing a toxic fragrance to surge from her entire body.

This whole performance finally caused the hidden Poison Cultivator, who was already unbearably tempted, to be provoked into losing all reason.

On the trunk of a nearby tree, space distorted, and a man in a pure white robe emerged.

The man’s face was savage, his eyes locked onto Su Qingyu as he lunged forward in a complete frenzy.

His speed was incredible, like a flash of white light that vanished in an instant.

When he reappeared, his utterly savage face was just a step away from Su Qingyu.

Such speed greatly surprised even Su Qingyu, who had been on guard.

However, although this white-robed man was in the Dao Foundation Realm, his mental state was clearly unstable. It fit the stereotype of chaotic rogue cultivators perfectly—prone to losing control at any moment.

The next moment, the white-robed man opened his cavernous mouth, the corners of his lips ripping open all the way to his ears.

A bite like that could swallow even the biggest of feet.

However, despite the white-robed man’s incredible speed, Zou Feng, who had been waiting for him to appear, used the Burst from his Spider Stance to flash behind him, striking first despite moving second.

Then he executed his long-unused move, Strong Man Locking Man, and wrapped his arm around the white-robed man’s neck.

The white-robed man shrieked, feeling as if his neck was about to be snapped.

’I’ve fallen into a trap!’

’I shouldn’t have been so irrational. Even when I attacked, I should have been on guard for hidden dangers.’

’But the problem was, those legs were just too fragrant! I was so completely captivated, I just couldn’t resist.’

Though shocked and regretful, the captured white-robed man didn’t forget to command his two Corpse Puppets to rush to his aid.

Unfortunately for him, how could the Skill Su Qingyu had just unleashed with her Soul-Splitting Needles be useless?

All Su Qingyu had to do was silently recite the Technique, and the two Corpse Puppets, which had already been hit, were frozen in place.

When struck by a Soul-Splitting Needle, there seemed to be no serious injury at first. However, the needle would begin to absorb the target’s Spiritual Qi, flesh, and blood, continuously splitting and multiplying into more Soul-Splitting Needles...

Thus, the two Corpse Puppets were completely ”pinned down,” losing all ability to move.

”Let... let go...”

”I am an ’Impermanence’ of the Underworld! You... how dare you...”

With no support coming and seeing his Corpse Puppets immobilized out of the corner of his eye, the white-robed man finally panicked.

It wasn’t that he had no other tricks up his sleeve. But while being choked by Zou Feng, ”Lotuses” began to burst forth from within his body. He had clearly been poisoned, so how could he possibly use any of his Poison Techniques?

’Impermanence?’

Zou Feng already knew, of course, that ”Impermanence” in the Yama Underworld wasn’t a specific person, but a title.

Only disciples at the Dao Foundation Realm could hold this position.

And once a being of the Impermanence level was killed, the perpetrator would be marked and subsequently face the frenzied retaliation of the Yama Underworld.

Unfortunately for his foe, Zou Feng was a Core Disciple of the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect; his relationship with the Yama Underworld was already a fight to the death.

Furthermore, he was currently stationed at the Celestial Hearing Tower and had no idea how many ”Impermanences” he would have to deal with in the future. Why would he be afraid of being marked?

”Forget you being an ’Impermanence’—even if your King Yan himself showed up, I’d still take him down all the same!”

With a savage laugh, a toxic flame erupted around Zou Feng as he used all his strength to execute ”Poisonous Bite.”