However, based on his observations, Yuan Fang had most likely been hit with a slow-acting poison that wouldn’t take effect anytime soon.

He just didn’t know why the impossibly arrogant Luo Yingning would choose to torment Yuan Fang with a slow-acting poison...

But that was irrelevant. By tonight at the latest, Yuan Fang would almost certainly use Witchcraft to make a move on him.

That night, Zou Feng did not visit Gongsun Jinghong again.

Nor did he let Teng County linger in his room, who had been insisting on sharing a bed with him—platonically.

After all, tonight was the night that the Witchcraft master, Yuan Fang, would suicidally challenge the wielder of the List of Gods.

At the same time, Zou Feng was eager to see for himself just how profound this so-called Witchcraft truly was.

In truth, if he could, Zou Feng would much rather have an ’exchange’ with Luo Yingning.

He craved her body, too.

But his craving was limited to her Poison Skills—a mastery that even he found bizarre and unfathomable.

Back in the Great Yan Dynasty, finding Exotic Poisons useful to him was already next to impossible.

His only option had been to cultivate Human Gu and Demon Beast Gu himself, much like Su Qingyu.

He never imagined that right after arriving in the Eastern Earth Immortal Realm, he’d run into a Poison Cultivator like Luo Yingning, whose abilities he couldn’t even begin to comprehend.

And that was to say nothing of the incredible resources he could obtain once inside the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect.

The mere thought of it made Zou Feng tremble with excitement, absolutely thrilled.

Around 1:00 AM, Zou Feng, who was meditating cross-legged on his bed, slowly opened his eyes.

He felt his heart begin to race, as if it had a mind of its own and wanted to leap right out of his chest.

At the same time, his head grew groggy, and his vision began to double.

Soon after, sharp, needle-like pains began to prick him intermittently all over his body.

Zou Feng stripped off his clothes and saw that small, black dots were appearing on his skin wherever he felt the pricking pain.

As the pricking sensation persisted, the black dots multiplied. He feared it wouldn’t be long before they covered his entire body.

’So this is Witchcraft?’

Zou Feng didn’t feel like he’d been poisoned, which meant it could only be Yuan Fang using Witchcraft, attacking him from a distance.

’I have to admit, Yuan Fang’s Witchcraft is really something.’

’Normally, casting Witchcraft requires a special medium, like a strand of my hair, a piece of my flesh, or an article of clothing I often wear.’

’The problem is, I don’t recall any such medium falling into Yuan Fang’s hands.’

’But it doesn’t matter. It’s enough to just get a feel for this Witchcraft.’

’It might be bizarre, but for a powerful True Qi Realm Martial Artist like me, it’s nothing special.’

He could already alleviate the pain and other abnormal symptoms simply by circulating his True Qi, and with time, he could negate them completely.

So, at the very least, Yuan Fang’s Witchcraft couldn’t possibly kill him in a single night.

The truly nasty part of this Witchcraft was its persistence. If Yuan Fang performed this ritual every night, it would become incredibly vexing, disrupting his rest and Cultivation.

That would degrade his condition, leaving him vulnerable to his enemies.

Yuan Fang probably planned to torment him with Witchcraft for seven days and nights. Then, once his body was weakened, he’d look for a chance to assassinate him.

’Heh. Just petty tricks, in the end.’

’Well then, it’s time to let Yuan Fang experience what it truly means to bear a heavy burden!’

"Xiaolv!"

At his soft call, Xiaolv immediately flew out from under the bed.

The Gu Insect knew its place. After arriving in the Eastern Earth Immortal Realm, it had become timid as could be.

It clearly knew the Flying Ship was teeming with masters and that mortal danger lurked outside, so it never wandered off.

It would either burrow into Zou Feng’s clothes or hide in his room, never going outside.

Since their arrival in the Eastern Earth Immortal Realm, thanks to the abundant Spiritual Qi, Xiaolv had begun to show visible signs of evolution.

Naturally, its venom had also grown stronger and changed.

This was the perfect opportunity to try cultivating the Five Poison Holy Lotus Skill.

"Go on, pierce it!"

Zou Feng pressed his palms together and held them out to Xiaolv.

Although Xiaolv understood what Zou Feng wanted, it hesitated for a moment out of reverence for its master.

"I said, pierce me!"

Urged on, Xiaolv finally revealed its Poison Hook, piercing it through the back of one of Zou Feng’s hands and out through the back of the other.

At the same time, the glistening green Exotic Poison from the hook slowly seeped into Zou Feng’s hands.

Even though Zou Feng had already switched the top spot on his list to Yuan Fang, he still felt an urge to gasp from the pain.

’Xiaolv’s venom, nourished by the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, really packs a bigger punch now.’

’I wonder what kind of effect this will have on Yuan Fang when he takes the hit.’ 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

No longer dwelling on it, Zou Feng focused on cultivating the Five Poison Holy Lotus Skill.

Brilliant True Qi Lotuses bloomed one after another throughout the room...

「Meanwhile, in Yuan Fang’s room.」

Yuan Fang was currently wielding a Small Iron Hammer, repeatedly striking a Broken Puppet.

The Broken Puppet’s facial features were crude and indistinct, but a closer look revealed a faint resemblance to Zou Feng.

The puppet’s body was riddled with tiny nails, and Yuan Fang hammered away relentlessly, driving them deeper.

Yuan Fang’s face was twisted in a savage, ecstatic grin.

He seemed to be fantasizing about tormenting Zou Feng to death, after which he would enjoy Gongsun Jinghong in thirty-six different positions.

’Or maybe I don’t have to wait until he’s dead.’

’Once he feels his body failing day by day, once he experiences that torment worse than death, all I’ll need to do is give a little hint. Zou Feng will probably deliver that woman to me himself.’

’And when that time comes, I’ll make him watch...’

The more Yuan Fang thought about it, the more excited he became, so much so that he felt like performing one of his tribe’s ritual dances.