Chapter 404: Chapter 260: Simply Can’t Stop

The moment the thought surfaced, he found himself actually jumping.

His dance moves were wilder than ever, and his mood grew increasingly euphoric. He was on an incredible high.

He couldn’t even be bothered to swing his hammer and nail things anymore. All he wanted was to let loose and perform the most magnificent dance of his life.

Yuan Fang, lost in this addiction to the art of dance, even wanted to return to his tribe and challenge its best shamanic dancers to a dance-off.

In his current state, he would absolutely win. He would become the dance king of the entire tribe.

Awesome!

At this thought, Yuan Fang danced with even more fervor, completely lost in the ecstasy of his art.

Before long, a sharp CRACK rang out.

"Huh!?"

Yuan Fang looked down at his unnaturally twisted right arm and finally realized... it was dislocated!

He immediately tried to stop, but it was useless.

The peak-level euphoria seemed to have destroyed his reason and taken over his body, leaving him completely out of control.

With a BANG, he burst through the door and danced his way outside.

He then danced wildly all the way to the ship’s bow deck.

It was spacious enough for him to let loose completely.

There were already people on deck, enjoying the night breeze and taking a stroll.

Joined by others who heard the commotion and came out of their rooms to investigate, the crowd watching Yuan Fang gradually grew.

At first, the spectators were just enjoying the show, hooting and hollering, even applauding for Yuan Fang.

But soon, they realized something was wrong.

Yuan Fang had clearly dislocated several joints, yet he continued to dance with frantic energy.

It was as if he intended to burn himself out with this one dance, to take a glorious final bow.

"What’s wrong with this guy!?"

"He must have taken a bad Elixir..."

"He’s a goner. The guy’s dancing himself to death!"

As the crowd murmured, Chen Zifan rushed to the scene.

Chen Zifan was already seething with rage from his encounter with Luo Yingning earlier that day, and now he was absolutely livid.

So when he heard the commotion, he assumed someone was starting a fight and rushed over, radiating killing intent.

But what he found was someone in the middle of a bizarre, frantic dance.

Chen Zifan knew a little about Yuan Fang’s tribe and recognized it as a ritualistic dance.

The problem was, ritualistic dances weren’t supposed to make people dislocate their joints.

And the expression on Yuan Fang’s face was all wrong.

"What do you think you’re doing? Stop it!"

Chen Zifan’s roar contained a strange power that actually managed to snap Yuan Fang into a moment of clarity.

But while his mind cleared for a moment, his body kept dancing uncontrollably.

Yuan Fang looked at Chen Zifan, his face a mask of misery, and cried, "Venerable Immortal... save me..."

"I... I... can’t stop!"

Chen Zifan’s brow furrowed. He shot forward, preparing to stop Yuan Fang by force.

But just then, Yuan Fang’s dance reached its most violent climax.

His neck twisted a full seven hundred and twenty degrees.

His back had been facing the approaching Chen Zifan, but now his head had twisted around to face him.

Yuan Fang’s eyes were wide, but with his neck twisted like that, he was clearly beyond saving.

Watching Yuan Fang’s body go limp, Chen Zifan’s rage boiled over.

Another prospect had died right in front of him. It was a complete humiliation.

"Who... did... this!?"

Chen Zifan asked slowly, his voice low as he enunciated every word.

He turned and swept his glare fiercely across the crowd of onlookers.

Terrified by his gaze, most of the crowd lowered their heads and fell silent.

Fortunately, Chen Zifan hadn’t completely lost his reason. In his heart, he already had a suspect.

Who else could it be but Luo Yingning, the very woman Yuan Fang had been harassing?

Right now, she was the only one who would dare to kill someone so brazenly on the Flying Celestial Ship, all thanks to her innate Spirit Bone.

The problem was, there was truly nothing Chen Zifan could do about her. He could only endure it...

Meanwhile, Xiaolv retracted its Poison Hook. Zou Feng changed his hand seals and slowly ceased his cultivation.

As he did, a massive Lotus materialized in the room, filling the air with an exotic fragrance.

"Five Poison Holy Lotus Skill (Extraordinary to Saint) Progress: 18%"

This single Cultivation session had increased his progress by a full six percentage points, which was excellent.

But Zou Feng also knew that he would build up a tolerance each time he used Xiaolv’s poison.

The next time he cultivated with its poison, the results wouldn’t be nearly as good.

Not unless Xiaolv’s poison evolved again.

Of course, Zou Feng was unaware that at the very moment his Five Poison Holy Lotus Skill made great progress, Luo Yingning snapped her eyes open in a nearby room.

The earlier commotion caused by Yuan Fang hadn’t elicited the slightest reaction from Luo Yingning.

But the instant Zou Feng ceased his cultivation, she distinctly sensed something.

The next moment, Luo Yingning was on her feet and out of the room.

She unerringly located Zou Feng’s room and stopped at his door.

"Open the door," she said coldly, her tone an order.

Hearing the voice so suddenly, Zou Feng was completely stunned.

It wasn’t Teng County, Gongsun Jinghong, or Su Qingyu.

’What kind of proper lady, for crying out loud, shows up in the dead of night and tells a virile, hot-blooded young man like me to open the door?’

But then he recognized the somewhat familiar voice. ’Could it be...?’

"Who is it?" Zou Feng asked, though he already knew who it was. The whole situation felt bizarre.

Luo Yingning replied, "Who I am isn’t important. I just feel that your Poison Skill is quite impressive, and I intend to grant you a great opportunity!"

An opportunity!?

Zou Feng almost laughed out loud.

For Martial Artists like them, just reaching the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect safely was the greatest opportunity they could ask for. Anything else was just gilding the lily.

Of course, among Poison Cultivators, there was indeed one kind of "opportunity": to perform Refinement on another to strengthen one’s own Poison Skill.

So, Luo Yingning’s purpose for coming here was glaringly obvious.

She had just sensed that his Poison Skill was also formidable, and it had piqued her interest.

’Judging by her past behavior, she’s definitely not here out of some mutual respect between powerful Poison Cultivators, looking to make a new friend.’

’And it’s even less likely that she’s here because I’m as handsome as a Greek god and she wants to... get to know me better.’

’No, she has malicious intent.’

’The moment I open this door, she’ll probably strike, capture me, and perform Refinement on me in an instant.’

’After all, I’ve never seen her poison, and she’s never seen my Exotic Poison.’

’That alone is enough to pique her interest and make her want to perform Refinement on me immediately.’

Luo Yingning might seem wild and incredibly arrogant, but her arrogance wasn’t mindless.

She only dared to act so brazenly because she knew Chen Zifan couldn’t touch her.

They were still outside the Immortal Sect, so rules could be bent for now. But once they officially entered the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect, things would be different.

Zou Feng had occasionally spoken with others on the Flying Celestial Ship during the journey, so he had a rough understanding of the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect.

In short, it was absolutely forbidden for disciples of the same sect to fight one another, unless both parties consented.

As for determining consent, the Immortal Sect had its own Sect’s Treasure to act as a witness.

That’s why Luo Yingning was so eager to strike the moment she sensed a "tasty meal."

After all, once she reached the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect, she wouldn’t be able to act so wantonly.

"No thanks. Please leave," Zou Feng refused flatly. He’d have to be an idiot to open that door.

"...I mean you no harm. Are you, a grown man, really afraid to open the door for a weak little woman like me in the middle of the night?" Luo Yingning sneered.

’A weak little woman?’

Zou Feng was speechless. This woman had immense Talent and power. More importantly, she was ruthless, decisive, and never missed a single opportunity to grow stronger.

’She’s more suited to being an Evil Cultivator than I am.’

"Cut the crap. Please leave!"

Outside the door, Luo Yingning fell silent for a moment before letting out a grating cackle.

"Interesting. You can’t possibly hide in your room forever, can you?"

’I just have to hide until we get to the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect,’ Zou Feng thought.

But he couldn’t be bothered to get into a war of words with Luo Yingning, so he said nothing more.

The sound of footsteps receded. Given her status, Luo Yingning naturally wouldn’t stand there guarding his door forever.

Luo Yingning had her own ways of getting Zou Feng to come out.

All she had to do was find out who on the ship he was closest to.