I Can Transfer the Side Effects of Evil Skills-Chapter 100 - 98: Asking for Trouble

He left Guangfa Gambling House, and a carriage was already waiting outside for him.

He was a Hall Master of the Black Flood Dragon Gang now, after all. He deserved this kind of fanfare.

His temporary drivers were Liu Chun and Xiong Datian, while Zhao Tianhu rode alongside on horseback.

Inside the carriage, Zou Feng closed his eyes in contemplation.

’Immortal Treasure...’

’I was just worrying about not having better resources to complete the accumulation needed to advance from the Eighth to the Seventh Grade. I never thought a solution would present itself so quickly.’

’After all, it felt unrealistic to hope for more Nine Yang Profound Qi Pills.’

’How could my luck be that good? To discover and wipe out another stronghold of the Ten Directions Sect and kill another one of their Commanders?’

’But I can’t think I’m set just because of this opportunity with the Immortal Treasure.’

Zou Feng was fairly certain he could win the competition—that was practically a given.

This wasn’t because of some blind confidence in his own strength, but because the three opponents participating in the competition were all people he had leverage over.

Rigging it would be all too easy.

It would be harder *not* to win!

But while winning the competition and obtaining the other metal sphere was a sure thing, heaven knew what would actually be inside once it was opened.

Putting aside the question of whether the item inside would even be suitable for him...

The worst-case scenario was that opening it might unleash some kind of danger!

So, as much as Zou Feng coveted the Immortal Treasure, he wouldn’t dare try to open it himself, even if he did advance to the Seventh Grade.

But since Chen Jingsheng was willing to take the risk, Zou Feng certainly had no objections.

As he was pondering these matters, a sudden uproar erupted outside, and the carriage began to shake and jolt.

Zou Feng frowned. ’Don’t tell me there’s another damn assassin?’

’But this is still the Inner City of Yuan Guang County, not far from the Government Office. Who would be so bold as to try and assassinate me on the street?’

Listening to the sounds from outside, Zou Feng quickly realized it wasn’t an assassin, but a near traffic accident...

"Well, well. I was wondering who was putting on such a big show. So it was you?"

Just as Zou Feng lifted the curtain and peeked his head out, he saw a familiar figure opposite him.

Yang Qianqian was riding a white horse, tilting her head as she looked at Zou Feng.

The woman’s face was flushed; she had clearly been drinking heavily.

Galloping on horseback in such a state was obviously drunk riding.

Just a moment ago, Yang Qianqian had been riding so fast she had nearly collided with Zou Feng’s carriage.

Thankfully, Liu Chun had turned the carriage in time. Otherwise, while Yang Qianqian’s skills would have surely kept her safe, the two horses would have undoubtedly suffered.

"Miss Qianqian!"

Zou Feng cupped his fist in a polite gesture and then told Liu Chun to keep moving.

It was best they hadn’t crashed. He wanted nothing more to do with this woman.

However, Yang Qianqian was clearly looking for trouble.

"What’s this, Master Zou? Your carriage nearly hit me, and you’re just going to let it go?!"

She had been in a great mood today.

But at the banquet at noon, she had clearly been looking out for Zhuang Sixuan’s best interests by telling her to join the selection for the Celestial Essence Sword Sect.

In the end, not only was Zhuang Sixuan ungrateful, but they also had a disagreement over it, and things ended on a very unpleasant note.

To make matters worse, she also found out that Zou Feng had been hosting a banquet at the same time to celebrate his promotion to the Eighth Grade and his appointment as Hall Master.

On the surface, Yang Qianqian still professed to look down on people like Zou Feng, who walked an unorthodox path and had no future.

But deep down, she was incredibly irritated. After all, Zou Feng was, for the moment, becoming more and more prominent—the complete opposite of her previous judgment that he would never make it. It was like a slap in the face.

And just a short while ago, she’d had the good fortune to attend an evening banquet with Elite Disciples from the Celestial Essence Sword Sect. She had spent the time chatting and laughing with one of them, drank a good deal of wine, and they had even started addressing each other as senior brother and junior sister.

But now, that good mood had been ruined.

So, fueled by the alcohol, the resentment Yang Qianqian had accumulated over this period naturally burst forth...

Faced with Yang Qianqian’s accusation, before Zou Feng could respond, Zhao Tianhu quickly dismounted and apologized. "Miss Qianqian, my sincerest apologies, but we didn’t actually crash, did we? In my opinion..."

Before Zhao Tianhu could finish, Yang Qianqian shot him a glance and said, "Was I talking to you?"

Chastened, Zhao Tianhu immediately fell silent and scratched his head in resignation.

Having come from the Yang Mansion himself, Zhao Tianhu genuinely wanted to be the peacemaker.

But Yang Qianqian wasn’t having it. In that case, there was nothing to be done. He’d just have to let this naive little girl learn her lesson.

That’s right. In Zhao Tianhu’s eyes, Zou Feng was already leagues ahead of Yang Qianqian in every respect.

Yang Qianqian would most likely be able to join the Celestial Essence Sword Sect, but the problem was, she hadn’t joined yet!

She should at least wait until she was actually a disciple of the Celestial Essence Sword Sect before showing off...

Logically, based on Zou Feng’s public achievements alone after joining the Black Flood Dragon Gang, Yang Qianqian shouldn’t be acting so foolishly...

As for Zou Feng, he was naturally amused by Yang Qianqian’s words.

He had already taught Yang Zhengfei a lesson; he didn’t mind letting Yang Qianqian get a taste of how harsh the world could be, too.

"Well then... Miss Qianqian, what do you propose we do?"

At his words, Yang Qianqian actually leaped from her horse, landed directly in front of Zou Feng’s carriage door, opened it, and sat down opposite him.

"Simple. Just spar with me a little!"

"I heard that after you joined the Black Flood Dragon Gang, your strength skyrocketed. When you wiped out the remnants of the Ten Directions Sect, you killed several opponents of the same realm..."

"I’d really like to see for myself if those unorthodox methods you practice are truly as formidable as they say!"

Faced with this request to be humiliated, Zou Feng was momentarily stunned, then asked with a strange expression, "Are you sure?"

A smile appeared on Yang Qianqian’s face. She said no more, but slowly extended her right hand.

"In that case, forgive me for what I’m about to do!"

Zou Feng smiled too and placed his hand against hers.

In truth, although Yang Qianqian had acted rashly by barging in and demanding a spar, she hadn’t completely lost her wits.

One had to remember that the "Inch Kill" Cultivation Skill, which she had once flaunted before Zou Feng, was perfectly suited for displaying its lethal power within a confined space like a carriage.

But to Zou Feng, Inch Kill was nothing now.

’I’ve been cultivating the Great Compassion Hand for so long, but I haven’t had a chance to use this Skill against anyone yet.’

’So, I’ll use the Red Lotus Palm as a cover to secretly unleash the Great Compassion Hand and see if I can’t turn Yang Qianqian into a dead fish with a single strike.’

The most formidable aspect of the Great Compassion Hand wasn’t blocking Yang Qi or inflicting a hard-to-dispel Cold Poison, but rather, mentally crushing the opponent!

But Zou Feng wasn’t in a hurry to use that move. He was actually quite curious to see how well an opponent like Yang Qianqian, who practiced a Righteous Skill, could hold her own against him.

A moment later, a series of dense and loud PAPAPA sounds echoed from within the carriage.

Passersby who didn’t know any better might have thought some lord in the carriage had suddenly been taken by a whim and was beating his maidservant inside.

Inside the carriage, both Yang Qianqian and Zou Feng remained seated upright, but their hands were a blur, exchanging and countering moves at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

The already cramped space was almost completely filled with the afterimages of fists and palms.