I Can Transfer the Side Effects of Evil Skills-Chapter 217 - 167: Celestial Flying Immortal
Zou Feng hadn’t had a dream in a long time.
Since his body was free of any latent dangers from practicing Evil Skills, his sleep quality was excellent.
Even if he only slept for two hours a day, he could completely recover from all his fatigue.
However, having chosen not to transfer away the intoxication from the Wangchuan Road this time, he drifted into a dream, a very rare occurrence for him.
For the most part, dreams are nonsensical.
Zou Feng’s current dream was no exception.
He dreamed he was chasing a crescent moon.
Although the crescent moon seemed to be within his grasp, he was always just shy of being able to touch it.
Zou Feng was actually aware he was dreaming, and while he found the act of chasing the moon ridiculous, he simply couldn’t stop.
However, Zou Feng quickly came to terms with it. ’It’s just a dream, so who cares if it’s ridiculous? Maybe I can actually catch the "moon,"’ he thought.
Once he stopped resisting the absurd act, all sorts of obstacles began to materialize from thin air on the ground and around him, as if to prevent Zou Feng from catching up to the "moon."
Seeing this, Zou Feng naturally unleashed his Body Skill, dodging them as best he could.
He had an instinct that while being blocked by these obstacles wouldn’t truly injure him, he would fall further and further away from the moon.
If he couldn’t catch the moon, he would likely remain trapped in the dream until the effects of the Wangchuan Road completely wore off.
The obstacles included spikes jutting from the ground and thorns lashing down from the sky...
Before long, all manner of blades and hidden weapons began flying toward him.
Finally, human phantoms began to appear, executing various Martial Dao techniques to halt Zou Feng’s advance.
Upon closer inspection, Zou Feng was certain that these were the Cultivation Skill techniques of opponents he had fought in the past.
Of course, this was perfectly normal. One of the effects of Wangchuan Road was that it allowed the drinker to recall details from long ago.
This meant the dream was an even more incredible space for Cultivation than the Illusion Realm created by a Celestial Eye Cloud Pattern Deer.
As the saying goes, one dreams at night of what one thinks of by day. Lately, Zou Feng had been focused on how to advance his Drunken Immortal Moon Gazing Step to the Peak of Perfection as quickly as possible.
Thus, under the wondrous influence of the Wangchuan Road, falling into such a dream was only natural.
And so, Zou Feng chased the crescent moon, pushing his Drunken Immortal Moon Gazing Step to its absolute limit.
One of the benefits of being in a dream was that there was no fear of injury.
This allowed Zou Feng to execute every evasive maneuver with unhurried perfection.
He could even review and adjust his movements on the spot.
Another advantage, one that couldn’t be ignored, was that he felt no physical fatigue in the dream.
This meant that he could sustain this incredibly high-intensity training, which would normally be impossible to maintain for long, for as long as he wanted.
This Cultivation within a dream, he suspected, was the true purpose of Wangchuan Road.
But why, then, did it seem that Murong Yunhai didn’t use this wine for Cultivation?
Zou Feng quickly analyzed two possibilities.
Either Murong Yunhai didn’t use the wine for Cultivation because he didn’t know its true purpose, or... more likely, his Realm wasn’t high enough.
Wangchuan Road was, after all, a treasure within the circles of High Grade Martial Artists.
Whether it was Murong Yunhai or his father, Murong Yuan, if they drank even a little too much of this wine, they would immediately fall into a deep sleep, without even the chance to enter a dream.
Although Zou Feng was only a Sixth Grade Martial Artist, he happened to practice the Drunken Immortal Moon Gazing Step, a Cultivation Skill that required alcohol as a supplement.
Since he began cultivating this Skill, he would drink excessively whenever he had the chance, even downing a large jar of Evil Eye Soaked Wine—a concoction that should never have been drunk in the first place.
Although he transferred away the side effects of intoxication, Zou Feng’s tolerance for alcohol and his body’s resistance to its kick had long reached an absurd level.
In short, by a stroke of luck, he had accidentally obtained a method of Cultivation likely only usable by certain High Grade Martial Artists.
In the dream, the concept of time was equally vague. Zou Feng had no idea how long he had been practicing.
He only knew that his understanding of the Drunken Immortal Moon Gazing Step was growing ever deeper, to the point where he was even beginning to formulate a way to improve the Skill.
After all, if he didn’t improve it, Zou Feng felt that no matter how long he tried, he would probably never catch that crescent moon...
「Outside the dream.」
Murong Yunhai was anxiously chasing after something.
But even though he was giving it his all, the distance between him and his target only grew wider.
A short while ago, he had clearly advised against drinking too much at once, but Zou Feng had downed the entire jug anyway.
Seeing Zou Feng drunkenly collapse, Murong Yunhai had prepared for the possibility that he would be asleep for three days and three nights.
He immediately ordered his men to carry Zou Feng to a guest room and see to his needs.
But just as a few Guards were about to help Zou Feng up, he suddenly sprang to his feet, his Body Skill looking utterly bizarre.
Murong Yunhai first thought Zou Feng had been inexplicably startled awake, but a closer look revealed that he didn’t seem to be conscious at all.
’Sleepwalking!?’
With this guess in mind, Murong Yunhai decided to step forward and personally guide Zou Feng to the guest room.
But when he reached out, his hand grasped at empty air.
This, however, stoked Murong Yunhai’s competitive spirit. He immediately used his own Body Skill and got serious.
Yet no matter what he tried, even using a Burst of Gang Qi to increase his speed, he couldn’t even touch the corner of Zou Feng’s sleeve.
’What in the world?’
Murong Yunhai wasn’t one to give up easily. After swallowing a few Elixirs, he rolled up his sleeves and continued to contend with the sleepwalking Zou Feng.







