Zou Feng wandered through the labyrinthine tunnels of the Silk Cave, searching for a relatively safe place to begin the Refinement of the Third Grade Martial Artist’s Corpse Poison.

But things didn’t go as planned.

The reason was simple: many of the Celestial Essence Sword Sect’s disciples were incredibly stubborn. They all knew the mountain was full of tigers, yet insisted on walking straight into the den.

As Zou Feng made his way through, he roughly estimated that there were even more Sword Sect disciples attacking the Silk Cave than there had been at Hundred-legged Ridge.

And the vast majority of them were male.

Normally, sending female disciples would have been the logical choice, as they would be less susceptible to the various seductive poisons of the Silk Cave.

This just proved that even the Celestial Essence Sword Sect was full of those with wavering convictions, people who insisted on stirring up trouble and testing their own weaknesses.

These Sword Sect disciples had quite a fantasy cooked up in their minds.

They had all heard that the Female Demons of the Silk Cave were bewitching beauties, capable of stealing a man’s very soul, and they were eager to experience it for themselves.

The plan was to have their fun, then pull out, show no mercy, and finally draw their swords to slay the demons.

Unfortunately, anyone who thought they could maintain control—or their sanity after the fact—was being hopelessly naive.

Even Zou Feng didn’t dare get too familiar with these female spiders; he had to leave the Silk Cave periodically just to cool off. That alone showed how potent the Silk Binding Love Gu truly was.

As a result, the fate of those reckless fools who wanted to test their "weaknesses" was unlikely to be a pleasant one.

Zou Feng, however, was getting thoroughly annoyed by Sword Sect disciples popping up at every turn. Since he didn’t dare venture into the forbidden areas, he decided to just start killing.

’If there’s no quiet place,’ he thought, ’I’ll just have to kill my way to one!’

It had to be said, the Silk Cave was practically Zou Feng’s home turf.

He used the Spider Stance to lie in wait, launching sneak attacks from treacherous positions like corners and cave ceilings. His ambushes were lethally precise. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Sometimes, when he encountered a female disciple from the Silk Cave, she would cooperate with him in perfect, unspoken sync, communicating only with her eyes.

It was like a classic honey trap. The female disciple would pose seductively, and Zou Feng would hide nearby, waiting to deliver the knockout blow.

In this way, the number of Sword Sect disciples, who had been rampaging through the Silk Cave in great numbers, began to dwindle rapidly.

The full power of Zou Feng’s Evil Skill was always most vividly displayed through sneak attacks and dirty tricks.

Since he hadn’t yet run into any Third Grade Sword Cultivators, Zou Feng’s teamwork with the women of the Silk Cave made him an unstoppable force.

The Sword Sect disciples they targeted either died without knowing what hit them, or came to their senses only to find themselves bound tightly in spiderwebs in extremely indecent positions.

Then, they could only watch helplessly as several ravenous Female Demons crawled toward them with sinister smirks...

Before long, the clamor from the Sword Sect disciples who had charged into the Silk Cave, vowing to slay demons, gradually died down.

Only a few disciples who realized something was wrong remained. They quickly formed groups, watching each other’s backs and trying to escape the demonic labyrinth.

As the saying goes, one shouldn’t pursue a desperate foe. Zou Feng, of course, had no intention of chasing them down.

The Silk Cave’s three prodigies, who were on the verge of breaking through to the True Qi Realm, benefited the most from this great victory.

Zou Feng had even met one of them and teamed up with her, taking down several Fourth Grade disciples with their dirty tricks.

After each successful ambush, they split the spoils fifty-fifty.

She took her half to "fly her kites," and Zou Feng used his half for the Refinement of his Corpse Poison.

If all went according to plan, the Silk Cave would soon have its very own True Qi Realm master...

Seeing that things had been mostly cleared out, Zou Feng prepared to follow his original plan: find a secluded spot and begin the Refinement of the Third Grade Corpse Poison.

He searched for a while, but then a strange feeling guided him to a region he had never set foot in before.

Though he’d never been here, Zou Feng knew this area was the living quarters for Inner Qi Realm disciples.

Given Zou Feng’s status in Biyou Palace, he’d had almost no interaction with any female disciples of the Inner Qi Realm, aside from his personal Maid, Zhi Shuang.

’So why do I feel like I’m being drawn here, as if I’ve sensed some kind of Exotic Poison?’

Soon enough, Zou Feng stopped in front of a stone house.

A familiar scent reached his nostrils.

He knew this scent all too well—it was Zhi Shuang’s.

Without a doubt, this stone house had to be Zhi Shuang’s room.

Zou Feng didn’t hesitate. Emitting Force, he shattered the iron lock on the door and stepped into Zhi Shuang’s room.

The moment he stepped inside, Zou Feng was taken aback.

It wasn’t because of anything frightening in the room, but rather...

The room was filled with portraits hanging on every wall, and lifelike sculptures were placed everywhere.

The portraits all depicted the same person.

As did the statues.

It was him!

At that moment, Zou Feng felt like a celebrity who had just walked into a superfan’s shrine.

Not only that, but on Zhi Shuang’s bed lay a life-sized wooden statue of him, carved with painstaking detail.

Looking at certain... suggestive areas of the statue, Zou Feng began to suspect Zhi Shuang might have used it for... certain activities.

On a table, papers were scattered about. They were love poems Zhi Shuang had written to him, and... a diary.

Of course, the diary’s contents were almost entirely about him.

For instance, she would meticulously record the exact number of fried poisonous creatures he ate on a given day, or how many times he had smiled at her.

Furthermore, there was one point Zhi Shuang emphasized repeatedly throughout her diary.