I Can Transfer the Side Effects of Evil Skills-Chapter 209 - 163: Kindred Spirits

It wasn’t that Zou Feng absolutely had to have the best seat. Upon learning that Murong Yunhai had booked it, he didn’t press the issue and simply had the Madam lead him to another seat in the front row.

At this time in the Spring Night Building, the main hall was already packed to the brim, as the titillating main event was about to begin.

But the tables in the front row, due to their exorbitant price, weren’t always fully occupied.

However, just as Zou Feng was preparing to sit down in the spot the Madam had arranged, Murong Yunhai, who was at the center-most table, suddenly stood up and waved at him enthusiastically.

"Isn’t that Zou Long, Brother Zou? Quick, come over and have a couple of drinks!" Murong Yunhai was incredibly enthusiastic, looking as though he’d just run into an old friend.

Zou Feng was rather surprised by this. After all, while he had indeed shared drinks and conversation with Murong Yunhai before, Murong Yunhai had been dead drunk at the time, calling anyone he could grab "brother."

However, Murong Yunhai was also a Gang Qi Realm Martial Artist. If he didn’t want to get drunk, the wine at the Spring Night Building, at least, shouldn’t have been enough to do the trick...

After a moment’s hesitation, Zou Feng went ahead and walked over, taking a seat at Murong Yunhai’s table.

Despite Murong Yunhai’s easygoing and approachable demeanor, if he hadn’t extended the invitation himself, no one else in the hall—not even those who had drunk with him before—would have dared to so casually join his table.

"It’s an honor that Brother Murong still remembers me," Zou Feng said, cupping his hands.

Murong Yunhai’s features weren’t exactly striking, but he was pleasant to look at. Furthermore, his complexion was excellent, not at all like someone who regularly indulged in wine and women.

"How could I forget? Brother Zou’s unique insights on Demon Beasts that day are still fresh in my mind," Murong Yunhai said with a smile.

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries before the titillating show finally began under the expectant gazes of the crowd.

The first act featured a white Demon Python, over ten meters long, accompanied by a brave warrior intending to pay tribute to Xu Xian with his actions.

Of course, the Demon Python had clearly been drugged or placed under some kind of Restriction, as it showed no signs of aggression, only writhing its serpentine body continuously.

Gasps of amazement rippled through the crowd. A few patrons even looked as if they couldn’t wait to go up on stage and join the performance themselves.

Most people, however, were watching out of morbid curiosity.

Truth be told, Zou Feng had zero interest in the performance.

His tastes were nowhere near that extreme; he was only forced to act like a pervert for the sake of his Cultivation.

So, while pretending to be engrossed in the spectacle, he began his Visualization of the surroundings.

Murong Yunhai was also watching with great focus and didn’t utter another word to disturb Zou Feng for the entire duration.

The expression on Murong Yunhai’s face was similarly lewd, but not in a crude way. Rather than watching a titillating show, he seemed to be appreciating a piece of performance art.

After a good while, the warrior on stage laid down his arms, and the performance came to a temporary close.

Zou Feng then ceased his practice.

*Great Universal Hand (Refined Skill), Progress: 95%*

’Huh?!’

’The progress increased by four percent. The effect is surprisingly good.’

’When I came to the Spring Night Building to cultivate before, the results were never this good.’

Zou Feng figured that the effects of the Blood Begonia poison were likely still active, which was why his Cultivation using the Visualization Skill was so effective.

’At the thought of the even more explosive Demon Bull performance coming up, if my Luck is good, couldn’t I advance the Great Universal Hand to the Peak Realm tonight?’

"Congratulations, Brother Zou. I imagine your Cultivation Skill has progressed significantly?"

Just as Zou Feng was inwardly celebrating, Murong Yunhai, from across the table, suddenly made that comment.

In truth, Zou Feng wasn’t surprised that Murong Yunhai had noticed he was cultivating.

At such close proximity, and with Murong Yunhai being the City Lord’s only son and a Gang Qi Realm master himself, it would have been stranger if he *hadn’t* noticed.

What truly astonished him was that Murong Yunhai could tell his Cultivation Skill had greatly improved from that brief session of practice.

’He could even tell that!?’

’Could it be...’

Zou Feng turned his head to look at Murong Yunhai and asked probingly, "And what about you, Brother Murong? How was your own practice just now?"

’For Murong Yunhai to see that my Cultivation just improved so much, the most likely explanation is that he has a deep understanding of this type of Evil Skill.’

’It’s even highly probable that he himself is cultivating a similar Evil Skill.’

Thinking about it this way, Murong Yunhai’s preference for this sort of crude brothel over more high-class establishments of pleasure suddenly made perfect sense.

To Zou Feng’s question, Murong Yunhai was refreshingly direct. He nodded and said, "Not bad, not bad. No wonder I felt an instant kinship with Brother Zou when we first met. It turns out we’re kindred spirits!"

’Who’s a kindred spirit with you? You can’t just throw words like that around.’

Although Zou Feng had received a confirmation, a new question popped into his mind.

’Murong Yunhai is the City Lord’s only son. Logically, he should be practicing some High Grade Righteous Skill. Why would he take such a huge risk to cultivate an Evil Skill?’

Before Zou Feng could ask, Murong Yunhai spoke up. "Brother Zou, are you wondering why I would choose to cultivate this kind of... Evil Skill?"

"Yes. I do find it rather puzzling," Zou Feng admitted with a nod.

"It’s quite simple, really. I have the Talent for this, but when it comes to any other Cultivation Skill, I’m completely mediocre. I’d have no hope of achieving anything significant," Murong Yunhai said with a shrug.

That was indeed a very practical reason, one that Zou Feng himself understood all too well.

His List of Gods could only register Evil Skills; no matter how much he practiced Righteous Skills, it was utterly useless.

Even if the most incredible Righteous Skill in the world were laid out before him, he would be completely powerless to learn it.

"My Cultivation Skill requires me to immerse myself in the perspectives of different living beings. For example, just now, I was taking on the role of that Snake Taming Warrior..."

As he said this, a wry smile touched Murong Yunhai’s lips. Clearly, there were many times when he, too, found this method of Cultivation difficult to stomach.