I Can Transfer the Side Effects of Evil Skills

Chapter 480 - 299: Internal Strife and Enemy Attack

The Daoist nun who had fallen to the ground, crying out bizarrely, was clearly the second woman on the list.

After getting a clear look at her face, Zou Feng immediately switched to the next one.

Thus, their ongoing exploration was accompanied by all sorts of unbearable, bizarre cries.

As for the team leader, Core Disciple Brother Zhao, the expression on his face looked like he wanted to kill someone.

When exploring an unknown Outer Realm like this, Core Disciples were also in a state of high tension.

In a team wipe, the first to die were often the strongest ones like them.

After all, as the powerhouses of the team, if they didn’t stand at the very front, they wouldn’t be able to command respect, nor would it comply with the rules of the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect’s expeditions into the Outer Realms.

So, in this state of high tension, to be constantly startled by sounds like the wailing of a cat in heat—one could only imagine the extent of Zhao Qian’s building rage.

"Ooh... mmm... ah—"

It was another woman from the list. Unable to bear it, it felt like something inside her was about to burst.

"Enough! What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"I told you, whatever your problem is, you’d better hold it in for me! Are you getting addicted to this screaming!?"

"Do you have to attract an Alien Race in its mating season to be satisfied, you...?" Zhao Qian cursed repeatedly.

He knew things couldn’t go on like this, so he simply halted the team and gathered all the women who had been making the strange noises.

"Speak. What the hell is wrong with you all?"

"If you really need to dual cultivate, I’ll indulge you. You can all come at me together. We can continue exploring after we’re done!" Saying this, Zhao Qian angrily ripped off his long robe, revealing his toned muscles.

Several male disciples, long since impatient, also stepped forward and declared with an air of self-righteousness, "If Brother Zhao isn’t enough, we can help too!"

Zhao Qian looked back at these earnest-looking junior brothers and wished he could slap them back into their places.

At this, the members of the Tianxiang Association first looked at each other in dismay, then became collectively furious.

After all, they had actually returned to normal by now. They’d had some strange reactions just a moment ago, but now they felt no discomfort whatsoever.

’Why should we have to put up with being harassed by these stinking men?’

"Brother Zhao, watch your words!"

"If you say another foul thing like that, we will definitely go to Senior Sister Liu and have her get justice for us!"

The Senior Sister Liu they mentioned was, of course, the True Inheritor backing the Tianxiang Association.

And this Senior Sister Liu was famous for being fiercely protective of her own.

It was precisely because of this that the Tianxiang Association’s "Fairy" atmosphere was so strong.

"Me? Foul language?!" Zhao Qian laughed in fury. "You should hear yourselves! Do you have any idea how unbearable your cries were just now?"

"All of my Dao companions at home combined aren’t as wild as you!"

A member of the Tianxiang Association immediately retorted, "This place is crawling with poisonous creatures, and these caverns could be filled with unknown toxic gases at any moment. We were probably affected by something like that."

"As our leading senior brother, instead of trying to solve the problem, you blame us. It’s just... ho-ooh-ooh—"

Before she could finish her retort, her eyes suddenly crossed and she began to cry out bizarrely.

This was, of course, because Zou Feng found the woman too noisy and had "graced" her with another dose of his Great Universal Hand Visualization technique.

Seeing this, Zhao Qian sneered, "None of the other junior sisters are having problems, only the few of you from the Tianxiang Association. What a coincidence!"

"Don’t you fucking use Senior Sister Liu to pressure me! I’m giving you two choices now: either guarantee you won’t make those weird noises again, or get the hell out!"

"This expedition will be better for everyone without you!"

Zou Feng, naturally, couldn’t agree more with Zhao Qian’s proposal.

If these women on the list were gone, he could focus on exploring and see if he could find any benefits in the caverns.

But now that he knew these women were targeting him, it wouldn’t be a big problem even if they didn’t leave.

After all, the hidden enemies were now out in the open.

After his screening process, he’d found that there were a total of seven of these women mixed into the team.

And they were all in the Spiritual Energy Realm.

If a dangerous situation arose and these seven Spiritual Energy Realm cultivators suddenly launched a sneak attack together, Zou Feng would definitely be under pressure.

But now that they were out in the open, he just had to be on guard against these "Seven Fairy Sisters."

"Zhao Qian, you don’t have the right!" Relying on the backing of a protective True Inheritor, these Spiritual Energy Realm "Fairies" were truly bold, directly confronting the Dao Foundation Realm Zhao Qian.

Zhao Qian’s voice was grim. "I don’t have the right, but this team does. Who the hell would want to keep you around to cause trouble for everyone..."

"Careful, poison!"

Before Zhao Qian could finish speaking, someone shouted a warning.

The one who could sense the nearby poison so quickly was, of course, Zou Feng.

He had been enjoying the show, but he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

He hadn’t smelled it; it was the instinctive reaction of a Poison Cultivator, sensing a cloud of toxic gas rapidly approaching their position.

Zhao Qian’s expression changed. Forgetting his argument with the Seven Fairy Sisters, he roared, "Prepare for battle!"

Just as he finished shouting, a rustling sound came from all around.

Then, calf-sized, ant-like insects crawled toward them—a dense, overwhelming swarm.

Furthermore, these ant-monsters continuously emitted a toxic gas that was difficult to detect by smell.

A great battle was imminent.

The individual combat power of the ant-monsters wasn’t much; even an Outer Disciple could kill one with relative ease.

But their numbers were overwhelming, so many it made one’s scalp tingle.

Even a Core Disciple like Zhao Qian, who was mowing them down like weeds, couldn’t seem to make a dent in their numbers.