Chapter 155: Chapter 135: An Upright Evil Cultivator (Part 2)

One could say that the current Hongxing Gang completely suppressed the Heart Meeting Martial Arts Hall, which was originally the most powerful faction. They were, without a doubt, the strongest power in Yuan Guang County.

It was easy to imagine just how high Zou Feng’s status was in the eyes of these low-ranking gang members.

Faced with such a scene, even though Zou Feng wasn’t one to show off, he couldn’t help but stand with his hands behind his back, head held high and chest puffed out. He leaped from the deck of the Dragon Gate Boat, gliding majestically down.

As he glided, the gang members, as if their mouths were smeared with honey, ceaselessly shouted slogans they had seemingly prepared in advance. It gave Zou Feng a taste of what it felt like to be the Star Sect Old Immortal…

A slight blush on his face, Zou Feng waved his hand, signaling that the flattery could stop.

Once the crowd fell silent, Zou Feng cleared his throat and announced in a loud voice, “I’ve called all you brothers here today because I have an opportunity for you—one that requires a certain price to obtain…”

Of course, Zou Feng had no intention of taking on disciples. He wouldn’t stoop to the kind of things Deng Guangxin did.

But he could, in a perfectly open and honest manner, give these low-ranking members a chance to get ahead, and then let them choose for themselves whether to accept it or not.

That’s right. Zou Feng was going to pass on a Skill, to have more people help him cultivate the “Five Poison Creatures.”

However, there was no longer a need for a Broken Hand. After Zou Feng had cultivated this Skill to the Peak Realm, it was no longer just a simple Palm Skill.

With his current understanding of this Skill, he could even split it into five separate Poison Skills. He could divide those who wanted to practice it into five groups, with each group practicing only one type of poison.

This would not only significantly reduce the side effects of the Poison Skill, but also make it easier to refine a single type of poison into a higher quality Gu Poison.

Finally, he would gather all these poisons together for his own absorption. At that point, it would be strange if his Five Poison Fire Lotus Skill didn’t make a huge leap in progress.

Previously, Zou Feng had used some degenerates for Cultivating Gu Poison, but there were too few of them. Besides, ninety percent of those fellows had terrible Martial Dao Talent.

This was what led to the awkward situation where the effects of the final absorption were less than expected.

Fortunately, after Xiaolv evolved, it produced the Tri-Colored Poison, which finally compensated for the deficiency in the Gu Poison and allowed him to smoothly advance to the Peak Realm.

But the two hundred-plus low-ranking gang members before him now were decent in terms of physical fitness and other aspects. All they lacked was an opportunity.

In the former Black Flood Dragon Gang, low-ranking members who wanted to learn martial arts had to perform meritorious deeds before they could be rewarded with a True Skill.

The other two gangs were basically the same.

This was actually very reasonable. If low-ranking members didn’t perform meritorious deeds to earn rewards in the form of resources, then even if a Cultivation Skill were given to them directly, they could only stare helplessly without the necessary cultivation resources.

Alternatively, if they tried to force their Cultivation with insufficient resources, the probability of something going wrong with an Evil Skill was even greater.

“After cultivating these skills, when the time is right, I will extract the toxins from your flesh and blood without harming your lives or leaving you disabled.”

“Those who reach Entering Grade will also have a portion of their Inner Qi absorbed.”

“I’ll be straight with you. These actions will indeed cause you some damage and affect your future progress toward higher Martial Arts Realms. Most likely, you’ll need to switch to another Cultivation Skill to make up for the loss…”

“In return, before that happens, I will provide you with sufficient cultivation resources. Those who successfully reach Entering Grade will receive a substantial additional reward.”

“I’ve said my piece. There is absolutely no coercion. The choice is in your hands.”

“Those willing to try can stay. Those who are not, may leave on your own. Don’t worry about anything; we will all still be brothers of the Hongxing Gang.”

This was Zou Feng’s experiment: to be an Evil Cultivator in an open and honorable way.

Even the Renowned and Righteous Sects couldn’t find fault with such a method.

First, it was completely voluntary. Second, it was not life-threatening.

It would only affect future progress toward higher Martial Arts Realms to a certain extent. But their futures wouldn’t be completely ruined; it would just be more troublesome, requiring them to switch to other Cultivation Skills.

In reality, therefore, this was a much better deal than cultivating other low-level Evil Skills.

After all, with Zou Feng personally overseeing them, their safety during the Cultivation process was largely guaranteed.

And if one were to make a mountain out of a molehill about this, then the very existence of the Martial Artist community itself was a threat and a harm to ordinary people, and they should all be eliminated.

When Zou Feng finished speaking, he had expected that out of the more than 230 people, it would be good if even a hundred remained.

But in the end, only about twenty people left. A full two hundred and eight gang members stayed behind.

But on second thought, it was quite normal.

After all, for the vast majority of these low-ranking gang members, this was likely the only great opportunity they would ever get in their lives.

The price for this opportunity was merely having toxins extracted and some Inner Qi absorbed?

To them, such a price was practically negligible.

They were all gang members; who didn’t know that practicing an Evil Skill could easily lead to problems?

Even if they didn’t practice this, if they had the chance to practice something else in the future, could they guarantee it would be safe? Could they guarantee they would advance to a higher Realm?

That was all bullshit. For those who had no other choice and could only practice low-level Evil Skills, just being able to survive the present was a blessing.

Dreaming of advancing to the Gang Qi Realm was no different from daydreaming.

Besides, this was the General Leader himself passing on the Skill and providing cultivation resources. If a problem really did occur, the General Leader would be there to help treat them. This was the kind of opportunity you couldn’t find even if you searched with a lantern.

Therefore, even those who chose to leave were only worried about other things.

These people were afraid that Zou Feng would go back on his word. He had promised there would be no mortal danger, but what if they ended up being drained to death in the end…

The two hundred and eight people who remained exceeded Zou Feng’s expectations. There was no way he could take them all.

Although he was now wealthy and powerful, providing cultivation resources for two hundred people was still too outrageous.

Putting that aside, Zou Feng himself had limited energy. It was impossible for him to spend a large amount of time guiding so many people every day.

So, from the group that stayed, he carefully selected fifty.

They would be in groups of ten, each cultivating one of the Five Poison Creatures.

In fact, the current Five Poison Creatures didn’t just represent five types like Snake Poison or Scorpion Poison.

Rather, they were five different categories of poison.

Those that acted on the blood, those that acted on the nerves, or those that could penetrate deep into the bone marrow…

In short, Zou Feng’s current “Five Poison Creatures” was an interweaving of five different types of poison, whose effects did not overlap or cancel each other out, but instead reached a state of perfect balance.

After splitting the Skill, the first thing these volunteers had to practice was, naturally, the Five Poison Pile Skill.

Zou Feng taught the Skill on the spot. There were five types of Poison Stances, and each team would practice one.

During Cultivation, he distributed his self-made poisons, specifically for practice, supplemented by an antidote soup.

Once the teaching was complete, the fifty “lucky ones” already revered Zou Feng as if he were a god.

By the time Zou Feng left, the complimentary slogans shouted by these gang members were coming from the bottom of their hearts.

This made Zou Feng reflect, ’Being an Evil Cultivator doesn’t necessarily mean you have to be secretive. As long as you don’t actually commit acts that provoke divine wrath and public outrage, it’s not a big problem, at least here in Yuan Guang County.’

Besides, being clear and open about his purpose from the start saved a lot more trouble than hiding it and letting others make wild guesses.

Otherwise, as the rumors flew, he could very well be portrayed as a great demon lord planning to blood-sacrifice fifty disciples.

And if a passing High Grade Martial Artist from the Righteous Dao happened to be in the mood to vanquish demons and slay evil…

Of course, this method was basically only usable by Zou Feng, or a very small number of top-tier Evil Geniuses.

After all, one first had to be cultivating a Skill suitable for Cultivating Gu Poison.

And, like Zou Feng, one had to have practiced it to the Peak Realm.

Only with a thorough understanding of the Cultivation Skill could one guarantee they would only absorb the essence, not the life.

Most importantly, Zou Feng wasn’t afraid of side effects and could afford trial and error. If a real problem arose, he had his top supporter to back him up.

But if other Evil Cultivators made a similar attempt, they would likely try and die.

Returning to his room, Zou Feng was about to summon the members of the original Fishing Team to figure out how to handle that strange snake.

But before he could give the order, Liu Chun appeared outside the door, announcing he had an urgent matter to report.

“General Leader, Magistrate Huang has sent an invitation!”

Ever since the Hongxing Gang was established, Zou Feng had been receiving numerous invitations every day.

But he had no interest in such pointless socializing and had rejected almost all of them with the excuse of being busy with his Cultivation.

However, an invitation from Magistrate Huang was naturally a different matter.

Zou Feng took the invitation and quickly opened it to read.

As expected, it was a banquet hosted at the Furong Pavilion, inviting him, the General Leader, to attend.

It was also stated directly that he wished to introduce a distinguished guest to Zou Feng.

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