After cleaning up the crime scene, Zou Feng left quickly.
He soon returned to Yuan Guang County Town, but instead of going back to the Yang Mansion immediately, Zou Feng headed straight for the Hengyu Building.
This way, after the incident came to light, if anyone were to investigate where a mere Household Servant like him had gone that night, he would have a reasonable explanation.
This time at the Hengyu Building, however, Zou Feng didn’t look for Sister Zhang.
He chose a different woman, one who was also plain-looking but a bit younger, named Hong Ying.
More importantly, the price was still cheap.
Once inside the room, there was no talent-showcasing segment. It was just as direct as before; Hong Ying began to undress and receive him.
At the same time, she urged Zou Feng to hurry up so they could finish early, giving her a chance to take on other clients later.
Her service attitude was worlds apart from Sister Zhang’s.
Even Zou Feng’s handsome looks were useless; Hong Ying was clearly the type who only cared about money.
But he couldn’t care less.
With a smile, Zou Feng took two steps forward and, before Hong Ying could react, swept his palm past the tip of her nose.
He controlled the toxicity emanating from his palm to a level that would only just make her dizzy and muddle her consciousness.
Sure enough, the next moment, before Hong Ying could even take off her undergarments, she staggered. Then, swaying unsteadily, she began to lose all sense of direction.
Once he confirmed that Hong Ying’s consciousness was hazy, Zou Feng jabbed a finger forward.
He poked her right between the eyebrows.
Then, Zou Feng immediately laid Hong Ying down on the bed and quickly stepped aside.
A moment later, Hong Ying was so affected that she lost control of herself.
The commotion in the room traveled far, arousing all sorts of dumbfounded curiosity from those outside.
About the time it takes to eat a meal, Zou Feng pushed the door open and emerged, pretending to straighten his clothes.
Everyone around, whether clients or the brothel girls, now looked at him with gazes of utter admiration.
One client with sunken eyes couldn’t help but ask, "Brother, what kind of medicine did you take?"
"Medicine my ass! With my stamina, do I look like I need medicine?"
With that, he snorted coldly and walked away briskly.
His deliberate showiness was meant to leave a deep impression on everyone present, making it easier to handle any potential inquiries.
As he walked out of the Hengyu Building, he found that the rain had stopped.
’After reaching the Realm of Synthesis and Mastery, this Cultivation Skill is truly terrifying.’
’Hong Ying’s reaction just now was a bit of an exaggeration.’
’I suppose, from another perspective, my strongest Cultivation Skill right now isn’t the Five Poison Skill, but this one.’
The Five Poison Skill uses externally applied toxins.
But the poison of the Chaotic Emotion Skill works by inciting one’s base instincts. In theory, it should be much harder to resist.
’When facing an enemy, I don’t need to make them do something indecent. Just causing a slight distraction would be incredibly effective.’
’After all, a normal Martial Artist is still human, with the usual seven passions and six desires.’
By the time he returned to the Yang Mansion, it was already midnight.
Zou Feng couldn’t rest yet; he had to continue his night patrol.
Only, tonight, he would no longer have Younger Brother Haoran by his side.
The new Steward was immediately informed that Xu Haoran had not shown up for the night patrol and that his whereabouts had been unknown since he went out to work.
Having stayed out all night without requesting leave, he would easily be suspected of having run off.
Once dawn broke the next day, the Yang Mansion would send someone to report it to the authorities.
Only when they realized that Yang Yanpeng was also long overdue would the Yang Mansion truly take the matter seriously.
But Zou Feng planned to get the Yang Mansion buzzing with activity this very night!
’In the coming days, the more chaotic the Yang Mansion becomes, the better.’
He glanced at Yang Ling’s name on the transference list...
’This guy is useless now.’
Yang Ling had already been mostly drained dry, and his shattered body couldn’t possibly withstand the side effects of Zou Feng’s current Cultivation.
’So he’s perfect for kicking off this whole mess.’
Thinking of this, Zou Feng had the Red Flower Scorpion sting his middle finger before starting his patrol.
Then, as he patrolled, he secretly started Cultivating his Chaos Finger.
Meanwhile, Yang Ling, whose body had been improving, was finally starting to recover.
But just then, while he was sound asleep, he suddenly shot up in bed. An intense desire was overwhelming him, pushing him to the brink of losing his mind.
Unfortunately, his wife, having been worn out by his previous torment, had used it as an excuse to return to her family’s home.
So now, he had no outlet for his urges.
The Yang Mansion’s house rules were very strict, and what little reason he had left kept Yang Ling from acting completely recklessly.
So, he fought back the impulse, hastily threw on some clothes, and prepared to rush to the nearest brothel.
But before he could even get out of the Yang Mansion, Yang Ling realized in despair that he probably wouldn’t make it to a brothel.
His consciousness was fading. He knew full well this wasn’t him about to faint, but him about to lose his sanity completely.
If any living creature were to pass by at this moment, it could become his target!
Suddenly, the faint sound of a farm animal came from nearby.
In a corner of the Yang Mansion’s outer courtyard, there were always some livestock kept for food.
After all, for such a large household, if the external meat supply ever had a problem, they could manage for a few days.
Among the livestock, there were, of course, plump little lambs.
At this moment, the nearly-collapsing Yang Ling abruptly heard a "BAA," and his bones practically went soft.
His mind grew even more chaotic, and as if possessed, he turned into the sheep pen...
Not long after, a warning cry from a patrolling Household Servant echoed from that direction: "A thief! Someone, come quick! There’s a thief...!"
By the time the numerous Hospital Martial Artists and the members of the Yang Family who knew Martial Arts arrived, Yang Ling had already died from the poison.
The members of the Yang Family who arrived quickly had initially thought an assassin had infiltrated the mansion and were rolling up their sleeves, ready for a fight. No one expected to find a scene like this.
It was impossible to look at directly!
This Yang Ling had previously let himself go completely, unable to control himself, and had even moved into a brothel.
Just when he was finally starting to seem normal again, he had to go and cause a scene like this?!
Yang Qianqian had also arrived, her expression one of utter shock, as if she’d been hit over the head with a club.
She even felt an urge to, at any cost, trade for a pair of eyes that had not witnessed this scene.
However, Zhuang Sixuan, who was stationed here from the Heart Meeting Martial Arts Hall, quickly regained her composure.
"Let’s not jump to conclusions. Is it possible he was actually poisoned?"
In this critical period where the Blood-handed Butcher was looking for an opportunity to retaliate, Zhuang Sixuan’s speculation was perfectly reasonable.
After all, from the perspective of a woman like her, a man couldn’t... or at least, shouldn’t...
However, before Yang Qianqian could respond, someone nearby suddenly spoke up, "In... in our lunch today... wasn’t there a dish that was... braised mutton?!"
The scene instantly fell deathly silent.
Although they certainly hadn’t eaten *this* particular sheep, who knew if this was Yang Ling’s first time doing something like this?
What if he had... defiled... every sheep in the pen?
BLECH—
Yang Qianqian was the first to start dry-heaving uncontrollably, setting off a chain reaction.
Even Zhuang Sixuan, who had been about to continue her calm analysis of the true cause, felt her stomach churn violently.
Among the patrolling Household Servants at the scene, Zou Feng’s figure was, of course, present.
Looking at the sin he had wrought, Zou Feng couldn’t help but silently lament his transgression.
’But,’ he thought, ’I don’t think I’ll want to eat mutton anymore either.’