The Sheep's Temptation

After tidying up the crime scene, Zou Feng swiftly departed.

He soon returned to Yuan Guang County, but instead of heading straight back to the Yang Estate, Zou Feng made directly for Jade-Cross Tower.

Once the incident came to light, if anyone investigated where he, a mere servant, had gone that night, he would have a perfectly reasonable explanation.

This time, however, Zou Feng did not seek out Sister Zhang again at Jade-Cross Tower.

He chose another girl, equally plain-looking but somewhat younger, named Hong Ying.

More importantly, she was still cheap.

Once inside the room, there was no talent-show segment whatsoever. Just as direct as before, Hong Ying began undressing to receive him.

At the same time, she urged Zou Feng to hurry up as well, so they could finish sooner and she might still have a chance to take another customer afterward.

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 recognized money.

But Zou Feng did not give a damn.

With a smile on his face, he stepped forward twice. Before Hong Ying could react, his palm brushed past the tip of her nose.

He controlled the poison emitted from his palm so that it would only leave her barely dizzy and muddle-headed.

Sure enough, in the next instant, Hong Ying had not even managed to remove her underpants before she staggered, then began swaying as though she could no longer tell north from south.

Once he confirmed that Hong Ying's consciousness had grown hazy, Zou Feng pointed a finger again.

It struck the spot between her brows.

Zou Feng immediately laid Hong Ying down on the bed, then swiftly retreated to one side.

A moment later, Hong Ying was affected beyond her own control.

The noises in the room carried far outside, drawing all manner of stunned and curious looks.

About the time it took to eat a meal later, Zou Feng pushed open the door and emerged, pretending to straighten his clothes.

Whether customers or brothel girls, everyone nearby looked at him with incomparably admiring eyes.

One hollow-eyed customer could not help asking, "Brother, what medicine did you take?"

"Take your uncle's medicine. With the strength I've got, why would I need drugs?"

With that, he snorted coldly and strode away.

His deliberate showiness was also meant to leave a deeper impression on those present, better preparing him for any possible investigation.

When he walked out of Jade-Cross Tower, the rain had actually stopped.

Now that he had cultivated this technique to the realm of complete mastery, it truly was terrifying beyond measure.

Hong Ying's reaction just now had been rather exaggerated.

From another angle, perhaps his strongest technique at present was not the Five Poisons Skill, but this one.

The Five Poisons Skill applied poison from external sources.

The poison of the Passion-Chaos Skill, however, stirred up instinct. In theory, it should be far harder to resist.

When facing an enemy, there was no need to make them do anything indecent. Causing them the slightest distraction would already yield miraculous results.

After all, ordinary martial artists were still people, with the usual seven emotions and six desires.

By the time Zou Feng returned to the Yang Estate, it was already midnight.

He could not rest yet. He still had to continue his night patrol.

It was just that tonight, Brother Haoran would no longer be at his side.

When Xu Haoran failed to show up for the night patrol, after having previously vanished without a trace while out doing temporary work, the new steward immediately learned of it.

Without taking leave, he had stayed out all night. It was easy to suspect that he had run away.

As soon as dawn broke tomorrow, the Yang Estate would send someone to report it to the authorities.

Only when they realized that Yang Yanpeng had also been gone for a long time would the Yang Estate truly take the matter seriously.

But Zou Feng intended to make the Yang Estate bustle about tonight!

For the period ahead, the more chaotic the Yang Estate became, the better.

He looked at Yang Ling's name on the Transfer List...

This fellow was no longer of any use.

Yang Ling had already been plucked more than half bald before. His broken body simply could not withstand the side effects of Zou Feng's current cultivation.

So he was perfect for setting off the beginning of this disturbance.

With that in mind, before beginning his night patrol, Zou Feng had the Red Flower Scorpion sting his middle finger.

Then, as he patrolled through the night, he secretly circulated his skill and cultivated the Passion-Chaos Finger.

Meanwhile, Yang Ling, whose body had somewhat improved, had finally begun to recover.

Yet now, as he slept soundly, he suddenly rolled over and sat up. A powerful desire battered him until he was on the verge of losing his mind.

Unfortunately, his wife had been tormented badly by him earlier and had used an excuse to return to her parents' home.

Thus, there was nowhere for him to vent it now.

The Yang Estate's rules were still strict. The sliver of rationality he retained kept Yang Ling from completely running wild.

So he forcefully suppressed his impulse, threw on some clothes at random, and was about to rush toward the nearest brothel.

But before he could even rush out of the Yang Estate, Yang Ling realized in utter despair that he probably would not last long enough to reach one.

As his consciousness gradually blurred, he knew full well that this was not him about to faint. He was about to lose his mind completely.

If any living thing passed by at this moment, it might be locked onto as his target!

Suddenly, the faint sound of livestock came from nearby.

In a corner of the Yang Estate's outer courtyard, livestock for food was kept at all times.

After all, such a large household needed to be able to get by for a few days in case the outside supply of meat ever ran into trouble.

Naturally, the livestock included plump little sheep.

Yang Yanpeng, already on the verge of collapse, suddenly heard that "baa," and his bones immediately went soft.

His consciousness then became even more muddled, and as if possessed by ghosts and driven by spirits, he turned into the sheep pen...

Not long afterward, a warning cry came from a night-patrol servant over there. "There's a thief! Hurry, someone come! There's a thief..."

By the time the estate guards, martial instructors, and Yang Family members who knew martial arts arrived, Yang Ling had already died from the poison's effects.

The Yang Family members who rushed over had initially thought an assassin had infiltrated the estate. They had all been rubbing their fists and palms, ready for a fight, but no one had expected such a scene.

It was simply impossible to look at directly!

Yang Ling had suddenly let himself go before, completely unable to control himself, even moving into a brothel.

Now, just when he seemed to be gradually returning to normal, he had caused this again?!

Yang Qianqian came as well. Her expression was like someone who had been struck on the head with a club, leaving her utterly dumbfounded.

She even felt like paying any price for a pair of eyes that had never seen this scene.

Zhuang Sixuan, who was stationed here from Heartfelt Martial Hall, was the one who quickly regained her composure.

"Don't rush to draw conclusions. Is it possible that he was actually poisoned?"

With Blood-Handed Butcher waiting for an opportunity to retaliate during this critical period, Zhuang Sixuan's guess was entirely reasonable.

After all, from the perspective of women like them, people could not—at the very least, should not...

But before Yang Qianqian could respond, someone nearby suddenly spoke up. "W-We had a dish for lunch today... didn't we? Red-braised mutton stew?!"

The entire scene fell deathly silent.

Although they definitely had not eaten the sheep in front of them, who knew whether this was Yang Ling's first time doing such a thing?

What if he had ravaged every sheep in the pen?

Bleurgh—

Yang Qianqian was the first to begin dry-heaving uncontrollably, setting off a chain reaction.

Even Zhuang Sixuan, who had originally wanted to calmly continue analyzing the true cause, felt her stomach churn without stop.

Naturally, Zou Feng was among the night-patrol servants present.

Looking at the sin he had created, Zou Feng could not help silently crying, What a sin.

But he probably would not want to eat mutton again in the future.