I Can Transfer the Side Effects of Evil Skills

Chapter 291 - 204: A Flavorful Sword Qi

Seeing He Yuan look like he was genuinely about to inspect him, Zhao Ke chuckled and politely declined, "Thank you, Senior Brother, but even if there was some residual poison, it would have long been taken care of by my Celestial Essence True Gang..."

But before he could even finish his sentence, Zhao Ke was suddenly overcome with a dizzy spell.

At the same time, a wave of nausea washed over him. His stomach churned, and he felt the urge to vomit.

"What’s wrong?" He Yuan immediately noticed the odd look on Zhao Ke’s face.

Zhao Ke frowned. "For some reason, my stomach is suddenly acting up..."

"Er, don’t worry, Senior Brother. I’ll just circulate my energy for a moment. It shouldn’t be a big deal."

With that, Zhao Ke immediately began to circulate his Gang Qi, trying to suppress the foulness in his gut.

Even True Qi Realm Martial Artists couldn’t avoid the basic bodily functions of eating, drinking, and relieving themselves.

However, the higher a Martial Artist’s Realm, the more control they had over these basic physiological needs.

To put it bluntly, a Martial Artist’s ability to hold their bowels and bladder far surpassed that of an ordinary person.

They could practically control it at will.

So, it was perfectly normal for Zhao Ke to suddenly feel the urge to relieve himself. Circulating his energy to control it should have been no issue.

But to his shock, just as Zhao Ke completed a single circulation of his energy, his Gang Qi inexplicably spun out of control.

A "Qi Sword" burst out from him, completely beyond his control.

PFFFT—!!

As a Fourth Grade Gang Qi Realm master, the power behind the uncontrolled release of Zhao Ke’s Gang Qi was quite considerable.

It was the equivalent of unleashing a blast of Sword Qi from his rear end.

Following the deep, muffled explosion, the stone stool beneath Zhao Ke was blasted into smithereens with a loud CRACK by this fragrant "Sword Qi."

Caught completely off guard, Zhao Ke landed hard on his rear among the shattered stone.

In truth, with his reflexes, he never should have fallen, no matter how sudden the incident.

The problem was, this Sword Qi-powered flatulence had been unleashed publicly, in front of his Senior Brother and countless junior disciples!

As a result, he was utterly mortified.

As one might expect, the surrounding area fell into a dead silence.

The scene couldn’t have been more awkward.

After all, within the Celestial Essence Sword Sect, no one had ever seen an Entering Grade Martial Artist lose control and perform a feat of... flatulence-based sword qi.

In theory, any Martial Dao master capable of using Sword Qi could unleash it from that... particular orifice. But there was absolutely no reason to do so, and it was exceptionally crude.

"Is Elder Zhao... performing the Soul Gate Sword Qi?"

In the unbearable silence, a young disciple standing in the back finally couldn’t resist muttering to the person beside him.

’Soul Gate Sword Qi!?’

The disciples nearby who heard this almost lost their composure. All of them pressed their lips together, their bodies trembling as they struggled desperately to hold back their laughter.

Zhao Ke finally snapped out of it. He first shot a glare at the disciples who were trembling to suppress their laughter, then turned to He Yuan. "Senior Brother, something isn’t right..."

Zhao Ke was no fool. He knew perfectly well he shouldn’t have been embarrassed like this.

’This was no accident. Senior Brother must have been right. I’m afraid there’s still some poison left in my system.’

"Give me your hand!"

He Yuan, who was across from him, had come to the same conclusion and immediately moved to take Zhao Ke’s pulse.

Zhao Ke scrambled to his feet. Just as he was about to reach out, another massive pressure built in his bowels.

"Oh no, I..."

BANG—

Before he could finish, an even louder blast of Sword Qi erupted from Zhao Ke’s "soul gate."

The sound was so loud it startled most of the disciples nearby.

Moreover, the power of this new blast of Sword Qi was immense.

The recoil was so strong it blasted Zhao Ke directly into the sky.

"Aaaah—!"

Amidst the gasps of the crowd, Zhao Ke began a fart-propelled flight under everyone’s watchful eyes.

He obviously didn’t want to be doing this and was desperately trying to regain control and land.

But the problem was that a mysterious force had caused him to lose control completely. The Gang Qi in his body had rebelled and was now running rampant.

And the only outlet for this rampaging Gang Qi was Zhao Ke’s soul gate.

Watching Zhao Ke wail in misery as he flew around propelled by his farts, many of the disciples could no longer hold back and burst out laughing.

It wasn’t that the disciples were being insensitive; they were actually starting to wonder if Elder Zhao was just clowning around to give everyone a good laugh.

In reality, Zhao Ke’s current state had left even He Yuan completely stunned.

After a moment of stunned silence, He Yuan quickly shot into the air, intending to restrain Zhao Ke first and ask questions later.

However, the closer he got to Zhao Ke in the air, the more He Yuan couldn’t help but scrunch up his face in disgust.

There was no helping it. The stench was overwhelming.

It was hard to believe that the flatulence of a Fourth Grade Martial Artist could smell so utterly foul...

"Aaaaaah..."

BOOM—!

While He Yuan hesitated, Zhao Ke let out an even more piercing scream, followed by another explosion.

This final blast actually expelled his internal organs...

As blood and chunks of viscera rained down from the sky, no one present could laugh any longer.

The Gentleman’s Sword, Zhao Ke, had actually blasted himself to death!?

"Junior... Brother—!"

The two of them had joined the Celestial Essence Sword Sect together and had supported each other every step of the way, so He Yuan truly regarded Zhao Ke as his own flesh and blood.

Seeing Zhao Ke perish in such a bizarre and undignified manner, He Yuan was overcome with shock and rage.

At the same time, he instantly identified the culprit.

’Under normal circumstances, Zhao Ke would never have been this vulnerable. It had to be some kind of undetectable Exotic Poison that led to today’s tragedy.’

’And who else had the skill to poison Zhao Ke without him noticing, if not Zou Feng, the Poison Cultivator who just had a Demon Slaying Order issued against him?’

As He Yuan landed back on the ground, his expression was terrifyingly grim.

Meanwhile, Zou Feng, still inside the burial chamber, wore an expression of lingering fear.