Sword drawn from the constellations, poison as its edge.

Chapter 101 Opening All Fire Acupoints
Jiang Mingzhe hurriedly led Duan Zhengchun to the main house. Azi was sitting alone on the ground. When she saw Jiang Mingzhe finally return, she pouted and glared, almost turning into a goldfish with anger.

Duan Zhengchun was a master of acupressure, and his finger techniques were the same as Duan Yanqing's. He pressed his finger against Azi's neck for a moment and then said angrily, "That old man is ruthless. He was afraid that the acupressure point would release on its own, so he used bone-penetrating force. Luckily we arrived early. If we had really arrived on the third day, even if the acupressure point was released, we would still have suffered extremely serious internal injuries."

Jiang Mingzhe knew nothing about acupressure techniques, but upon hearing how serious it sounded, he immediately became worried and hurriedly asked, "Uncle, is it possible to undo it?"

Duan Zhengchun was immediately displeased and glanced at him sideways, saying, "My Duan family's One Yang Finger, if we only talk about the power of the finger technique, how many top finger techniques in the world can compare with it? But if we talk about releasing acupoints and unblocking meridians, and treating internal injuries, few martial arts in the world can surpass it! Come, help this child up and turn the Du meridian outward."

Jiang Mingzhe quickly scooped up Azi under his arms and held her facing him.

Duan Zhengchun took a deep breath, regulated his breathing, and after a moment, slowly raised his right finger.

There was nothing on his fingers, but judging from his strained appearance, it seemed as if he were carrying hundreds of pounds of weight.

"Drink!" Duan Zhengchun shouted, squatted down in a horse stance, and thrust out a finger.

Azi's body trembled, and Jiang Mingzhe felt a jolt like an electric current travel from Azi into his body. He quickly suppressed the Beiming Divine Art that was being activated in response to the shock.

"Whoa!" "Ha!" "Hey!" "Eek!"

Duan Zhengchun shifted his posture, his body rising and falling, stabbing out with his fingers one by one, while shouting and yelling incoherently.

At that moment, Zhong Ling came in arm in arm with Gan Baobao, and both of them were stunned.

Jiang Mingzhe was also dumbfounded. Duan Zhengchun looked imposing and noble, and his every move was full of style. But seeing him release Azi's acupoints at this moment, it was hard to tell whether it was because his skills were not up to par and he was just showing off, or for some other reason. It was really a big fuss!
Each time a finger is touched, the breath must be readjusted, the energy must be channeled, and the finger must be lifted, with the intervals becoming increasingly longer.

After pointing with his fingers, Duan Zhengchun pressed his fingers together again to probe the side of Azi's neck. He frowned, shook his head, and said nothing more. He then channeled his energy and raised his fingers again.

"Yo!" "Whoosh!" "Swoosh!" "Hey!"

With these few fingers, he practically jumped and leaped, using his whole body to generate force with his fingers, his hair swaying back and forth, his leather boots stomping loudly, and his shouts growing louder and louder, attracting Zhong Wanchou and the four guards.

"Hey!" "Ah!" "Whoosh!" "Shh!" "Whoa!" "Roar!" "Baa!"

Duan Zhengchun extended his fingers a few more times, beads of sweat the size of soybeans appearing on his forehead, his face covered in sweat.

Zhong Ling covered her mouth tightly, her whole body trembling violently, clearly trying her best to hold back her laughter.

Gan Baobao glared at her daughter and whispered, "What are you laughing at? He's using his profound internal energy to save people. Look, every time he extends his finger, it's coordinated with different breathing, so the force of each finger is completely different. You're not observing this opportunity properly, all you do is laugh like an idiot!"

Zhong Ling nodded repeatedly, trying hard to control her laughter, and said pitifully, "I... I wasn't laughing..."

Before he finished speaking, Duan Zhengchun jumped up and shouted, "Ouch!" He pointed a finger, "Hoo-ha hoo-ha!" He lifted one leg and pointed another finger, "Ooh!" He jumped up, turned around, and pointed another finger.

Zhong Ling murmured something, then quickly covered her mouth, afraid her mother would scold her, and turned around and started shaking violently.

After these three finger strikes, Duan Zhengchun's hair and beard were soaked, as if he had been pulled out of the water, and his face was deathly pale.

He muttered to himself, "No way, this shouldn't be happening. Is that old man really that powerful? It's just a bone-penetrating acupoint striking technique. I should have been able to break free of it long ago. Am I really that much weaker than him? Damn it, damn it..."

He shook his head, took a deep breath, regulated his breathing for a moment, and then raised his finger again. But the finger seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds. Several times he tried to lift it, but he could only lift it halfway before it fell back down.

Gan Baobao's eyes were filled with heartache. She gripped her clothes tightly with both hands, and after holding back for a while, she finally couldn't help but shout, "Stop! Have you forgotten what you told me? Your One-Finger Divine Skill needs to be cultivated to at least the fourth rank to forcibly open up a person's meridians and acupoints. You, you philandering scoundrel, do you even have such a high level of cultivation? Who is this little girl to you that she's worth you risking your life to save her?"

Everyone was shocked to hear this, except for the four guards who looked worried. They had obviously known about this beforehand, but they also knew about the relationship between Azi and Duan Zhengchun, so they did not dare to offer any advice.

Zhong Ling turned around in surprise, her smile gone. She had been laughing so hard she almost fainted because Duan Zhengchun's actions were comical and his shouts were strange, but now she realized that he was actually fighting desperately.

Duan Zhengchun shook his head, but a smile appeared on his face. Zhong Wanchou's face turned ashen, thinking that Duan Zhengchun was happy because his wife cared about him. Jiang Mingzhe, however, realized that Duan Zhengchun was happy because he was fulfilling his responsibilities as a father.

Duan Zhengchun lowered his head, took a deep breath, his chest and abdomen bulged, but he did not exhale. After a short while, his face turned red, and his wet hair emitted wisps of white smoke, clearly indicating that he had pushed his internal energy to its limit.

"Stop right now!"

Gan Baobao completely broke down, grabbed Duan Zhengchun's hand, and shook her head desperately, saying, "How can you be such a fool? Are you going to give up decades of cultivation for some unrelated girl? Stop, stop!"

Zhong Wanchou was extremely anxious. He wished that Duan Zhengchun would break all his meridians and die, or at least be crippled.

She quickly stepped forward and pulled Gan Baobao along, saying, "Madam! Prince Duan is acting chivalrously, why are you meddling in his affairs?"

Gan Baobao, who was seething with anger, suddenly turned around and slapped Zhong Wanchou across the face, shouting at the top of her lungs, "Get out of my way!"

After saying that, he pushed him with both hands. Zhong Wanchou was caught off guard and fell flat on his back, just like a turtle basking in the sun. He sat on the ground and stared blankly at Gan Baobao.

"father!"

Zhong Ling exclaimed in surprise and rushed to help Zhong Wanchou, angrily saying, "Mother, how could you hit my father for another man!"

Gan Baobao glanced at the two of them with a very complicated expression, then turned her head and continued to pull at Duan Zhengchun: "Duan Lang, stop right now, I won't allow you to save this girl!"

Duan Zhengchun's face darkened. He had finally mustered his strength, but Gan Baobao almost managed to scatter it.

He knew that with his skill level, if this breath dissipated, it would be difficult to gather it again within a year or two.

In a fit of anger and frustration, he gritted his teeth, swung his left hand, and slapped Gan Baobao across the face, knocking her to the ground.

In his haste, he didn't care about controlling his strength, and this slap was even harder than the one from Zhong Wanchou.

Gan Baobao had a handprint on one side of her face and stared blankly at Duan Zhengchun, just like Zhong Wanchou stared blankly at her!
Jiang Mingzhe was also stunned, thinking to himself, "Are these people filming a melodramatic short drama? If Zhong Wanchou were to be reborn and return to the day he marries Gan Baobao, I would be willing to pay to watch it!"

Just then, Duan Zhengchun shouted, "Du'er!" and pointed with all his might at A'Zi's Mingmen acupoint.

Azi spat out a mouthful of black blood, which landed directly on Jiang Mingzhe's chest.

Jiang Mingzhe was startled, but then he saw Azi jump around energetically a few times, hug him tightly, tilt her head back with shining eyes, and give him a bright, mischievous smile.

"Big ginger, hahahahahaha, I, Bai Suzhen, have perfected my demonic arts! I have opened all seventy-three fire-elemental acupoints! Hahahahahaha! Let me calculate, I originally opened eleven acupoints, and then opened four more along the way, that's fifteen. Seventy-three minus fifteen, hmm, hmm..."

Jiang Mingzhe's expression changed slightly, and he said in a low voice, "Fifty-eight."

"Yes, yes, yes! Big Ginger, you're so smart! Fifty-eight acupoints!" Azi cheered repeatedly, "This old man opened up fifty-eight acupoints for me in one go, hahaha!"

Jiang Mingzhe's expression grew increasingly grim as he stared at Azi and said, "He desperately helped you release your acupoints, and you actually took the opportunity to use his true energy to open your own acupoints?"

Ah Zi said smugly, "That's right, I'm smart, aren't I! Let me tell you..."

She was so excited that she didn't notice Jiang Mingzhe's expression and reached out to pull his ear to her mouth.

He whispered, "This trick of guiding external energy to the acupoints is a skill from the Huagong Dafa. My master told me about it many years ago when he was drunk. He said he originally wanted to write it into the secret manual of the Dujie Jing, but then he thought, what kind of fool would sacrifice himself for others? Hehe, I'm afraid he never expected that I would meet such a big fool!"

(End of this chapter)