Sword drawn from the constellations, poison as its edge.

Chapter 209 Xiao Yuanshan's Palm

After Jiang Mingzhe and Xiao Yuanshan finished speaking, they leaped off the roof and shattered the door with a single palm strike. Just as they were about to enter, Jiang Mingzhe hurriedly called out, "Uncle, please have mercy!"

With a leap, he glided down like a large bird, covering several meters in a flash, and landed beside Xiao Yuanshan. Looking into the house, he saw an elderly couple, dressed simply, their faces filled with horror, trembling as they looked towards the door.

Seeing that Jiang Mingzhe's lightness skill was indeed outstanding, Xiao Yuanshan exclaimed, "What superb skills!"

He immediately frowned and said, "You call me uncle, yet you want to stop me from taking revenge?"

Jiang Mingzhe said, "How can we not avenge such a deep-seated blood feud? But every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt its debtor. These two old people are complete strangers to you and know nothing about the Battle of Yanmen Pass. How could they possibly have any grudge against you?"

He pointed at Qiao Sanhuai and his wife, and said earnestly, "To be honest, they raised Brother Xiao to adulthood, ensuring your son never suffered from hunger, cold, or lack of care. Tell me, is this an act of kindness or enmity?"

Xiao Yuanshan said with a fierce face, "If it weren't for that old dog Xuanci harming me, how could my son have lost his parents? They just said they would tell Feng'er that the Khitan child was already dead, and that Feng'er was their own son!"

Jiang Mingzhe smiled wryly and said, "Uncle, let me be so bold as to analyze this for you. There are actually several things involved. The first is the grudge against Xuanci. Regardless of whether he was deceived when he led people to Yanmen Pass to ambush you and your aunt, he was the leader, and we must seek revenge against him."

"As for these two old folks..." Jiang Mingzhe pointed into the room: "Although they did not give birth to my brother Xiao, they did raise him. If you kill them with your own hands, it will be the same as killing his father and mother for my brother Xiao. It was his own father who did it, so he will never be able to take revenge. Uncle, are you going to drive my brother Xiao crazy with all this grief and frustration? Anyway, Xiao Feng and Xiao Feng sound pretty much the same."

Xiao Yuanshan was stunned for a moment, his eyes darting around. His originally extremely bold appearance, coupled with his eccentric expression, made him look indescribably strange.

After a while, he raised his eyebrows and said smugly, "I've got it! I'll kill them, and you can pretend you didn't see anything. We won't tell my son, and that'll do."

Jiang Mingzhe hadn't expected him to be so stubborn. He sighed and patiently said, "Uncle, your continued existence is a great blessing for Brother Xiao. You and your son can reunite, settle scores, and avenge each other. After all the grudges are settled, you can go together to pay respects to my aunt's grave, so she can be happy for you in the afterlife. Wouldn't that be better? Why create more bloodshed and cause your son, my brother, grief?"

His words came from the heart, and Xiao Yuanshan's expression shifted as he listened in silence. Suddenly, the old woman, protected behind Qiao Sanhuai, said, "Brother, you are Feng'er's biological father, aren't you? If it's for Feng'er's sake, you should leave. If others believe Feng'er is a Khitan, everyone will look down on him..."

When she suddenly said these words, Jiang Mingzhe thought to himself that Xiao Feng's adoptive mother was just a peasant woman who only had eyes for the world. She only knew that Khitans would be looked down upon, so she was unwilling to let her beloved son bear this identity. But she didn't think about how she could say these words in front of Xiao Yuanshan.

Before he could interrupt, Xiao Yuanshan, his face contorted with rage, roared, "He is a Khitan! So what if he's a Khitan? You Song people are useless in battle, yet you love to play these underhanded tricks! If I don't kill you all, Feng'er will always remember that he was raised by the Song people, and he'll never be able to be a proper Khitan! Die!"

After roaring, he moved to enter the house and kill someone, but Jiang Mingzhe was already on guard. He shifted his feet and used the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) to rush out and block the doorway. He said urgently, "Uncle, listen to me..."

Xiao Yuanshan, now enraged, roared, "Shut up! Wait until I beat them to death, then I'll listen to you slowly."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and grabbed at Jiang Mingzhe. Jiang Mingzhe neither dodged nor retreated, but used a "wrist-entangling" move to block Xiao Yuanshan's hand. He smiled bitterly and said, "Uncle, I am here today, and I must persuade you to stay. How about we go have a drink first?"

Xiao Yuanshan roared, "Hmph, since you're Feng'er's brother, why do you only help his fake parents and ignore his real father? But I'm determined to kill them today, and I don't believe you can stop me! If you don't get out of my way, don't blame me if you get hurt."

Seeing his sudden surge of arrogance, Jiang Mingzhe knew a fight was inevitable and was also ignited with fighting spirit. He laughed heartily, "Very well! I've heard from Monk Zhiguang and Zhao Qiansun about the great battle at Yanmen Pass that day, where Old Man Xiao's divine skills were invincible and his might shook the scene. I've long admired it, so please forgive my rudeness today and let me experience Old Man Xiao's unparalleled skills!" Xiao Yuanshan nodded and said, "What an arrogant brat! With such arrogance, you're worthy of being brothers with my son. But you can't escape this beating today!"

Raise your right palm and slowly push it forward.

His palm strike was extremely slow; even a three-year-old child could easily dodge it. But as his palm pushed forward, the air emitted a faint crackling sound, and at the same time, a pressure, like an invisible wall, slowly pressed forward.

An expert can tell a lot just by looking at their work.

To understand the ins and outs of boxing, it's actually similar to rapping. It seems like the faster you go, the more impressive you are, but only those who are truly fast enough understand that going slow is actually more difficult than going fast!
Only someone with unparalleled control over their body, techniques, and internal energy can deliver such a slow palm strike.

As soon as this palm technique was revealed, Jiang Mingzhe could tell how powerful it was. There were probably no more than ten people in the world who could deliver such a palm strike, maybe even only three or five. At least Jiang Mingzhe himself knew he couldn't do it.

However, fighting, like all sports, is not a competition based solely on technical skills.

Although Jiang Mingzhe cannot use such a palm technique, it does not mean that it cannot be broken.

He went to Shaolin Temple tonight, but he never expected to run into someone like Xiao Yuanshan, who is elusive and rarely seen.

What he was really looking for was the number one expert in Tianlong, and a strong contender for the title of number one expert in the metal element, the nameless old monk in the Sutra Pavilion.

Since his battle with Li Qiushui, Jiang Mingzhe has clearly realized the gap between himself and the old monsters. Although the nameless old monk is kind and gentle, Jiang Mingzhe expects that the other party will not attack him. However, if they do fall out and fight, Jiang Mingzhe has also thought of ways to escape unscathed.

The nameless old monk actually didn't use many techniques, but his extremely skillful lightness skills and extremely skillful internal energy, especially his external qi barrier, were truly amazing.

At this moment, Xiao Yuanshan slowly pushed forward with one palm, condensing his qi into a wall, which was quite similar to the nameless monk's three-foot qi wall. Both used powerful internal force to cover the entire surface, and both moved slowly.

So the method that Jiang Mingzhe had previously devised was put to use here.

Jiang Mingzhe observed Xiao Yuanshan's expression and slowly pushed out a palm. Xiao Yuanshan frowned. This palm strike was all show and no substance. How could he not see that?

Just as he was wondering what was going on, Jiang Mingzhe's palm touched the wall of energy that Xiao Yuanshan had pushed out. Xiao Yuanshan's body trembled, and he was shocked to find that the palm force he had condensed and released was constantly disappearing along Jiang Mingzhe's palm!
Beiming Divine Art!

Logically speaking, the Beiming Divine Skill can only absorb a person's internal energy when there is physical contact between the two parties. However, when dealing with the Manggu Toad, Jiang Mingzhe used this skill to absorb the poisonous gas released by the Manggu Toad. He then realized that the upper limit of this skill is extremely high. As long as the internal energy released by the opponent is not fast enough, and he has time to circulate the skill, he can absorb it all.

(End of this chapter)