Sword drawn from the constellations, poison as its edge.

Chapter 259 Ice Silkworm's Cold Poison
"Highly respected?" Azi laughed loudly upon hearing this: "Hasn't it spread throughout the martial arts world yet? That highly respected old bald monk had a child with the wicked Ye Erniang. The old monk himself admitted it in front of all the heroes of the world. You fat monk, are you deaf? How could you not know such a funny and important matter?"

The monk refused to believe it, but when he glanced at Jiang Mingzhe and the others, he saw that none of them showed any unusual expression. He couldn't help but think, if this little vixen was talking nonsense, her companions wouldn't be so calm about such a huge lie. Could it be that this matter is actually true?
After frowning and pondering for a moment, he still felt that this matter was too unbelievable, and shook his head and said, "Impossible. Putting aside Abbot Xuanci's matter, there are countless masters in the temple. How could that giant ginger possibly have scattered the Shaolin Temple? Even if ginger became a spirit, it wouldn't be that powerful."

Azi wasn't angry. Just as she was about to explain things to him in detail, several beggars suddenly came from the side of the path. They carried cloth bags on their backs, some with four bags and some with three. They seemed to be junior disciples of the Beggar Clan, all in their early twenties.

Ah Zi was overjoyed and turned around to call out, "Little beggars, you're from the Beggars' Sect, right? Look at this fat monk, he's the high monk Fatty Master from Shaolin Temple. Tell him what's been happening at Shaolin Temple lately."

Zhong Ling chuckled and looked at Wang Yuyan, saying, "So it's Master Feifei. You and the chubby girl seem to have quite a connection!"

Wang Yuyan was furious and about to retort when she heard the Beggars' Sect members say menacingly, "You little slut, who are you calling a beggar? Knowing we are the masters of the Beggars' Sect, how dare you sit on your horse and talk to us?"

One of them glared at Jiang Mingzhe and Duan Yu and shouted, "You two pretty boys, you look like womanizers! Our gang is known for its chivalry, how could we let you get away with this? Quickly confess how you lured these five beautiful young women!"

Duan Yu exclaimed in surprise, "Second Brother, how have the Beggars' Sect disciples become like this? It's one thing to be shameless and unreasonable, but have they also lost all sense of propriety?"

Jiang Mingzhe said calmly, "Not everyone can have such discernment. These people have been practicing for several years, but they have never seen any real masters. I'm afraid even their own elders are just people who have been in the gang for a long time."

Seeing that they were talking to themselves and completely disregarding them, the beggars were furious. They shouted, "Hmph, just because they ride a horse and have a few girls, they think they're superior to us? Brothers, tear them off, rip off their nice clothes, and let's see what they're so smug about."

After saying that, the group rushed forward. Jiang Mingzhe stretched out his finger and used the Canhe Finger technique. Several beggars, who were about ten feet apart, fell to the ground one after another, exclaiming in surprise, "Sorcery! Sorcery!"

Some of the smarter ones realized they had messed with a tough nut to crack and immediately cried out, "Sir, spare us! Sir, spare us! We were blind! We'll never do it again!"

The fat monk standing to the side was utterly shocked and exclaimed, "Invisible finger force, injuring people mid-air!"

Ah Zi said smugly, "As expected of a Shaolin monk, your eyesight is quite good. Impressive, isn't it? Hehe, you'll get a taste of my finger too!"

As he spoke, he pointed a finger at the fat monk, who jumped to the side in fright, his entire body of fat trembling like waves.

Azi found it amusing and deliberately snapped angrily, "You dare to dodge? I'll poke you! I'll poke you again!"

In truth, her sudden, random taps and strikes emitted no force whatsoever. But seeing Jiang Mingzhe's extraordinary skill at such a young age, the monk dared not underestimate Azi. He immediately jumped left and right, repeatedly shouting, "Female Bodhisattva, please have mercy!"

Zhong Ling couldn't contain her anger when she saw the coward. Seeing that A Zi was amusing the fat monk, she immediately joined the bullying side, pointing her finger out and shouting, "Take my finger too!"

The poor monk had just jumped away and landed when he suddenly saw Zhong Ling's finger thrust out. He tried to dodge, but his body wouldn't obey him. His large frame twisted and he fell sideways to the ground. Zhong Ling laughed loudly, "Little Zi, did you see that? My invisible finger force knocked him down!"

As they spoke, the monk's face turned pale, and a layer of white frost visibly formed all over his body. Zhong Ling was both surprised and delighted, and exclaimed softly, "Azi, Azi, look! It seems I've really mastered some kind of divine skill?"

Ah Zi, however, had sharp eyes and saw it clearly: when the fat monk fell, he had landed on a gourd at his waist.

The gourd was wrapped in layers of cotton cloth, so it shouldn't have been easily broken. However, the monk's belly was too big and his body was too heavy. The gourd was also unusually brittle, so it was crushed to pieces, and a silkworm about two inches long fell out with a thud.

The silkworm was plump and strong, its body pure white and translucent, with a slight bluish tinge, and even its internal organs could be faintly seen.

The silkworm seemed to be quite intelligent. It raised its head, turned halfway around, and then turned and fled to a deserted place. It was extremely fast and had already crawled several feet away in the blink of an eye. Wherever it passed, the green grass was scorched black, as if it had been burned by a raging fire. At the same time, the air was filled with a great chill.

Azi was both surprised and delighted, and exclaimed, "Big Ginger, look! I've caught the king of poisonous creatures!"

As he spoke, he put on stingray-skin gloves, leaped off his horse, and chased after the silkworm.

Ice silkworm!

Jiang Mingzhe hadn't read the original novel in detail, but he remembered that the Ice Silkworm was supposed to have been discovered in a temple near Nanjing in the Liao Kingdom. He never expected that the fat monk with the big belly in front of him was the original owner of the Ice Silkworm!
I thought to myself, no wonder this person looks like he's about to freeze to death. He must have just obtained the Ice Silkworm and brought it back from the Kunlun Mountains. It must have been exposed to the cold all the way, and then somehow he ended up staying at a temple in Nanjing, the capital of the Liao Dynasty...

A thought flashed through his mind, but his movements were swift. Like a large bird, he leaped from the saddle, catching up with Azi and stopping her: "This silkworm is no ordinary creature; be careful not to get poisoned!"

Azi, however, didn't take it to heart. She stepped past Jiang Mingzhe and said with a grin, "Have you forgotten who taught you how to catch poisonous creatures? I have dragon skin gloves, what am I afraid of!"

Seeing her enthusiasm and knowing the power of the gloves, Jiang Mingzhe stayed by her side to protect her. Although the silkworm was fast, it was still too small. Azi used all her lightness skills and finally caught up with it from more than 30 feet away. With a loud "quack", she reached out and grabbed the ice silkworm!
Overjoyed at her success, Azi turned around and raised her hand high, pinching the silkworm between her thumb and forefinger, and laughed, "Got it! Ah!"

Before she could finish speaking, her voice turned into a scream, and the smile on her face instantly turned into a cry. The silkworm twisted its head and bit down hard on Azi's thumb. The fish-skin glove, which was usually invincible, crumbled like ashes at the bite point, revealing her fair fingertip, which was tightly bitten by the silkworm!
Azi felt a sudden, intense chill surge into her body. She quickly tried to circulate her internal energy to resist, but her power vanished as soon as it rose, the cold rapidly spreading throughout her body. Terrified, she cried out, "Big Ginger, help me..."

Before he could finish speaking, he collapsed, and a cloud of white frost instantly covered his entire body.

Just now, the fat monk was only startled by the cold air when the ice silkworm escaped, and he froze into a ball. Now, when Azi was bitten by it, the poison was more than a hundred times more potent. Even with the internal energy of the Xingxiu Sect, she could not neutralize it in time and was poisoned to the ground.

Jiang Mingzhe leaped forward and hugged Azi. He trembled as if he were hugging a block of ancient ice. He was secretly alarmed and instinctively tried to tear off the ice silkworm to convert the poison for Azi.

However, just as he raised his hand, a thought suddenly struck him. He thought to himself, "My martial arts have reached this level. Even if I absorb this ice silkworm, can I still ascend to immortality? But these women are all infatuated with me. How can I not consider their feelings? Perhaps I should..."

(End of this chapter)