Sword drawn from the constellations, poison as its edge.

Chapter 273 Deducing the Origin
Seeing Ding Chunqiu turn to ashes and Jiang Mingzhe ascend into the void, only to be forcibly pulled down by Azi, a series of bizarre changes occurred one after another, and Kumārajīva and Duan Yanqing's eyeballs almost popped out.

At this moment, Jiang Mingzhe landed on the ground with his eyes closed. Azi and Zhong Ling blamed each other while shaking Jiang Mingzhe's left and right hands. Suddenly, an invisible wave emanated from Jiang Mingzhe's body. The two women were caught off guard and cried out in surprise as they flew several feet away. Fortunately, the force was extremely gentle, and although the two women were knocked away, they were not injured.

Zhong Ling assumed that Jiang Mingzhe was blaming them for ruining his path to immortality, so she quickly defended herself, saying, "It was Zi Yatou who did the bad thing, it has nothing to do with me. If you want to beat someone, just beat her."

Before he finished speaking, a five-colored light emanated from the air around Jiang Mingzhe, illuminating several feet around him. The light then rippled and twisted, forming ever-changing patterns:
Giant centipede soaring through the sky, long snake drooping to the ground, red toad swallowing the sun, colorful scorpion hooking the moon, strange spider walking on clouds...

Everyone was stunned, wondering why such a strange sight was happening. Azi was so engrossed in watching that she couldn't help but dance around, gradually increasing the speed as she performed a set of punches and kicks.

Li Qiushui was the first to react, exclaiming in surprise, "The Qi is perfectly balanced and surging, embodying the essence of martial arts... Even my master never reached this level back then..."

After saying a few words, she suddenly stopped talking, her eyes shining as she stared intently at the patterns, and she began to gesticulate wildly.

Kumārajīva initially regarded it as a strange sight, but upon hearing Li Qiushui's words, he suddenly understood.

He thought to himself: It is said that when living Buddhas are reincarnated, if their martial arts skills are extremely high, they may be able to create thousands of images that reflect the martial arts they have learned in their lives. With the help of the spiritual light opened by the wisdom of their past lives, they can deduce the ultimate good. What virtue or ability does this kid have to be comparable to the highest living Buddha?
He was filled with jealousy and resentment, but his body betrayed him, mimicking the mannerisms of the Five Poisons by punching and kicking.

Although the others did not understand why, seeing that the two masters, Li Qiushui and Kumārajīva, were desperately trying to comprehend these patterns, who could not tell that they had encountered a rare opportunity?
Immediately, people followed suit, those who could understand studying it diligently, and those who couldn't simply copy it.

Only Duan Yanqing had a cold look in his eyes. He first looked at Jiang Mingzhe, then his gaze swept over everyone. He thought to himself: He showed his Five Poisons form and shook his head and tail. It was obviously a skill that Ding Chunqiu taught him. Azi had probably practiced it as well. So he understood it at a glance.

Well, that woman Li Qiushui and Ding Chunqiu are from the same school, and Ding Chunqiu has also learned her kung fu. Their energy and meridians are somewhat compatible, so she can gain a lot of advantages. As for Kumārajīva, that monk is frighteningly talented and has also learned the Xiaowuxiang Gong of the Xiaoyao Sect, so he can also get some benefits. As for the others, they are just copying without any real skill, which is a waste of time. Why should I waste my time? Duan Zhengchun and Duan Yu can't kill them now, so they can take advantage of these people's distraction and go to rest!
Just as Duan Yanqing was about to leave, he suddenly saw Zhong Ling stop what she was doing, cover her head and exclaim softly, "Wooden man, the patterns Brother Jiang is depicting are too profound. They make me feel nauseous. Am I not worthy to watch?"

Before Mu Wanqing could answer, Wang Yuyan interrupted, "Silly girl, what he's performing now must be the Five Elements Battle Immortal Technique passed down to him by my grandfather. I've seen him use this technique several times. Although it's extremely powerful, it's far from being perfect. I think it's because my grandfather created this technique not long ago. Although my grandfather's intentions were extremely high, the variations in moves and the flow of energy were not yet fully refined. He seems to be in a state of enlightenment right now, and he's rapidly refining and polishing it. With your abilities, if you only focus on one pattern, you might be able to barely handle it."

Wang Yuyan's words saved everyone. In fact, not only Zhong Ling, but also Li Qiushui, Kumachi, and Azi, even Duan Zhengchun felt dizzy.

Upon hearing this, everyone suddenly understood and immediately focused their attention, some looking at the venomous snake, others at the centipede, concentrating intently on one type of poisonous creature.

Duan Yu was completely unconcerned. He held Abi, wanting Xue Muhua to heal his injuries, but Xue Muhua was so engrossed in staring at the pattern that he didn't hear Duan Yu calling him several times.

Abi shook her head and smiled bitterly, "Young Master Duan, you don't need to call him Uncle Xue. This is a rare opportunity for martial artists. I won't die. Let them see it first. You should go and observe it too."

Duan Yu said unhappily, "You are so badly injured. Even if you become an immortal or a Buddha, it is not as important as healing you. I think the reason why people practice martial arts is to protect their loved ones. If we ignore your injury, it would be putting the cart before the horse."

After saying that, he picked up Abi and walked a few steps away, using his internal energy to heal her injuries, without even glancing at the patterns.

Abi stared unblinkingly at Duan Yu's somewhat dazed face, thinking to herself: It is easy to find priceless treasures, but hard to find a loving man. I always thought that I should repay the great kindness I received from the Murong family with my life, but Duan Yu has treated me with such sincerity, how can I not repay him?

Her girlish feelings were originally subtly tied to Murong Fu, and she had never known how to deal with her love for Duan Yu. Now, however, her mind was clear. When she opened her eyes, she saw no one but the dazed Duan Lang in her pupils. A gentle smile appeared on her face, and she opened her arms and gently hugged him.

Duan Yanqing was about to leave, but after hearing Wang Yuyan's words, he was moved and stopped to watch again.

He had been missing a leg for a long time and needed a cane to walk and leap. Seeing the spider's eight long legs, which resembled his cane, he felt a connection and stared at it closely. He saw the spider leaping high and low, spraying silk from its abdomen, which seemed to be a set of extremely insidious finger techniques.

Duan Yanqing possessed martial arts skills that combined righteousness and evil, but what he could truly show off was his family's One-Finger Divine Skill. However, due to his disability, he could only integrate the finger technique into his staff technique. Although its power was still considerable, it also had many limitations. But seeing the spider's movements, he suddenly gained some insight.

He thought to himself: "The One-Finger Divine Skill is righteous and powerful, with sweeping and powerful moves. Since I am already crippled, it would be too disadvantageous to fight it head-on. But if I use tricky and vicious moves, it would go against the very essence of the One-Finger Divine Skill. It would be better to reverse the technique and develop a skill that can counter the One-Finger Divine Skill but is completely opposite to it. I'll call it the One-Yin Finger Divine Skill! When I meet my ancestors after I die, I'll show them this skill and let them know that I, Duan Yanqing, am just unlucky, but not incompetent or unworthy..."

Duan Yanqing, having witnessed Ding Chunqiu's defeat and death, and having been injured by A Zi, was already overwhelmed by a chilling internal force that was difficult to eliminate. He knew that any talk of revenge and restoring his country was just a pipe dream. But at this moment, he suddenly had an inspiration in martial arts. His previously deadened heart was rekindled with heroic spirit. With a low whistle, he propped himself up with his crutches and left like the wind.

Soon after, Ah Zi burst into laughter: "I've finally mastered the Five Elements Battle Immortal Technique! Kumārajīva, you just slapped me with your superior skills, now try hitting me again!"

With the power of the Ice Silkworm, A Zi rose to prominence in one step. In terms of internal strength alone, she was enough to rank among the top ten in the world.

However, the Spirit Serpent Sword Technique and the Crimson Flame Palm Technique were ultimately not considered top-tier. The Duan Family Sword Technique was quite skillful, but it didn't quite suit A Zi's personality, so it couldn't unleash its full power.

The White Rainbow Palm Force, which could truly be called a top-tier martial art, was practiced incorrectly by her. It lost the characteristic of "the palm force being formless, winding, and unpredictable," and became merely ruthless and fierce, making it difficult to deal with truly great masters.

However, this Five Elements Battle Immortal Technique, which Jiang Mingzhe has deduced in his current state of enlightenment, has reached a state of perfection, and is much more complete and superior than the one created by Ding Chunqiu.

This martial art is based on the Five Poisons Techniques of the Xingxiu Sect. Azi is proficient in the Crimson Silent Palm, and although she is not skilled in the Centipede Claw, Ten Thousand Poisons Hand, Devouring Heaven Fist, and Soul-Destroying Finger, she still has some understanding of them. In addition, Jiang Mingzhe directly demonstrated the essence of the martial arts through graphic imagery, which is more direct and profound than any oral instruction or physical demonstration. Azi's comprehension is also extremely high. After this observation, it was as if she had received a divine transmission, and she completely mastered this unique skill.

She was originally a quirky and unpredictable person. When she awoke from her epiphany, she glanced around and saw that everyone was studying. She thought to herself, "Now that I've learned it, what are you all still learning?" She immediately challenged him, and as soon as she spoke, her fist flew towards Kumārajīva's face.

As Kumārajīva was carefully observing the wonderful performance of Jiang Mingzhe, he felt he had gained a lot and was smiling in admiration when suddenly a fist flew towards him. He quickly raised his hand to parry, but was furious and immediately launched a counterattack.

Azi was completely fearless, punching and kicking with unpredictable moves and fierce, ruthless power. Her small body burst out with terrifying energy. Facing the tall Kumārajīva, it was like Nezha fighting Vajra King, and the battle was extremely fierce.

During their battle, Jiang Mingzhe was surrounded by a burst of colorful light, and the five poisonous forms vanished in an instant. Then, a golden-armored deity seemed to step out of the void, holding a precious pestle and standing proudly. At this moment, countless evil ghosts and demons rushed in from all directions. The golden-armored deity swung the pestle and swept it away. Wherever the pestle touched, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, rivers flowed backward, and demons fled and scattered in droves.

Kumārajīva glanced around and exclaimed in surprise, "The Great Vajra Pestle! He's actually deduce the Great Vajra Pestle! Stop fighting! Stop fighting! Let's quickly go and take a good look at Young Master Jiang's insights..."

Azi knew that this monk had learned the seventy-two Shaolin arts. Now, seeing Jiang Mingzhe perform the profound meaning of the Great Vajra Pestle, she was like an official seeing money or a fly seeing blood. How could she resist?
She chuckled maliciously, "What are you looking at! This clumsy kung fu has no interest in me. And if I'm not interested, you stinking monk, don't even think about taking a peek!"

As he spoke, his punches and kicks became even more rapid, and the force of his palms caused white mist to spread, forcefully blocking Kumārajīva's vision.

This was like an old harlot wearing a chastity belt. Kumārajīva was almost driven to despair. His usually smiling face was now contorted with rage. He swung his flaming blade horizontally, trying to clear away the obstruction in front of him. However, Azi's internal energy was inexhaustible. Every time she cleared a blockage, she would immediately reseal it. Kumārajīva was so frustrated that he was forced to retreat repeatedly.

Knowing he couldn't defeat his opponent immediately, Kumārajīva had no choice but to beg for mercy: "Good girl, beautiful girl, please have mercy and let this humble monk watch before you strike, okay?"

Seeing him stumble and fall, Azi became even more smug and laughed loudly, "What kind of kindness do you mean? Although I am good and beautiful, I have not a single bit of kindness. Seeing you so unlucky and dejected makes me truly happy! If you have the guts, then defeat me again!"

Hearing Xue Muhua and the others exclaim in admiration, Kumārajīva was anxious. He shook his head and forced a smile, saying, "No, no, no, this humble monk can't beat you, Miss Azi. How about I give you all seventy-two Shaolin arts in exchange for two incense sticks' worth of skill?"

Ah Zi beamed with pride and said, "I don't want to learn those bald monks' kung fu. Hmph, it's better to master one skill than to know a thousand. I have the Xuanming Divine Palm and the Five Elements Battle Immortal Technique, why should I bother learning other kung fu? You know so many kung fu, why don't you defeat me!"

Kumārajīva's eyes darted around, and he suddenly exclaimed, "Miss Zi, now that the Starry Sky Immortal is dead, you will surely be the leader of the Starry Sky Sect. The Starry Sky Sect is within the territory of my Tubo Kingdom. How about I go back and persuade the King to appoint you as the Goddess National Preceptor? We can turn enemies into friends, and from now on, the Tubo martial arts world will follow your lead, Leader Zi!"

Azi scoffed, "You're a heartless person. You were clearly Da Shengjiang's ally before, but in the blink of an eye, you're helping others to deal with Da Shengjiang. I don't believe you."

Kumārajīva was so anxious he was about to explode with anger. He said repeatedly, "You've wronged me! You've wronged me! Ding Chunqiu gave me many secret manuals and asked me to help him deal with the Xiaoyao Sect, but he didn't mention dealing with Young Master Jiang. Young Master Jiang is a dragon among men, handsome and dashing, and unparalleled in chivalry. If anyone wants to deal with him, this humble monk will be the first to object!"

Azi laughed and stepped back, saying with a grin, "So you're a good friend after all. Then name ten good things about Big Ginger, and I won't beat you up."

Kumārajīva was overjoyed. His eyes were fixed on the image depicted by Jiang Mingzhe. He quickly said, "Young Master Jiang has so many advantages. He is skilled in martial arts, righteous, handsome, and talented... The most remarkable advantage is that he has excellent taste. There are countless beauties in the world, but Young Master Jiang only loves Miss Azi!"

Ah Zi was overjoyed upon hearing this, and with a smug look on her face, she put her hands behind her back and said, "As expected of a clever monk, what you say makes sense. You can decide for yourself!"

Zhong Ling was furious upon hearing this. Her eyes darted around, and she pulled Mu Wanqing aside to discuss, "Let's go and argue with that foreign monk and force him to say that Brother Jiang loves you and me the most."

Mu Wanqing looked up at the flying pestle and casually said, "A foreign monk could kill you with one punch. You'd better just focus on learning martial arts..."

Zhong Ling pouted and said, "When I saw that scorpion crawling around earlier, I was somewhat moved, but I don't understand this Bodhisattva Weituo at all..."

Before the words were finished, the image of Weituo suddenly vanished, and in a flash of colorful light, a large crane flew in, extending its long beak to snatch a snake. The snake leaped forward to dodge, then turned and opened its mouth to bite the crane, but the crane flapped its wings to avoid it...

Wang Yuyan perked up and exclaimed happily, "This is the Snake-Walking Crane-Flying Skill I taught him! This skill isn't that profound, so watch carefully!"

Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling stopped talking and stared intently at the image.

Kumārajīva wanted to see the Great Vajra Pestle, but it disappeared after only a short while, leaving him greatly annoyed.

Looking at the diagram before him again, he realized after a moment that the skill was limited in its level. He glared at Azi resentfully, but dared not utter a word of complaint.

He was secretly thinking: Jiang was in a very strange state at the moment, subconsciously deducing his own unique skills, but he did not know that he had already performed them. If he performs the Northern Darkness Divine Art and the Kun transforming into Peng Divine Art, I must observe carefully. Once I understand it thoroughly, who in the world will be my opponent?
Just then, the snake and crane bit tightly together, bursting into streaks of colorful light that transformed into countless giant dragons that roared and soared around Jiang Mingzhe with astonishing momentum.

(End of this chapter)