Sword drawn from the constellations, poison as its edge.

Chapter 59 Seeking Medicine at Sword Lake Palace

"Brother!" Jiang Mingzhe's figure flashed, and in the blink of an eye, he was under the tree.

Duan Yu looked pained and said with difficulty, "Brother, I just dreamt that I was walking with a fairy sister when suddenly an extremely ugly woman ran by laughing. The stench of her feet almost suffocated me. When I woke up, I couldn't breathe. I think it was some kind of poisonous insect that bit me while I was sleeping..."

In a short time, his once handsome face was swollen and red, with a string of blisters on his nose and the corners of his mouth, and his skin was a light bluish-black.

"Damn poisonous insects!"

Jiang Mingzhe's lips twitched. He was too ashamed to admit that he had been so engrossed in practicing his martial arts that he had forgotten that the other man was sleeping nearby. So he simply let the non-existent poisonous insect take the blame.

He comforted her, saying, "It's alright, it's alright, wait for me, I'll save you right away!"

Beside the small stone wall lay Jiang Mingzhe's basket, which he had taken off when the two became sworn brothers.

The basket contained various medicines extorted from the Shennong Gang. After rummaging through it, Jiang Mingzhe found a porcelain bottle with a lifelike centipede painted on it.

Sikong Xuan explained that this medicine uses buffalo horn as the main ingredient, with Pinellia ternata and Arisaema heterophyllum as secondary ingredients, and is combined with more than ten other auxiliary ingredients such as Gastrodia elata, Saposhnikovia divaricata, and Coptis chinensis. It is mixed with licorice and honey water to form pills, which are most effective in treating centipede venom. For common bites, one pill is effective.

Jiang Mingzhe knew that the centipede venom in his body was extremely potent, so he poured out half a bottle and shoved it into Duan Yu's mouth: "Don't worry, this medicine is specifically for treating centipede venom. You'll be fine after taking it."

Duan Yu dared not be negligent and swallowed it with difficulty, his eyes full of admiration: "Brother, you are truly knowledgeable. You recognized at a glance that a centipede had bitten me..."

Jiang Mingzhe smiled awkwardly, reflecting inwardly: I was so focused on cultivating poison skills that I neglected researching antidotes. If I hadn't just happened to extort money from the Shennong Gang, wouldn't Duan Yu have died at my hands?
The medicine from the Shennong Gang was indeed remarkable. Not long after Duan Yu took it, the dark aura on his face began to dissipate, and his breathing became easier. However, the redness and swelling on his face, as well as the blisters around his mouth and nose, were difficult to heal for the time being.

A moment later, Duan Yu suddenly cried out in pain, clutching his stomach and jumping up, saying, "Brother, I... I need to use the restroom!"

Then I heard a loud rumbling sound from my intestines, like muffled thunder or war drums.

Jiang Mingzhe thought to himself that buffalo horn and Coptis chinensis are both very cold in nature, and raw Pinellia ternata, which is used to fight poison with poison, is even more irritating to the stomach and intestines. The dosage I gave you was more than ten times higher, so it is normal for you to have diarrhea.

He immediately said, "It's alright, diarrhea is a way of detoxing. Go quickly and find a downwind spot!"

Duan Yu nodded repeatedly, picked up a few palm-sized leaves, and ran off.

Not long after, bang! crack! crash! A series of loud noises echoed through the valley, as if a battle had broken out.

It was early morning.

By noon, twelve such battles had been fought.

Duan Yu had lost a lot of weight; if it weren't for the Sword Lake nearby, he would probably have been dehydrated long ago.

Logically, after so many bowel movements, the remaining toxins should have been cleared out long ago. However, Duan Yu's facial swelling and redness worsened, and the blisters seemed to be spreading. Even his hands were covered in red and swollen patches, and he kept secretly scratching his buttocks, his face full of pain.

Jiang Mingzhe realized something was wrong and frowned, saying, "Something's not right. How can it be getting worse? No, you can't delay any longer. I'll carry you to find a doctor right now."

Duan Yu said with a weak and bitter smile, "Brother, where can we find a doctor in this desolate wilderness?"

Jiang Mingzhe said confidently, "Didn't the Shennong Gang attack Wuliang Mountain? They're practically doctors right here. And not just one, but a whole gang. I'll have them give you a consultation. I don't believe they can't cure you."

Duan Yu was taken aback, then waved his hands repeatedly: "Brother, you mustn't! You don't know how ruthless those people are..."

Jiang Mingzhe pressed his hand down: "Brother, you don't know, but I actually encountered them a few days ago. They pretended to be a retainer of the Duan family of Tiannan, the invincible swordsman Long Aotian, which scared them so much that they gave me this basket of medicinal herbs." Duan Yu was both amused and exasperated, muttering, "The name of the Duan family of Tiannan is actually that useful?"

Jiang Mingzhe chuckled and said, "The One-Finger Divine Skill of the Duan family of Tiannan is one of the most outstanding martial arts in the world. They are also a member of the Dali royal family, and have countless masters from Tianlong Temple as their backers. I dare not say about other places, but in the Dali area, which sect or family can compare with them?"

Duan Yu grunted twice in his throat.

He wanted to tell Jiang Mingzhe his identity as the prince of Dali, but when he thought about how he, as the son of the Duan family of Tiannan, had been chased down a cliff by a nobody from the Shennong Gang, he felt too ashamed to say it.

Jiang Mingzhe glanced at his expression and roughly guessed what he was thinking. Without saying anything, he went straight forward, picked up Duan Yu, carried the basket, and went back into the cave.

Duan Yu said anxiously, "Brother, we haven't retrieved the sword from West Peak yet."

Jiang Mingzhe said firmly, "A sword can't fly. What's wrong is that you're not getting treatment for your illness. What if something happens to you? Ten thousand swords are not worth my brother's life!"

Duan Yu, a man of deep emotions, was deeply moved upon hearing Jiang Mingzhe's words, and tears streamed down his face.

He felt secretly ashamed, thinking to himself, "My elder brother treated me so well, yet I used sweet words to trick him into learning another martial art for the sake of the fairy sister. Alas, Duan Yu, you have forgotten your duty because of lust. This is not the behavior of a good man!"
Little did he know Jiang Mingzhe's thoughts: "Searching for the Divine Sword of the Free and Unfettered Sect is such a fun thing, Azi will definitely like it. What's the point of me leaving such a well-behaved girl and taking on a younger brother?"
He unleashed his Lingbo Weibu technique, quickly passing through several stone chambers, and then rushed up the stone steps in the mountain wall. Before long, he emerged from a cave in the cliff face. With a surge of internal energy, he leaped up the cliff.

Duan Yu turned his head and looked around to determine the direction, pointing out the direction of Jianhu Palace. Jiang Mingzhe then used Lingbo Weibu to travel on the way.

Although he was carrying someone on his back and the terrain was rugged, he still moved extremely fast. Compared to his disheveled state when he fled, stumbling and falling, it was a world of difference.

Duan Yu, on Jiang Mingzhe's back, felt the wind whistling past his ears and the scenery rushing past him, which greatly surprised him.

He thought to himself that his older brother had to step on his head to get down the cliff, which showed that he must not know any light-footed skills. He and I studied the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) together, but he could not even take three or five steps, while his older brother could use it freely. His talent for martial arts was truly amazing.

Little did he know that the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) also required internal strength to be used effectively. Since he had no foundation, if he simply practiced the footwork as he did last night, taking a step and thinking, then taking a step back and pausing, allowing his blood to catch its breath, there would be no major obstacles. However, if he were to actually walk in one go, his internal meridians would inevitably become disordered.

Jiang Mingzhe was able to master it so quickly for two reasons: first, he has high comprehension and a good memory; second, the Zhou Tian Xing Su Du Jie Jing he practiced is still in the style of the Xiaoyao Sect, which is seamlessly connected with the Lingbo Weibu.

However, if it were an ordinary person, they would inevitably feel jealous if they learned slowly while their peers learned quickly. But it is difficult to have such a broad mind as Duan Yu, who only felt genuine admiration and pride.

He secretly fantasized: "My elder brother's talent is so amazing, he'll definitely master the Northern Darkness Divine Art in no time. Then I'll avenge the Fairy Sister, and she'll be overjoyed. She'll surely praise me: 'Hey, Duan Yu, you're not good at martial arts, but you have great taste!' So I'll just say, 'Yes, otherwise how could I have fallen in love with you?' Hehe..."

"Hey Hey……"

Jiang Mingzhe was startled when he suddenly heard a silly laugh behind him, thinking that Duan Yu was suffering from severe poisoning.

He quickly turned his head to look, only to see Duan Yu's swollen face covered with a foolish smile, his eyes vacant and his expression dazed, clearly his thoughts had wandered off somewhere else.

Jiang Mingzhe breathed a sigh of relief and continued on his way. Before long, he arrived at the back of the main peak of Wuliang Mountain, right on the cliff of Jianhu Lake.

A large group of people were standing in the open space ahead, including Sikong Xuan, the leader of the Shennong Gang. He stood to the side, bowing and scraping, like a servant, while a group of people wearing green cloaks stood in front of him.

Sikong Xuan pointed to the large stone wall beside the waterfall and said with great emotion, "Holy Envoys, the stone wall did indeed show traces of immortals last night. I was not the only one who witnessed it. If you do not believe me, you can ask anyone and it will be the same."

No sooner had he finished speaking than someone in the northwest corner shouted, "Chief Sikong, I've been looking for you for ages! Hurry, come and save my brothers!"

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