Sword drawn from the constellations, poison as its edge.

Chapter 61 The Prodigy's Son
Jiang Mingzhe chuckled and was about to deny it when he heard Duan Yu shout, "It has nothing to do with my elder brother! I fell into the canyon because this person was chasing me. I led my elder brother down there. If you want to hold someone accountable, just come to me, Duan Yu!"

Jiang Mingzhe slapped his forehead. "My brother is too honest!"

As Duan Yu spoke, he stepped out from behind the tree. The medicine from the Shennong Gang was indeed effective. In just a short time, the redness and swelling on Duan Yu's hands and face had subsided considerably, and the blisters seemed to be disappearing as well. Although his buttocks were not visible, they were likely improving as well.

The envoy nodded and smiled: "Very good."

His expression immediately turned cold, and he ordered, "Capture these two."

Duan Yu shouted, "Hey, you're such a delicate girl, how can you be so unreasonable?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than he was grabbed by the Shennong Gang members beside him, one hand pressing on the back of his neck and the other against his lumbar spine, pushing him forward.

Zuo Zimu and Xin Shuangqing drew their swords simultaneously and leaped towards Jiang Mingzhe.

Without even looking, Jiang Mingzhe moved swiftly, appearing beside Duan Yu like a ghost. With a swift move, he snapped the throats of the Shennong Gang members.

He picked up the corpse and grinned maliciously, "You like that canyon so much? I'll send you down there to take a look!"

With a flick of his arm, the corpse flew off the cliff and plummeted downwards.

He knew that these people feared Lingjiu Palace like a tiger, and since the Holy Envoy had given the order, it would definitely be a fight to the death, so he showed no mercy when he attacked.

The two sect leaders, Zuo and Xin, had just joined the sect and were eager to make contributions. They thought Jiang Mingzhe was a pushover because of his young age, but they never expected him to be so ruthless and have such frighteningly fast movements.

The two men were both shocked and furious. One shouted, "Don't you dare run away, you little thief!" while the other cursed, "You little thief, surrender now!"

They swooped in from the left and right, drawing their swords to stab.

Jiang Mingzhe moved swiftly forward, unleashing his Three Yin Centipede Claws repeatedly, using speed to counter speed, and exchanged five or six blows in an instant.

Wuliang Sword is also a famous sect in the Southern Frontier. Zuo and Xin are capable of being the two sect leaders, so their skills are naturally extraordinary. Although Jiang Mingzhe's Three Yin Centipede Claw is excellent, he is still inexperienced. In theory, he would have difficulty defeating even one of them.

But now that he has mastered the Lingbo Weibu technique, he circled around the two of them, his figure changing, sometimes forward and sometimes backward, his claw techniques insidious, sometimes probing and sometimes withdrawing, and he was able to fight them evenly despite being one against two.

Sikong Xuan watched from the sidelines, his brows gradually furrowing. He thought that while Long Aotian's martial arts were indeed quite remarkable, they didn't seem to be much better than those of the two sect leaders. Why wasn't he using his sword qi technique? Could it be that he was deliberately hiding his true abilities while surrounded?
He was struggling with whether or not to step forward to help when he heard the Holy Envoy Fu shout, "Zuo Zimu and Xin Shuangqing, step back!"

Upon hearing the order, the two men simultaneously unleashed a sword strike, and taking advantage of Jiang Mingzhe's dodge, leaped out of the battle and quickly retreated.

The talisman envoy's face was filled with murderous intent as he stared intently at Jiang Mingzhe, his voice as cold as the ice of the deepest hell.

"Good, good! The villain's lightness skill and Old Monster Ding's claw technique—these two monsters are indeed working together! You're their son, aren't you? Otherwise, why would they both pass on their ultimate skills to you at the same time?"

Sikong Xuan was shocked. He thought to himself: "No wonder this guy became a retainer of the Duan family of Tiannan at such a young age. It turns out he has a very powerful background. Even the Lingjiu Palace's talisman envoy sounded very wary."

He hurriedly said, "Envoy Fu, this kid possesses an extraordinary martial art called the Heavenly Demon God-Demon Bone-Eroding Formless Sword Qi. If you wish to capture him, please be extremely careful!"

The Holy Envoy nodded solemnly and whispered, "Sisters, form the formation!" Then, the twelve women shouted in unison, and their twelve cloaks were lifted at the same time, revealing two gleaming hand hooks in each of their hands. The Holy Envoy also took a soft whip from his waist.

Jiang Mingzhe raised his eyebrows and shouted, "People of the Boundless Sword Sect and Shennong Gang, stop watching the show! Come on, everyone! Formless Sword Qi!"

With a roar, he swung his claws fiercely, and several streams of blue-green poison gas suddenly appeared. Everyone was startled and assumed defensive postures. Jiang Mingzhe turned around, picked up Duan Yu, and ran away.

The talisman envoy realized he had been tricked, and screamed in anger, whipping Sikong Xuan with his whip: "Useless trash! If you hadn't been bragging about him, who could a mere poison gas have fooled? Chase after him!"

Sikong Xuan's face turned ashen. He reached for the short hoe at his waist and gritted his teeth, saying, "If I don't catch this little thief today, I'll bring you my head!"

The talisman sneered, "Who wants your stinking head? If he gets away, I'll feed the antidote for this year's Life and Death Talisman to the dogs."

Sikong Xuan's face turned even uglier, and he roared, "Brothers of the Shennong Gang, come with me!"

In an instant, nearly a hundred people on the mountainside behind the mountain chased after Jiang Mingzhe. The women of Lingjiu Palace, Sikong Xuan, and the two sect leaders of Wuliangjian even used their lightness skills to pursue him.

Jiang Mingzhe turned his head and glanced at it, feeling overjoyed. He thought to himself, "Now that I know the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique), it's like a gangster has a van. I can come and go as I please. Even if ten times more people chase me, they'll only be left behind eating my asses!"

Just as he was about to drift away and disappear from sight, Duan Yu cried out anxiously, "Brother, something bad has happened! That delicate-looking lady said you practice the lightness skill of a villain. Could they be traitors of the Free and Unfettered Sect? They saw that I fell into the valley but didn't die, so they will definitely try to go down and check. At that time, the fairy sister's jade statue will definitely be destroyed by them!"

Jiang Mingzhe suddenly realized that, in the original story, the two people who saw Duan Yu fall into the valley were killed by Mu Wanqing long ago. But now the situation is completely different. Once those people go down, they may discover the West Peak Hanging Sword, and the stone cave itself may also have some benefits hidden. Wouldn't they all be taken away by others?
He nodded slowly and said, "That's right! How can these people ruin my sister-in-law's home? We have no choice but to kill them all!"

Duan Yu became even more anxious upon hearing this: "No, no, no, elder brother, although I am reluctant to see the fairy sister's jade statue destroyed, it is just a jade statue after all, not the fairy sister herself. How can I let you take such a dangerous risk? There are so many of them, we can't defeat them."

Jiang Mingzhe turned his head and looked at the setting sun and the deepening twilight. He had an idea and took out the bottle of Nine Palaces Plague-Avoiding Oil that Azi had given him. He said, "Brother, poisonous miasma breeds in the mountains at night. Apply this oil to your philtrum and we will use the miasma to deal with them."

Duan Yu asked in surprise, "Really? But Wuliang Sword has lived here for so long, how could he not know?"

Although puzzled, she still applied some oil to her nose as instructed, and thoughtfully applied some to Jiang Mingzhe as well.

Jiang Mingzhe casually remarked, "They might know, but would they be willing to let such a fine sword as Wuliang Sword be forcibly subdued? They might even be planning to fight Lingjiu Palace to the death."

Duan Yu found it absurd and thought to himself, if Wuliang Sword had the courage to fight to the death, why would he surrender?

He initially wanted to criticize Jiang Mingzhe for his unreliable ideas, but then he thought: How could my elder brother, who is so intelligent, not see such a simple thing? Does he need me to point it out? He is willing to fight the enemy to the death, ultimately because he cares about the fairy sister's jade statue and former residence. Otherwise, why would he take such risks? With such a hero as my elder brother, I would have no regrets even if I died. If I were to be long-winded and hesitant, would I be worthy of being his brother?

He nodded firmly: "Yes, I bet the Left Sect Leader and the Xin Sect Leader think the same thing."

Jiang Mingzhe couldn't help but turn his head to look at Duan Yu, thinking to himself, "I know this kid is naive, but I didn't expect him to be this naive. Sigh, since we're brothers in the future, I should try to lie to him less. It's really shameful to lie to even this little fool."

He deliberately slowed his pace and pretended not to know the way, stumbling around aimlessly. The envoy was overjoyed and kept shouting and directing, and a group of people gradually surrounded Jiang Mingzhe and his companion.

(End of this chapter)