Sword drawn from the constellations, poison as its edge.

Chapter 8 The Strongest Warrior of the Starry Sky Sect
Jiang Mingzhe followed Azi's gaze and saw an extremely burly, short man carrying a thick, long steel cane on his shoulder, walking over with a smile on his face.

Azi called him Eighth Senior Brother... Jiang Mingzhe's eyes flickered slightly, and he thought to himself, "Yes, this is the person who was killed by Zhaixingzi out of jealousy in the original work, but I forgot what his name was."

The short man wore a yellow robe in the style of the Xingxiu sect, with several glittering stars embroidered in gold and silver thread on the front. He had a purplish-brown gourd-shaped face, making it difficult to tell his age; he looked like he was forty or twenty. His small nose and eyes resembled a few small scars on a gourd.

He was less than 1.6 meters tall, but his shoulders were extremely broad, his arms were thicker than an average person's thighs, and his chest was bulging and his back was thick, making him look like a short, stout stone pillar.

The short man glanced at Jiang Mingzhe and chuckled, "Hehe, after much effort, I finally got Chi Yanzi to forge this steel staff for me. Look—"

As soon as he said "Look," he shrugged, and the steel staff suddenly flew more than two zhang high, landing straight on Azi and Jiang Mingzhe's heads.

The attack was extremely sudden. The staff was heavy and fell very quickly. Jiang Mingzhe had no time to react. Fortunately, Azi screamed, pushed Jiang Mingzhe away with her left hand, and jumped to the side.

Azi pushed Jiang Mingzhe with tremendous force, causing Jiang Mingzhe to stumble and fall. In a flash, the short man was already standing where Azi had just stood, catching the steel cane with ease and laughing heartily.

A flash of green light appeared on Azi's face. She bent over, clenched her fists, and shouted fiercely, "Chuchenzi, have you gone mad?!"

Jiang Mingzhe suddenly remembered that the short man was named Chuchenzi.

Chuchenzi's smile remained unchanged: "What's the big deal about a joke? Little Azi, last time you hid a snake in the toilet and bit my asshole black, did I hold it against you?"

As he spoke, his small eyes darted around, and his smile turned lewd: "Aha, are you afraid of hurting this pretty boy? Hehehe, little Azi is starting to think about men? Then don't say your eighth senior brother didn't teach you—there aren't many good pretty boys out there. The better they look, the worse their hearts are. Someone like your eighth senior brother is a real man!"

He kept making faces and winking while talking, as if a purple pumpkin was in heat, which was truly extremely ugly.

Jiang Mingzhe felt a surge of anger. How old was Azi? This idiot dared to say such despicable things. He subconsciously clenched his fist, then helplessly let go. He pursed his lips, his desire for powerful martial arts growing wildly like weeds.

Azi's expression was uncertain, and it was unclear what she was thinking. After a moment, she suddenly chuckled and pouted, saying, "Eighth Senior Brother, you dare to say that to the face of Eldest Senior Brother. I admire you. Also, I was scolding you just now for your own good. This is Master's newly accepted disciple. If you had smashed him to death, what a crime it would be to kill a new disciple who has been in the sect for less than two years. If you don't know, Eldest Senior Brother will definitely teach you a lesson."

Chuchenzi's expression changed slightly, clearly showing great apprehension towards his senior brother. He forced a smile and said, "When did I call this kid a pretty boy, and when did I call him senior brother?"

Azi clapped her hands and exclaimed, "Ah, you're saying that Senior Brother isn't as handsome or fair-skinned as him!"

Chuchenzi's face turned even more purple, and he shouted, "I didn't say that! Senior Brother, Senior Brother is wise and brave, handsome, so dashing, how can this sissy brat compare?"

In fact, although Jiang Mingzhe was handsome, his features were sharp and cold, as if carved by a knife, and he had a very masculine air, except that his skin was a bit too fair.

As soon as Chuchenzi finished speaking, someone laughed and said, "Oh my, so I have a pretty good impression of you, Eighth Junior Brother. Hehe, but this new junior brother is quite handsome. You call him effeminate, but be careful he doesn't develop powerful kung fu and come after you. Haha, haha!"

The three of them suddenly turned their heads and saw Zhaixingzi's slender figure leaping into the air not far away. After a few leaps, he disappeared into the houses and alleys, leaving only his laughter faintly echoing.

When Zhaixingzi parted ways with Azi and Jiang Mingzhe earlier, he clearly went in another direction. No one knows when he returned and even overheard their conversation.

Chuchenzi's purple face turned deathly pale as he glared at Azi and hissed through gritted teeth, "You little slut, you deliberately provoked me to offend my senior brother!"

Azi's face was also pale. Her skin was already as white as snow, but now it was completely bloodless. She said angrily, "You're talking nonsense. If I knew he was here, would I have said that he was more handsome than Senior Brother!" Chuchenzi thought about it and realized that he hadn't said that this kid was more handsome than Senior Brother. Azi was deliberately provoking him, so how could Senior Brother not understand?
But when he said that pretty boys are no good, his senior brother probably took it personally and had offended him greatly. He couldn't help but curse inwardly: You stinky bamboo pole, you slutty bamboo pole, you're clearly a pretty boy, what business is it of yours if I say pretty boys!

But remembering that his senior brother held a grudge against him, he couldn't help but shudder. He glared fiercely at Jiang Mingzhe, thinking that if it weren't for this pretty boy, how could he have offended that slutty bamboo pole?
Jiang Mingzhe saw that Chen Zi was taking his anger out on him, and sneered inwardly, but put on a surprised expression. He stared wide-eyed at the steel staff in Chen Zi's hand and muttered to himself, "So thick and so long, how much does it weigh? This senior brother, are you perhaps a divine general under my immortal master? Otherwise, how can a mortal wield such a heavy weapon?"

His voice was extremely soft, like the buzzing of a mosquito, but Chuchenzi already had a solid foundation in internal energy, and being so close, how could he not hear it?
His anger subsided considerably, and he thought to himself that although this pretty boy was ugly, his taste was damn good.

He couldn't help but snort coldly, twirling the steel staff like a straw with one hand, then lightly hoisting it onto his shoulder, his face full of arrogance.

Seeing Jiang Mingzhe putting on airs, Azi immediately understood and said with a forced smile, "Junior brother, haven't you met our eighth senior brother, Chuchenzi yet! Senior brother Chuchenzi is the strongest person in our sect. He is skilled in lightness skills and hidden weapons. Of course, his most powerful skill is his staff technique. With one strike, he can kill even an elephant."

He then said to Chuchenzi, "Master is in a hurry to catch the Six-Winged Iron Centipede and hasn't had time to give him a Taoist name yet. His own name is Jiang Mingzhe. Hmm, he's Master's fellow townsman."

"Master, a fellow villager?" Chuchenzi's expression changed slightly, and his eyes became more cautious.

Jiang Mingzhe clasped his hands in greeting: "This junior brother greets Eighth Senior Brother. On the way, I heard Senior Sister Azi say that, 'Among the thirty-six who have entered the ranks, the one with the strongest power is the first.' I originally thought that no matter how strong one is, how much more powerful can one be? But after seeing how Senior Brother wields this divine staff as if it were straw, I realized that I was indeed short-sighted. If Senior Brother had such divine strength, if he went to the imperial court to serve as an official, he would probably be immediately appointed as a Grand General. The title of the number one warrior in the world would probably not escape Senior Brother's hands."

He spoke these words with admiration and sincerity, which made Chuchenzi burst into laughter. Looking at Jiang Mingzhe again, he seemed to find him somewhat pleasing to the eye.

Nodding, he said, "This junior brother certainly has a good eye, hahaha. My steel staff is seven feet long, two and a half inches thick, and weighs one hundred and four jin. Not to mention our sect, I'm afraid no one in the martial arts world has a heavier weapon than mine, hahahaha. But I'm too lazy to be the number one warrior in the world. If I'm going to do something, I'll be the number one, number two, number three expert in the world!"

Although Jiang Mingzhe was deliberately praising him, he was still taken aback by the weight of the praise.

He deliberately asked, "As far as I know, even Guan Yu's Green Dragon Crescent Blade only weighs eighty-one jin, yet you, senior brother, can wield a weapon weighing over one hundred jin. You are unparalleled throughout history. Why are you only third?"

Chuchenzi glanced at him with great pride and said sarcastically, "You look quite clever, but you're actually a fool. The number one in the world is Master, and the number two is Senior Brother. Although I am powerful, how can I be more powerful than Master and Senior Brother? Therefore, I am the third in the world."

Jiang Mingzhe nodded repeatedly: "Not bad, not bad. Master is a god. Who in the world can compare to him? After all, Senior Brother has higher knowledge. I have learned a lot."

Chuchenzi laughed heartily, thinking: This kid only mentions Master, not Senior Brother. Could it be that he's a little resentful because Senior Brother is so thin? That would be great. If this kid offends Senior Brother, at least Senior Brother won't keep an eye on me...

Then, out of curiosity, he asked, "Which school of martial arts is Guan Yu from? To be able to wield a sword weighing over eighty pounds is quite impressive. If I have the chance, I'd like to have a match with him."

Azi interjected, "That Guan Yu isn't a martial artist, he seems to be a general of the imperial court, right? Eighth Senior Brother, let me first take Junior Brother Jiang to get his clothes and lodging, and then let him respectfully listen to your teachings."

Having just acquired a handy weapon, Chuchenzi was eager to test his skills, so he smiled and said, "Alright, you can go now. I'll visit my new junior brother when I have time."

After saying that, he turned and left. Azi rolled her eyes at his back and whispered, "Big Ginger, are you trying to flatter him to get him to go against Senior Brother? It's no use. This idiot may be strong, but he's cowardly. Your flattery was a waste of time."

Jiang Mingzhe smiled and nodded, saying nothing more, and followed Azi forward.

(End of this chapter)