Sword drawn from the constellations, poison as its edge.

Chapter 41 is only missing a Divine Wood King Cauldron.

Jiang Mingzhe nodded, circulated his inner energy a few more times, and stretched out his palm. Azi poured a little of the poisoned blood from the jade bowl into his palm.

He placed his palm below his lower abdomen, covered it with his other hand, closed his eyes, and circulated his internal energy to absorb the poisonous blood from his palm. He felt a sticky, long, and resilient energy flow into his body.

Wherever it passed, the poison seemed to seep into the meridians and take root. I quickly accelerated my cultivation technique, forcibly carrying this energy forward and directing it into the metal-element acupoints.

Azi squatted to the side, watching nervously. She saw Jiang Mingzhe's hands emerge with streaks of bluish-black energy, which quickly moved upwards and disappeared into his sleeves.

Before long, he opened his eyes and smiled, then stretched out his hand again. His palm was clean, without a trace of blood.

Azi cheered, "Amazing! You actually absorbed all the poisonous blood! It's true that using your own blood to dissolve poison is more effective than using someone else's!"

He then said thoughtfully, "However, in this way, the amount of poison incorporated each time is probably quite large. If it weren't for your innate poisonous constitution, anyone else would likely suffer a qi deviation if they incorporated poison in this way."

Jiang Mingzhe was a little confused and quickly asked for clarification. Azi explained in detail, and it took Jiang Mingzhe a long time to understand.

It turns out that the poison-dissolving method in the "Scripture of the Celestial Constellations' Tribulation Crossing" is not the most advanced method of the Constellation Sect. Compared to the "Great Power Dissolving Technique" which only Ding Chunqiu has mastered, it is much less efficient.

In Jiang Mingzhe's understanding, if a snake's venom potency is 1, after mixing with human blood to form venomous blood, the venom potency drops to 0.5. When the poison is neutralized using the method of the Tribulation Crossing Sutra, a large blood scab will be left on the palm. The venom potency that is actually integrated into the body is only about 0.1 or 0.2.

The reason for the distinction between 0.1 and 0.2 is that some people feel they cannot bear the poison after it has been absorbed to a certain extent, and they can only perform the exercise again after the poison has been completely absorbed into their acupoints. However, some people are born with the ability to absorb more. This is due to their different innate aptitude. Therefore, although Jiang Mingzhe's "self-blood poison absorption" is effective, it is difficult for others to imitate.

However, the Great Method of Dissolving Poison can integrate all the poisonous blood into the body, so the amount of poison integrated is only 0.5, which is far superior to the Tribulation Crossing Scripture.

At the same time, Azi also had a guess: the Divine Wood King Cauldron held by Ding Chunqiu could cause poisonous insects to actively inhale human blood and then expel it with the help of the cauldron's power. The toxicity contained in this blood was far greater than the toxic blood squeezed out after a person was bitten. According to Jiang Mingzhe's calculation, it was at least 0.8. Adding the absorption efficiency of the Dissolving Power Technique itself, it was equivalent to the disciples absorbing 0.1 or 0.2 toxicities per practice session. Ding Chunqiu's efficiency was four or eight times that of the disciples per practice session.

Moreover, with the Divine Wood King Cauldron in hand, Ding Chunqiu can easily capture a large number of rare and exotic poisons, which is a huge advantage that his disciples cannot match. All things considered, if everyone practices the same skills, the gap between Ding Chunqiu and his disciples will only widen.

At this point, Jiang Mingzhe finally understood why Ding Chunqiu dared to establish such a cruel school rule: he knew that no matter how talented or diligent a disciple was, he would never have the chance to surpass his master.

But now...

Jiang Mingzhe rubbed his hands together, a hint of smugness in his eyes.

Although his cultivation technique was not as good as the Huagong Dafa, he innovatively chose to use his own blood to cultivate, which also allowed him to absorb 100% of the poison power in the blood. At the same time, with his innate poison body, he would not suffer from adverse effects from absorbing too much poison power.

Based on this calculation, the difference between Jiang Mingzhe and Ding Chunqiu is merely one Divine Wood King Cauldron.

"Come on, let's continue!"

Jiang Mingzhe fully understood the reasoning behind it and was no longer worried. He urged Azi to speak, and Azi did not hesitate to pour a little more poisonous blood into his palm.

After several attempts, the poisonous blood that had been forced out earlier had been completely absorbed into the acupoints. Jiang Mingzhe laughed loudly, stood up, and assumed the stance of the Three Yin Centipede Claw. He circulated his inner energy, and a faint bluish-black aura appeared on his three fingers. He casually made a few moves, and the bluish aura left a shadow in the air as a strange, fishy smell permeated the cave.

"Hahahaha, congratulations on mastering the Great Ginger Divine Skill!" Azi, who was used to being immersed in poisons, naturally didn't care about these unpleasant smells. She jumped up and down laughing, and pretended to bow to Jiang Mingzhe.

Jiang Mingzhe laughed and said, "If it weren't for Senior Sister's help, I don't know when I would have been able to successfully dissolve the poison. As for the so-called mastery of divine skills, Senior Sister is not afraid of flattering me to the point of being delusional. My claw technique can only be said to have initial power. Come on, let me continue to dissolve the poison!" Jiang Mingzhe gave the middle finger.

Next is the ring finger, then the other index finger, middle finger, ring finger...

Moreover, with experience, he was able to endure the centipede's venom injections for longer and longer periods of time.

Before they knew it, it was midnight. When Jiang Mingzhe stretched out his little finger, the six-winged centipede weakly bit him, then drooped its head with a thud. It had exhausted its venom and died from depletion of its essence.

The seven metal-attribute acupoints that Jiang Mingzhe had previously opened were not enough, so he opened three more on the spot, leaving Azi dumbfounded. She pouted and almost cried.

According to Azi, usually, when the poison is fully stored in a single orifice, it would take at least a hundred or so ordinary poisons.

Jiang Mingzhe used only one centipede to accumulate the venomous power of nine and a half orifices, so one can imagine how powerful this six-winged iron centipede is.

The two had traveled all day, and then fought and poisoned each other. Even though they were martial arts practitioners with boundless energy, they were exhausted. They added some more fire to the hearth and fell asleep back to back.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Mingzhe blinked impatiently, opened his eyes slightly, and was immediately blinded by the sunlight, turning his head away. He then realized that he was sleeping on the ground.

"Senior Sister!" Jiang Mingzhe called out softly, got up and walked out of the cave. He saw Azi carrying a water jug ​​and walking slowly towards him. She said with a smile, "You're awake. Go rinse your mouth and wash your face. Come back, eat something, and then we'll set off."

Jiang Mingzhe nodded, walked to the riverbank in a daze, scooped up water and splashed it on his face. The river water was icy cold, and Jiang Mingzhe was jolted awake. After washing up, he returned to the cave. Azi handed him some dry biscuits, and the two of them ate them with hot water and then filled the gourd.

At this moment, Azi put on gloves, took out the little ginger that was still sleeping, rubbed a little yellow powder in front of its nose, and the little ginger sneezed and immediately opened its eyes.

Azi picked up the corpse of the six-winged iron centipede and handed it to Xiaoshengjiang. Xiaoshengjiang grabbed it and was about to chew it when he suddenly stopped. He looked at it in disbelief and sniffed it. Then, he raised his little hand and threw the dead centipede at Azi's face, crying out in grievance.

"Hey! If you don't want to eat, fine, but how dare you hit me!" Azi was careless and failed to dodge, so she jumped up and down in anger and cursed loudly. Little Ginger also kept barking, and the two of them, one big and one small, seemed to be cursing each other. Jiang Mingzhe watched and laughed heartily.

Azi angrily shoved it back into the compartment: "Fine, don't eat it then! Let you starve to death! Big ginger, let's go!"

After leaving the cave, the two traveled south along the Zhaqu River for more than twenty miles when a mountain peak suddenly rose up in front of them.

The mountain is about twenty or thirty feet high and is located among a series of mountain ridges, which is nothing special. However, while the surrounding mountains are covered with greenery, this mountain is barren, with only jagged rocks and a layer of dark blue mist.

Behind Jiang Mingzhe, Xiao Sheng Jiang shouted excitedly, and A Zi also showed joy: "We've arrived at Centipede Ridge!"

After saying that, he pulled Jiang Mingzhe and ran there. When they stopped at the foot of the mountain, Jiang Mingzhe realized that the wild grass that stretched all the way to the ground stopped abruptly here, revealing the dark soil in front of them, as if someone had drawn a circle around the mountain.

Azi took out the corpse of the six-winged iron centipede and said to Little Ginger with a grin, "I offered it to you but you wouldn't eat it. Now you can't have any even if you want to!"

After saying that, he tossed the dead centipede to the foot of the rocky hill.

A moment later, the entire stone mountain seemed to come alive, with a loud rustling sound. Centipedes emerged from the cracks in the rocks, some as long as a forearm, others only an inch or so. They were black or red, gold or blue, some with red heads and golden horns, others with black bodies and blue feet. They were all different shapes and colors, like a colorful tide sweeping towards the corpse of the six-winged iron centipede.

(End of this chapter)