Sword drawn from the constellations, poison as its edge.

Chapter 95 A Heroic Spirit, Merit Can Be Given Away
Jiang Mingzhe's arrangements left him feeling somewhat unsatisfied.

I thought to myself that it was good that I had come to a martial arts world, otherwise joining the army would also be good, after all, the business world is like a battlefield, and sales is the front line of the battle.

Those who do sales to major clients are better off, but what about those real estate agents and salesmen at the retail level? Aren't they all highly skilled and adept at strategy?
Before the troops set out, the supplies were prepared. Before departing, everyone had a hearty meal and then split into two groups to set off one after the other.

Duan Yu was eager to go too, but Duan Zhengchun was reluctant to let his only son take the risk.
With a stern face, he shouted, "Where do you think you're going? Stay here at Sword Lake Palace and behave yourself. Hmph, you refused to learn martial arts before, but now you know the consequences?"

Duan Yu's refusal to learn martial arts has been Duan Zhengchun's biggest worry in recent years. Taking the opportunity, he gave him a good scolding: "Hmph, I've told you long ago, how can a man protect his family and himself if he can't even kill a chicken? This time you couldn't save your sister, but next time if it's your beloved woman, will you still be helpless?"

Duan Yu, feeling humiliated by his words, retorted, "Father, one should look at a person with new eyes after three days of separation. I am no longer a weak scholar. Watch my 'Duan Yu Iron Fist'!"

He walked to the pillar, recalled the mental techniques of the Northern Darkness Transformation Technique, slowly channeled his internal energy into his fist, and clumsily threw a wild punch.

Duan Zhengchun was about to laugh at Duan Yu's chaotic punches when suddenly there was a loud bang. The pillar, as thick as a man's waist, shook violently. Duan Yu cried out in pain, clutching his right wrist tightly with his left hand: "It hurts so much! My arm is broken!"

Duan Zhengchun was startled and quickly picked up his son's hand to examine it carefully. He saw that his wrist was swollen as if blown out, and his arm bone was obviously protruding. When he touched it gently, Duan Yu screamed in pain.

Duan Zhengchun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but said irritably, "You've never learned martial arts, what are you doing? Your punch was completely wrong, and you didn't hold back at all. It wouldn't be surprising if you broke your arm. Hmph, a dislocated wrist is too good for you..."

As he spoke, he snapped his wrist back together with a snap, causing Duan Yu to scream in agony, tears streaming down his face.

Duan Zhengchun, however, showed no intention of comforting him. He looked at him with a serious expression and said, "Yu'er, tell your father the truth, what's the deal with your internal strength?"

Although Duan Yu's punching posture was laughable, his astonishing power was undeniable.

In Duan Zhengchun's view, it seemed that he was no less skilled than himself, and such internal strength could be described as profound.

But Duan Yu has only been away from home for a few days? Even if he acquired some unparalleled divine skill, it's impossible for him to cultivate it so quickly!
When his father asked about the origin of his martial arts skills, Duan Yu's expression changed, and his first reaction was that he couldn't tell the truth.

He thought to himself, if I say that I learned it from a scroll, my father will definitely want to see it. Not only that, my uncle will probably want to see it too, and maybe even more people will want to see it. But how can I let people see the fairy sister without clothes on?

Not knowing what to do, she subconsciously looked at Jiang Mingzhe.

Duan Zhengchun immediately misunderstood and asked in astonishment, "Was it your sworn brother who taught you the kung fu?"

Duan Yu's eyes lit up, and he immediately nodded: "Yes, I was poisoned at the time, and my elder brother passed on half of his internal energy to me!"

Duan Zhengchun asked who taught him the internal energy cultivation method, and Duan Yu replied that he passed on his internal energy power.

The Chinese language is profound and complex; the father and son each spoke their own language, yet their sentences flowed perfectly together.

His words caused a stir throughout the room.

I've heard of dividing money, land, and family property, but I've never heard of dividing internal martial arts skills. That's just too extravagant.

Knowing Jiang Mingzhe's background and origins, Duan Zhengchun immediately thought of a possibility:
The Starry Night Old Monster's Dissolving Power Technique is specifically designed to dissolve a person's internal energy. Since it can dissolve a person's internal energy, can it also share its own internal energy with others?
Hmm, Jiang Mingzhe is a disciple of the Star Constellation Sect, so he might really have such abilities! No wonder Yu'er is so close to him; it turns out he received a huge benefit from him.

Damn it, if anyone were willing to share half of their inner strength with me, I would treat them like a brother! For a moment, he couldn't help but feel a little envious of his son for being able to make such a brother. He looked at Jiang Mingzhe and gratefully put his arm around his shoulder, saying, "Nephew, you are too kind. What has this kid done to deserve such treatment from you?"

Jiang Mingzhe knew best what Duan Yu thought of the Fairy Sister, so how could he not understand that Duan Yu was a ghost?

He had no choice but to go along with Duan Yu's words: "Back then, Yun Zhonghe poisoned my virtuous brother. We were brothers who had sworn brotherhood. How could we just stand by and watch him die? Besides, when the mood strikes, one can write poetry while drinking wine, and when chivalry is on one's mind, one can give away one's merits. It's not a big deal."

He saw this elegant and chivalrous sentiment in his colleague's WeChat signature, thought it was very sophisticated, and wrote it down.

The original phrase was "clouds can be given as gifts," but he casually changed it to "merit." Everyone's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and they all thought that this person had boundless ambition in his heart, which was truly admirable.

Duan Yu murmured to himself, sighing, "My sister is right. My brother's talent far surpasses mine. It would be presumptuous of me to even think of exchanging poems with him."

Duan Zhengchun was also filled with admiration, thinking to himself that he was truly blessed to have such a person as his son-in-law.

He immediately turned to Duan Yu with a serious expression and said, "For us martial artists, skill is as important as life itself. Your elder brother gave you half of his skill, which is to say he gave you half of his life. We Duan family men are loyal and righteous, and we know how to repay kindness. If you ever dare to do anything to betray your elder brother, I will be the first to not tolerate it!"

Duan Yu nodded repeatedly and said solemnly, "Father, rest assured, we do not ask to be born on the same day, month, and year, but we ask to die on the same day, month, and year!"

Duan Zhengchun nodded, his expression softening, and said, "Your skill is quite good now, but since you haven't practiced any moves, I still can't take you with me. Well, you don't need to look so sad. I'll pass on the Duan family sword technique to you now, and you can stay at Jianhu Palace and practice your sword diligently."

Seeing his words, Duan Yu knew he couldn't go, so he could only nod in disappointment: "I understand. I hope Father and Brother will succeed and return soon."

Zuo Zimu laughed and said, "If Prince Duan wants to teach the young prince swordsmanship, we can all go and pack our things, and then we'll set off together once the prince is finished here."

After saying that, Duan Zhengchun led everyone away, then called out to Xin Shuangqing with a smile: "Daoist Shuangqing, please wait. If your sect has any extra swords, please give us a couple."

Xin Shuangqing nodded gently: "Yes, I'll go pick one out for you myself."

After saying this, he left with the others, but soon returned alone, holding two swords in his hands, and said with a smile, "Brother Zhengchun, take a look at these two sharp blades, and see if they can meet the eye of a noble person?"

At this moment, only people from the Zhennan Prince's Mansion were in the hall, and the female Taoist was no longer as reserved and tense as before.

Duan Zhengchun was a seasoned womanizer; how could he not understand her emphasis on the words "Shuangqing"?
He smiled, took the sword, drew it with a clang, and said in a low voice, "A female Taoist priest on a famous mountain gave me a pair of green swords. The sword rises with the wind and stops with the rain. Hehe, thank you, Taoist Shuangqing."

Xin Shuangqing was shocked to find Duan Zhengchun reciting poetry offhand.

Looking around in a panic, he saw the four guards squatting in a corner, arguing fiercely about who would strike first and who would cover for them when they faced the great villain. On the other side, Jiang Mingzhe was pulling Duan Yu aside, whispering to each other about something.

The female Taoist priest breathed a sigh of relief, her beautiful eyes flashing as she glared fiercely at Duan Zhengchun.

He said in a low voice, "I never expected you to be like this, Prince Duan. I kindly offered you a sword, and you turned me into a fool." With that, he stamped his foot and flew away quickly.

Duan Zhengchun chuckled and, without trying to keep him, coughed and said, "Yu'er, today I will pass on the family sword technique to you. Nephew, if you don't mind that the Duan family's martial arts are shallow, you can learn it from me as well."

(End of this chapter)