Elderly Martial Saint: Sixty Times the Cultivation Speed ​​at the Start

At the same time.

The main entrance to the headquarters of the Yunlin County Astronomical Survey Office.

As dusk began to fall, two figures dressed in golden robes walked from the end of the long street, their steps unhurried yet their figures rapidly approaching the gates of the Sky Patrol Bureau.

This situation indicates that the matter is far from simple.

The man walking in front was about forty years old, with a kind face. A string of shiny Buddhist beads on his chest swayed gently with his steps. He was none other than Jingyuan, the monk who represented Jinyang Temple during the quarterly examination.

The one following behind was much more eye-catching—he was burly, a head taller than Jingyuan, with a wide-sleeved monk's robe covering his solid body, and a cold and stern face like cast iron and bronze, which made him look powerful.

The two men walked slowly, but the two guards who saw them approaching from afar tensed up at the same time.

The feeling was subtle. Even though the other person was walking towards you calmly, it felt like there was a heavy layer of pressure in the air.

"Halt! Who goes there?" When the two men arrived, a guard stepped forward to stop them, his voice two decibels louder than usual, as if to bolster his courage.

Upon hearing this, Jingyuan stopped, put his hands together, and said, "Amitabha. This humble monk Jingyuan from Jinyang Temple, along with my senior brother Jingming, have come to pay our respects to Director Qi on the orders of the temple's elders. We have important matters to discuss."

He took out a golden token from inside his monk's robe and handed it over.

The guard took the token in his hand; it was heavy. The front was engraved with a lotus pattern emblem, and the back had the Sanskrit seal of Jinyang Temple. After confirming that the token was genuine, the guard did not dare to delay and immediately sent someone inside to report.

Throughout the entire process, the tall monk behind him remained silent.

But when his half-closed eyes swept over the plaque of the Sky Patrol Bureau's gate, the corner of his mouth twitched very slightly.

The arc was so small that no one would notice it.

……

Inside the Sky Patrol Bureau.

When Chen Wuyai received the report, he was reviewing the investigation reports submitted from various places that day. When he heard the words "Jinyang Temple", his pen paused.

The purge just ended last night, with the Nine Evil Cults completely eradicated and Wang Gongqin and Feng Haiyuan both killed. The mission previously assigned by Jinyang Temple—"finding the traitor Wang Gongqin"—also yielded results last night.

Is the person sent here at this time to confirm the news?

Or is there another purpose?

Unaware of the other party's intentions, Chen Wuyai handed the note to Qi Shujian's desk.

Qi Shujian, who was cultivating to stabilize his cultivation, glanced at them and said only one sentence: "Let them in."

……

Night fell completely.

In the courtyard, Yi Yang got up from the futon and stretched his shoulders and neck.

Although the wisp of pure energy in the dantian of the body could no longer be improved, the progress of cultivating "Horizontal Refinement of Martial Body" in the Inner Qi Realm was indeed very rapid, and its progress steadily increased.

Yi Yang brought up a panel that only he could see and glanced at it, which displayed his cultivation progress:

[Entry-level Martial Body Training: 980/3000]

At this rate, he could advance his cultivation of this superior technique to the minor completion level within three days.

By then, my physical body will definitely be much stronger than it is now, so even if my cultivation level can't be improved, my overall combat power can still be raised to another level.

After finishing his cultivation, Yi Yang opened the window, and the night breeze carried in the glow of the lights from the distant restaurant.

After last night's bloodbath, Yunlin County is much quieter; even the dogs are barking less than usual.

But what Yi Yang didn't know was that in that office deep inside the headquarters of the Sky Patrol Bureau, candles were still burning.

Yi Yang closed the window without giving it much thought.

All he has to do now is to maximize his strength before leaving Yunlin County.

He didn't know how deep the waters were in Suining Prefecture, the prefecture capital, but he was certain of one thing.

That is, one's own strength is the foundation of everything.

……

Headquarters of the Sky Patrol Bureau, public housing.

The candlelight flickered twice, casting a slightly swaying shadow on the long, dark wooden table.

Qi Shujian, the strongest man in Yunlin County, sat upright behind the desk, his left hand resting on the armrest, his right hand holding the lid of a teacup, his fingertips casually stroking the edge of the lid, seemingly lost in thought.

The other two deputy directors, Chen Wuyai and Song Tiecheng, stood on either side of each other. They did nothing but stand with their hands at their sides, waiting for the guests to arrive.

As the guards announced their arrival from outside the door, footsteps followed.

Two figures in golden robes crossed the threshold and entered the room.

Jingyuan, who was walking in front, was about forty years old. He had a kind and gentle face, and a string of shiny Buddhist beads on his chest swayed gently with his steps.

Upon seeing the three men, he clasped his hands together and bowed slightly behind his desk, saying, "Amitabha, this humble monk is Jingyuan from Jinyang Temple, greetings to the three directors."

His voice was neither arrogant nor humble, but just right; this was the confidence that Jinyang Temple gave him.

Jingming, who followed behind him, had a different kind of temperament.

His figure was more than half a head taller than Jingyuan's, and his thick body was wrapped in a wide-sleeved monk's robe. When he stood there, it was as if the wrathful Vajra of the temple had been moved into the house.

His face was cold and stern, and his bronze skin showed no superfluous expression. Only the gaze beneath his half-closed eyelids swept over Qi Shujian the moment he entered the room, and then swept over Chen Wuyai and Song Tiecheng.

After scanning the area, he didn't move his lips or lift his eyelids.

This attitude made the air in the room feel heavy.

Five martial artists at the Inner Qi Realm were in the same room. Their Qi refracted and collided between the walls. Although none of them deliberately released their pressure, the oppressive feeling was still very real and made it difficult to breathe.

The guard who had followed the two monks in from outside the door took two steps back before regaining his balance, but his back was already damp with sweat.

Finally, Qi Shujian put the teacup lid back on, the lid making a very soft, crisp sound that was exceptionally clear in the quiet office. He broke the silence and said:

"sit."

Jingyuan thanked him and sat down in the guest seat with composure.

As for Jingming, who was as sturdy as a Vajra, he did not sit down but stood behind his senior brother, his hands tucked into his wide sleeves, like an iron Buddha who could not speak.

Seeing the two sit down, Qi Shujian did not exchange pleasantries, but looked straight at Jing Yuan.

Seeing the host looking at him, Jingyuan didn't beat around the bush and said directly:

"Benefactor Qi, this humble monk has come here for only one matter." He placed his hands together on his knees and spoke slowly but clearly: "Last night, this humble monk received news that Wang Gongqin, the traitor whom Jinyang Temple has been investigating for a long time, has died in Yunlin County."

As soon as he spoke, Jingyuan's gaze met Qi Shujian's eyes, questioning him:

"This humble monk would like to ask Director Qi three questions."

He held up his fingers and began to name them one by one.

"First, who killed Wang Gongqin?"

"Secondly, where is his body currently located?"

"Thirdly, may this humble monk and my senior brother personally examine the body?"

The tone was calm and the wording was respectful.

But the uncompromising tone in his attitude contrasted sharply with his mild smile.

Chen Wuyai raised an eyebrow. This monk dared to speak up, asking three questions in a row right off the bat. Did he think the Sky Patrol Division was his own backyard?

Qi Shujian's reaction to Jingyuan's request was indifferent.

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. As he put the cup down, a faint smile played on his lips as he said:

"The two masters of Jinyang Temple traveled all the way to Yunlin County, going to such great lengths to find a traitor from their own temple—"

Qi Shujian's gaze fell on Jing Yuan's face, and he casually inquired:

"Is there something else he carries that the two from Jin Yang Temple are so attached to?"

Upon hearing this, Jingyuan's smile froze for a moment.

A fleeting moment.

It was so short that ordinary people couldn't even catch it, but everyone in this room was a genius among geniuses.

Chen Wuyai noticed it.

Song Tiecheng also noticed it.

Jingyuan quickly recovered and put his hands together, saying:

"Director Qi is joking. Wang Gongqin betrayed the temple and stole its property, committing a serious crime."

"This humble monk has come to apprehend him on the orders of the temple's abbot, both to uphold the temple's rules and to give those he has harmed an explanation."

His answer was flawless.

They acknowledged that Wang Gongqin possessed something, but did not specify what it was.

Seeing that the other party did not directly tell him, Qi Shujian tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table without replying.

Seeing this, Jingyuan leaned forward slightly, his tone more urging than before:

"Director Qi, the matter of Wang Gongqin is nothing more than a cleanup of remnants for your company, but for my Jinyang Temple, it concerns our rules and ancestral precepts. I hope you will tell me the truth, and I will be eternally grateful."

The word "as it is" was pronounced a little more heavily.

Finally, Qi Shujian put down his teacup again.

Then he spoke, but his tone suddenly dropped half an octave as he asked, "Master Jingyuan, are you instructing me on how to conduct myself?"

The temperature in the public housing unit dropped sharply as soon as these words were spoken.

It wasn't any kind of intimidation; it was simply the aura of authority that Qi Shujian exuded when he spoke.

Seeing that they couldn't reach an agreement, Jingyuan's smile faded, but just as he opened his mouth to smooth things over, Jingming behind him spoke up:

"Director Qi."