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

A deep voice sounded from behind Jingyuan.

It was Jingming, who hadn't uttered a word since entering, who spoke for the first time and said something astonishing.

His voice was deep and rumbling, like thunder, each word rolling out clearly and directly, without any unnecessary embellishment:

"This is not a request."

"This is an order from Jinyang Temple."

Jingming lifted his half-closed eyelids, revealing a pair of extremely cold and sharp eyes beneath.

Before he could finish speaking, the powerful Qi Sea within his body surged, revealing his cultivation level.

Internal energy is divided into two layers, with the pure and turbid returning to their origin.

A terrifyingly powerful aura poured out from that burly body, as if an entire mountain had been moved into this public housing unit.

Even the papers on Qi Shujian's desk were lifted up by an invisible force and scattered with a whoosh.

The candle flame suddenly tilted and almost went out, the wall creaked and trembled, and dust in the corner was shaken off.

Sensing the aura emanating from Jingming, Chen Wuyai and Song Tiecheng's expressions changed simultaneously. They hadn't expected there to be such a madman in Jinyang Temple!

Seeing this, Jingyuan cursed inwardly, "Master, why are you in such a hurry!"

But since things had come to this, he could only keep quiet and secretly gather his inner energy to prepare for any action.

Jingming's imposing aura filled the entire public housing unit, like an iron mountain rising from the ground.

But Qi Shujian, facing all of this, sat there steadily, without moving, as calm as a gentle breeze.

Seeing that his two brothers could no longer hold on, he placed his right hand on the hilt of the long sword leaning against the table beside him.

Clasp your fingers together.

But it wasn't pulled out.

But it was this one action.

The sky has fallen!

At least in Jingming's perception, that's how it feels.

The internal energy is in three layers, and heavenly rain descends upon the head.

That power rose from Qi Shujian's body and then poured out, rushing straight towards the arrogant Jingming, unstoppable!

The air in the entire apartment building was squeezed out at the same moment; all sound disappeared, and all airflow stopped.

The energy released by Jingming was like a wave crashing against a dam in the face of this overwhelming force descending from the sky.

It was forcibly cut off and there was no way to stop it.

Even Jingyuan didn't have time to make a move.

Jingming groaned from the impact, his face turning from ashen to flushed red. The soles of his boots scraped against the stone slabs with a harsh screech, and he staggered back half a step before managing to steady himself.

But sweat was seeping from his forehead, clearly indicating that he hadn't felt well from holding that hand.

The difference between the second and third levels of internal energy is clearly not something that can be easily overcome.

Qi Shujian remained seated, his hand still resting on the hilt of his sword. His resolute, iron-like face betrayed no emotion, only his eyes coldly fixed on Jingming as he spoke:

"I said you've offended a director's dignity. Do you want to die here?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Wuyai and Song Tiecheng almost simultaneously gripped their weapons, their blades half-drawn, their killing intent radiating outwards without any concealment.

"Big brother!"

The two spoke in unison, their gazes fixed on the two monks like knives, ready to strike at a moment's notice.

Song Tiecheng's long staff was already held horizontally in front of his chest, the bloodstains from last night still not wiped clean. Chen Wuyai stood on the other side, his thin sword drawn three inches from its sheath, the blade reflecting the candlelight, cold and dazzling.

Three against two.

Three Inner Qi Realm experts versus two Inner Qi Realm experts, and this was all within the territory of the Sky Patrol Division.

Jingyuan, realizing his junior brother had caused trouble, broke out in a sweat, but being a man of composure, he reacted quickly.

With hands clasped together and a forced smile, he stepped forward: "Please don't be nervous, gentlemen! It's just that my junior brother is impulsive and had a small misunderstanding with Director Qi. He meant absolutely no harm! Absolutely no harm!"

He turned around and glared at Jingming—Are you crazy?

Knowing that he was no match for Qi Shujian, who was at the third level of internal energy, Jingming pursed his lips, his face ashen with resentment, but he did not dare to act recklessly again while surrounded by the three.

Chen Wuyai, perched high above, ignored Jingyuan's attempt to smooth things over. His eyes held a half-smile, and his lips moved slightly as if to say, "Why don't you try moving again?"

Finally, seeing that the two monks dared not speak and bowed their heads in apology, Qi Shujian raised his hand and waved.

The movements were casual, but the effect was immediate.

Chen Wuyai and Song Tiecheng exchanged a glance, slowly sheathed their weapons, and stood on either side.

Finally, the tense atmosphere in the public housing building subsided and quiet returned.

Jingyuan clasped his hands together again, bowed deeply, and said with a pained expression, "Director Qi is very magnanimous. My junior brother was rude. This humble monk apologizes on his behalf and is willing to offer two precious pills as compensation."

Upon hearing this, the usually resolute Qi Shujian loosened his grip on his sword hilt and said with a smile, "Hahaha, if that's the case, then it's all a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding."

The oppressive feeling, like the sky itself, dissipated, and the air in the office began to circulate again, the papers that had fallen to the ground rustling in the breeze.

He took a sip of tea, as if nothing had happened.

"Yunlin County was in chaos last night."

Qi Shujian's voice returned to its previous unhurried tone as he said, "The Nine Evil Sects, bandits, and aristocratic families launched attacks simultaneously, with battlefields spread throughout the city. I later learned that Wang Gongqin died in a secluded alley."

He put down his teacup, looked at Jingyuan, and slowly said, "As for who killed him—I truly don't know."

Jingyuan looked up, her lips moved, as if she wanted to ask more questions.

But Qi Shujian didn't give him a chance and continued, "But his body has been collected by the Sky Patrol Division. If the two masters wish to examine it, I can arrange for someone to take you there."

"But recently, after breaking through, I've felt that my cultivation progress has slowed down somewhat. I wonder if the two masters have any solutions?"

At this point, Jingyuan knew perfectly well that the other party meant they wanted more money.

Qi Shujian offered a way out, saying that after the previous test, even if the two of them, who were at the second level of internal energy, joined forces, they might not be able to defeat the patrol director in front of them, who had already reached the third level.

"So this is the only way," Jingyuan said, his face contorted in pain, his hands clasped together. He didn't press the matter further.

"Thank you for your kindness, Director Qi. I have two more precious pills here that might have some effect on you. I hope you won't go back on your word."

"Speak," Jingyuan said, taking out a box from his golden robe. Immediately, a medicinal fragrance filled the room. He took out four perfectly round pills and handed them to Qi Shujian.

Then he stood up, and Jingming turned around and the two left.

As the two reached the door, Qi Shujian's voice drifted from behind, his tone extremely calm: "The two masters have come from afar, and Yunlin County has failed to provide adequate hospitality. Once the inspection is complete, please depart as soon as possible. The county is currently very busy with affairs and cannot keep our guests for long."

Jingyuan paused slightly, but did not turn around. He simply put his palms together and said "I'm sorry to bother you," before stepping out of the public housing building one after the other with Jingming.

Qi Shujian watched the two figures disappear around the corner of the porch, his fingers lightly tapping on the table.

After confirming the four precious pills in front of him were correct, Qi Shujian summoned his personal guards from outside and, amidst the surprised gazes of the other two deputy directors, gave them his orders:

"Send this precious pill to Yi Yang."

……

Outside the gate of the Sky Patrol Office.

The streetlights were sparse, and the night wind blew in from the direction of the city wall, making the two men's golden robes flutter.

Jingming took twenty steps before speaking, his voice extremely low, still hoarse from being suppressed by Qi Shujian's imposing aura: "Junior Brother."

Jingyuan, who was following behind, stopped.

Jingming gritted his teeth and whispered, "That sword is 'Xuanyuan,' one of the most prized treasures of Jinyang Temple."

He quickened his pace and continued, "If we can't find it, neither of us will be able to explain to the elders. Your previous actions were too reckless."

"Don't think that just because you're not from the Heavenly Patrol Division of the prefectural city, you can act recklessly. This Director Qi is no ordinary person."

Jingyuan finally nodded slowly, seemingly agreeing with Jingyuan's words.

"Let's go see the body first."

Jingyuan's voice revealed a sense of helplessness as he said:

"Whether we can find any clues on Wang Gongqin's body or not, we'll have to wait and see."

He paused, then turned his gaze towards the headquarters of the Sky Patrol Bureau and continued:

"As for Qi Shujian... he has broken through to the third realm. We arrived too hastily to find out, so we should not easily become his enemy."

Jingming clenched his fist hidden in his sleeve, but eventually relaxed it and asked:

"What if there's nothing on the body?"

Jingyuan didn't answer the question; he simply continued walking forward.

The night wind made his voice broken: "...Then we have to investigate, see who Wang Gongqin has been in contact with, and then deal with him."

Two golden figures were swallowed up by the night.

The long street returned to quiet.

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