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

This time, the knocking was steady and powerful, with a rhythm that was neither too fast nor too slow, carrying a sense of proportion unique to martial artists.

Yi Yang's internal energy perception spread out instantly.

His eyes changed the next moment.

The person outside the door exuded a profound and unfathomable aura, radiating his sixth-level perfect cultivation without any concealment.

He recognized the style of that energy – it belonged to Mu Fenghai, the owner of the Lei Yun Martial Arts School.

Upon seeing that it was this person who had come, Yi Yang put down his teacup and got up to open the door.

The door opened.

Mu Fenghai stood outside the door. He was in his early fifties, tall and with a square face. He wore a dark blue martial arts robe and a tiger-striped leather belt around his waist.

His temples were a bit whiter than when we last met, but his eyes remained calm, carrying the composure of someone who had long held a high position.

"Manager Yi, I apologize for the intrusion." Mu Fenghai greeted him with a respectful clasped fist.

After all, on the surface, the two are about the same strength, but Yi Yang has the powerful backing of the Sky Patrol Division, so he doesn't need to be too humble.

Yi Yang stepped aside to let him pass and said, "Master Mu, please come in."

Mu Fenghai stepped across the threshold, his gaze sweeping across the courtyard. He saw Yi Xun standing by the stone table, and his expression became knowing.

He showed no surprise, nor did he exchange any unnecessary pleasantries. Knowing that Yi Zhanzhi was his last disciple, he had done some research on the Yi family's affairs.

When Yi Xun, who was kneeling on the ground, looked up and saw the person who had come, he was astonished as if he had been struck by lightning.

The person who arrived was actually the owner of Lei Yun Martial Arts School! Zhan Zhi's master!

He suddenly stood up, his face a mixture of astonishment and hope. His mouth opened and closed repeatedly, but he couldn't utter a single complete word for a long time.

In the end, Mu Fenghai nodded to him as a greeting, then turned to Yi Yang and said:

"Director Yi, I won't bother with pleasantries. I'm here today to discuss Zhanzhi's matter."

Get straight to the point, don't beat around the bush.

Yi Yang invited him to sit down and poured him a cup of tea.

Mu Fenghai didn't touch the teacup. He placed his hands on his knees and directly stated his purpose: "I would like to ask Steward Yi for help in exchanging a recovery-type precious pill with Director Qi through the channels of the Sky Patrol Division."

He took out a brocade box from his bosom, pushed it to the center of the stone table, and explained, "This is my treasured thirteen-year-old Purple Spirit Flower. I am willing to exchange it for it."

The brocade box was opened, and a strong, almost pungent, medicinal fragrance wafted out.

The box was lined with ice silk, and on the silk rested a purple dried flower about the size of a thumb, with a faint shimmer at the edges of the petals.

The precious medicinal herb, Purple Spirit Flower, is thirteen years old.

Yi Yang took a closer look. This was a precious medicine; something of this age would be priceless and unavailable on the market.

When Yi Xun heard the words "Bao Dan," his lips trembled violently and his eyes turned red.

He had always thought that the martial arts school was just going through the motions to help his grandson out of politeness, but he never expected that the school owner would personally bring his most treasured possessions to his door.

Yi Yang didn't rush to express his opinion, but picked up his teacup and took another sip.

Looking at his expression, Mu Fenghai knew that one Purple Spirit Flower alone was not enough.

"If Steward Yi is willing to help, I have something else to offer as a reward."

Mu Fenghai lowered his voice slightly: "I am willing to give you the complete manual of the Thundercloud Martial Arts School's signature technique—'Thunder Sound Mantra'."

Upon hearing this, Yi Yang stopped holding the teacup, somewhat stunned.

Thunderous Mantra.

Superior techniques utilize sound waves to attack and disrupt the mind, combining offense and defense.

Mu Fenghai used this technique to put pressure on me back then. If it weren't for the "Five Internal Organs Refining Strength" secretly neutralizing it, I would have been exposed that time.

Such a treasured skill... and the other party is actually willing to offer it as payment?

Yi Yang looked up at Xiang Mufenghai, making no attempt to hide the surprise in his eyes.

Mu Fenghai met his gaze and gave a wry smile. There was helplessness and bitterness in that smile, but more than anything, there was the composure of a martial artist.

"The whole Zhanzhi thing started because of me."

His voice lowered, as if stating a fact he had long since come to terms with but was still unwilling to accept:

"I have an old grudge against Liu An of Cangyun Martial Arts School. Zhang Songqing's crippling of Zhan Zhi wasn't aimed at a seventeen-year-old boy, but at me. My disciple took the blow for his master—I accept this debt."

Mu Fenghai looked directly into Yi Yang's eyes: "I was stuck at the sixth level of Qi and Blood for twelve years. In those twelve years, I've had enough time to figure out many things. I'm old now, and there's no hope of breaking through, but I can't lose the responsibility that a master should have."

Upon hearing Mu Fenghai's bold statement, no one in the courtyard spoke.

Even Yi Xun, who was standing next to him, was stunned and stared blankly at Mu Fenghai.

Yi Yang sized up the man in front of him who had been stuck at the peak of the sixth level for twelve years. When he said these words, he made no embellishment and his expression was as calm as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.

This is the truth.

Yi Yang put down his teacup and remained silent for seven or eight breaths.

Then he spoke up: "I'll give it a try."

Three words, neither too light nor too heavy.

Yi Xun's body swayed, like a drowning person finally touching a rock on the shore. He relaxed completely, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down twice, and his eyes almost overflowed.

Upon seeing Yi Yang's agreement, Mu Fenghai stood up and solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute.

There were no superfluous words, no sentimental thanks; the transaction between martial artists ended there.

"I will leave the Purple Spirit Flower and the cultivation technique at your residence, awaiting good news from Steward Yi."

Yi Yang nodded, indicating that he would do his best to handle the matter.

After Yi Yang agreed, the three of them took their leave and got up.

Mu Fenghai took the lead and walked out, with Yi Xun following behind. When they reached the courtyard gate, Yi Xun suddenly stopped and turned around.

His lips moved.

What do you want to say? Thanks? Apologies? Or those words you've never uttered in forty-four years?

In the end, nothing came of it.

Yi Xun simply bent down and bowed deeply.

Then he turned and left.

The courtyard gate closed.

Jiang Yuexin peeked out of the room, looking at Yi Yang with a hesitant expression.

Yi Yang waved his hand: "It's nothing, I'm done with work."

Jiang Yuexin pulled her head back and gently closed the door.

The courtyard returned to silence. The tea on the stone table had gone cold, and the brocade box still sat on the table, the faint fragrance of the purple spirit flower wafting in the morning breeze.

But Yi Yang did not move.

His internal energy perception was still extending outside—because there was a presence at the corner of the alleyway, fifteen feet outside the courtyard wall.

They arrived before Mu Fenghai was admitted to the hospital.

They didn't move, they didn't leave, they just waited there.

That aura was calm and restrained, with a deep and profound Qi Sea, indicating a cultivation level of the fifth level of Qi and Blood.

Yi Yang withdrew his gaze, and the corner of his lips twitched slightly.

There are still people like this, that's interesting.