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

Liu Qing, who was walking in front, did not walk fast, but each step was precise and accurate, and she showed no intention of talking to Yi Yang.

Yi Yang, following behind, naturally wouldn't try to curry favor with the other party. His gaze subtly swept over the architectural layout on both sides.

The Youquansi complex appears much larger from the inside than from the outside. A winding bluestone path leads eastward, lined with neatly trimmed, unidentified black-leaved shrubs of uniform height.

"You should know something about our Youquan Division, but I'll only say it once."

At this moment, Liu Qing, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke without turning around:

"Our department is responsible for three things: external infiltration, internal surveillance, and assassination."

Yi Yang knew roughly about these situations, but not entirely, so he didn't rush to respond and continued listening to the other person's story.

"After we join the company, we don't need to wear uniforms or name tags; we use code names when going on field missions."

"Your position is Deputy Patrol Director, roughly a mid-level position within the department. You can lead a team of subordinates or act independently upon orders."

At this point, Liu Qing paused, then turned half her face to look at Yi Yang.

The meaning in her gaze was clear, but that was on the premise that you had to pass the skill test first.

After understanding what the other party meant, Yi Yang nodded and said respectfully, "Thank you for informing me, Lord Liu."

In response to Yi Yang's gratitude, Liu Qing snorted and looked away, adding another sentence without stopping:

"There have always been many people in Youquan Division who have failed to reach the first level of Hidden Abyss in three months. The fastest record is eleven days, and the slowest took a full three months."

The implication was that Yi Yang was not included in the group of people who "could pass".

Yi Yang didn't care about the other party's disdain. He just felt out of place in this position, so he could only silently remember this information.

After walking for about half a cup of tea's time, a secluded courtyard appeared at the end of the path.

Upon arriving at their destination, Liu Qing stopped, took out a thin book from his pocket, and handed it over, saying, "This contains the monthly salary details of the Deputy Inspector General. Take a look."

Upon seeing that it was a monthly offering, Yi Yang's eyes lit up, and he quickly took it and opened it to examine it:

The first item of the Deputy Inspector General's monthly allowance is one hundred taels of silver.

To be honest, this amount of money wasn't much. In a place like Fucheng with its high cost of living, it would only be enough for daily expenses, but Yi Yang didn't react much.

Because the second item follows immediately: two precious pills will be distributed every month.

When K saw this, Yi Yang's fingers, which were flipping through the booklet, stopped; he simply couldn't believe it.

Precious pills. Two pills. Each month.

How long did he spend in Yunlin County before he even got close to a single precious pill? The one Qi Shujian gave him was only thanks to those two bald monks at Jinyang Temple.

To get Yi Zhanzhi a recovery-type pill, Mu Fenghai staked thirteen years' worth of Purple Spirit Flower and his sect's ultimate technique.

Is this the monthly salary payment?

Liu Qing, who was standing to the side, noticed his expression and offered a rare explanation: "This is the quota for the deputy patrol director of the Inner Qi Realm. If you are just a candidate at the sixth level of Qi and Blood, you will receive five sixth-grade ordinary pills every month and will not be able to get your hands on any precious pills."

It turned out to be the case.

No wonder the patrol guards from other counties were so eager to get into the Heavenly Patrol Bureau in the prefectural city; the Heavenly Patrol Bureau in the prefectural city is really rich and powerful!

Yi Yang closed the thin book, a sigh escaping his lips as he thought to himself.

At the same time, he quickly calculated in his mind that two precious pills per month would amount to twenty-four pills per year.

Based on the fact that consuming one Elixir could advance nearly 8,000 progress points, one could accumulate nearly 200,000 experience points a year using only the monthly salary.

With a total of 150,000 units of internal energy at the second level, why would we need another year?

With the help of the Purple Spirit Flower and the supplies on hand, Z could clear the level in three or four months if things went smoothly.

Thinking of this, Yi Yang carefully put the book away and followed Liu Qing to the courtyard gate.

Finally, Liu Qing handed over the key and token together, and said, "Three-month deadline, starting tomorrow. Report to the Youquan Division after you have successfully completed your cultivation."

After saying that, he turned and left, very decisively.

Ignoring the maid whose strength was unfathomable, Yi Yang pushed open the gate to his own courtyard.

The house is a detached courtyard with three main rooms and a side room. There is a well, a stone table, and two old locust trees with their dense canopies in the courtyard.

It was more than three times larger than the small house in Yunlin County, and the floor was spotless.

This can be considered a benefit of the Sky Patrol Bureau, as it directly allocates housing, saving them some expenses.

Yi Yang walked around the courtyard, running his fingers over the walls, door frames, and window sills to make sure there were no hidden mechanisms or sentries before leaving the courtyard and heading back to Wanyangju Inn.

Jiang Yuexin, who had been waiting, jumped up from her stool when she saw him return, and looked at him with great joy.

Knowing what the other person expected, Yi Yang picked up the wooden crate leaning against the wall, raised his chin at her smugly, and said:

Pack your things, move.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuexin's eyes lit up instantly. Knowing that her grandfather had finally gotten the job, she smiled broadly and turned around to fumble for her bundle, her hands and feet moving as swiftly as a gust of wind.

The two moved very quickly.

They didn't have much stuff to begin with—just two bundles and a box. The grandfather and grandson hired two horse-drawn carriages and arrived at their new home in less than fifteen minutes.

"Grandpa, this yard is huge! Bigger than the one in Yunwen Town!"

"Yes, stay here without worry."

Yi Yang put down the box, glanced at the sky, and saw the sunset burning on the rooftops to the west, turning half the courtyard orange-red.

It's good that Z has finally settled down.

into the night.

After tidying up the side room, Jiang Yuexin went to bed early. Her even breathing could be heard from across the courtyard.

H returned to his room and shut the doors and windows of the main room.

He lit the candle and took out the scroll from the hidden compartment, unfolding it and laying it on the table.

He hadn't even opened the cultivation manual he received today, and didn't know what kind of cultivation manual it was.

The Secret of Hidden Breath Without Form.

The five characters, written in an archaic style, suggest that this should be a technique for concealing one's aura and disguising oneself, which aligns with the positioning of the Youquan Division.

Those who engage in reconnaissance and assassination techniques must indeed master a powerful technique for concealing their aura.

Yi Yang couldn't wait to open it and start reading the technique word by word from the beginning.

The first level of the technique is called Hidden Abyss.

"Breath-holding: sealing all the body's pores to prevent any breath from escaping; Locking the meridians: locking true qi deep into the meridians, imperceptible to internal observation; Calming the mind: gathering the mind and spirit, reducing the sense of presence to a minimum."

The combined effect of these three layers made Yi Yang raise his eyebrows. It read that one could freely control their cultivation level, displaying it at any level between "mortal" and "true cultivation".

How has he managed to survive in Yunlin County to this day?

Pretending to be weak to deceive others.

He pretended to be old, weak, and confused, fooling Yang Shuqing, Mu Fenghai's Thunderous Truth, and Chen Wuyai's scrutiny.

Each time, he relied on his internal strength to withstand the pressure and his acting skills to keep up the scene.

If we had this skill...

Yi Yang continued reading.

The second level is the Mirage. It can simulate the aura characteristics of others within the same realm.

The third level is the simulation of a god. It can simulate the aura of a target who is a small realm higher than oneself, and it is difficult for anyone other than a close relative or an extremely powerful being to distinguish it.

After reading the first three layers, Yi Yang put down the silk book, leaned back in his chair, and stared at the ceiling for a long time.

This technique was practically tailor-made for Yi Yang.

However, this technique is not yet finished; there is another section at the end of the silk manuscript.

This introduction is very short, only providing a general description of the effects of the fourth and fifth levels, without any specific techniques or formulas.

But the contents shocked Yi Yang, and he continued reading.

The fourth level, Transcending Boundaries. "Within the same realm, one can raise their displayed cultivation level by one level. This disguise is not only about the aura, but also about the enhanced strength, which is indistinguishable from the real thing."

K saw that Yi Yang's fingers were tightly gripping the book.

According to the description above, once you reach this level, this technique is no longer a disguise, but a genuine way to elevate your cultivation.

At that time, the strength of the Qi will be no different from the real thing. Apart from the different methods, the strength of the Qi Sea and the quality of the internal Qi will be the same as those of the previous person.

This is how you make the fake appear real.

Yi Yang swallowed hard, his gaze falling on the last few lines, which contained the description of the final layer.

The fifth level, Return to Truth. "It allows one to cross a major realm to disguise oneself and temporarily acquire that portion of cultivation." Upon seeing this, Yi Yang's breathing became heavy.

Leap forward to a higher level and enhance your simulation skills.

This means that if someone with the third level of internal energy cultivates to the point of returning to the true nature, they can temporarily possess the power of the level above the internal energy realm.

What does that mean?

That's the level of someone like Yan Wuyuan. That's the combat power of a deputy chief inspector or chief inspector.

Seeing this, Yi Yang couldn't believe that such a technique existed; it was far beyond his imagination. This technique definitely surpassed the level of a superior technique.

But what's the cost?

Yi Yang reread the annotations beside him.

"The fourth and fifth levels consume a great deal of energy, requiring several days of seclusion and recuperation after use. If one forcibly maintains this state for more than an incense stick's time, it will damage the foundation of one's martial arts."

This indicates that the last two levels of this technique are extremely taxing, but they allow one to keep moving forward.

The secret techniques used by the Nine Evil Cult members could temporarily boost one's cultivation level, but what was the price?

It means you've destroyed your foundation, making any further progress impossible.

The two are worlds apart.

This is the essence of the prefectural city.

This is the trump card of the Youquan Division.

Unfortunately, the silk manuscript only contains the complete techniques for the first three levels; the fourth and fifth levels are only described without any instructions.

To get more content, I'll probably have to make some contributions to the Youquan Division.

Yi Yang closed the silk book with some regret, and a panel silently popped up in his mind.

【Hidden Breath Formless Technique - First Layer: Hidden Abyss (0/10000)】

10,000 points.

With a 60x boost, practicing diligently for half a month is more than enough.

But Yi Yang doesn't plan to practice this right now.

A three-month period is sufficient.

The most important thing right now is to break through to the second level of internal energy.

Strength is the foundation of everything.

No matter how skillful your disguise is, it's all for naught when you encounter an opponent who completely overwhelms you.

Thinking of this, he locked the silk scroll back in the hidden compartment and turned to take something from his personal cloth bag.

Five precious pills were arranged in a row on the table.

The three pills were taken from those two bald monks, Jingyuan and Jingming. They were of excellent quality and had potent medicinal properties.

These two are my monthly salary allowance for today.

Looking at the precious resources in front of him, Yi Yang didn't hesitate much, picked up the first one and put it in his mouth.

The moment the precious pill entered the abdomen, a burst of intense medicinal power exploded in the dantian, surging wildly through the meridians to the limbs and bones.

Yi Yang immediately sat cross-legged and began circulating the "Yi Wood Health Preservation Exercise: Internal Qi Chapter".

Sixty times the power of J.

The wisp of pure energy in the dantian surged violently, condensed, compressed, and condensed again under the influence of the medicine.

The cycle repeats itself endlessly, at an absurdly fast pace.

The numbers on the panel were moving around in a way that was quite exhilarating.

14280……15000……16500……18000……20200……22000。

One precious pill has been refined.

The progress has been advanced by nearly 8,000 points.

But Yi Yang did not stop.

The second one.

The medicinal power flowed into the dantian again, and the clear qi in the meridians surged even more violently. The feeling of being filled with scalding energy shot from the spine all the way to the top of the head.

22000……26000……29800.

With two more rounds, the progress is approaching 30,000.

Only then did Yi Yang stop his practice and exhale a breath of stale air.

You can't take any more. The effects of the medicine need time to dissipate, and forcibly piling it on will only backfire.

He moved his numb legs, stood up, walked to the window, and looked out through the gap in the window paper.

The night sky over Suining Prefecture was high, covered with a dense layer of stars. In the distance, the faint sound of a night watchman's drum could be heard, one beat after another, with a steady rhythm.

At this rate, once all five precious pills are refined, the progress will reach over 60,000.

Add to that the wave of Purple Spirit Flowers...

In addition, there is a stable supply of two per month...

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

It won't be too long.

After confirming his progress and goals, Yi Yang looked away from the panel, a very slight smile curving his lips.

So what if I'm sixty?

What happened to Bingzhong's ossicles?

Those big shots looked down on him, but given the resources, he would show them what a genius was.

Three days later, at dawn.

As soon as it was light, Yi Yang carried a wooden bucket out to fetch water.

Just as I reached the well, the gate to the neighboring courtyard creaked open.

A young man in his thirties stepped out.

The man had striking features, including sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and a tall, slender build. He made no attempt to conceal his cultivation level, which was at the sixth level of Qi and Blood Perfection, as if he was deliberately displaying it for others to see.

A black token hung from his waist.

It's exactly the same as the one from Yiyang, only a size smaller.

The young man leaned against his door frame, his gaze sweeping from Yi Yang's hair to her feet and back again.

Then, with a smirk, he said provocatively, "You're the old man that the Three Departments didn't want, but ended up stuffing into the Netherworld Department?"

Upon hearing the other person's words, Yi Yang bent down and shook the well rope without looking up.

The young man leaned further against the doorframe, arms crossed, his tone brimming with undisguised disdain:

"Remember my name is Shen Yuebai, a candidate for deputy patrol commander. I'm about to break through to the Inner Qi Realm. I hope you can finish practicing that Breath Concealment Technique before I do."

"Otherwise, it wouldn't be good if you got fired after I came out of quarantine."

With each word he uttered, his tone rose a fraction.

Yi Yang still ignored the other party, and simply lifted the bucket out of the well. The water splashed twice, reflecting the sunlight overhead.

He picked up the bucket and walked towards his own courtyard gate, without saying a single word the whole time.

Shen Yuebai snorted coldly behind him, the sound neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough to reach his ears:

"Let me give you a piece of advice: Youquan Division is not a retirement home. If someone can't master the Hidden Abyss technique in three months, no one will see them off when they leave."

The courtyard gate closed behind Yi Yang.

The door panel blocked out the sounds from outside.

Yi Yang placed the bucket of water beside the stove, the honest and indifferent expression on his face fading, and a faint coldness rose in his eyes.

Another one jumping around. I didn't provoke him, so why is he jumping around in front of me?

Not urgent.

Let him jump.

Yi Yang sat cross-legged in the main room, took out the third precious pill, closed his eyes, and began to circulate his internal energy.

Sixty times.

The numbers on the panel continued to climb.

29800...33000...36500...

What Yi Yang didn't know was that Shen Yuebai, with his perfect sixth level of Qi and Blood cultivation, was originally very likely to become the deputy patrol director in this promotion, without the word "candidate".

However, because of Yi Yang's appearance, he lost this opportunity and could only wait for the next promotion. So the two became sworn enemies, as it concerned the benefit of two precious pills every month.

at the same time.

Deep within the palace of Youquan, in the rear hall.

Liu Qing entered carrying a tea tray and placed the celadon teacup on a corner of the long rosewood table.

She hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help asking:

"Miss, that old man... can he really master the Hidden Abyss technique within three months?"

"He's sixty years old."

Clearly, she had been keeping this question to herself for several days, because she couldn't understand how the aloof and proud young lady could have any connection with any old man.

Upon hearing this, Yan Wuyuan, who was behind the desk, picked up her pen and began reviewing the case files. Without pausing her corrections, she said without looking up:

"Which old man? He's the one recommended by Qi Shujian."

She made a stroke, the ink leaving a clean finish on the paper.

"Qi Shujian owed me a favor before, and this old man was recommended by him to repay that favor."

As she finished explaining, she put the pen back on the shelf.

Yan Wuyuan lowered her eyes to look at the remaining ink marks on the tip of the brush, her voice extremely soft, as if talking to herself:

"And... this old man is much more interesting than you see."

Upon hearing this, Liu Qing opened her mouth, but then swallowed her words back.

There was no point in pressing the young lady for details; she simply couldn't believe that someone with her third-level internal energy cultivation couldn't see through a sixty-year-old man.

She could only bow dejectedly and leave the palace.