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

Five days later.

Inside the room where Yi Yang was.

For the past few days, Yi Yang has maintained the same posture on the futon, repeatedly purging his internal energy along the broken ribs, and the healing speed of the three broken bones is getting faster every day.

It's finally happening today.

Yi Yang opened his eyes, stood up, and raised his arms high above his head, pulling them back like a fully drawn bow.

The feedback from the body was very clear: the three bones that had been broken in the previous battle had finally healed with the help of the precious pills and the effects of cultivation over the past few days.

This speed is undeniably fast; the fracture was repaired in just five days. Yi Yang believes that this speed is likely due to the effects of the Yi Mu Health Preservation Exercise.

As he continued to cultivate, this unassuming technique began to reveal some hidden effects.

After stretching his shoulders and neck, Yi Yang brought up the control panel and glanced at it. He hadn't been slacking off these past few days.

[Yi Wood Health Preservation Exercise - Internal Qi Chapter, Second Level - Returning to the Origin of Purity and Turbidity (59200/250000)]

In the past few days, he has refined all six low-grade precious pills and, with the accumulation of daily cultivation techniques, his cultivation progress has finally increased from just over nine thousand to nearly sixty thousand.

This speed is definitely very fast, but it is still far from the perfect level of 250,000, and the resources on his body have been completely exhausted.

After stretching his limbs, Yi Yang sat back on the futon, unconsciously tapping his knees twice with his fingers, wondering if he should retrieve the things he had hidden earlier.

The items hidden in the crevices of the cliff have been there for almost ten days.

Leaving it for too long made Yi Yang uneasy, and he made up his mind:

"It's time to retrieve it."

into the night.

At three-quarters past midnight, Jiang Yuexin's breathing in the side room was even and long, indicating that she was sleeping soundly.

Yi Yang rose from the futon without making a sound. He activated the Concealing Breath Technique, minimizing his presence, and then left the courtyard.

The city was very quiet. Apart from the night watchmen and the patrolling guards of the Heavenly Bureau, there was hardly any sign of people. This was a society without entertainment.

The daily life and labor have already exhausted most people's energy. Even if a martial artist's strength is not up to the Inner Qi Realm, life in the prefectural city is not easy.

Yi Yang usually sighed inwardly as he walked along the dark alley.

He unleashed his mastery of the "crossing the river by skimming the water" technique in the darkness of night, his toes barely making a sound as he touched the roof ridge.

Leaving the city is even simpler; he just needs to show his identity, and no one will stop him.

However, Yi Yang did not want his trip out of the city to be recorded, so he had no choice but to climb over the wall. The wall was three zhang high, which was not difficult for him with his dual internal energy.

Beast Ridge Mountain Range.

After an hour and a half of travel, Yiyang returned to this area once again.

His concealed figure moved swiftly among the branches and leaves.

Half an hour later, the cliff crevice where the items had been hidden came into Yi Yang's view.

He didn't approach, but observed from a distance on a treetop to see if there was an ambush. Neither the Sky Patrol Division nor the Six Bandits were good for him, but fortunately the terrain hadn't changed.

The texture of the gravel and soil sealing the opening was exactly the same as when he left. The surface was covered with a layer of fresh dead leaves and bird droppings, and the weathering was natural, showing no signs of being disturbed.

After confirming that there were no problems, Yi Yang quickly approached, squatted down, and dug away the rubble that had been buried earlier.

The oilcloth wrapping in the small pit was intact, and the marks left on it had not been disturbed; everything was correct.

Yi Yang finally relaxed. This was a huge amount of resources, which was related to his future cultivation. He couldn't be too careful.

He didn't plan to stay in the mountains for long. Yi Yang stuffed all the supplies into his backpack, buried them briefly, and then prepared to leave.

withdraw.

Fifteen minutes before dawn, Yi Yang climbed back over his own courtyard wall.

It landed silently, and everything in the courtyard remained as before.

Yi Yang tidied up the table and took out the items from his backpack one by one, arranging them neatly.

The most important of these is ten low-grade precious pills.

Next were three jade boxes, which were opened one by one. Inside were three precious medicinal herbs that had been cultivated for fifteen years, and their medicinal properties had not been lost.

Finally, some odds and ends were found on Han Yan's person: over four thousand taels of silver notes, a tourmaline ring, and a jade bead bracelet.

These items bearing Han Yan's traces, once sold at the right time, would be a valuable resource.

Yi Yang stored the three precious medicinal herbs in the innermost hidden compartment of the room.

The real value lies in these three herbs, which can be taken directly to aid cultivation. Although they are not as effective as those refined into elixirs, they are still usable.

A smile involuntarily appeared on Yi Yang's face as he thought of these resources:

"Within a month, the panel count will definitely surpass 200,000, and we're not far from reaching the third level of Inner Qi."

With that thought in mind, he no longer hesitated and picked up the first precious pill, putting it into his mouth.

The moment the medicine took effect, his Qi surged, and with the sixtyfold enhancement, the numbers jumped rapidly.

The following afternoon.

At this moment, Yi Yang stood under the shade of a tree, his eyes slightly closed, guiding the remaining medicinal power of the precious pill he had taken the night before into his dantian.

There are no missions recently. Because Yi Yang exceeded his mission targets, Yan Wuyuan gave him a month's leave, probably hoping that he would make full use of the rewarded resources before taking on any more missions.

However, Yan Wuyuan was unaware that Yi Yang had exhausted all the resources bestowed upon him within five days.

Thump, thump, thump.

Three knocks came from outside the door.

Yi Yang, who was cultivating, opened his eyes and extended his senses beyond the courtyard wall toward the door.

Two auras.

One has five levels of Qi and Blood, and the other has two levels.

They don't seem to be enemies.

After opening the door, Yi Yang looked at the visitors; there were two people standing outside.

The woman in front of me was a young woman in her early twenties, with a slender figure, wearing a moon-white long dress. The material wasn't cheap, but it wasn't ostentatious either.

She has delicate features, slightly raised eyebrows, and her eyes darting around with a shrewd and calculating air.

Beside her was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old maid with a round face, big eyes, and two braids hanging down her chest. She was tiptoeing and curiously peering into the courtyard.

The five levels of Qi and Blood that I sensed earlier were from the woman in front of me.

The one with both Qi and Blood deficiency should be the little maidservant beside her.

"Senior Yi, I apologize for disturbing you."

"I am Li Yuzhao. I have come here today with a good matter I would like to discuss with you, senior."

Upon seeing Yi Yang, the woman bowed slightly, her posture graceful and poised. Her tone was perfectly balanced between respect and politeness, and she immediately recognized him as the person she was looking for.

Yi Yang didn't reply; instead, he looked the beautiful woman up and down.

I'm unfamiliar with this face; I've never seen it before.

If someone of unknown origin comes knocking on my door, I would normally just shut the door. But since the other party is not as powerful as me and says it's a good thing, I might as well listen.

"Come in and talk," Yi Yang said, stepping aside to let him pass.

Sat down at the stone table

The young maid sat half a step behind Li Yuzhao, her eyes darting around, sometimes looking at Yi Yang's black hair, sometimes at his aged face, her lips pursed as if she wanted to say something but dared not.

Li Yuzhao ignored his maid's subtle actions, picked up a teacup from the table, poured tea for Yi Yang, and then said:

"Senior must have some doubts about my background. I'll be frank. I run a business called Evening Glow Merchant Guild, dealing in medicinal herbs and animal hides. We recently moved to Suining Prefecture from elsewhere, and our foundation is still weak."

She paused, her gaze falling on Yi Yang's face, and continued with a hint of probing:

"The Chamber of Commerce is new here and needs a respected elder to oversee things. I have heard that you hold a position in the Youquan Division, so I would like to take the liberty of inviting you to serve as our Chamber of Commerce's elder."

"worship?"

Upon hearing the other party's purpose, Yi Yang picked up his teacup, took a sip, and thought with a slight twitch of his brow.

He now has precious pills, medicines, and silver, so he won't lack cultivation resources for a short time.

Cultivation time is the most precious thing. Why should I become a bodyguard for a merchant caravan? Running out every few days to escort carriages and horses?

I don't have that kind of free time.

He put down his teacup, intending to politely decline, but his lips had barely moved halfway—

"Senior, why don't you listen to the terms first?"

Li Yuzhao's voice came in just in time, not too early, not too late, a split second before he could speak.

Upon hearing this, Yi Yang paused for a moment.

He looked at the young woman opposite him and noticed a faint smile on her lips and a calm expression in her eyes.

This girl has a keen eye; she sets conditions just when I'm about to refuse.

"explain."

Seeing that the other party was quite shrewd, Yi Yang temporarily withdrew his refusal, leaned back in his chair, and listened to the other party's offer.

Seeing that Yi Yang hadn't refused yet, Li Yuzhao didn't hesitate and held up three fingers, saying:

"Our salary is five hundred taels of silver per month, plus a low-grade precious pill. Moreover, the patron does not need to accompany the merchant caravan. On ordinary days, the senior can do whatever he needs to do. Only when the merchant guild encounters troubles that it cannot handle itself will it send someone to ask for help, and then the senior will step in."

After saying that, she picked up her teacup and took a small sip, her demeanor composed.

Yi Yang leaned back in his chair, outwardly calm but inwardly racing.

Five hundred taels of silver per month, plus one precious pill.

If you were to hire a martial artist with the first level of internal energy to serve as a patron in the prefectural city, the price would indeed be quite generous.

Most chambers of commerce wouldn't offer such terms unless the business is large enough or someone is backing them up.

But what about him?

Five hundred taels of silver could only buy two rank-six ordinary pills at most in a few pill shops in the prefectural city.

Alternatively, you can exchange it for a low-grade precious pill. However, some shops have limited quantities of precious pills, so they won't sell you too many at once unless it's a matter of personal relationships.

Therefore, these conditions are icing on the cake for me, not a lifeline in my time of need.

Yi Yang thought to himself as he unconsciously tapped his fingers twice on his knee.

Li Yuzhao sat opposite him, his shrewd eyes calmly awaiting his reply, a faint smile playing on his lips, clearly indicating his confidence in his own abilities.

The maid behind him finally couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "Why is this master taking so long to think about it..."

Li Yuzhao turned around and glared at her, and the little maid shrank back and shut her mouth.

Yi Yang was about to politely decline—

"Wait a minute, senior."