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

At this moment, Yan Wuyuan took out another map from a hidden compartment behind the desk and spread it on the table.

With her slender fingers pointing to a spot marked in red, she said:

"White Fish City".

"The only county town in the prefecture that borders Bailongze in Qingzhou, it is rich in resources and has a wide trade route."

My fingertip traced the trade routes on the map, finally stopping at the city emblem of White Fish City.

"Therefore, the Nine Evil Sect will absolutely not be allowed to take action there."

"But currently only one altar master is making an appearance, so the commotion is not significant."

"But if you can really find out the whereabouts of that sect leader, that would be a big deal!"

Yan Wuyuan looked up at Yi Yang, her tone carrying a rare hint of seriousness as she spoke:

"If you can accomplish this cleanly and efficiently, it will be more than just a matter of merit."

"At that time, this might be a great step forward for me, and I might be directly promoted to the position of candidate for chief inspector by the chief inspector."

Alternate Chief Inspector.

When Yi Yang heard this, he was taken aback.

He knew all too well the weight of those five words.

That wasn't just a nominal position; it was a real step into the core of the power circle in the prefectural city.

The increase in monthly salary is secondary; the key is that resource channels and access to cultivation techniques will experience a leap forward.

A pie in the sky?

Of course, it's just empty promises.

But this pie in the sky is big enough.

Yi Yang folded the atlas and put it into his bosom, then clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Your subordinate will do his best."

Yan Wuyuan didn't reply, but tapped her fingers lightly on the table twice, her gaze falling on Yi Yang.

The hall was quiet for a moment.

Then she spoke, saying in a cautionary tone:

"There's one more thing."

"The news of your killing of Zhao Hu has already spread, and the remaining members of the Six Bandits who were killed are most likely already targeting you."

Yi Yang's back tensed slightly.

Although he had expected it, hearing those words from Yan Wuyuan's mouth made all the difference.

This means that the Yuquan Division has obtained accurate information.

"Their boss, 'Zong Sha,' might not personally take action."

Yan Wuyuan tilted her head, as if recalling something, and said, "Although that person was a bandit, a True Qi Realm expert still has some arrogance about him."

"But he still has two members under his command who are at the third level of internal energy."

"One of them was even at the peak of the third level of internal energy."

Triple perfection.

These four words made Yi Yang's expression turn serious.

He had just broken through to the third level and his foundation was not yet solid, so there was a significant gap between the two.

"Therefore, you must be careful on your journey. Don't die on the way before you even reach White Fish City. If that happens, I will have no choice but to make this matter public."

"But if that's the case, then the head of the incense shop might not show up at all, so you need to understand that."

Upon hearing the other party's reminder, Yi Yang understood the importance of the matter. He said in a calm voice, "I understand. I will act with caution."

Yan Wuyuan didn't say anything more, and raised her hand to make a "step back" gesture.

Yi Yang turned and walked towards the palace gate. His steps were steady, his back straight, and his breathing even.

As I reached the threshold, a voice came from behind me.

The voice was very soft, so soft it sounded like talking to oneself.

"Don't die out there."

Yi Yang paused for a second.

"Youquan Division doesn't have many capable people, and you're one of the better ones."

It was strange to hear those words from Yan Wuyuan.

It wasn't exactly concern, not even politeness, but for this woman who rarely uttered a single useless word, this was unprecedented.

Yi Yang didn't turn around, but simply replied with a sentence.

"Your subordinate has remembered."

He stepped across the threshold, and the palace doors closed behind him.

He killed six bandits.

Internal energy reaches its peak in three stages.

Master of the Nine Evil Sects.

A possible True Qi Realm Master.

He had just eaten a fruit and entered the third level when he turned around and was about to wade into this muddy water.

Six months ago in Sanmu Village, he would never have encountered these things even if he chopped firewood his whole life.

"Alright."

Yi Yang said to himself, "Who told you to eat other people's food?"

He who takes a bribe is bound to do his bidding; he who eats another's food is obligated to do his bidding.

An unchanging truth.

……

For three days after returning to the courtyard, Yi Yang locked the door and refused to see anyone.

The first thing is to adapt to the new level of cultivation.

The physical sensation of the third level of internal energy is completely different from that of the second level. The Qi Sea has expanded by one-third, and the density and texture of the internal energy have undergone earth-shattering changes, requiring a recalibration of the power output of the limbs and bones.

He took the Tiger Roar from the corner of the wall and held it horizontally in one hand.

The 72-pound black iron heavy sword was twirled in his palm. Its heavy weight was still there, but the feeling of "heaviness" had disappeared.

Yi Yang casually unleashed a horizontal slash.

hum-

A low, piercing sound echoed through the courtyard.

The gust of wind whipped up by the blade as it sliced ​​through the air lifted fallen leaves two zhang away by half a foot.

Like an arm controlling its fingers.

These four words are most appropriate for this moment.

Yi Yang sheathed his sword, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips.

The second thing is to complete the two important techniques from the initial stage to the final stage.

This is the current progress.

[Internal Cultivation of the Five Organs - Perfected (78300/80000)]

【Crossing the River with a Touch of Water - Perfect Completion (48600/50000)】 (Mentioned in Chapter 109.)

Three days.

With the blessing of sixty times the power of destiny, Yi Yang finished up the last bit of progress in these two techniques.

When we finished our practice on the evening of the third day, the numbers on the panel quietly settled.

[Internal Cultivation of the Five Organs - Perfected (8000/80000)]

【Crossing the River with a Touch of Water - Perfect Success (5000/50000)】

Consummation.

Everything went perfectly.

Yi Yang stood in the courtyard, feeling the feedback from his body after mastering the two cultivation techniques.

After the internal energy cultivation of the five internal organs is perfected, a faint layer of energy membrane covers the five internal organs and six bowels.

The thing was so thin that its thickness was imperceptible, but Yi Yang was certain that even a powerful expert at the third level of internal energy perfection could not easily seriously injure him.

The process of crossing the river by skimming the water becomes even more intuitive after it is successfully completed.

He tried to activate his movement technique in the courtyard, and the moment his toes touched the ground, he disappeared from the spot.

fast.

It was so fast that even he himself thought it was outrageous.

The distance from the east to the west of the courtyard is only seven zhang (approximately 33 meters), which he can now cover in a single step.

When the ball of my foot landed, the dust on the ground didn't move at all, and the airflow wasn't disturbed either.

Yi Yang stopped and looked down at his feet.

"At this speed, even that pig king from before probably couldn't catch up with me."

……

The night before departure.

An oil lamp was lit beside the stone table in the courtyard, and the chirping of insects came intermittently from the base of the wall.

Jiang Yuexin squatted down to help Yi Yang organize his backpack. The dry food was wrapped in three layers of oil paper, with wound medicine and bandages stuffed in the outermost layer for easy access, and the change of clothes rolled up and pressed at the bottom.

"Is White Fish City far?" she asked without looking up.

"It's not far, about two days by fast horse."

"How long will it take you to get back?"

"It's hard to say." Yi Yang leaned back in her chair, watching her granddaughter's busy figure. "About half a month to a month."

Jiang Yuexin fastened the buttons on her backpack, patted off the dust, and looked up at Yi Yang.

The lamplight illuminated her face; she was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, still somewhat childish in her features, but the look in her eyes was much more composed than it had been six months ago.

"Sir, I'm not going this time."

Yi Yang raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

"Shouldn't you be more patient?"

Jiang Yuexin pouted and pushed her backpack towards Yi Yang: "This mission is definitely going to be dangerous. I can't help you, and I'll only hold you back."

She lowered her head and muttered softly, "I'm not stupid."

Yi Yang didn't say anything, but reached out and patted her on the head twice.

Jiang Yuexin didn't dodge; she just squatted there and quietly let herself be patted twice.

After a few breaths, she spoke again, her voice muffled: "Promise me you'll bring back some sugar cakes from White Fish City when you come back. I heard their jujube paste cakes are especially delicious."

"OK."

"And glutinous rice balls."

"OK."

"besides--"

"If you say that again, I won't come back."

"..."

Jiang Yuexin stood up angrily and walked towards her room. After taking two steps, she turned back and glared at him: "You bad guy."

Then he ran away.

Yi Yang watched the retreating figure, the smile on his lips lingering for several breaths before finally fading away.

……

On the morning of the third day.

Yi Yang changed into the standard uniform of the Sky Patrol Division, with the Tiger Roar slung across his back.

When they arrived at the rear hall of Youquan Division, Liu Qing was already waiting at the door.

She handed me a document sealed with sealing wax.

Yi Yang glanced at it.

Issued by the Prefectural City Astronomical Bureau and stamped with the seal of the Judgment Hall.

The petition states that Yi Yang, in his temporary capacity as the Director of the Patrol, is representing the Sky Patrol Bureau to handle the affairs of the Nine Heretical Cults in Baiyu County, and during this period, he has the authority to control the local branches of the Sky Patrol Bureau.

Interim Patrol Director.

Although it was temporary, the stamp on the document was genuine.

Yi Yang folded the document and put it into his inner pocket, then cupped his hands in thanks to Liu Qing: "Thank you."

Liu Qing nodded, without saying anything more.

Yi Yang turned and left Youquan Division, merging into the streets of the prefectural city in the early morning.

……

News of Yi Yang's journey to Baiyu City had already spread within the Sky Patrol Bureau two days prior.

There are never any truly airtight walls inside the Sky Patrol Division.

"Have you heard? That old man from Youquan Division has taken on another job."

"And he was promoted to interim patrol director? And he's going to White Fish City?"

"Didn't someone with the second level of internal energy die in White Fish City?"

Send someone else?

Why not send someone stronger?

Several guards were whispering among themselves in the guardhouse.

His tone contained sneer, disdain, and a hint of envy that was hard to define.

"What do you know?"

In the corner, an older patrol captain, cracking sunflower seeds and with his legs crossed, chimed in:

"White Fish City borders White Dragon Marsh, do you know how fertile that place is?"

"Even if this old man can't defeat the Nine Evil Sect, he can ask for help and wait for the real experts from the prefectural city to clean up the mess. He, as a temporary patrol director, can sit there and skim off the profits. He can live off the scraps for three years."

After he finished speaking, there was a brief silence in the room.

Then the sneer in those eyes turned into jealousy.

……

On the same day, in an inconspicuous teahouse in the north of the city.

Three people were sitting in a private room by the window on the second floor.

Zhou Yang, the chief inspector of the Punishment Division, sat in the center, with a colleague of the same rank sitting on each of his left and right sides.

The tea on the table had gone mostly cold, and no one touched it.

Zhou Yang said with a very unpleasant expression:

"The job in White Fish City was originally mine."

He placed the teacup on the table with light force, but the crisp sound of the porcelain hitting the table silenced the people on either side.

"I've been nagging Lord Xiao for half a month, just waiting for this lucrative assignment to come through."

"And the result? Yuquan Si interfered, what gave that sixty-year-old good-for-nothing the right to do it?"

Upon hearing this, the patrol director surnamed Meng on the left rubbed his fingers together and lowered his voice, saying:

"We can't openly touch the affairs of the Youquan Division; I've heard that a high-ranking official from the Youquan Division is behind it."

"That woman, Yan Wuyuan... we can't afford to offend her."

"I didn't say I wanted to provoke her."

Zhou Yang leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the street outside the window, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

"Yi Yang killed the man who killed the six bandits. The news has spread throughout the underground of the prefecture. What kind of temper do those desperados have? They always seek revenge."

The colleague on the right, who hadn't spoken, raised his eyelids and met Zhou Yang's gaze for a moment.

It's an unspoken understanding.

Zhou Yang reached for the now-cold teacup, took a sip, and his tone became nonchalant:

"When Yi Yang leaves, which route he takes, and where he goes... if someone accidentally finds out, it's not a big deal, is it?"

The three remained silent for five breaths.

Then Director Meng on the left nodded slightly.

This is enough.

That afternoon, several seemingly insignificant messages quietly reached the ears of the city's underground forces through the hands of three or four intermediaries.

……

The next day.

Before dawn, the city was shrouded in a thin layer of grayish-blue.

Yi Yang led a mythical beast horse issued by the Sky Patrol Division out of the courtyard gate.

This horse is entirely gray-black, with a shoulder height a head taller than ordinary horses, and has amazing endurance, easily covering three hundred miles a day.

Tiger Roar slung across his back, while the official documents and tokens were carefully kept close to his body.

Yi Yang mounted his horse and glanced back at the direction of the small courtyard from the alley entrance.

The light is off.

He withdrew his gaze, spurred his horse, and the strange beast galloped off towards the south gate.

The sound of hooves echoed through the empty morning street, startling a few sparrows that were still dozing under the eaves.

When I exited the south gate, the city gate had just opened, and the guards checked my token and let me through.

Yi Yang spurred his horse onto the official road and galloped south.

The official road was straight, with vast fields of harvested farmland on both sides, and the morning breeze carried the earthy smell of soil.

He wasn't walking fast, but he didn't deliberately slow down either. The situation in White Fish City didn't allow him to travel at a leisurely pace.

The sound of horses' hooves gradually faded into the distance.

Three hundred paces outside the south gate of the prefectural city behind him was the second floor of a tavern.

The curtains were partially lifted from the inside.

A thin man with an old scar on the corner of his mouth put down his wine cup and licked the old scar with the tip of his tongue.

He didn't turn around, but spoke softly into the shadows behind him.

"I'm gone."