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

The follower behind Yi Yang quickened his pace as soon as he saw his target disappear around a corner.

The tracker knew that if he lost track of his target, he wouldn't be able to explain it to the deputy curator when he returned.

His footsteps swept quickly past the seams of the bluestone slabs, and his figure swiftly circled the right-angle turn.

The tracker stopped.

A hand reached out from the side, its five fingers gripping his throat.

The force from the other person's hand made him feel as if he were being choked by a strange beast.

The other person's palm was pressed against his Adam's apple, their fingertips digging into the muscles on the side of his neck, and powerful internal energy poured into it, lifting him up from the ground.

His back slammed against the wall, the moss between the bricks was crushed by the back of his head, and a damp, cold sensation came from his scalp.

The man following Yi Yang was a lean man in his early thirties with ordinary features. He wore an inconspicuous gray outfit and had a short blade at his waist.

This outfit would be seen everywhere on the streets of White Fish City and wouldn't attract any attention.

But at this moment his face turned bright red, his feet kicked off the ground, and the tips of his shoes kept scraping against the wall, leaving several white marks.

Yi Yang stood in front of him, barely using his arm.

With his left hand, he calmly grasped the other person's wrist as it reached for the short blade, his fingers wedging into the gap between the wrist bones and giving it a gentle twist.

Click.

The dull thud of a dislocated wrist bone shattering echoed twice in the alley, followed by a sharp pain that caused the short blade in his hand to slip from his grasp, clatter twice, and roll into the water stains at the base of the wall.

The stalker's mouth was wide open, but he couldn't even let out a scream.

His throat was being squeezed, all sounds were blocked in his throat, and he could only squeeze out muffled sobs from his nose.

Yi Yang showed no pity and dragged him deeper into the alley.

The person being carried had their feet dragging on the ground, the tips of their shoes leaving two shallow marks on the bluestone slab.

As you delve deeper into the alley, you reach a dead end, where three high walls enclose a small space less than ten feet square.

There were some rotten planks and broken bricks piled on the ground, and a water vat with a broken bottom in the corner was lying there half full of rainwater.

Yi Yang pinned the guy who was following him against the wall in a blind spot.

My fingers loosened a little.

It's not that I'm soft-hearted, it's that I need the other person to speak.

"Who sent you?"

Yi Yang spoke softly and in a calm tone, but the killing intent contained within was quite obvious.

Sensing the murderous intent, the man pinned against the wall trembled violently. He coughed twice, his throat emitting hoarse gasps.

The tracker couldn't understand it.

Before entering the city, the deputy master made it clear that the target was a sixty-year-old man with a strength of at most the first level of internal energy.

It shouldn't be too difficult for a martial arts instructor with only one level of internal energy to keep watch.

But the hand gripping his neck now is filled with a frighteningly thick amount of internal energy.

This is not the strength of someone at the first level of internal energy.

The two are vastly different.

"I'll ask one more time."

Seeing that the other party did not answer, Yi Yang moved his right thumb to the edge of the other party's eye socket while speaking, and pressed the fingertip against the thin skin below the eye socket.

Seeing the approaching finger, the tracker's pupils constricted, and he struggled to twist his body, trying to break free from control, but to no avail.

Seeing that the other party was still resisting, Yi Yang began to slowly apply pressure with his thumb.

Finally, under the threat of his own eyeballs being crushed, the stalker couldn't hold on any longer and said in fear:

"Stop moving! I'll talk! I'll talk! Don't squeeze my eyeballs out!"

"Xing...Xingshan Martial Arts School...I am Sun Le, the instructor of Xingshan Martial Arts School..."

The voice squeezed out intermittently from Sun Le's throat, each word trembling as he spoke:

"Ye Jin... it was Deputy Master Ye Jin who asked me to keep an eye on him... I set off from the prefectural city with the Deputy Master six days ago... and we only arrived in White Fish City yesterday..."

When he heard the other person finally speak, Yi Yang stopped applying pressure with his thumb, but did not move it away.

A string of tears streamed down Sun Le's face, and his voice grew increasingly rapid, as if he wanted to spill everything he knew.

"The deputy master instructed me to guard the city gate and keep an eye on all martial artists entering the city from the direction of the prefectural city... especially elderly people around sixty years old, whose aura is around the first level of inner qi. Report to him as soon as you spot them..."

Upon hearing the other person's words, Yi Yang frowned; he didn't recognize those names.

"Ye Jin?"

"The deputy head of Xingshan Martial Arts School?"

He didn't have a deep impression of the name. After Yi Yang joined Youquan Division, he spent his days either cultivating or carrying out missions, and had almost no interaction with the martial arts schools in the prefectural city.

Yi Yang asked, "Why is he staring at me?"

Upon hearing this question, Sun Le shook his head vigorously, as if it were a rattle-drum. He genuinely didn't know about his deputy's decision, but he still said:

"I don't know... I really don't know... The deputy curator didn't say why, he just told me to keep an eye on people... I'm just a gofer..."

Yi Yang stared into his eyes for three breaths.

From the degree of pupil dilation, the frequency of eye movements, and the rhythm of breathing, one thing was confirmed.

Sun Le wasn't lying.

According to him, a coach with only one level of internal energy is indeed not qualified to know too many inside stories.

Yi Yang then asked, "Where is Ye Jin now?"

Sun Le didn't hesitate at all when asked this question. He'd already said so much, so this little bit of trace was insignificant. He said:

"The Wei family of the east of the city! They're staying in the Wei family's VIP villa! They're also accompanied by two martial arts masters, one at the second level of internal energy and the other at the first level!"

The Wei family is one of the two major families in White Fish City.

Ye Jin's residence in the Wei family's villa indicates that the two families had dealings with each other.

Their interactions were ostensibly for mutual learning and exchange, but the fact that Ye Jin had arranged for someone to keep an eye on him before he set off indicated that Ye Jin was after him.

Yi Yang's fingers, which were gripping Sun Le's throat, twitched slightly as he asked:

"Ye Jin's strength."

"Third level of internal energy!" Sun Le answered almost eagerly, "Only half a step away from perfection... The deputy master isn't very old, thirty-five... He's considered top-tier among his peers in the prefectural city..."

Internal energy has reached three levels, just half a step away from perfection.

Thirty-five years old.

Yi Yang memorized all this information.

He was at the same level as me, but there was a significant difference between us. He had just entered the third level and his foundation was not yet fully stable.

Ye Jin had been struggling at the triple threshold for who knows how long.

The problem is, when did I offend this person?

Yi Yang went through his memories but couldn't find any connection whatsoever.

Seeing that Yi Yang had remained silent for a while without making a move, Sun Le's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, eased a little. His eyes darted around, and his voice carried a hint of flattery.

"Senior... I've told you everything I know... I swear I won't tell anyone about what happened today... Please let me go, and I'll leave White Fish City immediately and never appear before you again..."

Yi Yang looked down at him, her eyes calm and revealing no emotion.

Sun Le was still making promises, his lips moving faster and faster.

He probably read some kind of signal from the deadly look in Yi Yang's eyes, and his voice started to go off-key and grew louder, trying to attract attention.

"Senior, I really..."

But Yi Yang clenched his five fingers.

A tiny cracking sound came from the blind spot.

Sun Le's body went limp, hanging on Yi Yang's palm, his knees bent as he knelt in the pile of broken bricks.

His eyes were still wide open, his mouth was crooked to one side, and the unfinished word "please" lingered on his lips.

After confirming that Sun Le was truly dead, Yi Yang released his grip and let the body fall to the ground naturally.

Then he squatted down and dragged Sun Le into the deepest part of the corner, into the pile of junk.

A layer of broken wooden planks was placed on top, half of a rotten straw mat was laid on top, and a few broken bricks were pulled from the base of the wall to weigh down the corners.

After doing all this, Yi Yang rinsed his hands in the puddles on the alley wall and wrung them out.

He stood up and patted the dust off his knees.

Ye Jin.

He remembered the name.

Although he didn't know the other party's purpose, since the other party dared to send people to follow him, there was only one possible outcome.

"die!"

Yi Yang turned and walked towards the alley entrance, his steps still unhurried.

Northwest of the city.

The White Fish City Astronomical Bureau's office is located at the intersection of two side roads.

It occupies a considerable area, with three courtyards in total, featuring blue bricks and gray tiles, and the three large iron characters "巡天司" (Xuntiansi, meaning "Patrol Office") hanging above the gate.

Two guards stood at the entrance, one at the third level of Qi and Blood, and the other at the fourth level.

The two men's armor looked relatively new, but their overall demeanor exuded a lazy air.

Upon arriving at his destination, Yi Yang walked up to the front, took out the black token of Youquan Division and the appointment document stamped with the wax seal of the Judgment Hall from his bosom, and handed them over.

The guard who took the document was the one with the fourth level of Qi and Blood.

He saw that the visitor was an old man, and initially didn't pay much attention, but after glancing down at him...

He froze completely.

On the document in the old man's hand, the four characters "Inspector General" were neatly written in ink.

Next to it was a sealing wax seal larger than the palm of my hand, its gold-plated edges reflecting a ray of light in the sunlight.

Upon seeing all this, the patrolman's Adam's apple bobbed.

He suddenly looked up and saw the old man in front of him wearing an old gray shirt and carrying a knife wrapped in coarse linen.

He looked down again at the heavy official seal on the document.

Look up again.

Lower your head again.

He seemed somewhat unsure, but after checking several times and confirming there were no problems, he returned the document to Yi Yang with both hands.

He immediately turned and ran towards the Sky Patrol Headquarters, shouting at the top of his lungs as he ran:

"The Director is here! The Director from Fucheng is here! Quickly, call Brother Xu! Quickly, call everyone out!"

As for Yi Yang, he stood at the door, and when he saw this scene, his lips twitched, but he didn't say anything.

Before half a cup of tea had been brewed, a sudden commotion erupted in the courtyard.

A dozen or so people poured out from all directions.

Some had their armor plates not fastened properly, some were still clutching half-eaten steamed buns, and one young patrolman even shuffled along with one shoe while carrying the other in his hand as he ran.

The leader was a middle-aged man in his forties, not very tall but with broad shoulders and a thick back. He had a square face with a dark reddish tinge, and thick eyebrows that were furrowed into an inverted V shape.

His aura was steady and solid, and his Qi and blood were at the sixth level of perfection. He should be the strongest person that this Sky Patrol Division could boast.

The man stopped three steps in front of Yi Yang, clasped his hands together and pressed them down, his face beaming with smiles, and introduced himself to Yi Yang:

"Your subordinate, Xu Pei, Acting Deputy Director of the White Fish City Sky Patrol Division, respectfully welcomes Your Excellency!"

The dozen or so guards behind him stood in two neat rows, some with crooked postures and some still buttoning their clothes, but their voices were all in unison.

"Greetings, Director!"