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

In the evening, Yi Yang changed her clothes in the backyard.

Instead of wearing the black and gold-embroidered uniform of the Sky Patrol Bureau, he chose a clean blue casual robe. The fabric was smooth, but it was by no means luxurious. He simply slung his seventy-two-pound Tiger Roar Heavy Saber over his back.

Xu Pei and six guards waited outside the courtyard gate.

The strongest of these six people was at the fifth level of Qi and Blood, and the weakest was at the third level. Standing in a row, they were the last remaining members of the White Fish City Sky Patrol Division who hadn't been taken away by outsiders.

Xu Pei watched Yi Yang come out, and seeing his attire, he opened his mouth, wanting to advise him but not daring to.

But the six people behind him didn't look so happy.

The youngest of the guards was named Chen Ming, in his early twenties, with the Qi and Blood Triple Realm. He looked at Yi Yang's attire, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he turned to exchange a glance with the person next to him.

The same message was written in their eyes—tonight is over.

Dressing like this to a banquet is no different from putting a "you're easy to bully" sign on your forehead.

Yi Yang noticed these subtle actions but didn't react. He simply patted Chen Ming on the shoulder as he walked past him and said, "Let's go get something good to eat."

His tone was as if going tonight was just like having a regular meal.

Chen Ming gritted his teeth and followed.

Fengyuan Restaurant is located in the middle of West Street in Baiyucheng.

The three-story building has upturned eaves and four large red lanterns hanging at the entrance.

The lantern looks festive during the day, but the red light shining through it at dusk gives it an indescribable eeriness when it hits people's faces.

Two rows of burly martial artists stood at the entrance of the restaurant; they were all men brought by various factions.

They were all carrying weapons, with their arms crossed in front of their chests; their posture clearly indicated they had come with ill intentions.

When the Sky Patrol Division arrived, their gaze swept over Yi Yang and his group, but they didn't even bother to give them a proper look.

Ignoring these insignificant people, Yi Yang walked through the two rows of people into the restaurant. He found the lobby on the first floor empty, with tables and chairs set up but no customers.

It's obvious that the entire building has been booked out tonight, but there's not even a single person to guide us downstairs, which is clearly a deliberate attempt to make things difficult.

At this moment, Xu Pei leaned over and whispered, "Sir, the private room is on the third floor. I've been here before."

Hearing him say that, Yi Yang nodded and went up the stairs.

Their steps were neither fast nor slow, each step making a soft creaking sound on the wooden steps.

His senses had already begun to work the moment he stepped into the restaurant.

On the third floor, seven auras emanated.

The two strongest are both at the sixth level of Qi and Blood Perfection.

The other five paths are between the fourth and fifth levels.

There is no internal energy realm.

None of these factions sent a single person at the Inner Qi Realm, clearly indicating they didn't take him seriously and treated him like an old man they could easily dismiss.

Yi Yang's lips twitched, and he thought to himself:

"interesting."

As he stepped onto the last step of the third floor, he saw a middle-aged man in a silk shirt already smiling and coming up to greet him.

This man had a prosperous appearance, with a small tuft of beard on his chin. His hands were tucked into his sleeves, and when he smiled, his eyes narrowed into slits as he greeted her:

"This must be the newly appointed Inspector General? It's an honor to meet you. I am Zhou Tao, the head steward of the Wei family."

After saying that, he cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

Yi Yang glanced at the other person, then nodded with a smile and said, "Manager Zhou, you're too kind."

Zhou Tao led Yi Yang inside.

The third floor is an open banquet hall with a large round table in the middle that can seat more than a dozen people. At this moment, the dishes on the table have not yet been fully served, but the drinks are already laid out.

Yi Yang looked around and found that five people were already sitting around the round table.

Xu Pei gave Yi Yang a brief introduction to the people working there.

Zhou Tao, the head steward of the Wei family, sat in the main seat.

The man from the Mo family was a man in his forties who looked like an accountant. His surname was Xue, and he was said to be in charge of the Mo family's properties in the outer city. His strength was at the fifth level of Qi and Blood.

A tall, thin man with a gloomy face arrived at the Green Snake Gang. He called himself the leader and his name was Leng Sheng. He possessed the sixth level of Qi and Blood.

The one from the Three Lakes Gang was a loud-voiced fat man nicknamed Iron Pot Jiang. He was also a hall master, with a strength at the sixth level of Qi and Blood Perfection.

The White Fish Merchant Guild sent a young scholar, who was all smiles and had a low profile.

Five people.

Five Represents.

None of them were truly influential figures within their respective factions.

As for the missing faction, the Shallow Water Gang, they haven't even sent anyone yet.

After Xu Pei finished his introduction standing behind Yi Yang, he clenched his fists tightly, his jawline was taut, and the veins in his temples throbbed.

This is an insult.

Naked, undisguised humiliation.

For the welcoming banquet for the new Director of the Sky Patrol Bureau, they didn't even bother to send a deputy gang leader or deputy family head.

The moment these third and fourth-ranking figures sat down at the table, the unspoken message was crystal clear—this is all the Sky Patrol Division is worth.

But Yi Yang sat down as if nothing had happened.

His posture was quite relaxed; he leaned back in his chair, picked up the teacup in front of him with his left hand, took a sip, and said:

"You're all too kind, everyone. You've really gone to such lengths for an old man like me."

He smiled and glanced around at the people at the table.

Hearing the representatives exchange glances, they wondered what Yi Yang meant by those words.

At this moment, Leng Sheng of the Green Snake Gang spoke first, his tone sinister:

"Lord Yi is so old, yet he has traveled so far to take up his post in our White Fish City. It must be very arduous. At his age, he is still serving the court with his life. I admire him."

The implication is that you're practically in your grave, so why are you even bothering to join in the fun?

Yi Yang, holding his teacup, smiled unchanged: "Thank you all for not minding. This old man can still work for a few more years."

Jiang Ha, the leader of the Sanhu Gang, laughed loudly, slapping the table and saying, "Lord Yi, you're so generous! Come on, let's have a drink! We don't stand on ceremony in White Fish City. As long as you don't make things difficult for us, we'll all be friends from now on!"

His words were even more direct.

Let's mind our own business and live in peace.

Yi Yang didn't reply, but just smiled and raised his glass in return.

Just when everyone thought the meal was just a formality, a series of noisy footsteps came from the third-floor stairwell.

It carries an undisguised flamboyance.

A robust man in his thirties stepped onto the last step.

This man had shoulders as broad as a low wall, a face full of fleshy muscles, a missing corner of his left earlobe, and a gold chain as thick as a thumb hanging around his neck. The aura emanating from him was clearly that of a person at the sixth level of perfect Qi and Blood.

The man who arrived was Zheng Haitao, the chief steward of the Shallow Water Gang.

He finally arrived, but he was at least half an hour late.

After Zheng Haitao came in, his triangular eyes didn't even look in Yi Yang's direction.

He walked straight to the table, first shaking hands with Zhou Tao from the Wei family, then patting Iron Pot Jiang on the shoulder before saying:

"Old Jiang, you've lost weight."

Iron Pot Jiang, with his booming voice, retorted, "Get lost! Where have I lost weight?!"

The two looked at each other and burst into laughter.

Zheng Haitao bumped fists with Leng Sheng, nodded to Steward Xue from the Mo family, and even exchanged a few pleasantries with the young scholar from the White Fish Merchant Guild.

Then he sat down.

He didn't look at Yi Yang even once from beginning to end.

They didn't say hello.

No formalities were performed.

It's as if Yi Yang doesn't exist.

Upon seeing this, Xu Pei's temples throbbed even more violently, and the breathing of the guards behind him became heavy.

This wasn't just a simple case of Zheng Haitao underestimating him.

Instead, they wanted to humiliate Yi Yang in front of everyone in the Sky Patrol Division and all the major powers!

Xu Pei couldn't hold back any longer and took half a step forward to speak.

Yi Yang put down his teacup, waved to him, and indicated that he didn't need to speak.

There was a brief silence on the table.

All eyes turned to him, waiting to see how the new director would react.

Yi Yang spoke up, his tone excessively gentle: "This must be Steward Zheng of the Shallow Water Gang, right? I've heard so much about you. Please, have a seat."

He even moved aside to make room for Zheng Haitao.

At this moment, Zheng Haitao lazily glanced at Yi Yang and snorted out a sound as a response.

Iron Pot Jiang laughed out loud.

Leng Sheng lowered his head and drank, his shoulders trembling, seemingly not expecting the newly appointed director to be so timid.

Wei Jiazhou wiped the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, trying to appear more presentable, but the smile in his narrowed eyes was impossible to hide.

Soft persimmons.

An absolute pushover.

This word was written on the face of everyone present.

Yi Yang observed everyone's reactions, but his smile remained unchanged.

After waiting a while longer, I made sure no one else would come.

He gently placed the teacup on the table, making a very soft, crisp sound, and then said:

"Now that everyone is here..."

Yi Yang's gaze slowly swept over the group, still carrying that kind smile.

"So, everyone, have you all prepared my inaugural gift?"

Several pairs of eyes met for a moment at the table.

Zhou Tao from the Wei family was the first to speak, his smile widening even further: "Of course, it's prepared for you, sir."

He clapped his hands twice, and a servant ran up the stairs, carrying a mahogany box in both hands, and placed it in front of Yi Yang.

Yi Yang opened it and took a look.

There was an inkstone lying inside.

An ordinary stone inkstone.

It's probably the kind of thing you can buy for 300 coins at a stationery shop on the street in White Fish City.

Steward Xue from the Mo family pushed over a cloth bag. Inside were two packets of new tea, the cheapest kind of loose tea.

Leng Sheng from the Green Snake Gang tossed over a purse. Yi Yang squeezed it; it contained five taels of loose silver.

Jiang Gengjue, from the Sanhu Gang, pulled out a handful of copper coins from his pocket, slammed them on the table, and shouted, "Brother, don't think it's too little, it's just a token of my appreciation!"

The White Fish Merchant Guild handed over a folding fan.

The whole audience burst into laughter.

At this moment, Xu Pei's face had turned as red as a pig's liver... a deep, bright red.

He never expected his boss to be such a coward. If that's the case, then it would have been better if the prefectural government hadn't sent anyone at all!

If word gets out tonight, the Sky Patrol Bureau will be utterly humiliated.

Just then, Zheng Haitao leaned back in his chair, turned his head, and shouted at the top of his lungs towards the stairwell.

"Bring this stuff up here, you bastards!"

As he finished speaking, heavy footsteps came from downstairs.

One step, two steps, three steps, four steps.

Four burly men appeared from the stairwell carrying a black lacquered coffin.

The coffin lid was painted with seven layers of lacquer, making it shiny black, and the copper nails were neatly arranged. The workmanship was much more expensive than the clothes Yi Yang was wearing.

The four members of the Shallow Water Gang placed the coffin in the very center of the banquet hall, right next to the round table.

The laughter in the audience paused for a moment, then erupted even louder.

Zheng Haitao, with his legs crossed and his gold chain swaying in the lamplight, pointed smugly at Yi Yang and said:

"Lord Yi, to congratulate your predecessor, I'm presenting you with a grand gift! May your coffin be raised and your fortune increased! Understand?"

He grinned, revealing a gold front tooth, and said:

"Besides, I see you're not young anymore. Keeping this around won't hurt; you'll need it sooner or later, don't you think?"

The words had barely left his lips.

Everyone present exchanged glances, their eyes filled with schadenfreude and a sense of anticipation.

Xu Pei's hand was already on the hilt of his knife. The guards behind him were ashen-faced and trembling—not from fear, but from anger.

Only Yi Yang looked at the coffin with a calm expression.

He stood up.

He slowly walked towards the coffin.

He walked very slowly, like a curious old man examining something new.

"The workmanship is quite good." Yi Yang reached out and touched the lacquer on the coffin lid, his tone even carrying a hint of appreciation.

Zheng Haitao laughed even more unrestrainedly, slapping his thigh and saying, "Absolutely, the finest golden nanmu..."

But his voice trailed off there.

Because the moment Yi Yang got close to the coffin, his entire aura changed drastically.

There was no warning.

There were no signs.

There were no unnecessary movements.

Yi Yang condensed a powerful internal energy in his right palm, so thick it distorted the air, and swung it directly toward Zheng Haitao's face.

The two were less than three feet apart.

Zheng Haitao, who had reached the sixth level of Qi and Blood perfection, didn't even have time to blink.

"laugh--"

A faint yet sharp whooshing sound rang out in the banquet hall.

Zheng Haitao's head exploded.

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