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

Yi Yang lay motionless in the pile of dead leaves.

Half a mouthful of bloody foam clung to his beard, the fishy smell clinging to the back of his tongue, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

His back was burning, his clothes were torn in a large patch, and his skin was scraped raw by tree roots and broken branches. If it were his old bones, this would have kept him in bed for half a month, and he might even have died from a fever.

But after refining the skin, things are different.

It hurts, as much as it hurts.

The bones weren't broken, the tendons weren't injured, and the skin and flesh were just cut.

Yi Yang suppressed his breathing to a very low level, his chest rising and falling so lightly that even the blades of grass were too lazy to move.

At the other end of the woods, Wang Yue and Li Shun followed the snake blood deeper into the forest.

Wang Yue's voice drifted from afar.

"Quick! That beast can't have gone far!"

Li Shun replied, "Don't just think about the baby; be careful it doesn't bite back before it dies."

The two walked away into the distance.

Yi Yang remained lying down.

He waited for a while longer before the mountain breeze, which blew through the grass, carried away the last bit of life, and he finally opened his eyes.

"Wang Yue".

Yi Yang pressed the tip of his tongue against the bloody tooth root.

"You handed me that knife quite smoothly."

The fact that the giant snake rushed towards me just now was no coincidence.

Wang Yue deliberately deflected the snake's tail with his knife, using force and angle to drive the snake away.

Yi Yang slowly turned over, first touching his back, then his ribs.

The wound was painful and numb, but I could bear it.

He picked up a wood-chopping knife from among the dead leaves, then smeared a piece of wet mud on the edge of the wound to cover the smell of blood.

The old woodcutter had lived in the mountains for decades. He wouldn't boast about any other skills, but hiding, finding the way, and recognizing footprints were his livelihood.

The decaying leaves that Wang Yue and Li Shun stepped on hadn't bounced back yet.

The snake blood drag marks are clearer.

A dark red streak climbed down the slope, its strong, sweet and pungent smell making one's stomach churn.

Yi Yang crouched down and followed.

He was neither fast nor slow.

If you're too close, you'll be easily detected; if you're too far away, you'll easily lose track of the connection.

This distance is important.

The old man's main principle in doing things is to be steady and cautious.

The mountain path became increasingly remote, with vines hanging down and slippery leaves brushing against our cheeks from time to time.

The snake blood trailed ahead all the way to the shady cliff face.

There is a natural cave there, with the entrance mostly covered by withered vines. If it weren't for the dark red pool of snake blood at the entrance, outsiders might not even give it a second glance.

Wang Yue and Li Shun had already arrived at the cave entrance.

The two stood very close, yet half a step apart.

That half-step was brilliant.

They can fight alongside enemies, or casually slash people.

Yi Yang hid behind a clump of vines, keeping his body low to the ground.

Wang Yue picked up his knife, sniffed it, frowned, and cursed, "Damn it, this smell is stronger than overnight swill."

Li Shun whispered, "There's a medicinal scent in the cave."

Wang Yue's eyelids twitched.

The two exchanged a glance, said nothing more, and entered the cave one after the other.

Yi Yang waited for them to go inside for several dozen breaths before moving along the cave wall to the cave entrance.

The cave was damp and dark, and the ground was covered with fragments of snake skin and broken bones.

There were rabbit bones, dog bones, and several pieces of human finger bones.

It was a stark white, scattered in the mud; anyone who saw it would feel a chill run down their spine.

Deep inside, the giant snake was curled up in a corner, its flesh torn open, half a fork stuck in its abdomen, its left eye a bloody hole, and its breath was extremely weak.

But it hadn't died yet.

The snake's tongue flicked in and out, still carrying a menacing air.

Next to where the giant snake was coiled, there was a raised stone platform.

A crimson herb grew in the crack of the stone platform.

The size of a fist.

The roots burrowed into the cracks in the rocks, and fine lines ran across the surface of the medicinal herb. It was a bright red, and the aroma of the herb mixed with the smell of snakes actually suppressed half of the bloody smell that filled the cave.

Wang Yue's breathing became labored.

Li Shun tightened his grip on the knife.

Wang Yue's throat felt a little dry.

"Red Yuan Fruit."

Li Shun clearly recognized the treasure as well, and a hint of greed was faintly revealed in his eyes.

Wang Yue grinned, his eyes filled with greed. "Once you've reached the first level of Qi and Blood, this is enough to power your flesh. You couldn't buy that in the county town even for several hundred taels of silver. Brother Li, we've really hit the jackpot this time."

Outside the cave entrance, Yi Yang felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

Red Yuan Fruit.

Work out the meat.

Qi and blood are both important.

These words were truly tempting, but he quickly suppressed his excitement.

No matter how precious the treasure is, you have to be alive to get it.

Wang Yue lowered the knife tip and whispered, "Kill the snake first. This beast isn't dead yet; whoever touches the medicine will die first."

Li Shun nodded in agreement. "Alright."

As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them moved at the same time.

Wang Yue attacked from the front, slashing at the snake's old neck wound with his waist knife.

The blade fell, snake scales flew off, and blood sprayed onto his sleeve.

The snake, in pain, raised its head and opened its mouth to bite.

Wang Yue dodged to the side, but his left arm was still scratched by the snake scales, tearing his sleeve and revealing raw flesh with blood lines.

"You're still watching the play?"

Wang Yue cursed angrily, his eyes filled with hostility.

Li Shun had already moved to the side, and the blade cut into the wound left by the iron fork on his abdomen.

This slash was extremely vicious; the wound on the snake's body was stretched, and blood flowed down its belly.

The giant snake's tail swept against the cave wall, sending pebbles flying. Several pieces grazed Wang Yue's cheek, leaving bloody marks.

Wang Yue's curses became even more vulgar. "This beast is almost dead, and it's still so hard!"

Li Shun shifted his feet, avoiding the snake's tail, and plunged the tip of his knife into the crack in the snake's neck bone.

"Push its head down!"

Wang Yue gritted his teeth and pounced to finish off the attacker.

With full force, the waist knife slashed down, severing most of the snake's neck.

The giant snake convulsed violently, sending fragments of bone flying everywhere inside the cave.

After a few breaths.

The massive snake finally stopped moving.

The only sounds in the cave were dripping blood and the panting of two men like broken bellows.

Wang Yue wiped the snake blood from his face and looked at the stone platform.

Li Shun also looked over.

The red jujubes grew there quietly, their red color enticing.

Neither of them made the first move.

Wang Yue smiled, his voice hoarse. "Brother Li, there's only one of these herbs. How should we divide it?"

Li Shun wiped his knife without looking up.

What do you think?

"I'm saying..."

Wang Yue was only halfway through his sentence when he had already drawn his cleaver.

The blade flashed past Li Shun's throat.

Li Shun leaned back, a bloody gash still appearing on his neck.

"Wang Yue!"

Li Shun roared and raised his knife.

when!

The two swords clashed, sparks flying everywhere.

Wang Yue's second strike was swift and aimed straight for the heart.

"Brother Li, don't blame me."

His face was covered in blood, and he was grinning like a dog that had just bitten someone.

"This kind of treasure can't be known by just two people. I can't sleep soundly if you're alive."

Li Shun was furious. He clearly hadn't expected the other party to be even more shameless than himself. He shouted angrily, "Not a single dog in your county government is clean!"

"Clean?"

Wang Yue pressed his blade down, his eyes fierce, and said, "Does being clean get you promoted? Does being clean get you meat? Does being clean make people fear you? Stop spouting this nonsense. In this world of martial arts, who's fairer than whom?"

Li Shun was forced to the edge of the cave wall when suddenly his sword path changed.

The original, sweeping and powerful sword techniques of the martial arts world are gone.

His knife began to move in an arc, his wrist twisting cunningly, the blade piercing along Wang Yue's ribs, wrist, and knees—these insidious places.

Wang Yue almost missed catching the first blow.

The second strike caused him to retreat half a step.

After the third cut, the color drained from his face.

"Nine heretical sects?"

Wang Yue blurted it out, clearly recognizing the sword technique.

Li Shun's pupils tightened; his pretense had been torn off, and he was too lazy to pretend anymore.

The blade's movements became more sinister and venomous.

"You recognized me? Then you deserve to die even more."

Wang Yue stepped back and cursed, "So, the martial artists invited by Blackwater Village are actually cult rats. You people are really bold, daring to sneak into Yunlin County."

Li Shun said coldly, "Once you're dead, who will care where I came from?"

Inside the cave, swords flashed.

Wang Yue's official swordsmanship was upright and righteous, its strength lying in its stability.

Li Shun's Nine Evils Saber Technique is cunning, targeting areas that people cannot defend against.

After more than twenty moves, Wang Yue had two cuts on his shoulder and his waist was also slashed.

Li Shun fought more and more fiercely, his eyes filled with uncontrollable killing intent.

"Officer Wang, you're no good."

"Is this all the dogs the county government keeps?"

Wang Yue was panting, his steps faltering.

Li Shun seized the opportunity and slashed Wang Yue across the waist and abdomen with his sword.

That was it.

Wang Yue suddenly lowered his body.

The once upright and proper sword path is gone.

The knife was swung upwards from the bottom at an ridiculously sharp angle.

The blade sliced ​​into Li Shun's right side, pierced through the soft flesh between his ribs, and emerged from below his left shoulder.

The knife in Li Shun's hand fell to the ground.

He looked down at the knife tip protruding from his chest, blood and foam rising in his throat.

"You...have been hiding your swordsmanship..."

Wang Yue drew his sword, and blood gushed out from Li Shun's body.

"Are those the county constables only good at using those few fancy moves?"

Wang Yue wiped the knife on Li Shun's clothes, panting heavily.

"My Nine Peaks Blade is designed to deal with fools like you who think they've got it all figured out."

Li Shun knelt down, covering his wound with his hand.

Blood seeped from between his fingers, and no amount of attempts to stop it could stop.

He glared at Wang Yue, wanting to curse him, but only managed to spit out a few mouthfuls of blood before collapsing beside the snake's corpse and remaining motionless.

Wang Yue stood there, panting heavily.

Snake blood, human blood, and his own blood smeared half of his body.

My left arm wound is still bleeding, and my legs feel weak.

But the Crimson Fruit was right in front of them.

He laughed so hard his teeth turned red.

"They're all mine."

Wang Yue reached out to pick the herbs.

Just then, very light footsteps came from behind.

Wang Yue's shoulders tensed, his martial arts instincts about to kick in.

late.

The machete cleaved into the back of the neck.

Yi Yang used all his strength.

Sixty years of experience chopping wood, six days of nourishing the body's energy, and the arm strength gained from skin tempering—all of it is contained in this one strike.

The rough blade severed the neck bone.

Wang Yue stiffened up.

He opened his mouth, trying to shout, but only a gasping sound came out of his throat.

He strained to turn half his face and saw the wrinkled old face in the shadows of the cave entrance.

There was no trace of panic left.

Only the cold hardness of old tree roots.

"You...aren't..."

Yi Yang let go and Wang Yue fell straight down, his fingers only half a foot away from the Crimson Yuan Fruit.

Yi Yang stood there for a moment, his chest heaving a few times.

"Remember this in your next life: don't try to take things from an old man."

He squatted down to search Wang Yue, and found more than a dozen taels of loose silver on his waist, which Yi Yang took.

The county government's waist badge is also there.

Yi Yang glanced at it but didn't touch it.

This thing isn't a trophy to take back; it's a death warrant.

In the inner pocket of my clothes, there was a yellowed, thin booklet.

The cover had three words written on it.

Nine Peaks Blade.

Yi Yang flipped through two pages, and the diagram was clear; it was exactly the sword technique Wang Yue used to counterattack Li Shun.

"nice one."

He tucked it into his arms.

Upon further searching Li Shun, they found nine taels of silver, seven or eight taels of silver, and a few copper coins on his person, but in a hidden pocket of his inner shirt, there was also a black iron token.

The front is engraved with a crooked character for "evil".

Nine grotesque faces are visible on the back.

Nine heretical cults.

Yi Yang flipped through the token and put it away.

This thing is dangerous, but dangerous things can also be used as weapons if used properly.

He looked around the cave; the snake carcass was too big to move.

He didn't touch Wang Yue's and Li Shun's bodies, fearing that others would discover something amiss when they came to check.

Yi Yang cut off the snake's gallbladder, took the complete snake molt, and didn't even leave a few snake scales behind.

Finally, he stood in front of the stone platform.

The red jujube feels warm to the touch, and its roots have a faint medicinal fragrance.

Yi Yang took it down by the roots, wrapped it in an old cloth, and hid it close to his body.

He did not return to the village.

Carrying a bag full of things, I took another small path to the side of Qingmu Mountain.

There was a shallow cave there, the entrance of which was completely covered by withered vines and rocks.

Six months ago, he hid the purple wood body here.

Inside the cave, the purple wood still lay quietly, its deep purple veins appearing heavy in the darkness.

Yi Yang carefully separated the Nine Peaks Blade, the Nine Evil Cult tokens, silver, snake gall, and snake molts.

After doing all this, he sat down cross-legged and held the Crimson Yuan Fruit in his palm.

"The sooner we become strong, the less time we'll have to be forced to submit to others."

Yi Yang did not wait any longer and swallowed the precious medicine to transform it into resources for his cultivation.

The Red Yuan Fruit melts instantly upon entering the mouth, its scorching medicinal power flowing down the throat and into the abdomen, then rushing towards the limbs and bones.

Yi Yang's skin began to feel hot.

A subtle itch emanated from between my bones.

He closed his eyes and assumed the posture of the Yi Wood Health Preservation Exercise.

Small characters appeared before my eyes.

[Yi Wood Health Preservation Exercise Level 2: (1200/3000)]

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