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

Guest rooms in a side courtyard of the Wei family mansion.

Ye Jin stood with his back to the door, facing the wall where blood was seeping down the brickwork, and the pieces of flesh on it were not yet dry.

This is his blood.

Ye Jin clutched his chest and gasped for breath, this was due to the death of the "Otherworldly Ghost".

After becoming the leader of the Nine Evil Sect and encountering a bottleneck in internal energy for several years, his strength did not improve.

He spent three whole years, consuming countless precious medicines and spiritual materials, as well as the corpse of a martial artist at the third level of internal energy perfection, to create the "Otherworldly Ghost" according to the sect's secret methods.

Now he's gone, killed by Yi Yang.

The moment the White Walker was killed, the backlash exploded from the depths of his mind, causing him to vomit a mouthful of blood and some fragments of internal organs.

What exactly is Yi Yang's cultivation level?

Even the "Otherworldly Ghost" that rivals the third level of perfect inner energy cannot do anything about it. Wasn't it very successful when it was sent to deal with that Director Su before, killing him with one blow?

But tonight, that sixty-year-old man actually managed to kill it!

Thinking of this, Ye Jin raised her hand and wiped the corner of her mouth, leaving a dark red mark on the back of her hand.

Before Ye Jin could figure it out, another thought suddenly came to his mind.

He remembered that Yi Yang was a member of the Sky Patrol Division!

Ye Jin was ordered to infiltrate this place to assist the grand plan being quietly implemented by that person. In the current situation, once Yi Yang discovers clues about the Otherworldly Ghosts, he can follow the trail...

The Holy Church's plans in White Fish City must not be exposed.

Ye Jin dared not think any further.

He took a deep breath and channeled the internal energy from his palm into the blood and flesh on his wall.

This is a secret technique that only a top-level figure like the head of the Holy Church can use.

The moment the internal force seeped into the blood and fragments of internal organs, the pile of filth began to tremble, then quickly liquefied and slowly seeped into the cracks between the floor tiles.

The entire process takes no more than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

In the end, nothing was left on the ground, and the fishy smell faded.

Looking at the cleared ground, Ye Jin breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Now, the traces over there will disappear too!"

His chest was still throbbing, and as he turned to leave, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Wei Zhao's expression was not good when he came in.

The head of the Wei family was in his early forties. He had a refined appearance, wore a dark-patterned brocade robe, and had something hidden in his eyes that was hard to see clearly.

He glanced at Ye Jin, then at the ground, and asked only three words: "What happened?"

Ye Jin didn't beat around the bush and briefly explained the whole story.

The White Walkers set out tonight, targeting Yi Yang, the new director of the Sky Patrol, but not only did they fail, they were also killed on the spot.

Wei Zhao stood there and listened, remaining silent for about three breaths.

Then he walked to a chair against the wall and sat down without saying a word.

Ye Jin waited two seconds, then frowned and said, "The matter has been completely cleaned up. The body has been dissolved and will leave no trace."

"But there's one thing we need to think about carefully. Yi Yang killed that thing, and he most likely sensed something was wrong and probably already guessed that there are Holy Cult members in White Fish City. Should we join forces to deal with him?"

"So what if you guessed it? The Sui Ning Prefecture's Sky Patrol Division should have already noticed our presence."

Wei Zhao spoke in a much calmer tone than Ye Jin had expected: "He can guess that there are people from the Holy Church involved, but he can't guess who's backing us. They wouldn't mobilize such a large force without evidence."

"As long as it doesn't affect any master's plans, there's no problem, so we can't take action."

Wei Zhao rejected Ye Jin's suggestion and instead brought up that important official.

The incense master of the True Qi Realm.

He lay in wait near Whitefish City, with his own plans in mind, and did not want any unexpected events to interfere with his deployment.

Ye Jin's previous rash actions had already caused a blunder; if he were to attract a large force from the Sky Patrol Division and alert that person...

Neither Ye Jin nor Wei Zhao can escape.

Hearing Wei Zhao say this, Ye Jin swallowed back the words she was about to say, nodded, and asked, "You mean, we should leave Yiyang alone for now?"

Wei Zhao nodded slightly and said, "If the two of us forcefully deal with him, it will only alert him. His strength is beyond our expectations. Your alien can deal with the third level of Inner Qi perfection, but it can't do anything to him. This in itself is a signal."

Ye Jin clenched his fists. The backlash from the previous attack still caused him pain in his chest, but he quickly suppressed his emotions.

He is the head of the Holy Church, not some impulsive brute.

"Is that settled then?"

"Tomorrow, I will prepare a generous gift and send it over."

Wei Zhao said in an extremely calm tone, "The gifts should be thicker than those from the other families, so that he feels that our Wei family has no ill intentions. Let's keep him calm first, and then see how things go."

Ye Jin twitched the corner of her mouth, which was taken as tacit agreement.

Wei Zhao stood up, turned back before leaving, and said in a tone as light as if he were talking about the weather: "You wasted three years raising that Otherworldly creature of yours."

The door closed.

Ye Jin stood in the empty room, looking at the dried stains and marks on the floor, the pent-up frustration in her chest still hadn't completely dissipated.

……

Yi Yang stood by the bed, looking down at the pool of blood on the floor that was still shrinking.

When he was observing the monster's corpse, the dead white-haired monster suddenly turned into a pool of blood. There was no time to stop it, but something was hidden in the broken pieces of flesh.

A translucent little insect.

Smaller than a fingernail, its body resembling a thin lotus root segment, it wriggled in the blood and crawled towards the base of the wall.

They climbed slowly, but their goal was clear.

Yi Yang looked down at it for three breaths, then extended a wisp of internal energy from his right index finger, landing precisely where the insect stopped, twitched twice, and then remained still.

Grind into water stains.

He straightened up, flicked his fingers, and mentally reviewed the events of the evening.

The monster arrived silently. If it weren't for his expanded senses after breaking through to the third level of internal energy and his lack of rest, he probably would have been caught in the act of being choked while asleep when the thing squeezed in through the window crack.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, he felt a chill run down his spine for a couple of seconds.

If someone truly possesses the second level of internal energy, tonight's challenge would likely be a carbon copy of Director Su's.

White hair, unidentified insects, the mark of the Nine Evil Cult.

This indicates that there are indeed members of the Holy Church in Baiyu City.

Moreover, that person knew where he was staying that night.

This matter needs to be investigated slowly.

Yi Yang didn't rush to move. He quickly cleaned up the marks on the floor of the room, then sat cross-legged on the futon and took out the yellowed silk book.

The night is still long, so let's practice a little longer.

……

Yi Yang finished his work when the sunlight shone through the window paper.

I roughly checked my progress in the "Mind Monkey Guardian Technique" in my mind. One night of focused cultivation yielded about four hundred points.

For a beginner's progress of 6000 points, this number is slow, but it will take more than ten days to fully master the technique.

But it's still better than those who fail to cultivate.

Yi Yang stood up and did two rounds of boxing in the yard to loosen up the soreness that had accumulated overnight.

The boxing style wasn't fancy; it was just a set of boxing techniques I'd read about in a book before. It wasn't very powerful; it could only loosen up my muscles and bones. After practicing it for half a year, it became quite easy to use.

Halfway through the fight, there was a knock at the courtyard gate.

Yi Yang put down his fist, wiped his sweat, and went over to open the door.

It was Xu Pei standing at the door.

The acting deputy director didn't look too well today; he had dark circles under his eyes, his hair was a bit messy, and one of the buttons on his collar was fastened incorrectly. But as soon as he saw Yi Yang, he visibly relaxed and asked:

"Sir, are you... alright?"

Yi Yang glanced at him, knowing that the other man had heard the commotion last night and that was why he said that, and said, "Come in and talk."

Xu Pei followed him in, stood in the courtyard, glanced around to make sure there was no blood, and then said, "Last night I heard some noises coming from outside and wanted to come in to check, but I was afraid of disobeying your orders, sir."

That's what he said, but besides following Yi Yang's orders, he was also afraid that if he came in and saw Yi Yang killed, and the assassin was still alive, he would get himself involved.

Yi Yang understood his meaning but didn't expose him, only saying, "Someone came last night."

Upon hearing this, Xu Pei's eyes immediately tensed up.

"The other party was an assassin who sneaked into the room. I fought him and drove him away."

Seeing Yi Yang speak so casually about being assassinated, Xu Pei opened his mouth in surprise.

He wanted to ask who the other person was, but seeing Yi Yang's expression, he swallowed the thought.

Yi Yang himself didn't intend to say much more.

He gestured with his chin toward the room: "Go inside and take a look, then ask someone to tidy it up for me."

Xu Pei went in and stood at the door for a moment, stunned.

The room wasn't too messy, but he stared at the pile of things on the floor for a long time.

It's not blood, or rather, it's not entirely blood.

It was dark red and almost dry, about the size of a table, with a few thin white things mixed in. They looked like hair, but the texture was wrong; they probably felt brittle to the touch.

He crouched down and took a closer look, smelling a faint fishy odor, which made his stomach churn.

Is this what was left behind after "fighting off an assassin" last night?

Xu Pei raised his head and glanced towards the doorway.

Yi Yang was drinking water in the yard, his back to her calm figure.

The claim that he "ran away"... doesn't seem true at all.

The fact that such a large pile of things was left in this room indicates that there was at least a hard-fought battle last night.

However, the layout of the room was not too messy, and the furniture was still in its proper place, indicating that the opponent's strength was being suppressed by Yi Yang.

They were completely overwhelmed and ended up with so many remnants.

They ran away...

Xu Pei stood up, suppressed the thought, went out and called two guards in, instructing them to clean the floor and change the bedding.

He walked to the edge of Yiyang in the courtyard.

"Sir, where did that person from last night come from?"

"I don't know." Yi Yang said casually, holding a bowl of water. "They came in the dark and ran away in the dark too. I didn't see their faces clearly."

These words were spoken so casually, but Xu Pei, standing to the side, felt a cold sweat break out on his back.

An assassin with the skill to leave such a scene in a room that the adults "didn't even see his face clearly"...

Either the other party is hiding something too well, or Yi Yang simply doesn't want to tell him the truth.

Xu Pei was increasingly inclined to the latter view, so he cleared his throat and didn't press the matter further.

……

Around noon, Xu Pei knocked on the door again.

I came in a hurry this time, and my pace was much faster than this morning.

Yi Yang was sitting by the window flipping through files when he heard the rhythm and knew something was up.

"Come in."

Xu Pei pushed the door open and came in. Before he even spoke, his face clearly said, "Trouble is coming."

"Sir, several families in the city have sent people."

Yi Yang didn't look up: "Which ones?"

"The Wei family, the Mo family, the Green Snake Gang, the Three Lakes Gang, and the White Fish Merchant Guild." Xu Pei paused, "The Shallow Water Gang... didn't come."

"oh."

Yi Yang turned a page of the file and asked in a flat tone, "Where is he?"

"They're all waiting in the front yard; they look like they've come to give gifts."

Xu Pei lowered his voice, his tone a mix of surprise and disbelief, and said, "There are quite a few gifts. The Wei family brought in four boxes alone."

Yi Yang then put the file down and glanced at him.

Xu Pei swallowed hard and continued, "I've estimated that, judging from the scale of the arrivals from each family, these boxes of goods... are probably quite heavy."

That's not surprising.

Last night, Yi Yang smashed Zheng Haitao's head in front of everyone, regardless of what those families thought.

As long as everyone knew that Yi Yang was still alive this morning, they all had to come and pay their respects; otherwise, it would be blatantly going against the Sky Patrol Division and Yi Yang.

He stood up, dusted off his clothes, and nodded to Xu Pei: "Let's go."

Xu Pei was taken aback: "Sir, you're going in person?"

"Hmm, I'll go show my face and see if the gifts they give me suit my taste."