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

Once the Crimson Yuan Fruit entered his stomach, Yi Yang realized that the Blood Qi Dispersant was truly just a poor man's small-scale gamble.

This thing is unreasonable.

The medicine rolled down from the throat, and as soon as it reached the abdomen, it turned into a surging hot current, drilling down the skin and directly attacking the muscles and fascia.

Yi Yang's body jolted, his back straightened, and small print appeared before his eyes.

An old steed in its stall may still aspire to gallop a thousand miles.

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

The numbers started climbing in the next instant.

[Yi Wood Health Preservation Exercise Level 2: (1260/3000)]

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[Yi Wood Health Preservation Exercise Level 2: (1340/3000)]

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[Yi Wood Health Preservation Exercise Level 2: (1630/3000)]

Yi Yang's jaw ached from clenching it.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, mixed with black grime from his pores, sticking between his collar and skin, stinking so badly it could deter even mountain rats from their course.

Night birds flew past outside the cave, fluttering a few times before disappearing into the distance.

Inside the cave, Yi Yang sat cross-legged, arms slightly clasped, repeatedly practicing the Yi Mu Health Preservation Exercise.

[Yi Wood Health Preservation Exercise Level 2: (2700/3000)]

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

Arrived.

But the effects of the medicine hadn't worn off yet.

A surge of heat rushed forward from Yi Yang's chest and abdomen, forcefully crossing the threshold of the second level.

The final panel shows [Yi Wood Health Preservation Technique Level 3: (360/6000)]

Then, the heat gradually subsided.

Yi Yang opened his eyes.

The cave was dark, but his vision was much clearer than before.

You can distinguish the moss in the cracks of the rocks, the patterns on the edges of snake skins on the ground, and even the tiny lines on the back of your own hand after the dirt has dried and cracked.

He raised his hand; it was still the old man's hand.

The age spots are still there, and the skin hasn't become as smooth as a young man's.

But beneath the skin, the muscle lines are hidden very deep; it looks plain on the outside, but you only realize how rough it is when you touch it.

Yi Yang reached out and picked up a piece of gravel.

Bring your five fingers together.

Click.

The pebbles cracked in my palm and were then crushed into powder, with grayish-white stone dust falling through my fingers.

Yi Yang looked at it for a moment, then exhaled the stale air from his chest.

"Qi and Blood in Dual Stages, Strengthening the Body."

Yi Yang stood up and stretched his shoulders and back. As his muscles contracted and relaxed, the force rolled beneath his skin and flesh. With his feet firmly planted on the ground, he felt much more stable than before.

After testing his strength, Yi Yang took out the black iron token from his pocket.

The token has a crooked "evil" character engraved on the front and nine hideous ghost faces on the back, making it feel heavy in the palm of your hand.

Nine heretical cults.

These three words, if placed in any county in the Great Yu Empire, would be enough to stir up trouble for the local government.

Yi Yang sat back down in the cave, his fingers gently stroking the edge of the token.

Wang Yue is dead.

Li Shun is dead.

There are still snake corpses, dead people, and messy knife marks in Qingmu Mountain.

If you let someone investigate you directly, trouble will come one after another.

Yang Er will not give up.

Yang Da would not.

If a constable dies in the county government office and a squad leader dies in the mountains, and no one takes the blame, the government officials will dig three feet into the ground to find an explanation.

But what if the Nine Evils Cult takes the blame?

Li Shun was originally a member of the Nine Evil Sect.

Wang Yue had snake bites and cuts left by the Nine Evils Blade Technique.

As for the knife wound on the back of the neck, with snake carcasses lying across the cave, wild beasts gnawing, rocks colliding, and weapons fighting, who can keep track of the score?

Yi Yang looked down at the token, his old face showing no emotion.

When someone dies, someone has to take responsibility.

"Li Shun, don't think the old man is being unfair."

"You come from a cult, so taking the blame is a perfect fit for you."

He put the token away and turned his gaze toward the direction of Sanmu Village outside the cave.

Yang Er, that fat worm, is probably still waiting for good news.

Waiting for Wang Yue to bring back news of his death.

Waiting for purple wood.

Waiting for his beloved granddaughter, Jiang Yuexin.

Yi Yang patted the dust off his clothes, his voice very low.

"Since you're in such a hurry."

"This old man will see you off."

In Sanmu Village, the setting sun dyes the dirt road at the village entrance a dark orange color. Chickens and ducks return to their roosts early, and the chirping of insects by the wall is annoying.

In the Yi family's courtyard, Jiang Yuexin sat by the well, clutching Yi Yang's tattered fan in her hand.

This broken thing looks shabby on ordinary days, but once Jiang Yuexin holds it in her hand, she can't bear to let go.

She looked towards the courtyard gate once, then again.

As the sun moved from east to west, its shadow stretched long, just like her heart stretched long, tighter and tighter, almost to the point of breaking.

She wanted to wait at the village entrance.

I want to go to the foot of the mountain to look for it.

She even wanted to go into the mountains to find her grandfather. She no longer had a grandmother, and her parents had disappeared. Although Yi Yang was not her biological grandfather, she had already regarded him as her grandfather after living with him for three years.

She said she would take care of Yiyang in his old age, but now Yiyang is very likely to have lost his life in the mountains.

But Yi Yang's words before he left that morning kept weighing on her mind.

"It's alright, trust Grandpa."

She lowered her head, biting her lower lip, her eyes reddening, tears welling up but refusing to fall.

The courtyard gate was pushed open.

Yang Hui brought in a bowl of hot porridge, with a straw stick stuck in her hair from washing clothes. She was in a hurry, her steps even more brisk than a man's.

"Yuexin, stop sitting there like an idiot."

She handed him the bowl and comforted him, "Eat something first."

Jiang Yuexin shook her head, her throat feeling stuffy.

"Aunt Yang, I can't eat."

"You have to eat, even if you can't."

Yang Hui put the bowl in her hands, sat down by the well, and put her arm around the little girl's shoulder.

"Your grandfather chopped firewood for decades. He knew better than anyone which mountain path was slippery and which stone was a tripping hazard."

Jiang Yuexin lowered her head. "But they didn't have good intentions in sending Grandpa."

Yang Hui opened her mouth, but no words came out.

There's no way to refute that. The whole village saw Yang Er's smug look at the village entrance today.

After a while, Yang Hui hugged Jiang Yuexin even tighter.

"Your grandfather was tough."

"People who live to be almost sixty in Sanmu Village are so old that even the King of Hell has to check their accounts before collecting their debts, lest he make a mistake."

Jiang Yuexin held the bowl of porridge, the steam rising onto her face.

She didn't eat, but whispered, "Aunt Yang, I'm scared."

Yang Hui reached out and wiped the corner of her eye.

"Being afraid is the right thing to do."

"Who isn't afraid of being alive? It may be scary, but we still need to eat, guard the door, and wait for people to come."

In the eastern part of the village, the main house of Yang Er's family was brightly lit.

On the table were newly opened wine jars and several dishes of braised dishes brought back from town.

Yang Er, his fat body slumped in the armchair, his belly pressing against his clothes, his triangular eyes narrowed into slits, a wine glass in his hand, drinking with relish.

Zhang Xiaoshan stood beside him, pouring him wine, bending very low.

"Second Master, is it all taken care of by now?"

Yang Er chuckled twice, his fat jiggling as he did so.

"How could I not trust Wang Yue to handle things?"

"That old scoundrel went up the mountain, thinking he could come back alive? There are so many cliffs and deep ravines; if someone pushes him, who can tell whether he'll fall to his death or be dragged away by a snake?"

Zhang Xiaoshan nodded hurriedly and flattered, "Second Master is still superior."

Yang Er dipped his fat finger in the wine and drew circles on the table.

"If news comes back tomorrow that Old Man Yi is gone, and that girl Yuexin is all alone, who will take care of her?"

He licked his teeth, his Adam's apple bobbing as he thought of Jiang Yuexin's appearance. "In the end, won't she still have to rely on me, Second Master Yang, to take care of her?"

"He's mine."

"The purple wood is mine too."

Zhang Xiaoshan smiled along with Qian Xiao, but in his heart he was calculating how much benefit he could get.

Yang Er drank more and more, and by midnight, he was slumped in his chair, snoring loudly, which made the wine cups on the table tremble slightly.

He had a dream.

In his dream, Jiang Yuexin lowered her head and poured him wine. Purple wood filled the yard, and his brother Yang Da patted him on the shoulder and praised him for his competence.

He was so captivated by the sight that his saliva dripped onto his clothes.

But even the most beautiful dream can't stop someone from returning home on the night road.

When the moon was high in the sky, Yi Yang had already tidied up the things in the shallow cave.

The snake gallbladder was wrapped in an oilcloth.

Fold and press the snake's molted skin firmly.

The Nine Peaks Blade and the silver taels are sold separately.

He went to the stream to wash away the bloodstains and changed into a set of old clothes that he had previously hidden in the cave.

I bought this outfit half a year ago when I was collecting purple wood.

Dry food, clothing, tinderbox, hemp rope.

If a person lives to be sixty years old and still doesn't know how to leave a way out, then he has truly wasted all those years eating coarse grains.

Yi Yang clenched his fist.

After building muscle, the body is completely different.

He still looks like an old man from the countryside, but the muscles under his clothes are taut, and his strength is hidden deep inside. He is quiet when not in use, but deadly when he uses it.

He looked up at the night sky and headed towards Sanmu Village along the mountain road.

After midnight, the village falls into the deepest silence.

Occasionally, a dog barks twice, then stops quickly.

The moon was mostly obscured by clouds, and the village paths were so dark that one could not see their feet.

Yi Yang climbed over the vegetable garden behind the village.

My feet landed very lightly.

After reaching the second level of Qi and Blood, his control over his body became much more refined; when he stepped on dry grass, only the blades of grass bent slightly.

The yellow dog in front of Zhou Liang's house had pointed ears, and it would yell at the whole village if a stranger passed by.

Yi Yang took a longer route, going from the downwind side.

The yellow dog raised its head, twitched its nose, and then lay back down in its kennel.

The walls of Yang Er's courtyard were low.

Over the years, this fat worm has only bothered to repair the house; he's too lazy to even fix the broken courtyard wall.

Yi Yang went around to the side, placed his hands on the wall, used his waist and abdomen to push himself over and flipped inside.

The courtyard was deserted.

Zhang Xiaoshan had already gone home.

The main room door was ajar, and the smell of alcohol was overwhelming; even through the crack in the door, it was pungent.

Yi Yang pushed open the door.

The door hinges didn't make a sound.

The room was a mess of cups and plates.

Yang Er slumped in the armchair, his neck tilted back, his mouth half-open, drool dripping from his lips, soaking his clothes.

Yi Yang stood in front of him.

He looked down for a moment.

This person pressured Jiang Yuexin, threatened the Yi family courtyard, sent Wang Yue to kill someone using a borrowed knife, and still coveted his Zimu.

This can be said to have seriously offended Yi Yang!

This kind of rotten stuff is a waste of food when it's alive, and even fertile land would find it dirty when it's dead.

Yi Yang didn't waste any words.

The machete slid out from his sleeve.

The blade grazed Yang Er's neck.

Blood gushed out, but he pressed it against his clothes beforehand, preventing it from splashing too far.

Yang Er's body twitched a few times, all the riches and lust he dreamed of were stuck in his throat.

Yi Yang waited until he stopped moving before letting go.

Then, he took out the Nine Evil Sect token.

First, he stuffed it into Yang Er's right hand, then let the token fall halfway down next to the armchair, revealing a corner of the ghost face, as if the murderer had left it behind in a hurry.

He then pulled out the short knife from Yang Er's table and, following the traces of Li Shun's ruthless knife technique, added several more scratches to Yang Er's body.

Enough. After confirming that the site setup was complete, Yi Yang took two steps back and surveyed the room.

A drunken village bully was murdered at night by members of a cult, leaving behind the Nine Evil Tokens at the scene.

Wang Yue died at Qingmu Mountain, and Li Shun was also a member of the Nine Evil Cults.

This line couldn't be smoother.

Yi Yang put away his machete and turned to walk towards the door.

Before stepping out of the house, he looked back at Yang Er one last time.

"Don't rush to cry foul after you get down there. Even the King of Hell probably won't bother listening to someone like you."