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

No one in the entire courtyard spoke.

Mo Qianhe turned his gaze away from Zhou Xiong's two hundred-plus pounds of fat and onto Yi Yang.

He had lived for over seventy years and seen all sorts of things. But what happened tonight was a first for him.

He was summoned in the middle of the night in Zhou Xiong's name. When he arrived, he found his master being dragged and thrown on the ground. The guy who dragged him had been rumored to be half-dead just two days ago.

It seems that the person who really needs to see them this time is Director Yi!

Mo Qianhe suppressed the pent-up anger in his chest and spoke first:

"Director Yi."

His voice was steady, carrying the weight honed over seventy years.

"You invited us here in the middle of the night under someone else's name. What's the point of this performance?"

His tone wasn't harsh, but the pressure he exuded over decades was palpable, making ordinary people feel inferior just from his gaze.

Yi Yang didn't reply. He stood there, his right hand supporting the tiger's roar, as if he hadn't heard it.

Seeing that Yi Yang was still ignoring him, Mo Qianhe took a step forward angrily.

He didn't deliberately release his aura, but his cultivation level of perfect three levels of internal energy was there, and just by standing there, he made the surrounding air feel very oppressive.

"You're an outsider from the Sky Patrol Division. You haven't even established yourself in White Fish City yet, and you dare to take action against the city's gangs."

Who do you really think you are?

When Mo Qianhe said this, he stared straight at Yi Yang.

He's testing the waters.

Finally, Yi Yang spoke, his face expressionless as he said:

"My meaning is very simple."

He scanned the people in the courtyard, including Wei Zhao, Ye Jin, and Song Liangcheng, and continued, without missing a single one:

"The annual tribute silver paid by each family to the Sky Patrol Bureau will increase threefold starting today. All the properties left behind by the Three Lakes Gang will belong to the Sky Patrol Bureau. The money previously taken by each family will be returned in full within three days."

This domineering announcement silenced the courtyard for a moment.

Mo Qianhe's brow twitched.

He had lived for seventy years and this was the first time he had ever heard someone speak like that.

They actually dared to ask for his things without any beating around the bush, as if they were reciting a list they had written down beforehand, and then just waiting for them to nod.

"Director Yi."

Mo Qianhe reduced his imposing aura slightly, but asked in an even more somber tone, "Isn't what you're saying a bit excessive?"

"Where did you go?" Yi Yang asked him back.

Mo Qianhe didn't answer; he knew Yi Yang was doing it on purpose.

He tilted his head to look behind him and gestured.

Knowing his master's meaning, the butler Chen Ping took a step forward.

Chen Ping took off his outer garment and threw it on the ground.

Beneath his outer robe was a strong, muscular body with broad shoulders and a muscular back. He didn't look like a steward; he looked more like a ruthless killer who had retired from the military.

His aura suddenly surged.

The internal energy has reached a state of complete perfection.

Everyone in the room was taken aback.

The Mo family's steward is actually a hidden master with perfected inner energy at the second level?

Chen Ping didn't waste any words.

He stomped his foot, cracking the bluestone slabs on the ground, and shot towards Yi Yang like an arrow. A visible layer of energy condensed in his right fist, heading straight for Yi Yang's face. He was aiming to defeat him in one blow, without even bothering to test the waters.

Chen Ping had served Mo Qianhe for forty years and had done no less than a hundred dirty tricks for him. He knew his master's temper well; once he started something, he wouldn't leave any room for compromise.

A surge of air rose in the courtyard, and the remaining wine bowls on the table clattered and rattled.

Yi Yang did not draw his sword.

He loosened his right hand from the hilt of the Tiger Roaring Blade and extended his palm to meet the punch.

Just one palm strike.

The moment the two made contact, Yi Yang's aura exploded.

That aura was excessively powerful. It wasn't at the first level of internal energy, nor the second level, nor even the third level.

It is the perfect completion of the three levels of internal energy.

Yi Yang did not reveal his True Qi Realm cultivation level; he kept it hidden as long as possible.

When that palm struck Chen Ping's fist, Chen Ping's fist force was as if it were made of paper, and it was crushed to dust.

Yi Yang's powerful palm strike penetrated through his body, flowing from his fist into his arm and then into his chest.

Chen Ping's sternum collapsed immediately.

He flew backward seven or eight zhang (approximately 33-40 meters), his back slamming into a wooden pillar in the corridor. The pillar snapped in half, sending debris flying everywhere.

His body slid down the broken pillar and sat on the ground, his eyes wide open and his mouth agape, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

died.

From the moment the attack was made to the moment the person died, it took less than two breaths.

His eyes were still open when he died.

The words etched on his face when he died were "Impossible."

The air in the courtyard seemed to freeze.

Everyone held their breath for a moment.

Mo Qianhe's face changed from anger to shock. He glanced at Chen Ping not far away, somewhat incredulous.

Chen Ping had followed him for forty years and was at the second level of internal energy perfection. He was one of the top ten experts in White Fish City, and he was killed with a single slap without even a chance to fight back.

What's even more chilling isn't how Chen Ping died, but the level of aura emanating from Yi Yang's palm strike.

Internal energy reaches its peak in three stages.

He's in the same grade.

But just two days ago, this old man crawled back from Bailongze covered in blood, and everyone in the city said he was a half-dead cripple.

Mo Qianhe glanced to the side and met Wei Zhao's eyes.

Neither of them said anything, but they understood each other perfectly.

"We can't let this old man leave here alive tonight."

Ye Jin's hand was already on the hilt of the sword.

The three individuals, each at the third level of internal energy, acted on a single thought.

Mo Qianhe took three steps back to create distance, then pushed out with both palms, sending a thick wave of air crashing head-on towards Yi Yang.

Ye Jin drew her sword from the right wing, and the jade sword slashed diagonally at the back of Yi Yang's neck with a whooshing sound.

Wei Zhao circled around from the left flank, unleashing three quick strikes with his short sword, blocking all escape routes.

The remaining five guards of the Mo family surrounded them from the outside. Their strength at the Qi and Blood Realm was not enough to get involved in the core battle, but at least they could block people.

Yi Yang finally drew his sword.

The tiger roared as it was drawn from its sheath. The sound was not loud, but deep, carrying the weight of seventy-two pounds of iron.

The air film on the blade compressed and twisted the surrounding air.

The blade swept out horizontally, the first move being Thick Peak, which took the brunt of Mo Qianhe's shockwave, and the recoil force simultaneously knocked the five outer guards to the ground.

He turned and leaped across the river, leaving a trail of afterimages in the courtyard, causing Ye Jin's sword to miss its mark.

Using his toes to step on the overturned tabletop for leverage, he shifted sideways and with a sharp backhand strike, knocked Wei Zhao's short sword away.

The three of them worked together, but they couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

During a lull in his counterattack, Yi Yang locked onto Mo Qianhe.

The old man has a habit when he strikes with his palm: his center of gravity shifts forward half an inch when he exerts force. This is a habit he developed over decades of practice. It may not have mattered when he was young, but it has become a weakness in his old age.

Yi Yang deliberately exposed the gap in his right rib area.

Mo Qianhe saw it.

Seventy years of combat experience led to a wrong judgment at that moment—he was greedy for credit.

He struck with both palms and lunged at Yi Yang's right rib.

But Yi Yang's tiger roar suddenly rose from below.

The ninth move of the Nine Peaks Saber.

Absolute peak.

The blade, imbued with the perfect internal strength of the five internal organs, sliced ​​diagonally upwards from Mo Qianhe's left hip, pierced through his abdominal cavity, and emerged from his right shoulder.

More than seventy years of cultivation.

A city with over seventy years of history.

A knife.

Mo Qianhe's body was split in two and fell to the ground.

Blood splattered all over Wei Zhao's face.

Wei Zhao's face was still covered in blood. Upon seeing this, he involuntarily took three steps back and stopped at the courtyard gate.

Ye Jin stood a dozen feet away, sword in hand, the tip of her jade sword trembling.

Mo Qianhe couldn't even withstand one move.

I am half a level below Mo Qianhe.

What can he use to block it?

Song Liangcheng did not make a move from beginning to end.

The moment Mo Qianhe's body fell, he had already turned and walked towards the courtyard gate.

The pace was neither fast nor slow.

He paused at the door and glanced back at Yi Yang.

Yi Yang happened to be looking at him too.

Their eyes met.

Song Liangcheng slightly cupped his hands, but did not speak.

Turned around and left.

Yi Yang didn't chase after him.

This person is more useful to keep alive than to kill him.

Only Wei Zhao and Ye Jin remained in the courtyard.

Only Wei Zhao and Ye Jin remained in the courtyard.

Wei Zhao sheathed his dagger, raised his hands, bowed deeply, and said in a trembling voice:

"Director Yi, tonight was our fault. The Wei family is willing to give up all the properties, shops, and docks in the city. From now on, White Fish City will only recognize the Sky Patrol Division. My life, Wei Zhao, is nothing in exchange for, but I am willing to work for you, Director."

He immediately knelt down.

The sound of his knee hitting the bluestone slab was crisp and clear.

"My life, Wei Zhao, is nothing in exchange for anything, but I am willing to work for you, Director."

While Wei Zhao was kneeling, something else was on his mind.

Zongsha will arrive at White Fish City tomorrow.

His strength is at the True Qi Realm.

It would be more than enough to crush this old man in front of me.

If I survive tonight, I can go back on everything I promised tomorrow.

Yi Yang did not speak immediately. He held the Tiger Roar across his knees and stood there looking at Wei Zhao for about three breaths.

Then he spoke.

"Wei Zhao, do you want me to go over your affairs with the Nine Evil Sect for you?"

These words froze Wei Zhao kneeling on the ground.

"Ye Jin, head of Xingshan Martial Arts School, and leader of the Nine Evil Sect."

Yi Yang continued, "From the Otherworlders to the Blood Pool in the southern region of White Dragon Marsh, from the Wei family's recent absence from White Dragon Marsh, to the seventy or eighty missing lives—the threads all lie with the two of you."

Seeing that he had been exposed, Wei Zhao sprang up from the ground and threw the hidden weapon in his hand at Yi Yang's face.

Ye Jin, standing to the side, attacked simultaneously, his jade sword splitting into three sword shadows that pierced in from the top, middle, and bottom.

Yi Yang closed his eyes.

He used his mental power to lock onto the movements of the two people, and caught the flying projectile in his hand and threw it aside.

The tiger's roar swept across, shattering three sword shadows.

With a backhand swift strike, he sent Wei Zhao's short sword flying.

Then he leaned forward, his knee slamming into Wei Zhao's abdomen, sending him flying three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

Taking advantage of the opening, Ye Jin suddenly thrust from the side, the tip of his sword piercing Yi Yang's back, but the black iron soft armor caught it and didn't penetrate at all.

Yi Yang turned around and slammed his elbow into Ye Jin's chest, knocking him back more than ten feet.

The two of them fought with all their might, but they didn't leave Yi Yang with a single wound.

Wei Zhao got up from the ground, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, panting heavily, all traces of calculation and pride gone from his eyes.

He watched Yi Yang approach step by step, threw out his last card, and shouted:

"Yi Yang! You can't kill me! The True Qi Realm master I taught will arrive in White Fish City tomorrow!"

You'll be torn to pieces! Let me go, and I'll plead for your life—"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Yi Yang swung down with the Tiger Roar blade, the blade cutting vertically from the top of the head to the chest cavity, and then stopped.

He pulled the knife out of the corpse and wiped it on the hem of his clothes.

Ye Jin was so frightened by this scene that she collapsed to the ground.

The jade sword in his hand fell to the ground two steps away from him, but he didn't even glance at it.

Yi Yang stopped in front of him.

Ye Jin raised his head, his once gentle and refined face contorted in a grimace. His face was smeared with snot and tears, and he trembled violently as he spoke:

"Spare me...spare me! I'll tell you everything—the sect leader's plan, the purpose of the blood pool, I'll tell you everything..."

He grabbed Yi Yang's calves with both hands and banged his forehead against the ground repeatedly.

Yi Yang glanced down at him.

The expression on his face didn't change much.

The tiger roared.

Fall.

Ye Jin's body fell to the ground, with a gash on the back of her head.

Yi Yang sheathed his sword and looked around at the corpses filling the courtyard.

Xu Pei stood at the door, his mouth agape.

Yi Yang sheathed his sword and glanced back at Xu Pei.

"Clean it up."

He dusted off his hands, took a step forward, and his voice drifted away with his departing figure.

"Starting tomorrow, I will set the rules for White Fish City."

Xu Pei opened his mouth, as if to say something, but didn't say anything.

He glanced back at the corpses scattered on the ground, then looked up at Yi Yang's retreating figure as he walked out of the courtyard gate, and finally swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

So the director wasn't seriously injured at all?

These past few days, while they were making a ruckus outside dismantling the corpses of the Three Lakes Gang, they were also worried that the Sky Patrol Division had lost its leader...

Xu Pei took a deep breath and beckoned the guards to come in and move the people.

Meanwhile, in the darkness outside the city, a figure was galloping toward White Fish City.