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

White Fish City Celestial Patrol Division.

Sitting on the futon, Yi Yang exhaled the last breath of stale air from his chest.

Deep within his mind, the golden-haired ape yawned, its tail curled twice, and it curled up into a ball, hugging its knees and closing its eyes.

The spiritual energy slowly converged from all directions, like the receding tide, gradually withdrawing from the sensory network spanning a hundred feet to the center of the brow.

Yi Yang glanced at the panel that only he could see.

[Mind Monkey Guarding the Mind Technique - Still Image (Minor Success) 13260/26000]

J is halfway to achieving minor mastery of this skill.

Yi Yang opened his eyes and turned his neck.

His left shoulder rose and fell without any stiffness between the bone and muscle; the injury Qin Wuli had left him was completely healed.

He stood up and flexed his wrists a couple of times.

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the sounds of vendors hawking their wares and wheels rolling over stone slabs echoed from the streets of White Fish City.

The city has become lively again. After he wiped out all the major forces, the remaining ordinary martial artists are keeping their necks down and walking with their feet light, for fear of being implicated.

This has led to a better life for ordinary people.

Yi Yang poured half a bowl of warm water in the duty room and just brought it to his lips.

boom.

There was a rapid knock on his door.

Yi Yang recognized Xu Pei's footsteps.

He put down the bowl in his hand, walked over, and opened the door.

Z saw Xu Pei, who had been promoted to a position second only to him, standing at the door, his face flushed red, his lips moving twice, but the words stuck in his throat.

His chest was heaving, and there was sweat on his forehead; it looked like he had jogged all the way from the front yard.

"grown ups!"

Xu Pei finally managed to utter the sound "s," but he stuttered terribly.

"People from the prefectural city have arrived!"

Yi Yang leaned against the door frame, looking at his expression with amusement, and said, "It's just someone from the prefectural city, why are you acting like this?"

"My lord, you don't know, what's coming is..."

"The Garrison Guard!"

Xu Pei swallowed hard and lowered his voice, saying, "The one in the lead, wearing the badge of the patrol director, specifically requests to see you!"

He paused here, then added:

"The people who came were all at least at the Inner Qi Realm. The horses were all exotic beasts, jet black, the kind whose hooves didn't even make a sound when they stepped on the stone slabs."

Xu Pei's voice carried an undisguised reverence.

He had only been with Yi Yang for a little over a month, yet he had already seen all sorts of big scenes.

But the name Zhenfuwei carries a different weight in the prefectural city.

That was the Sky Patrol Division's most elite mobile force.

They do not participate in routine affairs, and only take action when the Punishment of Evil and the Exorcism of Evil departments are unable to handle the target.

This kind of person appears in White Fish City only to see Yi Yang.

Yi Yang didn't show any emotion; he knew why those people had come.

He turned and went back into the house, took the Sky Patrol Division's standard uniform from the clothes rack, and changed out of the gray cloth short jacket he was wearing.

Hu Xiao wrapped himself in coarse linen and slung it across his back.

He walked to the bronze mirror and straightened his collar. The mirror reflected an old face with a full head of black hair, which looked completely out of place.

Yan Wuyuan's earlier suggestion to the Chief Inspector to promote himself should have been approved.

Yi Yang stepped out of the duty room, his steps neither hurried nor slow.

Xu Pei followed behind him, his footsteps quieter than before, but still carrying an irrepressible energy.

Passing through the moon gate and around the screen wall, the front yard unfolds before your eyes.

There were twelve people standing there.

They were all wearing black armor, the plates pressed tightly together so that no gaps could be seen.

The swords were uniformly hung on the left side of the waist, with the hilts wrapped in black linen and without any decoration.

The group of people stood there motionless, not whispering to each other, not looking around, and even their breathing was in unison.

The leader was in his thirties, with a resolute face, high cheekbones, and a strong jawline.

He tightly controlled his aura, but the heavy sense of oppression still seeped out from his body, making the air in the front yard drop by half an inch.

Yi Yang walked into the front yard.

The twelve people simultaneously abandoned their relaxed yet tense demeanor and turned their gazes to him.

No one spoke, but their synchronized movements were an attitude in themselves.

The team leader stepped forward and presented a copper tube with both hands.

The cylinder is engraved with the official emblem of the Court of Judgment, the sealing wax is intact, and a winged emblem is pressed on the red wax seal.

"Xu Min, the squad leader of the Zhenfu Guard, has come to read out the appointment document on the orders of Pei Zongyue, the deputy hall master of the Judgment Hall."

Xu Min's voice was not loud, but his words were clear, with the crispness unique to soldiers.

Yi Yang reached out and took the copper tube.

The copper tube felt heavy in his hand, and the wax seal on the lid was intact. He used his thumb to pry open the wax seal and took out a scroll of silk from the tube.

The silk scroll was unfolded, and the seal of the chief inspector was stamped at the top.

The vermilion seal was square and sharp-edged; the moment it pressed down on the silk scroll, the entire scroll gained a different weight.

The text is concise.

"Yi Yang, the chief inspector of Youquan Division, has made outstanding contributions. Effective immediately, he is promoted to the position of acting chief inspector of Suining Prefecture's Astronomical Bureau, and will be under the command of Youquan Division. He is required to return to the prefecture to report on his duties within a specified period."

Yi Yang read the silk scroll twice, then rolled it up and put it into his sleeve.

His expression didn't change much; he simply nodded.

Xu Pei stood behind him, craning his neck, his eyes fixed on the large seal and text on the silk scroll, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down twice.

Alternate Chief Inspector.

The threshold for the upper echelons of the prefectural city.

A month ago, this man was an old man whom the guards whispered behind his back about being a "migrant retiree."

Now, with a single document issued, he has been promoted two ranks, skipping the position of Inspector General and jumping directly to the position of Acting Inspector General.

Xu Pei raised his hands in a fist salute, his arm muscles tense and trembling uncontrollably.

After Xu Min and Yi Yang put away the silk scroll, they spoke again:

"Vice Hall Master Pei has another message—Lord Yi must return to Suining Prefecture within seven days to report for duty, at which time the Judgment Hall will arrange a formal report and handover."

He glanced at the garrison guards behind him and continued:

"Our team will accompany and escort you throughout the entire journey, and all expenses along the way will be covered by the Court of Judgment."

Yi Yang responded.

"You must be tired from your long journey."

He turned to Xu Pei and said, "Go arrange some food and drinks so the brothers can rest."

Xu Pei readily agreed and turned to jog towards the kitchen.

Yi Yang glanced at Xu Min again.

"Please have a seat, Lord Xu. I still need to handle some follow-up matters in White Fish City, so I'm afraid I can't set off today and will need to wait a few days."

Xu Min cupped his hands in greeting, but said nothing more.

Yi Yang turned around and went back to the duty room.

After closing the door, he took the silk scroll out again and looked at it, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Sixty years old, acting chief inspector.

This is quite a big step I've taken.

three days later.

At dawn, the main gate of the White Fish City Celestial Patrol Office opened wide.

More than twenty guards stood ramrod straight on both sides.

Xu Pei led the strange beast horse that Yi Yang had previously owned to the steps. The saddle had been wiped clean, and the tiger's roar was wrapped in coarse linen and tied to its side.

Yi Yang walked out of the main gate.

I changed my clothes.

The official uniform of the candidate chief inspector was dark gray with subtle stitching. The shoulder armor was a finger's width wider than that of the inspector general, and the copper buckles at the waist were replaced with black iron.

The official robes clung to the body without any extra wrinkles.

He walked to the front of the horse and took the reins from Xu Pei.

Xu Pei took the seal of the Celestial Patrol Office from his bosom and handed it over with both hands.

Yi Yang didn't answer.

He pushed the seal back and patted Xu Pei on the shoulder.

"The rules in the city remain unchanged; follow the path I've set. If anything happens, send a message to the prefectural city by carrier pigeon; don't try to handle it yourself."

Xu Pei gripped the seal tightly with both hands, his throat tightening.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say so much, but couldn't form a single word.

Finally, he managed to squeeze out only one sentence:

"My lord, White Fish City awaits your return."

Yi Yang didn't respond; he didn't know what his next plan was either.

He mounted his horse with agility, his face of sixty years matching the physique of a forty-year-old, and he sat upright on the horse.

Behind him, twelve Zhenfu Guards followed in formation.

The black-armored cavalry stood in a row, their beast-like hooves landing silently, with only the faint sound of their armor plates rubbing together.

The guards all raised their hands in salute.

Just a month ago, these people were whispering behind each other's backs, "The old man is here to retire," but now they're raising their hands higher than anyone else.

The cavalry passed through the gate of the Celestial Bureau and turned onto the main street.

The main street of White Fish City wasn't wide; it was just wide enough for two horses to ride abreast. Thirteen riders rode in a single file on the bluestone pavement, their hooves making a rhythmic sound.

First, the shopkeeper poked his head out.

An old lady selling wontons was standing at the door with a bowl in her hand. When she saw the horse team coming, she almost dropped the bowl in her hand.

"Lord Yi?"

She shouted.

Immediately, someone appeared in the alley.

The woman pulled her child to the side of the street, and several men poured out of the teahouse. Even an old man with difficulty walking stood at the door with a cane.

More and more people gathered.

The people of White Fish City knew nothing about the candidate chief inspector or the Hall of Judgment.

They only knew one thing—after this old man arrived, the "street protection money" that the gangs had been collecting for decades disappeared, the fees that the dock gangs had been charging for bullying people disappeared, and the patrol guards no longer dared to enter shops under the pretext of searching to take things.

Previously, a patrol guard broke into the cloth shop in the south of the city under the pretext of searching for gang members and extorted money. That afternoon, his head was hung at the gate of the Heavenly Patrol Office.

It was Yi Yang who personally took action.

When the news spread, the people of White Fish City walked the streets with their heads held high.

At the alley entrance, an old man in his seventies stood leaning against the wall, his cloudy eyes fixed on Yi Yang on horseback, his lips moving but no sound coming out.

He bent down, very deeply.

Several young people next to them bent down, and the woman next to them also lowered her head.

These people don't shout slogans or salute; they only know how to use this most basic method.

Yi Yang rode on his horse, glancing at both sides out of the corner of his eye.

He didn't wave.

He didn't speak.

His aged expression remained unchanged, and his black hair was somewhat striking in the morning light.

The cavalry did not stop when they reached the city gate.

Yi Yang turned around once.

The city gates were packed with people, a dense, dark mass. Xu Pei stood at the very front, still clutching the large seal in his hand, with all the guards of the White Fish City Sky Patrol Division behind him, their hands raised in unison.

Ordinary people don't have this kind of rule.

But their gazes carried more weight than a military salute.

Yi Yang turned his gaze back to the official road ahead and spurred his horse's flanks.

The mythical beast horse took off, and the elite Zhenfu Guards followed immediately.

The sound of thirteen riders' hooves gradually faded into the distance.

The crowd seeing them off at the city gate hadn't dispersed yet. Only when the horse caravan became a thin line at the end of the official road and disappeared on the horizon did the crowd begin to move slowly.

Someone turned around and glanced at the top of the city gate.

Several new lines of text were carved on the stone wall; the knife marks were still fresh, and the stone dust had not been dried by the wind.

That was Yi Yang's last order before he left.

Tax reduction and exemption order.

The wind from White Fish City blew across the city walls, making the writing clear.

On the official road, Yi Yang sat on horseback with his eyes closed, circulating his inner energy.

The Hidden Breath Formless Technique suppressed his cultivation level completely, so to outsiders, he still appeared to be the same old man who had reached the third level of perfect inner energy.

The twelve guards behind him remained silent, their formation impeccable.

Xu Min rode at the very front, glancing at Yi Yang every now and then out of the corner of his eye.

He had looked through Yi Yang's file before he came.

At sixty years old, with a strong constitution, he had been working in the company for less than a year.

But when Vice Hall Master Pei personally handed the copper tube to him, he said something.

"This person was protected by Yan Wuyuan so that he could be sent back."

Yan Wuyuan.

The deputy chief inspector of Youquan Division who never speaks up for anyone.

The fact that she was willing to speak already says it all.

Xu Min withdrew his gaze and looked at the straight official road ahead.

It's still four days' journey to the prefectural city.

Once this old man returns, some people in the prefectural city will probably get restless.

The caravan traveled further and further away, and White Fish City became a small dot behind them.

Yi Yang opened his eyes and looked at the official road stretching to the horizon.

The prefectural city.

He touched the scroll in his sleeve.

Alternate Chief Inspector.

With this identity, one is qualified to access the armory, elixir storehouse, and confidential files of the Prefectural City's Sky Patrol Division.

The follow-up exercises of "Yi Mu Yang Sheng Gong", the traces of Song Qing Dao Ren's journey south three hundred years ago, and the whereabouts of that bronze box.

These things are waiting for him to go back and find.

Yi Yang patted the horse's neck, and the strange beast horse quickened its pace.