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

After leaving White Fish City, Yi Yang and his group had been traveling for nearly two days.

As we continued forward, the fields on both sides of the official road decreased, and low hills appeared one after another, with the road becoming more winding.

The thirteen riders had been running for two days, and even with the best endurance of the exotic beast horses, they were still breathing heavily from their nostrils.

The horses' hooves pounded the hard earth, kicking up dust that clung to the underside of their black armor, adding to the weariness of the entire team after their journey.

Yi Yang rode on his horse, his eyes half-closed, his internal energy circulating along a fixed trajectory.

The Hidden Breath Formless Technique conceals his cultivation level at the level of perfect inner energy, making him appear to outsiders as if he's taking a nap.

In fact, his mental energy was not idle.

Deep within his mind, the golden-haired ape sat cross-legged in his sea of ​​consciousness, occasionally scratching its ear with its paw, its tail curled into a question mark shape.

The numbers on the panel jumped.

【Four Symbols Six Harmonies Knife (Beginner) 6126/20000】

The progress of my cultivation is too slow.

While traveling today, he kept diverting part of his attention to deduce the "Four Symbols and Six Harmonies Knife".

Each movement of this sword technique has its own unique method of applying force. While sitting on horseback, one can only ponder the incantations. To truly improve one's progress, one must practice holding the sword.

This sword technique is too grand in scale, with the four elements rotating and the six directions forming the framework. The first move alone, "Azure Dragon Emerging from the Abyss," has seventy-two nodes in its energy flow, making it more complex than the entire Nine Peaks Sword technique.

Fortunately, the sixty-fold bonus from Destiny still works. As long as he sets aside time each night to perform calculations, his progress can steadily increase.

Just then, the sound of galloping hooves came from ahead, quickening its pace.

Hearing the noise, Yi Yang opened his eyes.

Xu Min turned his horse around from the front of the formation and leaned closer, saying in a low voice:

"Lord Yi, the Changliu Inn is just twelve li ahead, and there are no post stations forty li further on. It's getting dark, so I suggest we rest there tonight."

Yi Yang looked to the west.

The sun was already hanging on the hilltop, and it looked like it would set in at most half an hour.

Traveling at night is not impossible, but the Zhenfu Guard's exotic beast horses have been running for two days and they should be fed some fine feed.

"Okay, there it is."

Xu Min cupped his hands in greeting, turned his horse back to the head of the column, and made a gesture.

The thirteen riders, having received Yi Yang's order, quickened their pace.

Yi Yang closed his eyes again, but his mind wasn't on the journey.

I have a whole block of time tonight, so I might as well push forward the progress of the Four Symbols Six Harmonies Knife.

This sword technique requires a certain level of concentration to deduce and simulate the Four Symbols Sword Stance. It's impossible to fully concentrate on it while traveling during the day, so practicing it at night is the proper way to hone your skills.

Yi Yang has never truly relaxed.

As dusk settled completely on the horizon, an inn finally came into view.

Seven or eight horses were tied up at the gate, and most of the hay in the trough had been eaten.

The lobby was brightly lit and filled with the noise of people.

Even from twenty feet away, Yi Yang could hear people inside playing drinking games, their voices so loud they could shake the roof tiles off.

He dismounted, a tiger's roar looming behind him, the blade wrapped in coarse linen, only the hilt showing.

He flexed his shoulders a couple of times, and his kneecap cracked.

After riding horses for two days, even his buttocks and thighs were a little numb.

Xu Min, on the other side, had also dismounted and made a gesture to the eleven people behind him.

The Zhenfu Guard was organized into formation.

The twelve people landed one after another, their movements so synchronized that they seemed to have been cut from the same mold.

The black armor tightened, the sword returned to its place, and even the sound of the boots hitting the ground was synchronized.

When this group of people stood at the entrance of the lobby, even the door frame seemed narrow.

Yi Yang, who was walking in front, stepped inside.

Upon entering, I saw six or seven tables of guests sitting in the lobby, including merchants,镖师 (bodyguards/escorts), and a few martial artists dressed as independent cultivators.

There were also four men at the table by the window, their faces flushed from drinking, with a small mountain of bones piled on the table.

When Yi Yang entered, few people looked up.

But as the twelve black-armored garrison guards filed in, the sound in the entire hall seemed to be suddenly choked.

The chopsticks in my hand stopped moving.

The wine bowl that was being drunk from was put down.

The people at the table playing the finger-guessing game had their mouths open and their fists raised in mid-air, forgetting to bring them back down.

Although the twelve guards walked without making much noise, the faint rustling sound of their armor plates rubbing together was particularly jarring in the suddenly quiet hall.

A young martial artist at the table near the door shrank back in his chair, the chair leg scraping against the floor.

As the group entered, half a head peeked out from behind the counter.

The innkeeper was a fat man in his forties, with oil stains on his apron.

He saw the standard black armor the newcomer was wearing, and the color drained from his face. He gripped the edge of the counter tightly.

"Gentlemen—"

He walked around the counter, bending so low he almost touched his knees, and jogged over to greet her.

"Need a quick bite or a room at the inn? The best room in the inn is still available; hot water, food, and drinks are readily available, and the horses are fed by dedicated staff—"

Xu Min ignored his words and scanned the lobby with his eyes.

There are two square tables against the inner wall. They are in a good position, with their backs against a solid wall, and they offer a wide view to the left and right, making it easy to move around.

He took the astronomical patrol badge off his waist and waved it in front of the shopkeeper.

Upon seeing the words "Patrol Bureau" on the token, the shopkeeper's legs went weak; these people were clearly not simple.

"Clear those two tables. Prepare eight hot dishes, three jars of wine, and two pots of tea. Prepare eight rooms, the largest one for the adults."

"Yes, yes, we'll arrange it right away!"

The shopkeeper turned around and yelled at the kitchen, his voice cracking.

Two waiters rushed out to clear the table. The three merchants who had been sitting at those two tables immediately picked up their bowls and chopsticks and moved to the corner without saying a word, their expressions saying, "I'm afraid to even look at this for fear of getting into trouble."

With the arrival of Yi Yang and the others, the air in the lobby became more subdued.

The remaining diners each had their own reactions.

The merchants near the wall kicked the short knives at their waists under the table, afraid of being seen.

In the corner, a martial artist in a gray robe buried his head in his rice, his chopsticks moving three times faster than usual, as if he wanted to dig through the bottom of the bowl and leave as soon as possible.

Under this pressure, the four people at the innermost table in the corner stood out conspicuously.

The four men were quite drunk; there were six or seven empty wine bowls on the table, and bone fragments were scattered all over the floor.

The leader was a burly man with a thick beard, half of his arm was bare, and the hair on his chest was as thick as weeds. He was gnawing on a chicken leg with oil dripping from his mouth while complaining loudly about the taxes levied on the trade routes.

He didn't notice the changes in the lobby at all.

After taking the last bite, toss the chicken bone out.

The bone bounced twice on the ground, slid a long way, and stopped right half an inch in front of Yi Yang's boot tip.

A little oil splattered on the boot.

Yi Yang looked down at his boots and said nothing.

But Xu Min, who was standing next to him, looked sullen.

He was ordered by Pei Zongyue to escort Yiyang back to his residence.

If a drunkard were to bump into the newly appointed chief inspector along the way, and the news were relayed back to the Hall of Judgment, he, as the squad leader, would be out of a job.

Moreover, Yi Yang was recommended by Yan Wuyuan.

During this escort mission, we didn't encounter any bandits or cults, so we couldn't find a place to show off.

Now that someone has presented him with an opportunity, Xu Min is not about to let it slip by.

Xu Min turned around and walked towards the four people.