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

As midnight approached, the lights in the Changliu Inn went out one by one.

The sounds of drinking games downstairs had long since ceased, and the kitchen stoves were closed.

At each end of the corridor outside Yiyang, there was a Zhenfu Guard, who took turns guarding the area around midnight. With their swords at their sides, no one could escape their sight as they passed by the door.

In Yi Yang's room, Tiger Roar stood upright at the head of the bed, its blade wrapped in coarse linen.

He sat cross-legged on the bed with his hands on his knees.

The breaths from the tip of the nose were long and short, with a steady rhythm.

Yi Yang didn't sleep; he was seizing every opportunity to cultivate and become stronger.

At this moment, his spiritual power emanated from between his eyebrows and gathered within three zhang of the room.

Deep within the spiritual realm, the golden-haired ape opened its eyes, scratched behind its ears, and flicked its tail behind it twice.

The patterns on the parchment were removed again.

The monkey swung its tail twice behind it, then darted from the corner of its mind to the center, resting its front paws on its knees and tilting its head to stare at the illusory sword aura woven from Yi Yang's mental energy.

The Four Symbols and Six Harmonies Knife.

The Azure Dragon belongs to spring, and its power is long and enduring.

Yi Yang's spiritual power advanced along the energy flow of the first image.

Seventy-two nodes lit up in sequence, and with each one lit, the illusory image of the sword technique in the sea of ​​consciousness became more solid. When the thirty-ninth node was reached, the accumulated energy shifted slightly, and the illusory image began to blur from the middle.

Instead of forcing his way forward, Yi Yang withdrew his mental energy back to the thirty-fifth node and recalibrated it.

The golden ape cooperated with him, tapping the phantom twice with its front paws to mark the deviated path.

Let's go through it all again from the beginning.

The requirements for mastering this sword technique are extremely precise.

When the Nine Peaks Saber is mastered to perfection, there are only nine forms in total, and the energy flow of each form adds up to no more than thirty nodes.

The first move of the Four Symbols and Six Harmonies Blade Light has seventy-two moves, and the four symbols together have nearly three hundred nodes, which must be connected and echo each other.

This isn't swordsmanship; it's drawing formations with a sword!

But Yi Yang wasn't in a hurry.

He repeatedly broke down the first forty nodes of the first image, and each time c successfully ran once, the number on the panel would jump.

The numbers are jumping slowly, but each one represents progress, and a sixty-fold improvement at that!

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【Four Symbols Six Harmonies Knife (Beginner) 7640/20000】

Yi Yang opened his eyes, picked up the warm water on the table, and took a sip.

"No wonder he hasn't made any progress even after being in Wang Gongqin's hands for so many years."

"I doubt he even knows what's inside this roll of parchment?"

This sword technique has an excessively high barrier to entry.

The Nine Peaks Saber technique emphasizes nine saber stances, which can be switched at will once mastered.

However, this Four Symbols Six Harmonies Blade technique also requires the integration of blade power, true qi, and spirit into one.

If you rely solely on internal energy to activate your moves, they are merely an empty shell.

Without mental control, the four elements clash, and the one who practices the sword will be the first to be injured.

For other martial artists, it might take several years just to master the seventy-two key points of the first move.

Yi Yang has no shortage of time.

If you don't succeed the first time, practice ten times; if you don't succeed the ten times, practice a hundred times.

With a cultivation speed of sixty times the normal rate, even the most difficult techniques couldn't withstand his repeated grinding.

He put the teacup back on the table, closed his eyes, and continued his deduction.

The golden-haired ape in the spiritual platform sat cross-legged, grasped the sword intent with both hands, and cooperated with Yi Yang to reorganize the qi.

Time passed little by little.

At the beginning of the Yin hour, a shift of guards changed in the corridor.

Just as Yi Yang was pushing the Azure Dragon Blade Technique to the sixty-fourth node, the golden-haired ape suddenly looked up.

Its ears stood up, its tail was taut, and its previously relaxed sitting posture changed. It braced its two legs against its head and bared its teeth toward the roof.

Yi Yang did not open his eyes, but he also sensed the unusual activity around him.

A wisp of energy suddenly appeared above his own roof beam.

The person who came was very steady and landed lightly. The sole of their shoe pressed down on the tile surface, causing only one tile to sink half an inch.

Even with proper concentration and vigilance, ordinary people with three levels of internal energy cannot detect this change.

The Mind Monkey Guards the Will and spreads Yi Yang's perception inside and outside the house.

The way the man on the roof landed, how his waist pressed down, and when his right arm rose all entered his consciousness.

Most importantly, the other party's barely concealed killing intent alerted Yi Yang.

It seems this person had chosen their target before coming to the inn.

Yi Yang moved his right hand to the hilt of the Tiger Roar Blade, his palm pressed against the wrapped cloth, without making a sound.

The person on the roof paused for two breaths.

The tiles were removed, a dark figure hung upside down under the eaves, and a narrow blade fell into the palm of his hand from his sleeve.

A thin tear appeared in the window paper.

The narrow blade pierced through the window, its concentrated internal energy adhering to the surface of the blade without dissipating in the slightest. The blade sliced ​​from behind Yi Yang, heading straight for the back of his neck.

soon.

That's ruthless too.

The opponent had no intention of leaving anyone alive with that strike.

But Yi Yang, who was prepared, leaned forward half an inch.

The narrow blade grazed the stray hairs at the back of her neck, severing a few strands of black hair.

Before the blade was even sheathed, the tiger's roar had already been drawn. "Roar!"

It sounded like a tiger's roar in the night.

The 72-pound blade collided with the narrow blade.

The dull thud of metal clanging echoed, and the window frame, unable to withstand the force of the two men, snapped into four pieces, with pieces of wood falling into the room.

The attack failed, and the dark figure outside the window sheathed his sword and jumped in.

With both feet on the ground, the soles of their shoes pressed firmly against the wooden plank, not even raising a speck of dust.

Yi Yang stood up straight, a tiger's roar held across his chest.

The two were separated only by a low table.

The shadowy figure remained silent, rotating his right wrist. The narrow blade, which had been used for thrusting, was now used for slicing, sliding along the back of the Tiger Roar Blade towards Yi Yang's wrist.

Yi Yang lowered the blade.

Thick peak.

The two knives pressed together, the low table was pushed aside by the force of the air, and the four table legs scraped across the floor and crashed into the wall.

Using the recoil from the blade, the shadowy figure pulled back his wrist, the narrow blade slicing halfway around, cutting towards Yi Yang's ribs from the other side.

Ruifeng.

The Tiger Roar Blade tip angled up, wedging the front of the narrow blade, and deflected the second strike towards the roof beam.

The shadowy figure was prepared.

He planted his right foot on the floor, turned his body, and slashed the third blade towards Yi Yang's throat with the force of the rotation. The power of the first two strikes was added to this one, and the internal energy around the narrow blade condensed into a thin layer, causing the teacup on the table to crack three feet away.

Yi Yang did not retreat.

He took half a step forward, his tiger-like roar pushing outward along the narrow blade, his left palm bypassing the two weapons and aiming straight for the shadowy figure's chest.

A palm strike pressed down on his clothes.

The fabric on the shadowy figure's chest clung inwards, causing his ribs to tighten.

If this palm strike lands squarely, the body's protective internal energy might not be able to withstand it.

He immediately turned his body to the side, his heels touching the floor as he spun around to avoid the palm strike, and used the momentum to leap onto the roof beam.

Four breaths.

Three slashes, one palm strike.

Inside the room, there were broken windows, shattered bowls, and a tilted low table.

Yi Yang stood in place, the tip of his Tiger Roar Blade pointing downwards, his left hand hanging at his side.

The dark figure on the roof beam shrank back, a narrow blade blocking its path, its clothes covering its legs, leaving only its eyes visible.

Neither side was in a hurry to make any further moves.

Yi Yang went through the three stabs he had just made in his mind.

I held back three-tenths of my strength in the first strike, to test his reaction.

Add two points to the second strike, to test his weapon and internal energy.

The third strike was aimed at killing.

Before the newcomer made his move, it was unclear what his true cultivation level was.

interesting.

After news of what happened in Baiyu City reached the prefectural city, many people wanted to kill him. But no one truly knew his background.

The shadowy figure's breathing quickened.

The intelligence he received was clearly written down.

Yi Yang, sixty years old, has reached the third level of internal energy perfection, is skilled in heavy swordsmanship, and possesses superb agility.

This intelligence report missed one thing: the old man's strength was unbelievably powerful.

When the first two strikes clashed, the opponent actually managed to hold the narrow blade firmly, although this was partly due to him concealing his true strength.

However, ordinary internal energy at the triple perfection level cannot achieve these things.

The shadowy figure did not continue its pursuit.

He stepped over the roof beam, his body passed through the broken window, and landed on the backyard wall.

With just one push from his feet, he had already crossed the slope behind the inn.

At the same time, the door to the next room opened.

Xu Min jumped out of bed, not even having time to put on his outer robe, and rushed into the corridor with his knife.

The guards on both sides drew their swords, stepped over the wooden planks with the soles of their boots, and split into two teams to block the door and stairs.

"Protect Lord I!"

Xu Min kicked the door latch off.

The door slammed against the wall.

He rushed into the house and first saw the shattered window frame, then he saw Yi Yang standing in front of the window with a knife in his hand.

A nick remained on the blade from the collision, and a few strands of hair lay on the collar.

Only the receding hem of a garment remains outside the window.

"There's an assassin."

Yi Yang looked up and followed the direction in which the aura had left.

Xu Min drew his knife and prepared to climb out the window.

"I'll lead men to chase after them."

Yi Yang raised his hand to block him and said:

"You guard the inn and protect the rest of you."

"But my lord..."

"They're coming for me. If you chase after them, your formation will break, giving them a chance to pick you off one by one."

Xu Min did not loosen his grip on the knife.

Pei Zongyue's task for him was to escort Yiyang back to the prefectural city intact.

Now that the assassin has infiltrated the room, if he stays at the inn, and something happens to Yi Yang, he might not even be able to eat his prison food in peace when he gets back.

"It is my duty to escort you."

Yi Yang glanced at him.

Those eyes, which were usually cloudy, were now so clear that they made Xu Min's back stiffen.

"Holding this place is also a form of escort."

"Don't let them lure you away from your prey."

Xu Min wanted to persuade him further, but Yi Yang had already stepped onto the windowsill.

"Wait for me to come back."

As soon as he finished speaking, he had already dashed out of the inn.

With a final burst of energy, Yi Yang leaped over the backyard wall, his feet landing on the hard soil of the hill, leaving only a shallow mark. He didn't get too close, always keeping the distance at fifty zhang.

The dark figure ahead was highly skilled, always choosing to land on rocky surfaces and hard soil, avoiding mud and grass roots, leaving no trace behind.

However, these methods are useless for mental perception.

Yi Yang locked onto the opponent's aura and then crossed two slopes.

After chasing for three miles, he discovered the problem.

The shadowy figure's aura fluctuated in intensity.

When the distance reached sixty zhang, the man slowed down by half a beat. Yi Yang chased forty zhang, but the other man sped up again and pulled away.

I ran like this, afraid of losing him, yet also afraid of him getting too close.

What's even more interesting is that the official road is located to the east.

If the assassin wanted to escape, he only needed to cross the woods and blend into a night caravan. Instead, the caravan deliberately headed west around the hills, moving further and further away from the inn with every step.

Yi Yang gripped the hilt of the Tiger Roar Blade, his footing speed undiminished.

"Going to all this trouble, are you trying to lure me away?"

He calculated the distance between them and then extended his mental energy forward.

There was no other presence within two hundred feet ahead.

Two hundred feet away, the mountain valley blocks perception, which is perfect for Tibetans.

Anyone else would have turned back at this point.

Yi Yang quickened his pace.

Staying at the inn, he had to suppress his true energy and also be careful that the garrison guards wouldn't see through him. But in the wilderness, he could use all his methods freely.

The other party wanted to take him away.

Skillful.

He didn't want the people in the inn to see how the assassin died.

The dark figure ahead crossed the third ridge and slowed down.

The other person turned around and faced him.

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