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

A sliver of moonlight peeked through the clouds in the darkness and fell on the rocky slope.

The man in black who lured Yi Yang out of the inn stood twenty feet away, facing Yi Yang, with his feet on a large, bluish-gray rock about half a person's height.

The night wind billowed his robes, the hem clinging to his calves.

Yi Yang steadied himself, Tiger Roar held the shield in front of him, and looked at his opponent, spreading his mental energy outwards.

The golden-haired ape in the mind's eye perked up its ears, placed its front paws on the edge of the sea of ​​consciousness, and its two eyes rolled around, scanning the terrain within two hundred feet around Yi Yang.

Apart from some nocturnal small animals, there was no other martial arts aura.

There was no ambush, no backup.

This person came alone.

But Yi Yang did not relax after learning about this situation.

He dared to sneak into the inn guarded by the Zhenfu Guard alone, and kill him with three blows. After failing, he deliberately lured him here. The opponent could not have relied on just a surge of courage.

The mental energy was withdrawn to within twenty feet, locking the black-clad man's shoulders, waist, legs, and right hand holding the knife.

The goal is to gauge an opponent's strength by observing how their internal energy flows through their meridians with each breath.

Unfortunately, this person's inner strength is deeply hidden, and his specific level of attainment cannot be discerned from his outward appearance.

Yi Yang activated the "Hidden Breath Formless Technique," causing the true qi in his meridians to sink into his dantian, leaving only the fluctuations of the threefold perfection of internal qi.

He didn't want to reveal his strength directly without knowing the other party's background.

The only trump cards are those that you hold in your own hands.

Yi Yang asked, "You escaped here, you're not going to run anymore?"

"I'm not running anymore?"

No! You've caught up.

"Yi Yang, if you hadn't followed, you might not have died. What a pity."

The man in black spoke in a steady voice, tinged with barely suppressed hatred.

He raised his left hand and removed the black cloth.

What was revealed was a face that appeared to be in his fifties.

He had high, prominent brow bones, a square jaw, and a few gray hairs tucked into his temples.

There was an old scar on the left side of his nose, with the skin and flesh sunken inward, adding a touch of fierceness to his otherwise handsome face.

Yi Yang took in the other person's face, thought it through in his mind, and confirmed that he had never seen the other person before.

"Don't you recognize me?" The other person seemed to notice his reaction, and chuckled softly with a slight downward pull at the corner of their mouth.

"I don't know him." Yi Yang didn't need to pretend and answered directly.

"Xingshan Martial Arts School, Xue Muci."

These words reached Yi Yang's ears.

His fingers tightened on the hilt of the knife.

Yi Yang went through his memories. If it was the other person, then there was only one person who could have made contact with him.

"Ye Jin!"

According to Yi Yang's understanding, Ye Jin was once the deputy head of Xingshan Martial Arts School.

This person served under Xue Muci for many years, rising from instructor to deputy head of the martial arts school. He recruited disciples for the school, managed business dealings, and handled many private accounts.

It can be said that Ye Jin's connection with the martial arts school is extremely deep.

But in White Fish City, Ye Jin has another identity.

That is the leader of the Nine Evil Sect.

It is said that after he spread the news of Ye Jin's execution, the Punishment Department traced the matter to Xingshan Martial Arts School through the account books.

But by the time the people arrived, the owner of the museum, Xue Muci, had already vanished.

The Punishment Department subsequently issued an official document to investigate the matter.

Yi Yang had seen that official document back in White Fish City.

At the time, he was puzzled, thinking how quick this guy's information network was and how fast he could run.

But to my surprise, the other party didn't run far.

They were actually squatting on the official road leading from Baiyu City back to the prefectural city, waiting to ambush and kill me.

This kind of patience might not be suitable for running a martial arts school.

It's quite sufficient for revenge.

Yi Yang suddenly realized and said, "So it's Master Xue."

"The Punishment Division has been looking for you for several days. If you wish to return to the prefectural city, you can travel with my entourage, saving you the trouble of using a fake travel permit."

Xue Muci stared at him.

"I can't go back."

That's your problem.

"It is indeed my matter."

Xue Muci raised his right hand, looking at the thick calluses on his palm, and said in recollection:

"Twenty years ago, after I broke through to the Inner Qi Realm, I came to the prefectural city and rented two old houses."

Back then, I taught boxing during the day and practiced at night.

Later, Ye Jin arrived.

Speaking of Ye Jin, he lowered his hand, clenched his five palms, and looked at Yi Yang with hatred, saying:

"Back then, he was a poor instructor who couldn't afford training clothes, so when his belt broke, he tied it with a straw rope."

I fed him, taught him martial arts techniques, and bought him medicine.

"He taught my disciples, ran trade routes, collected debts, and even took three punches for me."

"Over the years, my Xingshan Martial Arts School has grown to more than 400 disciples."

"Six instructors at the Inner Qi Realm level. In the twelve streets northeast of the prefectural city, every martial arts school that opens a branch has to ask me first. This is a huge business!"

Xue Muci took a step forward, pushing aside two pebbles with the sole of his shoe, and continued:

"I don't care what happens to Ye Jin."

"But you killed him in White Fish City and also revealed his identity as the leader of the Nine Evil Sect."

"The Punishment Division shut down my martial arts school and searched my residence."

"All the disciples scattered overnight."

"All the shops, houses, and medicine stores that I've built up over the past twenty years are now sealed off."

You turned me into a stray dog.

He stopped and pointed at Yiyang. He said:

"Yiyang, tell me, who should I hold accountable for this?"

Yi Yang did not answer. He understood what the other party meant: they believed that he was the one who caused all of this and had come to seek revenge.

Reasoning with someone who's coming to kill you is a waste of breath and time.

Ye Jin joined the Nine Evil Cult and used the essence and blood of living people to fill the blood pool; this debt cannot be attributed to him.

Whom Xue Muci chooses to blame is his prerogative.

What Yi Yang needed to do was to send him down to talk to Ye Jin in person.

He stepped over the rocks with his right foot and waded across the river with all his might.

His figure instantly spanned twenty zhang, a tiger's roar rose from the right, and his inner energy circulated along the blade, the blade sweeping towards Xue Muci's waist and abdomen.

Along the way, gravel tumbled and the withered grass on the ground snapped off at the roots.

This cut uses a thick tip.

There were no fancy tricks.

It relies on the 72-pound blade and the perfect balance of internal energy.

Yi Yang made the first move for two reasons.

First, we need to ascertain Xue Muci's cultivation level, and second, we need to examine his arrangements.

Since Xue Muci dared to lure him here, he most likely had a backup plan. The longer it dragged on, the better prepared the other side would be.

By striking first, you can at least control the pace of the game.

Xue Muci saw the tiger's roar sweeping towards him and took a half step back.

The narrow blade in his hand did not extend from his sleeve.

Make a fist with your right hand.

He punched the blade.

Before the two even collided, Xue Muci's long-concealed aura burst forth from its hiding place.

The internal energy is channeled into the weapon, its energy flowing continuously and powerfully through the meridians.

Xue Muci's power was pressed between the skin, flesh, and tendons, while thick qi seeped out from the surface of his body, condensing on his fist and forming a visible qi film.

True Qi Realm.

The Tiger Roar Blade trembled, its low hum echoing down the slope.

The pebbles beneath their feet rose up and flew several feet to the left and right. Some of them crashed into the slope and shattered into pieces, raising a cloud of dust.

Yi Yang's arms went numb.

The force of the punch passed over the tiger's roar, flowing down the arm and into the shoulder and back, causing a stuffy feeling in the chest and abdomen.

The force of the punch flowed down the hilt of the knife into the shoulder and pressed down on the chest and abdomen.

The black iron armor first blocked a layer, and then the "Five Internal Organs Refining Strength" was activated, causing the liver, lungs, spleen, and kidneys to vibrate together, dispersing the penetrating energy throughout the body.

He did not mobilize his true energy.

The soles of the boots clung to the slope, leaving two deep marks as they dragged backward.

step.

Two steps.

With the third step, Yi Yang dissipated the remaining force of his punch.

I feel tightness in my chest.

There was also a fishy smell in my throat.

He swallowed the blood, the tiger's roar hanging at his side, his left hand trembled twice, and he steadied the hilt of the knife again.

The price paid was not light.

However, it is within the acceptable range.

More importantly, Xue Muci had not yet discerned his true strength.

From the moment he took the first step to the moment he retreated three steps, Yi Yang's outward cultivation level remained at the peak of the third level of internal energy perfection.

If I had directly used my true energy to fight back, it would have been much easier.

But if he did that, Xue Muci would become wary of him.

It's not easy for a True Qi Realm martial artist to escape and be hunted down.

Xue Muci was particularly skilled in agility and dared to launch a solo ambush.

Yi Yang didn't want to accompany him on a second trip.

Xue Muci on the opposite side did not pursue.

His right fist hung down, with a faint red knife mark on the back of his hand.

He used the qi membrane formed by his true qi to block the tiger's roar. His skin and flesh were not broken, but the recoil still made his wrist bones numb.

Xue Muci stared at the old man three steps away, his brows furrowing slightly.

Before Xue Mu resigned, he spent money to buy information about Yi Yang from several channels.

At the age of sixty, one's internal energy reaches its peak in three stages.

He possesses a powerful heavy blade, swift movements, and a robust constitution.

Mo Qianhe of Baiyu City died under Yi Yang's blade, but it was only a battle between cultivators at the Inner Qi Realm.

As for the killing, it was intercepted and killed by two experts from Youquan Division, and it had nothing to do with Yi Yang's cultivation level.

Xue Muci had already used his true energy in that punch.

There is a major barrier between True Qi and Internal Qi.

If someone with ordinary internal energy at the third level were to be hit by this punch, their arms would be directly broken, and the force would penetrate their chest and abdomen, leaving them bedridden for at least several months.

But Yi Yang only took three steps back.

My breathing is normal.

You can even hold a knife with your arm.

This old man's physical body is excessively powerful at the Inner Qi Realm.

Seeing that Xue Muci did not immediately make a move, he shifted his gaze from Hu Xiao to Yi Yang's chest.

There is protective gear under the clothes.

There's only one explanation for why someone at the Inner Qi Realm could block my punch: Yi Yang possesses a decent set of armor.

Xue Muci suppressed his doubts, spread his feet apart, left foot forward, right foot bracing against the slope, and said:

"Turns out you were hiding a nice nail."

"No wonder you dared to chase after me."

Yi Yang shook the dust off the blade and said, feigning difficulty:

"Wearing a coat when you're out and about is perfectly reasonable."

"You sleep in armor in the middle of the night? You're really afraid of dying!"

"It's normal to be afraid of death when you get old."

Xue Muci was not going to waste any more words.

There are twelve garrison guards in the inn. If we delay any longer, they will realize something is wrong and come after us soon.

He only had one chance tonight, and the reason he didn't make a move at the inn was to avoid revealing his true colors.

If I were to bear the charge of killing a candidate for chief inspector, then I would truly be locked in a life-or-death struggle with the Suining Prefecture's patrol and surveillance division.

Xue Muci didn't want things to come to this.

Kill Yi Yang, take the appointment document and official token, and leave Sui Ning Prefecture before dawn.

As for the armor, it's his.

Xue Muci's legs sank, and the soles of his shoes sank into the soil.

He activated the true skill he had cultivated, the "Mountain Climbing Fierce Peak Technique".

The internal energy flowed through his muscles, his shoulders and back stretched open, and his sleeves were held tightly by his arms.

The air film on the surface of his right fist re-condensed, becoming two layers thicker than before.

The fist pushes forward, compressing the airflow and producing a low hum.

This time he held nothing back.

All the body's vital energy flowed into the right arm.

One punch decides the outcome.

Xue Muci exerted force with his feet, causing the rocks to roll backward, and he covered a distance of more than ten zhang, his fist aimed straight at Yi Yang's chest.

With this punch, he intended to pierce through the man and his armor.