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

After leaving Qingxin Pavilion, Yi Yang did not return to his residence.

He took a detour along the secluded path behind the gate of the Judgment Hall of the Celestial Patrol, passed through two deserted narrow alleys, and headed towards the east gate of the prefectural city.

He was going to leave the city and head to the Beast Ridge Mountains, where he had carried out his first mission.

The outer forest of the Beast Ridge Mountains is not far from the prefectural city; at Yi Yang's speed, it only takes half an hour to reach it.

After going up the mountain, Yi Yang chose a secluded spot away from the hunters' trail.

The area is surrounded by dense forest, with old trees overhead providing shade, and rocks of varying sizes scattered on the ground.

He stood at the mouth of the valley and sensed the surroundings. There was no human presence within a hundred feet, and even the only beasts were two squirrels munching on pine nuts in the treetops.

It's secluded and quiet enough.

He released the Hidden Breath Formless Technique he had been using.

The suppressed true energy within the body surged out from the dantian, and the azure-green true energy of the wood element poured into the meridians and flowed through the fascia.

Yi Yang could feel that the aura was completely different from before. The true energy circulated along his body, layer upon layer, with a lingering aftereffect.

Yi Yang raised his right fist and glanced at the half-person-high granite that had been moved in front of him.

He didn't waste any words.

Throw a punch.

"boom!"

The moment Yi Yang's fist slammed down, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the rock surface, debris flew everywhere, and large pieces of rock tumbled to the sides.

The force of the punch penetrated three inches deep into the stone, splitting the entire granite block in two and causing it to collapse to the ground with a thud.

Yi Yang withdrew his fist and looked down at his knuckles.

A thin layer of red appeared on the skin, and the joints felt faintly hot.

But it only lasted for two breaths.

The azure-green true energy circulated and protected itself, and the thin layer of red faded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Three breaths later, my knuckles returned to normal, and even the burning sensation was gone.

Yi Yang clenched his fist, then relaxed it.

The self-healing properties of the Yi Wood element.

He had read the description in the booklet, but he didn't expect the actual effect to be even more obvious than what was written in the book.

No wonder the True Qi Realm chapter of this technique emphasizes the four words "endless life".

Yi Yang drew Tiger Roar from behind.

Untying the coarse linen cloth, the 72-pound heavy knife felt slightly heavy in his hand.

He gripped the hilt of the sword and channeled the True Qi of the Wood into the blade.

hum-

The tiger's roar produced a deep, resonant sound.

The blade was covered with a layer of bluish-green aura, but it was no longer the fierce, outward-expanding force it used to possess.

This powerful energy clung to the blade, layer upon layer, extending forward from the base to the tip, continuous and unbroken.

Yi Yang turned to face a huge, upright rock about three zhang away. This rock weighed at least a thousand jin and was covered with moss.

Nine Peaks Blade. Absolute Peak.

The blade slashed out.

The cyan-green blade energy detached itself from the blade, skimmed across the ground for three zhang (approximately 13 meters), and cut into the boulder.

There was no earth-shattering sound.

The boulder simply split quietly in the middle, the upper half sliding off and crashing to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Yi Yang walked over to look at the cross-section.

Smooth and neat.

He touched the edge of the cross-section with his finger; the stone powder was as fine as flour.

This sharpness is more than one level better than when I used the attribute-less True Qi half a month ago.

Yi Yang nodded in satisfaction and turned to look into the depths of the woods.

There's one more thing to try.

He gripped the Tiger Roar tightly, and the True Qi of the Wood element within his body rose from his dantian and traveled upwards along the Du meridian.

The golden-haired ape in the mind's eye also stirred, placing its two paws on the edge of the sea of ​​consciousness, ready to act.

The Four Symbols and Six Harmonies Blade, the Azure Dragon Emerges from the Abyss.

The vital energy passes through the Jianjing point, flows into the three Yang points of the hand, and enters the right arm.

The first node, the twelfth node, the thirty-sixth node, and the sixty-fourth node.

Yi Yang held her breath as she recalled what had happened before.

When I killed Xue Muci, who was at the True Qi Realm last time, I had to rely on my mental strength to forcibly repair the damage from the sixty-fifth point onwards. My meridians were burning with pain, and I could only barely maintain the connection by having the golden-haired ape deep in my spiritual platform forcibly reconnect with me.

But this time is different.

When the True Qi of Yi Wood reached the sixty-fifth node, it burrowed into the next node on its own.

No lag. No offset.

Sixty-six, sixty-seven, sixty-eight.

The journey was smooth.

Yi Yang's eyelid twitched.

The Azure Dragon belongs to spring, and so does the Wood element (乙木); they share the same origin and root.

Previously, using attribute-less true qi to walk this path was like trying to fit a square tenon into a round hole; you had to force it through.

Now that the Yi Wood True Qi has been replaced, the mortise and tenon joints are aligned, and no external assistance is needed at all.

Seventy-two!

The Tiger Roar Blade vibrated violently, and dark green qi coiled upwards, condensing into a ten-foot-long arc of blade energy at the tip of the blade.

Yi Yang lowered his arms.

The blade's energy swept over several rocks in front of them.

The stones didn't crack. They shattered directly.

The dark green blade shot out for seven or eight zhang before dissipating, leaving a half-foot-deep furrow in the ground, with the weeds on both sides lying flat at the roots.

Yi Yang sheathed his sword.

My right arm feels slightly sore and swollen, but it's no longer the burning pain in my meridians that I experienced before.

He moved his wrists a couple of times, and the soreness subsided quickly; the Yi Mu Zheng Gang had repaired the minor damage caused during its operation.

"It's done."

Yi Yang held the Tiger Roar sword upright in front of him and looked down as the dark green color remaining on the blade slowly faded.

After killing Xue Muci last time, his meridians felt like they had been burned by fire after using the Azure Dragon Emerging from the Abyss technique.

What about now?

The knife is drawn and released instantly, with complete control over its movement.

Moreover, its power was at least 30% stronger than that strike.

Yi Yang mentally reassessed his combat strength.

The combination of Yi Wood True Qi, the Azure Dragon Style of the Four Symbols and Six Harmonies Blade, the Black Profound Iron Soft Armor, and the perfect internal energy cultivation of the five internal organs.

At the early stage of True Qi, he was confident in dealing with the vast majority of opponents of the same level.

Even against a powerful expert who has forged a "Hundred-Refined Body" in the early stage of the True Qi Realm, it has the power to fight.

But beyond this level, there are the experts at the mid-stage of True Qi.

Or like Yan Wuyuan, a master who has achieved the "Hundred Meridians Connected" inner strength perfection.

That is the threshold before the late stage of True Qi. Once you reach that stage, your Qi flows through your entire body as one, and with every punch and kick, you can shatter monuments and break rocks as easily as breaking through rotten soil.

When Yi Yang returned to the courtyard, the sun was already setting.

The courtyard gate was ajar, and muffled sounds of fists whistling through the air could be heard from inside.

Yi Yang pushed open the door without making a sound.

Under the jujube tree, Jiang Yuexin is practicing boxing.

She wore a light blue training shirt with the cuffs tied tightly, and her long hair was tied into a high ponytail with a strip of cloth, revealing a section of her slender white nape.

The style of the fist was unfamiliar; it was not a martial art that Yi Yang had ever seen before.

With each move, the blood and qi surged, carrying an indescribable rhythm, like the ebb and flow of the tide.

Yi Yang leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, watching quietly.

This girl's cultivation speed has increased again.

When he left half a month ago, Jiang Yuexin's blood circulation was still somewhat sluggish.

At this pace... it's already starting to touch the threshold of "marrow cleansing and blood transfusion".

That's a level six of Qi and Blood.

The little girl from Sanmu Village who could only be kicked in the groin by Sun Mazi when she was blocked on the road is now only one step away from the sixth level of Qi and Blood.

Yi Yang's brow twitched.

How long did it take him to reach the sixth level of Qi and Blood?

Although she had the blessing of destiny, it still took her nearly half a year to get here. Jiang Yuexin started from scratch and has been here for less than four months in total.

Although Liu Qing provided precious elixirs as an aid.

But his martial prowess is truly not just empty fame.

Yi Yang's lips curled down slightly. He was happy, but the feeling of being chased by his own granddaughter was a little strange.

The sixty-year-old man worked himself to the bone to acquire a wealth of skills, but at this rate, the fifteen-year-old girl will catch up with him in just a few years.

Yi Yang touched his nose, suppressing the sour feeling in his heart.

Jiang Yuexin withdrew her last punch and exhaled a breath of stale air.

As I turned around, I caught a glimpse of the figure standing in the doorway out of the corner of my eye. I paused for a moment, then my face lit up and I shouted:

"grandfather!"

She ran over in a few quick steps, beads of sweat on her forehead, her eyes crinkling with joy. Reaching him, she reached out and tugged at Yi Yang's sleeve.

"You're finally back!"

Yi Yang gently rubbed the top of her head; her hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to his palm.

"Grandpa lost track of time while practicing his cultivation over there. It won't happen again next time."

"Okay, let's go eat first."

Three days later.

Yi Yang was practicing his internal energy in the courtyard when he heard two knocks on the gate.

Liu Qing was standing outside the door.

She arrived earlier than usual today, wearing a dark gray outfit from the Youquan Division, her hair neatly tied up.

"Yiyang, Miss is back."

Liu Qing's expression didn't change much; he simply added:

"I'm sending you to see her."

Yi Yang nodded, went back to his room to change into his official robes, and then followed them.

The main hall of Youquan Temple.

When the door was pushed open, the hall was dimly lit, with two ever-burning lamps hanging on the side walls, illuminating the middle area in a half-light and half-dark manner.

Yan Wuyuan, the head of Youquan Division, sat in the center of the rosewood chair.

The dark purple outfit fit snugly, with clean shoulder lines and a tightly cinched belt.

Her hair was tied up in a high crown, revealing a section of her slender, fair neck.

She was languid, leaning back in her chair, her right hand on the armrest, her fingers tapping the wooden surface unconsciously.

The face was clearly defined in the dim light, and there was a languidness and composure in the eyes that did not belong to someone of that age.

Yi Yang glanced at her a couple more times when she entered. Although it wasn't the first time she had seen her dressed like this, she was still quite amazed.

Then he lowered his head.

Yan Wuyuan raised her eyelids slightly and noticed this scene. Her lips twitched, but she didn't say anything.

"sit."

Yi Yang sat down in the chair below, straightening his back and waiting for instructions.

Yan Wuyuan stopped tapping, turned her head to look at him, and pondered for a moment before saying:

"You look quite well. Have you gained anything from your two weeks at Qingxin Pavilion?"

"Thank you for your concern, sir. I have gained a little."

"Um."

Yan Wuyuan nodded, without asking for further details.

She straightened up, her tone shifting from casual to more serious as she slowly spoke:

"I originally called you over to arrange a task for you."

Yi Yang waited for the next installment.

Yan Wuyuan tapped her fingers twice on the armrest.

"But this matter has to be postponed."

"Because the Chief Inspector will soon be summoning all the candidates for Chief Inspector from the Four Departments back to the Celestial Patrol Department."

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