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

Chapter 191 "Spirit Weapon"

After today's competition ended, the crowd on the training ground began to disperse.

Yi Yang, carrying his weapon Tiger Roar, jumped off the edge of the arena, his boots landing on the ground and kicking up a thin layer of yellow dust.

He sheathed his weapon and carried it behind his back. He then flexed his right wrist a couple of times. After those few battles, most of the Yi Wood True Qi in his meridians had been depleted, and he needed to find time to replenish it.

But before Yi Yang could take a few steps, two figures came from the high platform and blocked his way.

The man on the left, holding a folding fan, has a gentle face and a smile that is as warm as a spring breeze. He is Wen Shiheng, the deputy chief inspector of the Zhiwen Division.

The man on the right, with his hands behind his back, slightly high cheekbones, and an air of a schoolteacher, is Ji Yunzhang, the Deputy Chief Inspector of the Evil Extermination Division.

Upon seeing the two deputy chief inspectors, Yi Yang paused and stopped, unsure of their intentions.

Six months ago, these two people went through his file. One chose Weihe, while the other didn't even consider him.

Yi Yang suppressed his suspicions and greeted them with clasped hands: "Lord Wen, Lord Ji."

Wen Shiheng closed his folding fan, tapped the fan ribs twice in his palm, and said politely with a smile, "Brother Yi, there's no need for such formality. You fought beautifully today."

"If all four finalists are outsiders, our Sky Patrol Division's 300th anniversary celebration will likely become a laughing stock in the future."

Ji Yunzhang didn't beat around the bush. He patted Yi Yang on the shoulder and said approvingly:

"Well done."

Yi Yang glanced at the fan on his left, then at the hand resting on his shoulder on his right, and thought with a sense of triumph:

This treatment.

Six months ago, he waited for seven or eight days at the Wanyangju Inn, but the two of them sat in their respective rooms and didn't even bother to turn a single page of the roster.

These two people, who used to be too lazy to even look through the roster, took the initiative to stand in front of him and start a conversation.

That's how the world works; when you have the power, everyone's attitude changes.

Yi Yang looked somewhat flattered and smiled, cupping his hands in greeting.

"You two are too kind. I am able to get to where I am today entirely thanks to Lord Yan's excellent guidance."

Wen Shiheng smiled, his tone clearly showing disbelief:

"Lord Yan has always had good judgment."

"It's just that Lord Yi himself is a late bloomer."

Just as Yi Yang was about to reply, a voice came from the side.

"That's not true."

The sound drifted in from the side.

Yan Wuyuan walked out from outside the crowd.

Her dark purple outfit pressed down on her figure, her belt was tightly cinched, and she walked slowly. When she got closer, she glanced at Wen Shiheng and Ji Yunzhang.

"I just happened to choose him back then."

Yan Wuyuan stopped three steps away, her light amber eyes sweeping over Yi Yang: "I didn't expect him to have such a hidden skill."

Wen Shiheng closed the folding fan in his hand.

Ji Yunzhang withdrew his hand from Yi Yang's shoulder.

The two exchanged a glance.

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

An old man who entered the city at the age of sixty, crossed the Inner Qi Realm and entered the True Qi Realm in half a year, and also mastered that kind of swordsmanship.

Without a great opportunity, it simply doesn't make sense.

But no one bothered to press the matter further.

The four people stood beside the departing crowd and exchanged a few meaningless pleasantries.

What "Do your best tomorrow"? What "The Sky Patrol is counting on you"?

While we were being polite, we gave each other the respect due to be expected.

Ji Yunzhang did not linger any longer and left with the Po Xie Division personnel who were waiting in the distance.

Wen Shiheng smiled and waved his hand, then tucked his folding fan into his sleeve and disappeared into the crowd.

After the two had walked away, Yan Wuyuan did not leave immediately.

She turned to the side, her lips moving slightly.

No sound.

But a very subtle vibration of energy reached Yi Yang's ears.

Transmitting sound into the secret passage:

"Come to the main hall of Youquan Division at 7 PM tonight; I have something to tell you."

Upon hearing Yan Wuyuan's telepathic message, Yi Yang's expression remained unchanged; he simply nodded slightly.

Seeing that Yi Yang understood her meaning, Yan Wuyuan turned and left.

The dark purple figure disappeared around the corner of the alley.

Yi Yang stood still, then looked away.

Another thing crossed my mind.

Today on the stage, when Jingchen of Jinyang Temple stepped onto the stage, he said, "It seems that you are the person I have been looking for."

A destined person.

These three words were not said casually.

Jingyuan and Jingming died half a year ago in the withered forest outside Qinghuai Post Station.

Jin Yang Temple has been searching for the whereabouts of the Xuan Yuan Blade for so long, they cannot give up.

Today, Jingchen is taking the stage, ostensibly for a friendly exchange, but in reality, it's a test.

To test his swordsmanship, to see if it was the same as the one that killed Jingyuan and Jingming.

It now seems that I am already exposed to the other party's sight.

Yi Yang suppressed the sense of urgency in his heart and strode towards the courtyard.

When I pushed open the courtyard gate, Jiang Yuexin under the jujube tree had just finished practicing her last move.

Sweat beaded on her forehead, and her little face was flushed red in the setting sun. Hearing the door open, she turned and called out:

"grandfather!"

She ran over in a few quick steps, her eyes shining brightly.

"How was today? Did you win?"

Yi Yang leaned Hu Xiao against the wall, went to the kitchen, scooped up a bowl of water, took a sip, and said slowly:

"We've made it to the semifinals."

Jiang Yuexin jumped up behind him.

"Really? Grandpa, you're amazing!"

She chased after him to the kitchen door and peeked out to ask.

Who will be our opponent tomorrow?

Yi Yang did not answer the question. He put down the rough porcelain bowl, walked through the main room, and went into his bedroom.

There is a hidden compartment under the bed board.

Yi Yang squatted down, lifted a corner of the bed board, and took out a long, rectangular package from inside.

The package was wrapped in three layers of oilcloth and tied with a tight knot of hemp rope.

He untied the knot and unfolded the oilcloth layer by layer.

Then, the long black sword hidden deep within was revealed.

"Xuanyuan"

Yi Yang placed the knife across his knees, with his right palm pressed against the blade.

The blade is entirely black, without a single blemish. The patterns on the spine are submerged in the black, yet upon closer inspection, one can see the patterns moving slowly.

This knife followed him for more than half a year, from Yunlin County to Taicheng.

Each use of it consumes a large amount of internal energy, making it incredibly powerful yet difficult to control.

When he killed Jingyuan Jingming in the withered forest, one slash drained 30% of his internal energy, almost causing him to fall over.

It is very powerful.

But he never found out what kind of weapon it was or how to truly unleash its power.

Even with his current True Qi Realm cultivation level, he still couldn't see through the details of this sword.

"grandfather."

Jiang Yuexin peeked through the doorframe twice and whispered:

"Is this knife very powerful?"

"sharp."

"That's troublesome too."

Jiang Yuexin looked at the black knife and didn't ask any more questions.

She now practices martial arts and understands that the stronger the weapon, the greater the trouble it often brings.

Yi Yang stared at the blade for a while, then wrapped it back in the oilcloth, replaced it with a piece of coarse linen, and slung it diagonally behind his back.

It's almost 7 PM.

Jiang Yuexin stood by the courtyard gate, looking at Yi Yang who was about to open the door, and asked worriedly:

"Grandpa, will you be back tonight?"

"I don't know, you don't need to leave a light on for me."

Yi Yang raised his hand, ruffled her hair, and then instructed:

Go to bed early.

"Don't practice your skills until midnight."

Yi Yang closed the gate and walked along the alleyway through several courtyards of Youquan Division.

When the guards on night duty saw him, they all stopped and saluted.

Alternate Chief Inspector.

True Qi Realm.

News travels fast in the ring.

Those who used to only admire him from afar now bow their heads even lower.

Yi Yang didn't stop.

Upon arriving at the main hall deep within the Youquan Division, they found the door ajar.

He pushed the door open and entered.

Only two lamps were lit inside the hall, casting a very low light.

The shadows covered most of the hall, and the person on the rosewood chair was half-eaten by the shadows.

Yan Wuyuan did not lean back in her chair.

She sat very upright, her hands on the armrests, her back off the chair, her gaze unusually solemn.

Seeing his boss in such an unusual state, Yi Yang paused for a moment.

I've been dealing with this boss for over half a year, and she's always half-leaning and languid.

My posture today is off.

Yan Wuyuan's gaze fell on the long, rectangular object wrapped in burlap behind him.

He didn't show any particular expression.

"sit."

Yi Yang sat down in the chair below her, waiting for her to speak.

Yan Wuyuan didn't beat around the bush and said directly:

"After the competition, Pei Zongyue sent me a telepathic message."

"Only one sentence."

Her amber eyes narrowed, and she said solemnly:

"The position of commander must not fall into the hands of outsiders."

Yi Yang pondered the weight of those words.

Among the current top four powerhouses.

Xu Yu, Kong Wu, and Zheng Yan are all from external forces; he is the only one from the Sky Patrol Division.

If he loses tomorrow, both the commander and deputy commander will be taken by the three major sects.

The Sky Patrol Division was essentially handing over its own sword to outsiders.

This is not just about losing face.

The future deployment, resource allocation, and task assignment of the Zhenfu Guard will be subject to interference.

Chief Inspector Lu Quan'an organized this grand celebration with the intention of using it as an opportunity to fish.

As a result, they didn't catch any fish, and instead gave away the position of Zhenfuwei to outsiders.

That would look terrible.

Yi Yang touched his nose and said with a wry smile:

"My lord, I am not certain of victory. Xu Yu's swordsmanship..."

Yan Wuyuan stared at his miserable expression, her amber pupils narrowed slightly, and a smile appeared on her lips that sent chills down Yi Yang's spine.

"You really don't act until you see the benefit."

She flipped her right hand and tossed a thin booklet at her.

Yi Yang reached out and took it, only to find that there were no words on the cover.

"The Chief Inspector asked me to pass this on to you."

Yan Wuyuan's voice echoed in the hall: "He said that this thing can help you improve your strength."

Yi Yang clutched the thin booklet, his mind going blank for a moment.

Chief Inspector Lu Quan'an, the one who sat at the highest point and drank tea all afternoon.

Should I personally deliver the gift to him?

Before he could even process what was happening, he saw the second thing fly over.

A white jade bottle traced an arc in the air. Yi Yang caught it with his left hand, uncorked it, and peeked inside.

Inside were ten pills, gleaming with a pale golden light.

This is a true elixir used for cultivation in the True Qi Realm.

After finishing her business, Yan Wuyuan leaned back in her chair, resuming her languid posture, and said:

"This is a reward for making it to the top four. Also, a private room in Qingxin Pavilion will be reserved for you tonight. Do your best to improve your skills; this is a support from the company."

Yi Yang put the booklet and the jade bottle into his bosom.

With ten true pills and the essence of water and wood from the Jiazi room, the progress of the Yimu Health Preservation Technique can be greatly accelerated overnight.

But he did not take his leave immediately.

Yi Yang took off the burlap bundle from his back, held it horizontally with both hands, and walked forward to place it on the table in front of Yan Wuyuan.

Untie the coarse linen.

A long, jet-black sword was revealed, its patterns subtly flowing in the dim light, as if they were alive.

"Sir, please take a look at this knife for me."

"I obtained it from Wang Gongqin, the deacon of the Nine Evil Sect. Jin Yang Temple also sent two monks to chase after it. Jing Chen's rise to power today is most likely due to it."

"I've used it twice."

"Each time it absorbs a large amount of internal energy, yet its power is far greater than that of an ordinary sharp blade."

"I just can't figure it out."

Yan Wuyuan looked down at the black knife on the table, a curious look in her eyes. She clearly recognized what it was.

She stretched out her right hand, her fingertips touching the blade of the knife with a very light touch, as if she were touching an old antique.

When the fingertip traces the black lines.

The patterns became bright.

A fleeting moment.

Upon seeing this, Yan Wuyuan abruptly withdrew her hand.

She sat up straight.

Yi Yang looked at her face. Two words were written in those amber eyes.

Shock.