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

As Yang Hui spoke, she grew increasingly agitated, wiping her hands on her apron twice, her fingers glistening with sweat.

She glanced at Jiang Yuexin's small house, her voice low, but she couldn't suppress her urgency.

"Uncle Yi, this matter cannot be delayed."

"That scoundrel Sun Mazi, if he dares to block Yuexin today, he'll dare to sneak up to your yard wall tomorrow. Don't be fooled by his usual smugness; when he really gets malicious, he's like a snake burrowing into the grass—no one can stop him."

Yi Yang held the tattered fan in front of his chest. The courtyard was stiflingly hot, the old locust tree leaves were curled at the edges, and the cicadas' chirping made one's head throb.

"And he's very likely backed by that scumbag Yang Er."

She gritted her teeth, and beads of sweat dripped from her chin onto her clothes.

"That Yang Er, who in the village doesn't curse him? But what's the use of cursing? He has an older brother who works in the county, so he's very powerful. He's always stealing people's chickens or firewood, and if he sees something of value in someone's house, he'll show up at their door every few days."

At this point, Yang Hui's eyes reddened.

She herself was a widow, and she knew better than anyone how many idle men had glared at her over the years.

That kind of disgusting feeling can't be cured simply by washing your hands after getting mud on them.

Yang Hui raised a hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear and said in a low voice, "Uncle Yi, why don't you... go to town to find your brother?"

A hot breeze swept through the courtyard, causing the straw curtains under the eaves to sway a few times.

Yi Yang didn't answer Yang Hui's question, as if he had fallen asleep under the midday sun.

Seeing that Yi Yang didn't react, Yang Hui became anxious. She treated Jiang Yuexin like her own daughter.

"I know this is hard to hear, but it's a matter of life and death."

"Your brother's family has been doing better and better these past few years. I heard that his son also practices martial arts, and his grandson has good aptitude; he's not satisfied with the small martial arts schools in town and wants to learn martial arts in the county."

"The Yi family is quite well-off in Yunwen Town now. Even if Yang Er is arrogant, he'll have to think twice. Yuexin is also a member of the Yi family by seniority. If you go and speak up for them, they can't just ignore you completely, can they?"

When she said the last sentence, Yang Hui herself was not confident, and she also knew about the relationship between Yi Yang and her younger brother.

But Yang Hui was at her wits' end. Looking at Yi Yang's white hair, she felt a tightness in her chest.

An old woodcutter nearing sixty, with only a pretty young girl by his side. What can he do when he encounters scoundrels like Sun Mazi and Yang Er?

It's rare to have a powerful younger brother who can come up with a solution in these crises.

"Uncle Yi, please don't find my words harsh."

Yang Hui's voice was a little hoarse. "What is face? Can face be used as a weapon? Can it scare away Sun Mazi? If something happens to Yuexin, we'll have nowhere to cry."

Yi Yang ran his fingers along the fan handle, which was old and had been worn smooth by his years of holding it.

"I-Cruise, huh?"

When Yi Yang pronounced the name, his tone was almost flat.

But Yang Hui felt that the tone of those three words was off.

Just as she was about to try to persuade her again, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Jiang Yuexin rushed out.

The little girl's eyes were red-rimmed, her hair clung to her forehead, and her old light blue dress was still stained with wet mud from the ditch. She clutched the hem of the dress with both hands, her slender white fingers marked by the fabric.

"Need not!"

This shout startled Yang Hui, making her shoulders tremble.

Jiang Yuexin stood at the door, her chest heaving, tears welling up in her eyes, but she stubbornly held them back.

"Aunt Yang, there's no need to look for the Yi family in town."

"I'll figure out my own way to handle my own affairs."

Yang Hui was stunned.

Her lips moved, but it took her a long time to manage to utter a word.

"You silly girl, what plan are you thinking of? Biting Sun Mazi with your teeth? You kicked him today, and if he brings his men back, are you going to kick Yang Er into the ditch too?"

Jiang Yuexin bit her lip.

"Then there's no need to beg them."

"You silly child..."

Yang Hui was both angry and heartbroken. She raised her hand to poke her forehead, but halfway there she couldn't bear to, so she could only pat her own thigh instead.

"I'm doing this for your own good! Do you think your aunt wants your grandfather to bow down? But bowing down is better than being bullied!"

Jiang Yuexin's tears finally fell, but she didn't cry out loud.

She looked at Yi Yang, her eyes filled with panic and stubbornness.

"Grandpa, let's not go, okay?"

"Don't beg them."

These few words were spoken very softly, yet they made Yang Hui's face burn.

She didn't mean any harm, but her words touched on someone's old wounds, and she pressed on them hard.

Yi Yang put the broken fan aside and slowly stood up.

The old man's back was already somewhat hunched, and his knees creaked a few times when he stood up, but the thing pressing down in his cloudy eyes made the summer heat in the yard subside by half an inch.

"Yang Hui".

"Why."

Yang Hui subconsciously responded.

Yi Yang said, "You go back first."

Yang Hui said anxiously, "Uncle Yi, I..."

"go back."

Yi Yang's tone was low, yet it made it impossible for anyone to interrupt him.

Yang Hui glanced at Jiang Yuexin, then at Yi Yang, and finally stomped her foot angrily.

"Okay, I'll go back."

She walked to the courtyard gate, then turned back and scolded, "Yuexin, you better listen to me! Don't take everything on yourself. How old are you? You're not even fifteen yet, what are you pretending to be, some seasoned veteran? Do you really think you're some kind of female knight-errant from a storybook?"

Jiang Yuexin lowered her head and didn't dare to say a word.

Yang Hui then turned to Yi Yang and said, "Uncle Yi, I'll come over tonight. The door bolt is securely fastened, and the machete is by the bed. These scoundrels in the village are truly inhuman."

After saying that, the woman left in a hurry.

She closed the courtyard gate, and the wooden door creaked and swayed for a long time.

Only Yi Yang and Jiang Yuexin remained in the courtyard.

Jiang Yuexin stood there, tears falling onto her skirt, leaving small damp stains.

Yi Yang didn't scold her, nor did he ask her why she was eavesdropping.

The old man simply bent down, picked up the rough porcelain bowl, poured in half a bowl of warm water, and handed it over.

"Drink up, you must be thirsty after running so fast."

Jiang Yuexin took the bowl and drank the water.

"Tell me. What happened?"