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

When Yi Yang came out of the main hall of Youquan Division, the sky was already approaching dusk.

He didn't rush back to the courtyard, nor did he go to the Zhenfuwei camp.

Instead, they strolled leisurely down the street.

He was already planning what would happen at Qingfeng Ridge three days from now.

Shanruo Temple, underground altar, the incense master in the late stage of Zhengang.

This matter is too big for him to handle alone; he must rely on the influence of Yan Wuyuan and the Sky Patrol Division.

But how to borrow it is a skill.

Yan Wuyuan has already informed them that she will lead the elite troops of Youquan Division to block the outer perimeter and prevent anyone from escaping through the underground passages.

And he, Yiyang, needs to lead the Zhenfu Guard in a frontal assault.

The Zhenfu Guard is the sharpest blade of the Patrol Division. All sixty of them are martial artists at the Inner Qi Realm, and Ning Xiong is an even more formidable figure at the early True Qi Realm stage.

If used properly, this force can be a very powerful force.

The problem is, this knife doesn't completely obey him yet.

Ning Xiong, that stubborn donkey, obeys reason and loyalty, not a token of loyalty.

He gave the order directly: "Follow me to Qingfeng Ridge for the operation in three days."

The first thing Ning Xiong would ask is: Who did you kill? Why did you kill them? Is it related to Ding Xiang's case?

Ning Xiong has a deep relationship with the Zhenfu Guard. If he can't answer a question, it will be difficult to lead the team.

Yi Yang walked up to a wonton stall and ordered a bowl without scallions.

He sat on the chipped stool, watching the flow of people on the street and pondering in his mind.

We need to find a way to mobilize the Zhenfu Guards without letting word of Shanruo Temple leak out.

After finishing a bowl of wontons, Yi Yang made up his mind.

He paid the money, turned around, and headed straight for the Zhenfuwei camp in the west of the city.

……

At the entrance to the camp.

Upon seeing the commander's token at Yi Yang's waist, the two black-armored guards didn't waste any words, clasped their hands in salute, and stepped aside to make way.

As Yi Yang walked through the empty front yard, the sounds of drills from the training ground could already be heard.

"kill!"

"Ha!"

Amidst the unified shouts, the twelve garrison guards formed a battle formation, their spears flashing like a forest.

Ning Xiong stood shirtless at the center of the formation, wielding an iron spear with ferocious skill.

As the spear formation activated, the inner energy of the twelve men was connected by the iron spear in his hand, merging into one, and their attacks continued unabated.

Yi Yang stood on the sidelines for a moment.

This formation was even more advanced than when he last saw it. The twelve people moved in and out with perfect control, and their internal energy flowed smoothly with almost no obstruction.

Ning Xiong is indeed a master at training troops.

After the first round of drills ended, Ning Xiong put away his gun and looked up to see Yi Yang.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, slammed the iron spear into the ground, and the stone slabs on the ground shook.

Yi Yang walked up to him, used his true energy to seal off the surroundings to prevent the news from leaking out, and said without beating around the bush:

"Three days later, at midnight, you will lead your men to assemble in the camp."

"There is an urgent mission."

Hearing this, Ning Xiong's brows furrowed, his tiger-like eyes fixed on Yi Yang, and he pressed, "What mission? Where to? Who is the target?"

Yi Yang shook his head and did not reveal his goal for three days later:

You'll find out then.

After saying that, he didn't explain further and turned to walk towards his barracks.

Ning Xiong stood there, watching Yi Yang's back, his fingers tightening around the gun barrel.

"You'll find out then?"

He let out a loud snort.

What's the difference between saying that and dismissing a three-year-old?

He recalled how Yi Yang had promised to investigate Ding Xiang's case to his face.

At the time, he actually believed it to some extent.

But what is this now?

They were evasive and vague in their explanation.

The more Ning Xiong thought about it, the angrier he became.

He felt that Yi Yang didn't take Ding Xiang's death seriously at all, and was just using the pretext of investigating the case to win over the hearts of the Zhenfu Guard.

"Oh shit."

Ning cursed under his breath, shouldered his iron spear, and strode back to his barracks.

"Bang!"

He slammed the iron spear heavily onto the ground, the butt of the spear striking the floor and cracking a thin fissure.

He walked to the wall and looked at a fragment of a black iron token hanging on it.

The edges of the fragment still bore dried, blackened bloodstains; it was Ding Xiang's personal belongings.

Ning Xiong stared at the fragment, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Big brother, you watch."

"If he dares to use your matter as a pretext and do a sloppy job... he won't be able to hold onto his position as commander."

……

When Yi Yang returned to the small courtyard that had been allocated to him in the prefectural city, the last rays of sunset had faded away.

He pushed open the courtyard gate, and a familiar scent of herbs mingled with a faint smell of sweat wafted over.

In the center of the courtyard, Jiang Yuexin was standing in a standing meditation posture with her eyes closed.

The girl was dressed in a neat short shirt, and her figure was much slimmer than it had been six months ago. There was a faint aura around her that circulated with her breath, forming very faint vortices under her skin.

The aura was more than twice as solid as when they last met.

Yi Yang remained silent, standing quietly at the doorway watching.

Jiang Yuexin only opened her eyes after she finished a round of standing meditation and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

"grandfather!"

When she saw Yi Yang, her face first lit up with surprise, then she lowered her head a little shyly.

Yi Yang walked over, reached out and placed his hand on her wrist, and a wisp of Yi Wood True Qi probed into it.

The girl's meridians were mostly open, and her true energy was abundant. She was just one step away from the sixth level of Qi and Blood Cleansing and Blood Transformation.

"good."

Yi Yang felt both gratified and moved.

With the "Mysterious Heaven Dao Heart Book" given to her by Yan Wuyuan, coupled with this girl's martial arts aptitude, she's practically cultivating at a rocket speed.

If he had had the means back then, would he have needed to chop firewood in Sanmu Village for sixty years?

"Lord Yan said that once you break through to the sixth level, he will take you to the Beast Ridge Mountains for training."

Yi Yang withdrew his hand, his voice carrying a hint of encouragement.

"So don't slack off these next few days, just keep pushing through."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuexin blushed slightly and nodded vigorously.

"Grandpa, I will definitely become stronger."

She looked up, her clear black and white eyes shining.

"From now on, it's my turn to protect you."

Yi Yang smiled and shook his head without saying anything, but simply reached out and ruffled her hair.

He understood what the little girl was thinking.

But the world is a far more murky place than she imagined.

He turned and went into his room, closing the door behind him.

He pulled out the book "Martial Arts Dragon Elephant Body" from his pocket.

Three days is enough.

He wanted to master this body-refining technique before he made a move.

……

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Yi Yang sat cross-legged in the room with his eyes closed.

Within his body, the azure-green True Qi of the Wood element washed over his muscles and bones again and again, following the methods of the "Martial Extreme Dragon Elephant Body".

With each rotation, the bones emitted a series of fine cracking sounds as they were compressed, and the muscle fibers were torn apart by the powerful Qi, only to be rapidly reassembled under the nourishment of the Wood Qi.

On the skin's surface, layers of thick, dark red impurities seeped out, only to be shaken off by the protective energy.

The numbers on the panel jumped steadily.

【Martial Arts Dragon Elephant Body (Beginner) (19680/20000)】

【Martial Arts Dragon Elephant Body (Beginner) (19740/20000)】

……

On the morning of the third day.

When the last wisp of Yi Wood True Qi completes its cycle and returns to the Qi Sea.

【Martial Arts Dragon Elephant Body (Beginner) (20000/20000)】

The numbers on the panel are fixed and then change.

【Martial Arts Dragon Elephant Body (Minor Success) (60/80000)】

I've successfully gotten started.

Yi Yang opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

He could clearly feel the changes in his body.

The density of bones increased dramatically, the toughness of fascia more than doubled, and the skin surface seemed to be covered with an invisible, incredibly tough membrane.

He clenched his fist.

"Bang!"

The air in his palm was instantly compressed, producing a low, explosive sound.

His pure physical strength is at least 30% stronger than it was three days ago.

Yi Yang got up, stretched his muscles and bones, and all his joints made a series of crisp sounds.

He walked to the bronze mirror in the corner of the room.

The person in the mirror hadn't changed much; he still looked like a skinny old man.

Upon closer inspection, the subcutaneous muscle lines become incredibly firm, and the skin has a faint bronze sheen, which is especially noticeable in the morning light.

"Mid-stage True Qi Realm, paired with the beginner-level 'Martial Extreme Dragon Elephant Body'..."

Yi Yang was making plans in his mind.

Now, if he were to face the late-stage True Qi Master of Shanruo Temple, even without using Xuan Yuan, he could withstand several moves by simply relying on his physical body.

He pushed open the door.

In the courtyard, Jiang Yuexin was drawing water from the well to prepare breakfast.

The girl was stunned when she saw Yi Yang come out.

She felt that although her grandfather was standing there, he was like a silent mountain, his aura more solid and profound than three days ago, and even his posture exuded an indescribable oppression.

Yi Yang ate a quick breakfast, changed into the uniform of the Zhenfu Guard Commander, and carried Hu Xiao and Xuan Yuan, who was wrapped in burlap, one in front of the other.

"Stay in the hospital for the next few days and don't go anywhere."

He gave Jiang Yuexin a word of advice, then strode away from the courtyard and headed straight for the Zhenfuwei camp.

……

It's almost midnight.

The night was as dark as spilled ink.

When Yi Yang arrived at the Zhenfuwei camp, the entire camp was dark except for the torches used for night patrols.

Instead of going to the drill ground, he went directly to the council chamber, which was usually locked up deep inside the camp.

Outside the hall, two Zhenfu guards stood watch with knives.

Yi Yang pushed open the door, and inside, several windproof oil lamps were lit, casting a dim yellow light.

He walked to the head seat and sat down. His voice was not loud, but it carried clearly to the door.

"Pass on the order."

"All patrol commanders and squad leaders, assemble in the council chamber immediately."

The guard outside the door received the order, and his footsteps quickly faded into the distance.

Less than fifteen minutes.

The doors to the council chamber were pushed open one after another.

The first to arrive was Xu Min, the squad leader of the Zhenfu Guard who had escorted Yi Yang back to the mansion. After entering the room, he bowed to Yi Yang without saying a word and stood at the head of the left-hand queue.

Then, four or five more squad leaders arrived and took their places, and the atmosphere in the hall began to become somewhat solemn.

Finally, Ning Xiong walked in with a stern face.

The deputy commander's expression was not good. After entering the room, he didn't even look at Yi Yang in the main seat, but went straight to the front of the right-hand queue.

His attitude caused several other squad leaders in the hall who were on good terms with him to also put on a stern face.

Yi Yang took in everyone's expressions and waited until everyone had arrived before slowly speaking.

"Half an hour later, everyone should bring their most elite brothers and assemble at the camp gate."

"There is an urgent mission."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Ning Xiong's dark face.

"We'll discuss the details once we're out of the city."

As soon as he finished speaking, a suppressed murmur filled the hall.

Ning Xiong frowned and took half a step forward, seemingly about to question him.