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

At the kitchen door, Jiang Yuexin could no longer hold back. She was still clutching the small knife for cutting wild vegetables, the tip pointing downwards, her hand taut from the force.

She rushed in front of Yi Yang and shielded the old man behind her.

"I'm willing to wear my old dress!"

These words, spoken crisply and tremblingly, stunned everyone in the room.

Jiang Yuexin gritted her teeth, tears clinging to her eyelashes, stubbornly refusing to fall.

"Whether Grandpa is good to me or not is none of your business!"

She turned to Yi Xun, her small body taut and straight, her thin shoulders so delicate it was heartbreaking, yet she stood firm.

"My grandmother told me everything before she passed away."

"Your family seized the shop, the money, and the connections, while my grandfather only got a few acres of barren land and three dilapidated houses. He didn't fight for a single penny."

"Now look what's happened. They haven't come for decades, and the first thing they do is sell my grandfather's house and his fields."

"Are you relatives, or are you here to ransack our property?"

Several villagers eavesdropping outside the house almost stuck their necks through the window cracks.

That's incredibly bold of me.

Sanmu Village has been bullied by Yang Er for years and is so afraid that their legs go weak when they see respectable people from the town.

But Jiang Yuexin, who usually greets people sweetly as "auntie" or "uncle," was like a spark from a stove today, so hot that no one dared to touch her.

The patrolman was so angry he felt a tightness in his skin.

He glared at Jiang Yuexin. "What do you know, you junior? Who gives you the right to interrupt when adults are speaking?"

Yi Zhanzhi also frowned.

He looked at the little girl whose clothes were faded from washing, and his tone became dismissive.

"Sister Yuexin, the adults are discussing important family matters. You are too young to understand the choices involved."

"What don't I understand?"

Jiang Yuexin raised her face, her eyes frighteningly red.

"Don't you understand the importance of using other people's blood to fuel your own future?"

After hearing this, Yi Zhanzhi's arrogance finally crumbled.

He was praised from childhood to adulthood.

Gifted and with excellent physique, he is a prodigy in the Yi family.

At home, the elders hold it.

At the martial arts school, peers give way to each other.

When he went to Lei Yun Martial Arts School in the county town, even the school master was willing to take him as his last disciple.

He had never been talked back to like that by a village girl before.

And it happened in front of the housekeeper, the grandfather, and the villagers watching.

Losing face.

That's so embarrassing.

Yi Zhanzhi's cheeks flushed, his right hand rested on the hilt of his knife, and he was about to speak when his gaze lingered on Jiang Yuexin's face.

She was so angry that her cheeks turned red, her nose turned red, her eyelashes were wet, and her lips had been bitten with shallow marks.

The light blue old dress was washed until it was almost white, and there was still some kitchen ash on the hem, but her face was so clean.

Its cleanliness was completely out of place in this dilapidated house.

A different meaning flashed across Yi Zhanzhi's eyes.

It was so fast that even he couldn't catch it.

But Yi Yang caught him.

The old woodcutter stood behind, his cloudy old eyes narrowing.

He spun the tattered fan in his palm halfway around.

The fan handle was old and shiny, with its edges worn smooth.

There was no sound after this turn.

If anyone familiar with Yiyang were present, they would know that the old man had already put the bill on his tab.

Yi Yang raised his hand and pressed down on Jiang Yuexin's shoulder.

"Alright, go back to the kitchen."

Jiang Yuexin refused to move.

"grandfather……"

"obedient."

Yi Yang lowered his head and spoke very softly, just enough for her to hear.

"Grandpa can handle it."

Jiang Yuexin looked up at him. The old man's face still had that tired look of a country bumpkin, with deep wrinkles, a white beard, and an old short jacket, but the hand on her shoulder was very strong.

Jiang Yuexin bit her lip and took two steps back. When she reached the kitchen door, she looked back one last time.

Yi Yangchong nodded to her.

The little girl then turned and went inside, placing her hands on the edge of the stove, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Inside the house, Yi Xun exhaled the fire in his chest and suppressed his tone. After all, he had been in the town for so many years and knew that forcing things would easily ruin things.

Merchants are masters of changing their tune; one moment they're furious at being provoked, the next they're acting like brothers discussing family matters.

"Brother, let me speak frankly."

"Of the five hundred taels, you only need to pay eighty taels."

"The yard and the fields combined are only about this many."

"You moved to town, and once you get through this period, your younger brother will give you pocket money every month. Zhanzhi has become successful, and you, his great-grandfather, are proud of him."

Yi Xun paused for a moment, then pushed the teacup forward a little, making a gesture that was quite appropriate.

"Brother, you're almost sixty."

"If Yuexin were to collapse on the mountain while all alone in the village, who would take care of her?"

"His younger brother is still family. Once they get to town, Yuexin will have someone to take care of her."

The words were spoken warmly, and sounded like expressions of concern.

But Yi Yang had lived for sixty years and had long since seen through his younger brother's character.

This statement has only one meaning when translated.

You're old, you can't protect it anymore, so you should hand over the land and people.

"Iraq Tour"

Yi Yang called her younger brother by his full name for the first time.

Upon hearing his name, Izuru's brow twitched. "Big brother?"

Do you remember the day I had my bone structure tested when I was sixteen?

Yi Xun didn't understand why he brought this up, and his expression stiffened.

Yi Yang said slowly, "The instructor said I have no destiny in martial arts."

"After you got home, you were laughing at the dinner table for a long time."

The room became much quieter. Yi Zhanzhi looked at his grandfather, and Yi Xun tightened his grip on the walnut. That matter was true.

Sixteen-year-old Yi Xun was feeling quite proud, having just been found to be in good physical condition after a test. After all, he had surpassed his older brother, who was praised by the neighbors for his intelligence, in one thing for the first time.

The pride of youth is most damaging because they don't know how to control it.

I don't want to accept it either.

Yi Yang continued, "At the time, I thought you were happy because you had found a way out."

"I only understood later."

"You're happy because from that day on, I no longer have to share anything in the house—money, medicine, meat, and my parents' favoritism."

Yi Xun's Adam's apple bobbed as he said with difficulty, "Brother, what's the point of bringing up something from decades ago?"

"interesting."

Yi Yang looked at him, her tone calm and unhurried.

"If you can't even mention what's taken from you in this life, then it's meaningless."

"My parents told me to let you have it back then."

"I gave in when we separated from the family at twenty-five."

You take the shops, connections, and money from town; I'll give you this dilapidated courtyard and a few acres of barren land.

"For the next few decades, you lived a respectable life in town, while I chopped firewood in the mountains."

"I didn't cause a scene at your door, I didn't cry out for justice in front of your shop, and I didn't curse you at my parents' graves."

Yi Yang paused, closed the fan, and placed it on his lap.

"You're here now, not to discuss."

"You've come to take away the last thing my parents gave me."

"Just like back then."

Yi Xun's face turned pale and then red; having his past grievances brought up in front of him was not a pleasant experience.

Especially in front of his grandson.

The story he tells the younger generation about the rise of the Yi family is that he himself was resourceful, hardworking, and willing to fight, which is how he brought his family to prominence.

As for the eldest brother? He was simply dismissed with the word "good-for-nothing."

Now that Yi Yang has torn away that facade, revealing the dirty secrets of how meat and soup were divided back then, Yi Xun's inner turmoil begins to surface.

Yi Zhanzhi couldn't hold back any longer.

He felt that this old man was too unreasonable.

They won't accept money, they won't accept accommodation in town, and they won't even accept it if offered face in the future.

Guarding three dilapidated houses like guarding a palace—this isn't just being stubborn; it's like having your brain ruined by the smoke of firewood.

He stepped forward, the new knife at his waist swaying with the movement.

"Grandpa."

The young man was full of energy, his cheeks flushed. "Since we've come this far, I won't beat around the bush anymore."

"For your courtyard and fields, eighty taels is already a generous offer."

"In the town's land deed exchange, land in a place like Sanmu Village wouldn't even fetch fifty taels."

"It's only because Grandpa had connections with those officials that it could sell for such a price."

"If it were someone else..."

He didn't say the rest, but everyone in the room understood.

Upon hearing this, Yi Yang stood up, his movements slow, yet his appearance was strikingly similar to that of his elder brother in Yi Xun's memory when he was young.

Yi Yang looked at his younger brother Yi Xun and said, word by word, "The land will not be sold."

"The house is not for sale, and the people are not moving."

His gaze fell on the boy's hand resting on the knife. "Zhanzhi, if you want to become my apprentice, I won't stop you."

"That's your path, but you go your way and don't step on my ground."

"Three dilapidated houses and a few acres of barren land are the only things left in my sixty years in Yiyang."

"I won't give it to anyone who comes to take it."

Outside, several villagers listened with trepidation.

Someone muttered quietly, "Old man Yi is really hard today."

The person next to him quickly covered his mouth. "Say less, the Yi family in town is not someone we can mess with."

"What nonsense! Didn't you hear? They're about to sell the old man's house."

"Even brothers are like this. Sigh, these days, money is hotter than blood."

Yi Xun stood up with a livid face. He had thought that a poor old woodcutter would bow his head when he saw the life in town, his monthly allowance, and his grandson's promising future.

But Yi Yang didn't, and instead said things that left him speechless.

"Brother, you'd better watch yourself."

Yi Xun turned and walked out, and Liu Fu quickly followed with his head down, not daring to touch the teacup again.

Yi Zhanzhi lagged behind, standing at the doorway and glancing at the dilapidated house.

An old table, a broken stool, a chipped teacup, and a few bundles of firewood hanging in the corner.

"Grandpa."

Yi Zhanzhi's face was cold, and his tone was very casual.

"In this world, might makes right."

"With this little bit of wealth, can you hold onto it for today, and for tomorrow?"

Yi Yang didn't answer; he just stood at the door, watching Yi Zhanzhi walk out of the courtyard.

Yi Xun got into the carriage, and Yi Zhanzhi followed suit.

Liu Fu tightened the reins, and the wheels rolled over the dirt road, raising dust that blinded several villagers who were watching the commotion.

The carriage drove away.

The people at the village entrance quickly dispersed, saying they were going home to cook, but their feet lingered on the ground.

Everyone knows that Old Man Yi has really offended the Yi family in town today.

A poor old man stood up to a wealthy town resident who had a martial arts master as his grandson.

It's satisfying to hear.

But what happens after the initial pleasure?

Jiang Yuexin came out of the kitchen with her eyes still red.

She walked to Yi Yang's side and whispered, "Grandpa, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have rushed out just now."

Yi Yang picked up the broken fan on the table and gently tapped her on the head.

"What if we don't rush out and get suffocated?"

Jiang Yuexin sniffed.

"But will they come again?"

"meeting."

Yi Yang answered decisively, leaving Jiang Yuexin stunned.

Yi Yang watched the direction the carriage had left, his old face regaining its expression.

"People like that, if they go home empty-handed, they'll complain that their pillows are too uncomfortable to sleep on."

"What should we do then?"

"Have a meal."

"what?"

Yi Yang turned and walked towards the kitchen. "If we don't cook the wild vegetables soon, they'll get too old."

Jiang Yuexin was stunned for a long time, almost laughing out of anger. "Grandpa, what time is it? You're still thinking about wild vegetables."

Yi Yang stood with his hands behind his back, his voice slow and deliberate. "Even if the sky falls, you have to eat your fill first."

"We'll see."

The old man stopped at the threshold. "If you want to take anything from me, Yi Yang, you'd better think twice."

The line of small print, visible only to him, appeared before his eyes.

【Yi Wood Health Preservation Exercise Level 3: (4200/6000)】

As the old man stared at the progress bar, something burned quietly deep within his eyes.