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

Three days later, at night.

In the small courtyard behind the Sky Patrol Office, the well water suppressed the summer heat, and the blue bricks were washed white by the moonlight.

Jiang Yuexin and Yang Hui went to bed early.

Yi Yang did not rest. He stood in the courtyard with his hand on the hilt of his knife. The blue bricks under his feet had been trodden with shallow wet marks.

For the past three days, he spent his days going through files in the archives and his nights practicing his swordsmanship in the courtyard.

The final hurdle of the Nine Peaks Blade technique is more agonizing than an old ox pulling a broken cart.

It was just a little bit short, but it kept getting stuck, making people incredibly impatient and requiring time to grind it out.

But Yi Yang wasn't in a hurry. Martial arts training couldn't be rushed. After all, he was a man destined for greatness. There were no barriers or bottlenecks in cultivation; given enough time, he could perfect any technique.

He raised his hand, and under the moonlight, his long sword was drawn.

The blade slid out of its sheath, gleaming coldly white in the moonlight.

Yi Yang stepped forward, lowered his waist and back, kept his shoulders still and his elbows steady, and pushed the knife away from under his ribs.

Thick peak.

This cut wasn't quick.

But when the blade struck out, the night wind in the courtyard was cut off horizontally, and the locust tree leaves, which were originally swaying eastward, were forced to scatter to both sides halfway through.

Before the knife even touched the leaf, the leaf had already moved aside.

Yi Yang's eyelids drooped.

The second cut, a perilous peak.

The blade suddenly veered, changing angle halfway through; one moment it was in the center, the next it had cut in from an angle.

If someone were standing in front of him, he probably wouldn't even have time to figure out which side to block.

The third cut, Ruifeng.

Short, clean, ruthless.

The knife tip pierced through, and a soft sound was heard as the sleeve was cut by the strong wind, leaving a thin ripple on the surface of the well.

The fourth strike, Qifeng.

Yi Yang moved with the blade, his advances and retreats perfectly in accordance with the rules.

Retreating is not about fleeing, but about building up strength.

When they advance, it's not to pounce, it's to take someone's life.

In his hands, the knife lost its flamboyance, retaining only the precision, steadiness, and ruthlessness honed by an old woodcutter over decades of chopping wood.

I practiced it three more times.

Small characters appeared before my eyes.

[Nine Peaks Blade, Minor Mastery: (6000/6000)]

The next line changes accordingly.

[Nine Peaks Blade Mastery: (0/18000)]

Yi Yang sheathed his sword and stood in the courtyard for a while.

My chest didn't pound, and my hands didn't tremble.

The skeleton, with its Qi and Blood at the fourth level of the Bone Forging Realm, can withstand the backlash from this sword technique.

If you force yourself to reach this stage while still in the physical training stage, your muscles will likely suffer first.

"Finally, I got the hang of it."

Yi Yang murmured a sentence.

If Zhao Gang heard this, he would probably curse on the spot.

Having mastered a superior sword technique to a minor degree, one could boast about it for half a lifetime among the many patrol captains of the Sky Patrol Division.

In Yi Yang's mouth, all that remained was convenience.

Yi Yang went back to his room and took out the old booklet of "Yi Mu Health Preservation Exercise".

The booklet's edges were frayed from being turned over so many times, and the pages were stained with sweat and had a grassy smell from the medicinal bath.

He sat down under the locust tree and read the pages one by one.

In the past, when I looked at this exercise, I only looked at the posture, how to move qi and blood, and how to nourish the skin, muscles and bones.

Now that the Nine Peaks Knife technique has reached a certain level of mastery, looking back, it tastes different.

The Yi Wood Health Preservation Exercise emphasizes nourishment.

The Nine Peaks Saber is all about killing.

One cultivates his vital energy and blood inch by inch, while the other instantly injects his vital energy and blood into the knife.

They appear to be two different paths, but they are fundamentally the same.

A strong body, abundant energy, and a steady mind.

Without physical strength, a sword is just an empty weapon.

Without vital energy and blood, moves are just fancy tricks.

Without a clear plan, one's mind will become confused when facing the enemy, and what one holds in their hand is not a knife, but a burial offering prepared for others.

Yi Yang turned to the second half of the Yi Mu Health Preservation Exercise.

There was a sentence written on it.

"Trees are born from the soil, flourish in the air, and thrive in storage."

Yi Yang's fingers stopped.

I used to think that this was just someone pretending to be profound when writing about martial arts techniques.

Looking at it now, that might not be the case.

The Yi Wood Health Preservation Exercise is not just about strengthening the external body.

It nourishes the life force deep within the body.

However, this technique has a limited range of grades, so it ends here, and the rest depends entirely on the practitioner's own understanding.

Yi Yang placed the booklet on his lap and began practicing the "Five Internal Organs Refining Strength" technique.

This exercise is much harder to master than the Yi Mu Health Preservation Exercise.

It neither flatters nor fawns over people.

They immediately started by operating on the five internal organs: the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys.

The five points trembled simultaneously; the slightest mistake could result in anything from vomiting blood to having to hold a banquet for oneself that very day.

Yi Yang closed his eyes.

Qi and blood enter the body.

Five internal organs in the chest and abdomen felt heat in turn.

It's not heat on the skin, but heat that arises from the deepest part of the body, crawls around the bone marrow, and spreads to every part of the body.

Boom, boom, boom.

The body's rhythms gradually came together.

A faint jade-like color appeared between his internal organs.

That is not something that can be seen from the outside, but rather the inner essence that can only be perceived through introspection.

The heart pulse is stronger, the lungs are more open, the liver blood is more abundant, the spleen is thicker, and the kidney water is more stable.

When the five elements combine, they produce a few extremely fine strands of life essence.

They travel up the flesh and blood, over the spine, into the skull, and down to the hair roots.

Yi Yang suddenly felt an itch on his scalp.

It's not that I feel unwell.

It's that itchy feeling when withered grass sprouts new shoots from the soil in spring.

Fifteen minutes later, the internal organs calmed down.

Yi Yang opened his eyes, and small characters appeared before him.

[Internal Strength Cultivation of the Five Organs: Minor Success (0/15000)]

He didn't rush to check the progress; instead, he seemed to sense a change within himself.

He picked up the copper basin by the well, scooped up a full basin of water, and looked into it.

The water rippled, reflecting an old face.

The wrinkles are still there, the white hair is still there, but there are a few strands of black hair at the ends.

The black color didn't spread upwards, so the hair still looked white.

But the image of withered trees coming back to life is truly real.

Yi Yang stared at the water for a long time before finally cursing.

"This technique is a bit outrageous."

Ordinary martial artists rely on meat, medicinal powders, and the blood and flesh of exotic beasts for nourishment.

It is ingested and refined into qi and blood.

The internal cultivation of the five internal organs can be different.

It absorbs the essence of heaven and earth, first entering the five internal organs, and then nourishing the body from the five internal organs.

This is equivalent to opening another channel for the body to improve, and this way of nourishing the body is free from erysipelas and impurities.

Yi Yang suddenly understood why the county magistrate was keeping such a close watch.

If the "Five Internal Organs Refining Strength" were to spread, not only the county magistrate, but also all the powerful families and gangs in Yunlin County would be envious.

It is not just an internal cultivation method.

It allows people to touch the edge of "qi" in advance.

Yi Yang unfolded the Yi Mu Health Preservation Exercise again and compared it with the internal energy cultivation of the five internal organs he had just practiced.

The nourishment of Yi Wood is not in the skin and flesh.

Life is in the air.

Wood energy resides in the five internal organs, travels through the blood, and is supported by the bones.

The cultivation of Qi and Blood focuses on the body, but the body is also divided into internal and external.

The external body consists of skin, flesh, tendons, and bones; the internal body consists of organs, viscera, and essence.

Those with strong physical bodies can withstand all kinds of arduous training and trials.

Those with strong internal energy can live longer and go further.

Only when both internal and external efforts are aligned can true stability be achieved.

The more Yi Yang looked at it, the more interesting it became.

He stood again according to the "Yi Wood Longevity Stake" frame in the book.

This stop is different from the past.

As the breath subsided, the leaves of the locust tree in the courtyard trembled slightly.

A very faint bluish hue rose in the air.

It is not well-formed.

I can't touch it.

But Yi Yang sensed it.

That was an extremely ethereal wisp of pure Yi wood energy.

It's both far away and close at hand.

It hangs on the edge of perception, like looking at a mountain through a veil; the mountain is still shrouded in mist, but its outline has already begun to emerge.

Yi Yang tightened his grip.

This thing should only be accessible to experts at the peak of the Inner Qi Realm or higher. According to Yi Yang's knowledge from ancient texts, the Inner Qi Realm is the stage for perceiving the existence of "Qi." However, Yi Yang, with his current strength at the fourth level of the Qi and Blood Realm, can already perceive "Qi," putting him a whole major realm ahead.

The young masters of prestigious sects often only dare to say that they have glimpsed the threshold of Qi when they are in the late stage of the sixth level of Qi and Blood, or even when they are about to complete the Marrow Cleansing and Blood Transformation.

And what about him?

Qi and blood are in four stages.

Bone Forging Realm.

We have already caught a glimpse of the pure Qi of Yi Wood.

"County Commandant, oh County Commandant."

Yi Yang uttered a few words softly.

"I'll accept your generous gift."

If this skill were to fall into the hands of the county magistrate and he were allowed to practice it peacefully for a few years, who knows, the Yunlin County government might actually have another wolf in sheep's clothing.

Yi Yang flexed his wrists.

The joints made a series of subtle cracking sounds, indicating that the skeleton had reached the Bone Forging Realm, the Nine Peaks Blade had been partially mastered, and the internal energy cultivation of the five internal organs had been initiated.

If he were to encounter an ordinary Qi and Blood Fifth Level Refining Realm cultivator now, he might not be able to win decisively.

But after a few moves, they would find an opportunity to cut off flesh, or even exchange lives for killing.

You can try it.

Of course, it's best not to try if you can avoid it.

The old man has survived to this day not because he's stubborn, but because he avoids pitfalls and runs away from trouble.

Yi Yang put the sheepskin scroll into his inner pocket and wrapped it in three layers of oilcloth.

This thing must not be shown.

Not a breath of wind can get through.

The Sky Patrol Division cannot speak, nor can Zhao Gang.

Jiang Yuexin and Yang Hui couldn't reveal this either, since even the slightest hint could lead to their execution.

Many misfortunes in the world are not caused by the inhumanity of others, but by you serving meat to the wolf and then asking it if it eats vegetables.

Yi Yang sat down again, picked up the teacup, and took a sip of the cool tea.

The tea was so bitter it made his tongue numb, but he felt comfortable.

Everyone says that the Grandmaster was a prodigy in his youth, and that he reached the threshold of "Qi" when he was in his teens and his internal energy was fully developed. When he was twenty, he was pursuing the true "Qi".

Yi Yang put himself in the box and compared himself to the box, and suddenly felt that this matter was very subtle.

He could perceive Qi even faster; after less than half a year of cultivation, he could already see the "threshold of Qi".

But he also knew that it wasn't because his talent truly surpassed that of all the other geniuses in the world.

Those from prestigious sects also possess internal cultivation methods, some even more advanced.

However, this kind of technique requires too much natural talent and is too demanding on one's physical constitution.

When they reach the basics of internal cultivation, their cultivation level has already been boosted to perfection by precious medicines, exotic beast meat, and guidance from renowned masters.

The barriers of Qi and Blood make those who are born with a disadvantage inherent in this condition.

Yi Yang was different; he was an old woodcutter who only started to have extraordinary abilities at the age of sixty.

Without the spirit of "an old horse in its stall still aspires to gallop a thousand miles," which multiplied each period of arduous training sixtyfold, he would never have been able to forcefully push the internal energy cultivation of the five internal organs into the fourth level of Qi and blood.

Yi Yang put down his teacup and looked up at the night outside the courtyard wall.

In the direction of the inner courtyard of the Sky Patrol Office, a watchman was striking a clapper.

After the gong sounded, the wind blew in from the alley entrance, carrying the lingering fragrance of the town's restaurants and a hint of the herbal scent of the medicine shop.

Yi Yang touched the few strands of black hair at the ends and suddenly laughed and scolded.

"Rejuvenating at sixty."

"If word gets out, I'm afraid every official in the county will be coming to me to borrow my shampoo."