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

The competition for the Jin Yang Temple quota began in the afternoon when the sun was at its strongest.

The top six contestants under the age of forty will be selected to participate in the Jin Yang Temple assessment.

First, Qin Ju. Deputy Director of Cangyun Pavilion, with Qi and Blood at the fourth level of perfection, wielding the Stone-Shattering Spear.

Second, Wang Qiongyu. A direct descendant of the Wang family in the inner city, with the fourth level of Qi and Blood perfected. He carries a sword, has a refined appearance, and is in his early thirties. Standing in a crowd, he looks like a schoolteacher, but Yi Yang's five senses tell him that this person's Qi and Blood circulation frequency is extremely high, and his cultivation level is not low.

Third, Tang Ji. Deputy Chief Inspector of the Yunlin County Sky Patrol Division, with the fourth level of Qi and Blood Perfection, at the age of thirty-eight, he is the only one of the six wearing the Sky Patrol Division uniform, which shows that the Sky Patrol Division was indeed very weak before Qi Shujian arrived. However, Tang Ji was able to become the Deputy Chief Inspector at the age of less than forty and have the fourth level of Qi and Blood Perfection, so his background and strength are not simple.

Fourth, Zhao Tong. A steward of the Sanyuan Society, at the late stage of the fourth level of Qi and Blood.

Fifth, the deputy leader of the Red Tiger Gang, late stage of the fourth level of Qi and Blood.

Sixth, the Black Knife Gang's Grand Elder, at the peak of the mid-stage of the fourth level of Qi and Blood.

Six people stood on the main stage, each occupying a corner, their gazes meeting, and the air was thick with tension.

The two monks from Jinyang Temple on the high platform opened their eyes at the same time.

The first match.

Tang Ji to the deputy leader of the Red Tiger Gang.

Tang Ji's swordsmanship was steady and shrewd, each strike carrying the killing intent honed over years of service in the Sky Patrol Bureau. Although the deputy leader of the Red Tiger Gang was not weak, the methods he had learned within the gang were too unorthodox, and against a properly trained swordsman like Tang Ji, he was completely exposed and his weaknesses were exploited.

In the forty-third move, Tang Ji held his blade to the side of the deputy gang leader's neck.

"Admit defeat."

The second match.

The Black Knife Gang's Grand Elder addressed Wang Qiongyu.

These two were already glaring at each other before they even went on stage.

Zhao Gang leaned over and whispered in Yi Yang's ear, "These two have an old grudge. Three years ago, the Black Knife Gang robbed the Wang family of a batch of goods. Wang Qiongyu led his men to demand an explanation, but they were cornered in an alley and beaten up by the Grand Elder. Later, the Wang family used some means to make the Black Knife Gang pay a large sum of money, but this feud has never been resolved."

Yi Yang hummed in agreement and turned his gaze to the table.

really.

The moment the two clashed, it was a deadly move.

The Grand Elder's swordsmanship was ruthless, specializing in attacking the lower body, with each strike aimed at vital points. Wang Qiongyu's swordsmanship, however, had a different style. His swordsmanship was extremely fast, and his blade followed a direct route to the center, without detours or fancy moves, thrusting forward one strike after another.

After more than thirty moves, the Grand Elder's right shoulder was slashed by Wang Qiongyu's sword tip, and blood gushed from the wound.

The Grand Elder gritted his teeth and endured more than a dozen moves, but Wang Qiongyu's sword was getting faster and faster, and the rhythm was so intense that he couldn't breathe.

The fifty-seventh move: the sword tip is pressed against the throat of the Grand Elder, one inch away.

Wang Qiongyu didn't speak, he just looked at him.

The high priest's Adam's apple bobbed twice.

"recognize."

The third match.

Zhao Tong responded to Qin's poem.

Zhao Tong of the Sanyuan Society looked extremely grim. He was ranked last among the six, yet he had been paired with the strongest, Qin Ju.

Before going on stage, he drank half a pot of wine backstage, patted his stomach, and showed an expression of being ready to die.

However, even facing death was useless.

Qin Ju's gun was too fast.

The first shot knocked Zhao Tong's sword off course, the second shot grazed his ribs, and the third shot struck him squarely in the chest.

Zhao Tong was thrown back two steps by the impact, landing on his buttocks on the table, where he remained for a long time.

"I admit defeat." After saying that, Zhao Tong laughed at himself, but it was a bitter laugh.

The last game.

Wang Qiongyu to Tang Ji.

Yi Yang watched this match most attentively.

When two masters at the fourth level of Qi and Blood Perfection clashed, the commotion on the table was on a completely different level compared to before.

Tang Ji's swordsmanship was powerful and integrated with both offense and defense. Every strike he made carried the majestic and righteous spirit of the Sky Patrol Division, following a path of righteous and overwhelming force.

Wang Qiongyu's swordsmanship, however, is more agile, with tricky angles for his strikes, always finding a place to cut through the gaps in the blade's path.

Fifty moves.

The two were evenly matched.

Eighty moves.

Tang Ji's breathing began to quicken, and the area covered by the knife's path began to shrink.

One hundred and three moves.

Wang Qiongyu's sword suddenly changed rhythm. The steady, methodical strikes suddenly accelerated into a continuous rain of swords, the blade casting afterimages in the sunlight, so dense they were indistinguishable from a spider web.

Tang Ji's swordsmanship was thrown into disarray by the rain of swords.

He tried to retreat and regroup, but Wang Qiongyu gave him no chance. With a twist of his sword tip, he thrust the blade straight in from above, piercing Tang Ji's last line of defense.

The sword stopped two inches in front of Tanguy's throat.

The wind pressure lifted the hairs on Tang Ji's neck.

Don Quixote closed his eyes.

"I admit defeat."

The applause of the audience was thunderous.

Wang Qiongyu sheathed his sword, bowed to Tang Ji, and turned to walk off the stage.

Rankings updated—Wang Qiongyu, second. As is customary, he is entitled to the position of town governor.

……

As the sun began to set, the quarterly exams ended.

Chen Wuyai stood on the high platform and tapped his iron staff three times.

The sturdy monk Jingyuan stood up, put his hands together in prayer, and surveyed the entire room.

"Amitabha."

His voice was deep and steady, carrying across every corner of the training ground.

"After discussions between this temple and the Heavenly Patrol Bureau, the following four individuals have been granted the qualification to participate in the entrance examination for outer disciples of Jinyang Temple—"

"Ranked first, Qin Ju, deputy curator of Cangyun Pavilion."

Qin Ju stood below the stage, holding his gun, his expression unchanged, and nodded.

"Ranked second, Wang Qiongyu."

Wang Qiongyu bowed respectfully from the back of the line, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Ranked third, Tang Ji, Deputy Chief of the Sky Patrol Division."

Tang Ji was stunned for a moment. The 38-year-old man's lips trembled twice, his knuckles cracked as he gripped the knife at his waist, and his bowing gesture was three times deeper than usual.

"Ranked fourth, Sanyuanhui, Zhao Tong."

Zhao Tong was squatting in the corner, drinking his second jug of wine, when he heard his name called. He suddenly stood up, wine dripping from the corner of his mouth and down his chin. He spun around in place, unsure of what to do with his hands.

Zhao Tong's face turned as red as a pig's liver—no, it turned bright red, his mouth stretched to his ears, and he knelt on one knee, clasping his hands in a fist salute towards the high platform.

"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!"

Standing at the very back of the formation, Yi Yang gulped down the last mouthful of cold water and looked at the number "thirteen" next to his name on the ranking board.

Thirteen.

This position should be a pretty good one with good rewards; the next step should be assigning duties.