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

Huang Yushu received the order and left, his footsteps fading into the distance along the corridor until they disappeared completely.

Yi Yang leaned back in the rosewood carved armchair that had previously belonged to Ye Yang, completely reclined his body, and thoroughly enjoyed himself.

The room returned to silence; even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly.

Taking Huang Yushu, a patrolman they knew well, as their follower was a wise move. Qianyang Tower, a lucrative post that brought in a fortune every day, was rife with open and covert attacks.

If you really have to personally check accounts, take inventory, and scheme against those old hands, even twelve hours a day wouldn't be enough.

Why should working people make things difficult for each other? Besides, given the current situation, Yi Yang is practically sitting in the boss's seat.

With someone else doing the work that might offend people, Yi Yang can have plenty of time to cultivate his qi and blood to break through to the inner qi realm.

As a leader, all you need to do is set the tone, and your subordinates will run themselves ragged. But as long as Huang Yushu can get things done, Yi Yang will never be the kind of heartless manager who makes the horse run but doesn't feed it.

His name will be included in the annals of merit in the future, and he will also receive abundant resources.

The way to long-term success is for everyone to rise together.

As the saying goes, those who progress first will help those who follow to progress later!

Setting down his teacup, Yi Yang sat up straight and mentally reviewed the mess he was currently facing.

The village bullies and constables who ran into guns one after another recently have all turned into fertilizer by the roadside. At present, the survival crisis hanging on the books is only two cases left.

The first one is Wang Gongqin, the newly appointed Grand Deacon of the Nine Evil Sect.

During the battle at the ancestral hall in the deserted village, Yi Yang took advantage of the situation and intercepted the black-patterned longsword enshrined in the center of the formation.

The origin of that knife is definitely not simple.

On the night of the riot in Yunwen Town, when the Nine Evil Cult and the mountain bandits caused such a commotion, this Grand Deacon appeared and dealt with the other two patrolmen who participated in that deserted village operation. He was then stopped by Fang Yue, the patrol chief of Yunwen Town. After a fierce battle, he left and has not been seen since.

However, the events of that night should have made Wang Gongqin focus her suspicions and attention on Yi Yang. After all, there were only a few people involved in the operation that night. Since the knife wasn't with the other two, it must be with Yi Yang, which is the most reasonable guess.

But after that, he didn't come looking for Yi Yang, the seemingly old and weak patrolman. Given Wang Gongqin's ruthless and crazy nature, after suffering a loss at the hands of Fang Yue, she actually held her nose and endured it after confirming the location of the target.

What does this tell us?

This suggests that he probably had something more important to do, which is why he didn't show up.

Yi Yang guessed that he was probably hiding somewhere no one could find him, focusing all his efforts on breaking through to the sixth level of Qi and Blood.

After all, Wang Gongqin's evil cultivation method had an extremely strange path of cultivation, taking shortcuts.

Once he successfully undergoes a marrow cleansing and blood transfusion, with the backing of his evil magic, few below the Inner Qi Realm will be able to suppress him.

Yi Yang now possesses the foundation of a sixth-level Qi and Blood cultivator, and is equipped with the Great Perfection Nine Peaks Saber.

If they go head-to-head and fight tooth and nail, their chances of winning aren't small.

But this kind of betting game where you're guaranteed to lose is not the style of Yi Yang, who has lived for sixty years.

Fighting to the point of drawing blood is something only young people do.

There is only one best way to nip this crisis involving Wang Gongqin in the bud.

Widen the gap, bully the weak, and use a lower-dimensional attack.

As long as Yi Yang steps into the Inner Qi Realm first, no matter what kind of world-destroying evil technique Wang Gongqin practices, Yi Yang can twist his neck from a distance before he even draws his sword.

The second worry was the "Five Internal Organs Refining Strength" manual that was intercepted from Zhou Jiang's group.

According to the information revealed by Zhou Jiang, this internal cultivation technique originated from the Li family, one of the three major families in the inner city. It was stolen in its early years and eventually fell into the hands of a collateral branch of the family. Zhou Jiang then sent people to exterminate the entire family and seize it.

Zhou Pizi patted his chest and guaranteed to eradicate the weeds completely, leaving no trace, but these days, verbal guarantees are less valuable than toilet paper.

The Li family are the true local tyrants of Yunlin County, with deeply entrenched and powerful influence.

A goose is plucked as it flies by; the wind leaves its sound as it passes.

Anything that has been passed over or gone by carries the risk of being brought up again.

With Yi Yang residing in the official safe haven of the Sky Patrol Bureau, and using this powerful backing, the Li family couldn't directly launch an attack through conventional means.

But if the Li family's higher-ups go mad and insist on killing a thousand innocent people rather than letting one guilty person go free, Yi Yang will still face annihilation.

Ultimately, it's because our fists aren't strong enough. There's only one way to get rid of these two guillotines hanging over our heads.

Regardless of the cost, charge forward and enter the inner energy realm.

Yi Yang pulled open the hidden drawer under the table, inside which were two old thread-bound books stacked. These were internal reading materials that he had specially taken from the pile of old papers in the archives before taking up his post at Qianyang Tower.

The edges of the pages were already yellowed and curled, and it carried a musty smell of insect repellent herbs.

Opening the book above, one finds records of martial arts common sense and anecdotes left by predecessors. A considerable portion of it is devoted to explaining the vast difference between the Inner Qi Realm and the Blood Qi Realm.

According to the book, once a martial artist crosses the barrier of the sixth level of Qi and Blood and tempers their physical body to the extreme, a completely different kind of energy will be generated within their body.

The book includes an excerpt of a public martial arts demonstration by a senior master at the Inner Qi Realm.

The text above is written in a mysterious and enigmatic way. The martial artist stands quietly in the courtyard, casually raising his hand and waving it forward. There is no sound of air being torn apart or any wind that stirs up sand and stones.

But then a strange and unusual sight appeared. Just then, the autumn wind blew and the leaves fell. A withered yellow leaf swirled down and landed on the strong man's shoulder.

Normally, leaves should fall onto clothes, but these withered leaves were neither roughly bounced off nor naturally stuck to the fabric.

It hovered precisely in mid-air, half an inch from the outside of the person's shoulder.

It was held up by an invisible, intangible, extremely strong yet gentle aura.

The withered leaves trembled slightly in that half-inch of empty space, yet did not fall.

The book describes the subject at length and then leaves a ten-character commentary.

Flies cannot land... Not even a feather can be added.

Yi Yang reached out and touched Yi Yang's chin, which had short stubble.

Without any physical contact, yet able to interfere with reality out of thin air, this has completely transcended the realm of hand-to-hand combat and entered a mysterious level. This is the essence of the power of an Inner Qi Realm expert.

Powerful energy!

He licked his dry lips and flipped through the pages to continue reading.

According to records, the Inner Qi Realm is a watershed.

After crossing the threshold, there are three steps to climb.

The first stage is called "Initial Transformation of Qi Sea". The internal energy is initially formed, and the dantian opens up the Qi Sea to contain the invisible energy.

The second stage is called "Purification and Reversion to the Origin." It involves condensing and refining one's internal energy, removing impurities and retaining the essence, allowing the physical body and internal energy to complement each other.

The third stage is called "Heavenly Rain Descends." Upon reaching this stage, one's internal energy becomes inexhaustible, connecting with the external world.

The higher the realm, the longer the effective range of that deadly internal energy that leaves the body to kill. At the highest level, one can take a person's head from a hundred paces away, killing without leaving a trace.

Closing the yellowed record of strange events, Yi Yang paced back and forth in the main hall, teacup in hand.

While we may yearn for it, the most pressing matter at hand is not to drool over the great achievements of our predecessors.

Instead, the goal is to build a bridge for Yi Yang to access internal energy. The most difficult obstacle in front of him is the break in the cultivation method.

The "Yi Mu Health Preservation Exercise" obtained from Zhou Liang, a hunter from Sanmu Village, only leads to the state of perfect Qi and Blood in the sixth level from beginning to end.

To even begin to grasp the basics of internal energy, relying solely on external techniques like physical training and bone manipulation is pure fantasy. There must be corresponding incantations to guide the first wisp of energy born from the extreme state of the physical body.

There was no follow-up.

This is the biggest pitfall of this health-preserving exercise.

This practice, which focuses on self-cultivation and health, is notoriously commonplace, not only in Yunlin County but throughout the entire Qingzhou region.

That's where the problem lies.

Because it starts too slowly and has no ability to kill or protect oneself, it takes ordinary people with good aptitude for nearly ten years to learn the first level. Besides being able to grow a few more acres of land and live a couple more years, they would still be beaten by thugs in the ditch when walking at night.

Young people with resources and connections, who would waste their time on this?

Practicing it is like giving it away for free.

Thus, it has been passed down orally to this day, and only the basic outline of the first six levels remains.

If no one practices it, naturally no one will record its subsequent methods.

Yi Yang tried to inquire indirectly with Zhao Gang, but all he got was a sigh and a shake of the head.

Even the black market informants of the Sky Patrol Bureau who resell cultivation techniques have never seen the incomplete version of the Yi Wood Nourishing Life Technique beyond the sixth level.

After settling down in front of the armchair, Yi Yang picked up the second old book from under the table.

This is an excerpt from the list of items used to prop up table legs in the corner of the museum.

It is dedicated to recording those unorthodox and neglected practices.

Desperate measures, let's try to find some clues from this pile of garbage.

If he still can't find it, Yi Yang will really have to spend a fortune on the black market to start over with a new cultivation method that can connect with internal energy.

That would consume a great deal of time.

I dipped my finger into the water from the herbal tea.

The pages of the book were turned one by one.

His gaze swept back and forth among the tiny, fly-like characters.

The only sound in the room was the rustling of paper as I turned to two-thirds of the way through this tattered book.

Due to its age, the pages of the book were stained with water, leaving a large, yellowish stain.

Yi Yang leaned closer to the candlestick, exposing the page of the book to the sunlight streaming through the window.

With his eye muscles contracting as he looked at the contents of the book, Yi Yang gripped the edges of the pages tightly with his fingers, and his breathing became irregular.

Two flames lit up in those cloudy eyes.

The subsequent cultivation techniques are promising.