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

As soon as Feng Haiyuan finished speaking, the faces of the people in the cell turned ugly.

Kill a few people to satisfy his urges? How could this old devil even say such a thing? Even if they had the ability, they would never agree to this decision in front of so many people.

Liu Chongyue immediately rolled up his sleeves, cracking his knuckles as he said:

"Feng Haiyuan, do you really think you're still at the Nine Evils Cult's headquarters? This is the South City Prison, not your bunch of lunatics' blood altar!"

Feng Haiyuan leaned against the wall, his disheveled hair obscuring half his face. His chapped lips moved slightly, and he grinned, saying, "So what?"

"If you want to get anything out of me, you'd better show some sincerity, right?"

"If there's no benefit, well, I don't have any other faults, but I'm just stubborn."

He raised his wrist, which was bound by black iron chains, and the chains rattled.

"Why don't some of you come in and play with me?"

Liu Chongyue's face twitched, and he lifted his foot to move forward.

Li Shaoan reached out to stop him, advising, "Master Li, don't be impulsive. Master Jingyuan instructed that people cannot die."

Liu Chongyue turned his head and glared at him, replying bluntly, "I didn't intend to kill him."

Su Wanning held her fan in front of her lips, her laughter trembling slightly: "What you're saying, Wang Gongfeng, doesn't sound like you just wanted to chat with someone about everyday things when you smashed that stone bench just now."

Liu Chongyue gave her a cold glance and threatened, "Su Wanning, if you say another sarcastic remark, believe me, I'll shut you up first!"

"Oh dear, he truly lives up to his reputation as the Wang family's retainer—a formidable ferocity! Steward Yi, you must protect me if he makes a move!"

Su Wanning took half a step back, her eyes sparkling with charm, but her words were sharp.

"I am easily frightened and cannot bear to hear such frightening words."

Zhang Songqing did not participate in the argument between the two. The young man stood in front of the iron cage, his long sword at his waist still sheathed, his fingertips pressing on the hilt, his whole being sharp and eye-catching.

He stared at Feng Haiyuan and slowly began to speak.

"You're stalling for time."

Feng Haiyuan looked up at him but ignored him.

Zhang Songqing continued, "You're not that you're not afraid of death, you're just waiting."

"Waiting for whom?"

"Wait for the Nine Evil Sect to come to your rescue? Or wait for the South City Prison to descend into chaos first?"

The atmosphere in the cell changed as soon as he said that.

Liu Chongyue suppressed his anger, Su Wanning paused her fanning, and Li Shaoan lowered his eyebrows on his honest face.

Yi Yang stood outside the iron cage, his hands tucked into his sleeves, and did not interrupt.

A new jailer, huh?

The gatekeeper.

Interrogating prisoners is a job where credit is stolen; whoever wants to do it can do it. His only responsibility is to prevent Feng Haiyuan from escaping after dying here.

Ke Yiyang's internal energy flowed gently through his body, and the newly generated internal energy traveled along his meridians, filling the entire high-security prison area with his five senses.

Feng Haiyuan's breathing, the friction of the chains, and the subtle twitching of the flesh near the blood-suppressing nail on his shoulder blade.

And the speed of each heartbeat.

All of this fell into Yi Yang's perception.

When Zhang Songqing spoke, Feng Haiyuan's heart skipped a beat, so lightly that even a martial artist at the sixth level of Qi and Blood might not be able to detect it.

However, in the face of someone at the Inner Qi Realm, this change is as conspicuous as a drop of white ash on a black cloth.

Yi Yang's eyelids drooped, and his thumb gently brushed against the second joint of his index finger inside his sleeve.

interesting.

Feng Haiyuan reacted to the Zhang family, indicating that the relationship between the two was not simple.

For the next two hours, the four of them took turns fighting.

Regardless of whether Liu Chongyue used a hard approach, cutting off water and breath, or applying pressure with blood-suppressing nails.

The pain was so intense that veins bulged all over Feng Haiyuan's body and neck. Li Shaoan still used the old interrogation methods of the Sky Patrol Division, employing coercion and inducement.

But Feng Haiyuan wouldn't utter a single useful word. He was in so much pain that he was covered in sweat, and a grating laugh came from his throat. Occasionally, he would glance at the crowd, but there was no fear in his eyes, only resentment.

There was also a deep-seated smugness in his eyes, which seemed very strange to Yi Yang.

What gives a prisoner, locked in the Xuan Tie Prison and with his blood and qi sealed by the Blood-Suppressing Nails, the right to be so proud?

Because he's so stubborn?

Does he think he's tired of living?

Looking at the tangled mess of figures inside the cell, Yi Yang felt a slight urge to stir within him, a vigilance honed over years of chopping wood.

This person doesn't seem like someone waiting to die; rather, he seems like a pawn that has been deliberately thrown in.

Two hours later, the interrogation yielded no results.

Liu Chongyue slammed his palm on the iron bars, causing them to vibrate and hum. He snarled, "Useless piece of trash! Your mouth is harder than your bones!"

Feng Haiyuan raised his head, grinning with bloodied teeth, and said mockingly, "Is this all the Wang family retainer is capable of?"

"Your Liu family must have had some extraordinary good fortune to raise someone like you, a good dog for the Wang family."

Hearing the other party's angry curses, Liu Chongyue's eyes flashed with ferocity, his blood and qi condensed, and he wanted to do something ruthless.

Li Shaoan said in a deep voice, "That's enough for today."

If the interrogation continues, Feng Haiyuan might not even speak, and the group would be eager to kill this important criminal.

The iron gate to the high-security area was locked again, and the group walked out along the damp stone steps.

Zhang Songqing and Liu Chongyue walked at the front, ignoring each other, and the three families were not on good terms.

As Zhang Songqing passed by Yi Yang, he stopped half a step. The young man had a handsome profile, and the arrogance in his eyes was unsettling.

"Chief Steward Yi."

Seeing that his name had been called, Yi Yang looked up and said with a smile, "Young brother, what's the matter?"

Upon hearing the words "little brother," Zhang Songqing's eye twitched slightly, and he continued:

"This seat is not comfortable. I advise you to move to another place as soon as possible; it will be good for your health, otherwise you may not live to old age!"

These words are spoken lightly, but their meaning is very strong.

This chair in the South City Prison is not for an old man like you. If you continue, your life will be in danger.

Yi Yang didn't budge an inch, still smiling as he said, "Thank you for your kind words, young brother. I feel like I'm getting younger and younger lately. I don't think I'll be able to stay in this position until retirement. This old man still wants to advance."

Seeing that the other party still wouldn't give him any face, Zhang Songqing glared at him, snorted coldly, and left in a huff.

When Liu Chongyue passed by, he was even more direct, not even bothering to give him a second glance. In his eyes, an old jailer with four levels of Qi and Blood was at most a wooden sign temporarily put up by the Sky Patrol Division.

It will collapse if the wind is strong.

Su Wanning walked at the back, her steps slowing as she gently waved her fan. The scent of cosmetics mixed with the musty smell of the prison created a strangely sweet aroma.

"Chief Steward Yi."

Yi Yang turned and asked, "Does Vice Chief Su have any further instructions?"

Su Wanning took a half step closer and whispered in Yi Yang's ear in a very low voice, "What did you think of today's interrogation?"

Yi Yang blinked twice, pretending not to know, and replied, "This old man doesn't care about these things."

"Yeah?"

Su Wanning covered her lips with her fan, her eyes curving into a knowing smile as she said, "If you weren't concerned, you wouldn't have come down to the high-prison area with the four of us."

"Furthermore, he wouldn't have moved his finger twice while Feng Haiyuan was talking to Young Master Zhang."

Yi Yang felt a chill in his heart; this woman had a truly sharp eye.

She may not have been able to discern her own inner energy realm strength, but she did see the details of her own thought process.

Yi Yang raised his hand and shook it shakily.

"I'm getting old, and seeing your skills made my hands tremble. I hope you'll forgive my poor performance, Vice Chief Su."

Seeing that the other party was being perfunctory, Su Wanning stared at him for a couple of moments, but didn't expose him. She smiled charmingly and said, "Steward Yi, you are an interesting person."

She gently waved her fan and turned to leave.

"I'll invite you for tea another day."

Yi Yang watched her figure disappear around the corner before the confused smile on his face slowly faded.

This southern city prison is really lively, with one prisoner being snatched up by all sides.

There were also spies planted outside by former members of powerful families, and even the interrogators were no pushovers.

After seeing the four people off, Yi Yang returned to the jailer's cell and closed the door.

The tea in the room has gone cold.

He sat behind the table, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the surface.

Thump, thump, thump.

Feng Haiyuan was meticulous, but his heart raced when he faced Zhang Songqing.

After being tormented for two hours, there was still a hint of smugness in his eyes. Putting these three things together, it just didn't feel right.

If Feng Haiyuan is merely a tough nut to crack in the Nine Evil Sects, then where does his smugness come from? If Zhang Songqing is just a young man from the Zhang family, why would Feng Haiyuan be affected by his words?

"Wang Gongqin didn't show up, but Feng Haiyuan delivered himself to her door."

Yi Yang muttered to himself, "When did these lunatics from the Nine Evils Cult become so easy to deal with?"

No one answered.

A gust of wind blew past the window, swirling up the withered leaves in the yard and scraping across the threshold with a soft, rustling sound. Yi Yang put away the defense map, a cold glint in his eyes.

Starting tonight, Feng Haiyuan's food and drink, shift changes, lamp oil, and ventilation vents will all be monitored by different people.

It's time to gradually weed out Zhang Debiao's old subordinates.

Not urgent.

With his hidden strength, no one in the Southern Prison could threaten his life.

……

night.

The inner city of Yunlin County.

The three-zhang-high bluestone city wall kept the mud and noise of the outer city outside the wall. Outside the wall, people crowded into the narrow alleys, fighting tooth and nail for a peck of rice.

Inside the walls, the lights were bright, carriages and horses shuttled back and forth, and mansions stretched out one after another. Exquisite lanterns hung from the eaves, and even the night breeze carried the fragrance of wealthy families.

The Zhang family's main residence is located in the northwest corner of the inner city.

High walls and deep courtyards, with overlapping eaves.

Behind the main hall, there is a secluded courtyard surrounded by ancient pine trees. Ordinary servants would bow their heads and walk around it when they reached the gate, not daring to look too closely.

Inside the main hall of the secret courtyard, the candlelight was dim.

An elderly man with white hair sat in the main seat. He had a gaunt face, high cheekbones, and wore a gray-patterned long robe, showing no trace of noble birth.

But when he sat there, the air in the whole room seemed to drop a third.

Zhang Bonian, the eldest elder of the Zhang family.

Inner Qi Realm.

Seated at the lower end of the table was Zhang Tingyuan, the current patriarch of the Zhang family. He was in his forties, with a square face, wearing a brocade robe embroidered with gold, and slowly turning two jade thumb rings on his hands.

He whispered, "Elder, Feng Haiyuan has been successfully imprisoned in the South City Prison. The first round of interrogation ended today, and Zhang Songqing reported back that none of the four forces have made any progress."

Zhang Bonian picked up his teacup, brushed aside the floating leaves with the lid, and said hoarsely, "How things are progressing is not important."

His voice was dry, yet it possessed an imposing authority.

"The important thing is that person."

Zhang Tingyuan looked up, thought of the target of the plan, and replied, "Qi Shujian."

Zhang Bonian nodded and said with certainty, "That's right. If he breaks through to the Heavenly Rainfall Peak, the world of Yunlin County will be transformed."

Zhang Tingyuan chuckled softly and said confidently, "Therefore, he cannot succeed."

He put down his teacup, lowered his voice, and revealed their plan: "Feng Haiyuan's arrest was never an accident. The Nine Evils have already handed him over to the Sky Patrol Division as we instructed."

"Feng Haiyuan is the bait."

"The South City Prison is the hook."

"We're just waiting for the appointed time. The Nine Evil Sect's reinforcements will storm the prison and break in, making a scene that will shock the entire city. If Chen Wuyai can't keep it under control, he'll have no choice but to alert Qi Shujian."

Zhang Bonian paused, then said with certainty, "When undergoing seclusion to break through the Heavenly Rainfall, external disturbances are the most dangerous thing."

Zhang Tingyuan's smile deepened, as if he were imagining the scene after the plan succeeded, and he said happily, "At best, it will cause qi to become disordered; at worst, it will lead to qi deviation and demonic possession."

"If the Sky Patrol Division wants to use the Nine Evil Sects to cleanse Yunlin County, then we will use the Nine Evil Sects to cut off Qi Shujian's path."

He spoke of it so casually, as if the lives of thousands outside the wall were nothing more than a few black and white pieces on a chessboard inside this room.

Zhang Bonian was silent for a moment, then, as if thinking of something, he suddenly asked, "I heard that Zhang Debiao has been dismissed."

Zhang Tingyuan nodded and replied, "Yes. The Sky Patrol Division has replaced the prison warden with an old man named Yi Yang."

"Thirteenth in the quarterly exam, Qi and Blood Level 4, age 60."

"Chen Wuyai and Song Tiecheng do not believe Zhang Debiao, which is expected. At most, they will find out that Zhang Debiao is connected with aristocratic families, but they will not see through the fact that Feng Haiyuan is bait that we sent in voluntarily."

Zhang Bonian's thin brows furrowed.

"Won't the Sky Patrol Bureau become suspicious by changing personnel at this time?"

Zhang Tingyuan shook his head calmly, twirling the ring between his fingers.

"Won't."

"That Yi Yang, Qianyang Tower just made some contributions, Chen Wuyai is just using him to test the waters."

"At sixty, one's Qi and blood are at their peak; at best, one is a shrewd gatekeeper. In a real emergency, one can't even run fast."

"Moreover, Zhang Debiao is only the visible spy; even Zhang Debiao himself is not entirely aware of the other hidden agents in the prison."

"The secret door, the array nails, the shifts during which the jailers delivered meals, and the clerk in the lamp oil room are all still there."

"The supply lines will not be cut off on the day of the operation."

Zhang Bonian then put down his teacup and said with satisfaction, "That's good."

He patted his thin, bony hand on his knee, his voice terrifyingly soft.

"Since that guy surnamed Yi dared to sit on it, we'll take care of him when we move in."

"Leave no survivors."

Zhang Tingyuan nodded, smiling casually.

"nature."

"A wretched old man with four layers of qi and blood dares to interfere in the Zhang family's game."

"When the blade flashes, no one will even remember their names."

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