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

At dawn the next day, the thin mist in front of the South City Prison had not yet dissipated.

Yi Yang was still wearing the official robes of a candidate inspector general, with a black iron token hanging at his waist. His cuffs were neatly tucked in, and he walked slowly, like an ordinary old man.

When the jailer saw him coming, he quickly bowed his head and said respectfully, "Good morning, sir."

"morning."

Yi Yang nodded, his tone mild, not much different from the old man selling tofu at the street corner. But the jailer with his head bowed did not dare to underestimate him, as the methods Yi Yang used to deal with the gatekeeper had become widely known.

After entering, he stopped in the yard to look at the sky and casually asked, "Did you bring the food early today?"

A jailer replied with a fawning smile, "Sir, he was sent in a while ago."

"Yes, don't let the prisoners go hungry."

After he finished speaking, he walked inside, not asking about the high-crime area, not checking the change of posts, and not putting on airs as a new official, appearing very amiable and easy to talk to.

The gazes that were watching him from the shadows circled his hunched back a few times before quietly retreating.

The old man was still the same old man. He had established some authority yesterday, and today he began to proceed with his usual routine. This made many people in the South City Prison secretly relieved. It seemed that the newly appointed prison warden Yi had no intention of making any big moves. This was for the best. Otherwise, they would have to deal with him to prevent it from affecting the plan. This would easily alert the enemy and make the Sky Patrol Division wary.

Yi Yang entered the prison warden's cell, closed the door behind him, and the bolt fell, leaving only the gray-white morning light filtering in through the window cracks.

The drowsiness on his face slowly faded in his eyes as he began to think to himself, "The first trial was enough to see those four people clearly: Li Shao is calm, Su Wanning is slippery, Liu Chongyue is arrogant, and Zhang Songqing is ruthless."

Feng Haiyuan was extremely stubborn. Apart from some unusual behavior during his conversation with Zhang Songqing, he didn't give any clues. It seemed very difficult to get anything out of him, so there was no need to pay attention to him for the time being.

What truly matters now is one's own strength. If your fist is strong enough, even if someone flips the chessboard, you can turn it back with one hand. In this world, strength still speaks for itself.

Yi Yang scanned the panel, which was visible only to him, and it displayed information about the three cultivation techniques.

[Nine Peaks Blade Perfection: 34680/36000]

[Mastery of Internal Strength Cultivation for the Five Internal Organs: 28620/30000]

[Small Success in Crossing the River by Skimming Water: 5740/6000]

They're all pretty close. Although he focused on improving his cultivation level before, he didn't neglect these techniques either. All three techniques are just a little bit away from a breakthrough. Once he breaks through in all three techniques, his strength will be greatly enhanced!

At Chenshi (7-9 AM), Li Shaoan, a confidant of Tang Ji, the deputy chief of the Sky Patrol Bureau, arrived. This old patrolman under Tang Ji was still wearing his old uniform, his waist knife was polished to a shine, and he handed over his token as soon as he entered.

"Chief Steward Yi, routine interrogation."

"Please, Deputy Chief Steward Li."

Seeing that this was the other party's request, Yi Yang, still holding his teacup, stopped his actions of getting up to offer the other party tea.

Li Shaoan didn't dwell on it and turned to go to the hardened criminal area of ​​the prison.

Half an hour later, the sound of chains rattling came from underground, along with Feng Haiyuan's hoarse laughter and curses: "Is this all the work you Sky Patrol Bureau does? Asking questions over and over again, don't you get tired?"

Li Shaoan's voice was steady as he calmly inquired, "Feng Haiyuan, around midnight half a month ago, who did you meet with at Black Wind Ridge?"

"you guess."

"Record: The prisoner refuses to confess."

"If I confess, would you dare to write it down?"

"Record: The inmate made provocative remarks."

Upon hearing this, Yi Yang shook his head. Just as he had expected, this guy wouldn't give in easily. He closed his eyes and continued cultivating the "Five Internal Organs Refining Strength," no longer paying attention to what was happening in the prison.

In the afternoon, Su Wanning arrived. Before she even entered the courtyard, the scent of her cosmetics wafted over the threshold. This time, she half-covered her face with a light veil, and a silver snake whip swayed gently at her waist. When she reached the door of Yiyang's duty room, she deliberately peeked out.

Yi Yang lay on the table, eyes half-closed, a teacup beside him, as if he had just taken a nap.

Su Wanning narrowed her eyes and asked softly, "Steward Yi, did you sleep well?"

Yi Yang looked up groggily: "Vice Chief Su is here? I'm getting old, I get sleepy as I sit here."

Su Wanning covered her mouth and chuckled, "I really envy your attitude."

She stayed in the high-prisoner zone for about half an hour, and when she came out, the smile on her face had faded considerably.

Feng Haiyuan remained silent.

After that, no one paid any attention to Feng Haiyuan anymore. Liu Chongyue, the Wang family's retainer, didn't come, nor did Zhang Songqing, the young master of the Zhang family.

Yi Yang was not surprised at all. Why would a scion of a prominent family waste time in a damp prison? He couldn't get anything out of him and was covered in mold. Clearly, he wasn't in a hurry and planned to wear down Feng Haiyuan's patience.

After nightfall, the lights in the duty room went out.

The door bolts were fastened, and the window gaps were sealed with strips of cloth.

Yi Yang stood in the narrow room, his black market knife still sheathed, using only the scabbard as a substitute.

He had mastered the first eight moves of the Nine Peaks Saber so well that he could walk them with his eyes closed.

Houfeng, calm and imposing.

Sharp peak, straight to the vitals.

The perilous peak forces the enemy to take a wrong step.

A strange peak, appearing unexpectedly.

As he practiced, the scabbard pierced the air without making a sound; his power came from over forty years of chopping wood.

When the machete falls, where does the wood grain crack? How much difference is there in the effort required to work wet wood versus dry wood? Should the wrist be relaxed or tense? How should the waist and back generate power? These things are not taught in secret manuals, but are nurtured by the years.

Later, after the black market murders, the mountain ambushes, the fights with Ji Kao, and the ambushes at Fu Man Lou, the techniques on paper truly came to life after the blades were drawn.

The final move of the Nine Peaks Saber: Absolute Peak.

Previously, there was always a layer of fog in my mind, but tonight, that fog was scraped away by the repeated strikes of the blade.

The so-called "precipitous peak" is neither fierce nor reckless.

Instead, it combines all the variations of the first eight moves into a single point.

Leave no room for retreat; do not ask about a way out.

If the enemy lives, I die; if the enemy dies, I live.

The atmosphere was so intense that Yi Yang had to suppress his breathing to prevent his vital energy from leaking out.

With divine intervention, the progress accelerated with each rehearsal.

Sixty times.

If these four words were seen by outsiders, they would be enough to break the defenses of those so-called geniuses on the spot.

Around midnight, Yi Yang stopped, his forehead covered in sweat, his clothes clinging to his back.

He did not seek credit, but sheathed his sword, sat down, closed his eyes, and regulated his breathing.

The next day, a wooden barrel appeared in the duty room.

The warm water in the bucket emitted medicinal fumes. Several pills obtained from the Qianyang Tower were crushed into powder and dissolved in the water. The medicine tasted bitter and strong, and after entering the nasal cavity, it went straight to the internal organs.

Yi Yang sat inside the barrel and began to circulate his internal energy.

Liver, heart, spleen, lungs, kidneys.

The five internal organs resonated softly.

That wasn't a sound that could be heard from the outside, but a response from deep within the body.

The newly generated pure energy in the internal energy realm travels along the meridians, gentle yet sharp, gradually connecting the strength of the five internal organs.

Previously, the five internal organs operated independently.

Now they are beginning to echo each other.

The liver (wood) generates growth, the heart (fire) propels it, the spleen (earth) supports it, the lungs (metal) restrain it, and the kidneys (water) nourish it.

When these five elements form a closed loop, they represent great achievement, and Yi Yang is currently only one step away from it.

At the hour of Chou (1-3 AM), he switched to practicing crossing the river by skimming water.

The tables and chairs inside were not moved, and the space was pitifully small. However, for agility, the smaller the space, the more it can demonstrate the skill of the agility practitioner.

The toes touched the blue bricks so lightly that not even a speck of dust was stirred up.

One step, half a step, diagonal retreat, turn around.

He weaved between table corners, chair backs, wooden barrels, and wall pillars, his figure moving close to the shadows.

With a surge of internal energy, the physical body explodes and the footwork becomes agile.

Crossing the river by skimming the water was just the beginning; one could be considered to know how to use it.

Now, it has flavor.

If you encounter an enemy attack, kill them if you can win; if you can't, run away; if you can't run away, find another place and look for another opportunity to kill them.

This is the true path to survival, and mastering a sophisticated and powerful movement technique is fundamental to achieving these goals.

Yi Yang had a clear understanding of the purpose of these various martial arts techniques:

The Nine Peaks Blade is at its peak, primarily for killing.

When the internal strength of the five internal organs is fully developed, it is the master of bearing weight and prolonging life.

A small success is achieved by skimming across the river; the key is to advance or retreat.

If he breaks through all three gates on the same day, he can also stand firm in the first gate of internal energy.

Peak of the sixth level of Qi and Blood?

Even a notorious old monster like Mu Fenghai in Yunlin County could be sent away with a single move after just one encounter.

The following afternoon, Yi Yang made his usual prison patrol.

He tucked his sleeves in, walked slowly, and even nodded to the jailers he encountered.

"Has the food been delivered?"

"Yes, sir, it has been delivered."

"Don't skimp on lamp oil. If the hardened criminal area is dark, who will take responsibility if something happens?"

"Yes, yes."

These were just idle words, but Yi Yang's powerful inner energy realm had already spread out his five senses. In his perception, the entire prison was like a flat surface, with everything clearly revealed.

He could detect any unsteady steps, rapid breathing, or low blood pressure. When he reached the ordinary prison area on the ground floor, Yi Yang paused, sensing something was amiss.

The jailer standing by the food delivery point had his head down, carrying a food bucket in his hand.

There's nothing wrong with my appearance, my clothes, and even my name tag.

However, his cadence was incorrect. Yesterday, he landed on his heel first, but today he landed on the ball of his foot first. No matter how well a martial artist hides his power during a fight, it will still show through his feet.

Yi Yang glanced at the man's hand; the knuckles were thick, and the calluses on the tiger's mouth were large.

Those weren't marks from opening the prison gate; they were old marks from holding a knife. Although the guards of the Sky Patrol Division all have the habit of using knives, these marks are clearly more experienced and have lasted longer. Prison guards have the habit of slacking off, so they obviously wouldn't have such deep marks.

Yi Yang's inner energy swept over the other party and sensed that the other party's cultivation level was at the fourth level of Qi and Blood Perfection! Yesterday, the other party was only at the second level of Qi and Blood, and today the other party has directly reached the fourth level of Qi and Blood Perfection?

After noticing the anomaly, Yi Yang did not expose it directly and continued to walk forward, maintaining a calm expression as he continued to patrol the cells.

Upon reaching the semi-underground martial arts criminal area, two more guards appeared suspicious.

One of them was half an inch taller than yesterday; the other walked with his center of gravity forward, clearly accustomed to carrying heavy weapons, and it looked awkward to have a short knife hanging on his waist.

Further down, there's the lamp oil room, ventilation shaft, guard change passage, and hidden sentries outside the high-prisoner zone.

Yi Yang silently counted in his mind: one, two, three... eight.

There were a total of eight people.

The one with the lowest cultivation level is at least at the fourth level of Qi and Blood Perfection. Two of them have abundant Qi and Blood, and their internal organs have a long-lasting Qi mechanism, and they have already entered the fifth level of Internal Organ Refinement.

They used disguises and methods to suppress qi and blood, which was enough to fool ordinary patrol guards, and they might even have a chance to fool those at the sixth level of qi and blood cultivation.

But against someone at the Inner Qi Realm, that little bit of concealment is clearly insufficient.

After completing his rounds, Yi Yang returned to his duty room.

close the door.

sit down.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the table, recalling in his mind who held those positions yesterday, what their faces were like, what their height was, how heavy their gait was, and how strong their qi and blood were.

The conclusion was that all those people had been replaced.

It wasn't just one or two eyeliners mixed in; it was eight positions that were neatly replaced.

The timing was also insidious, occurring between the second night and the third day after he took over as jailer.

The new broom has just arrived, and he hasn't recognized all the faces. The old subordinates are in disarray. Who has been relieved of their shift, who is sick, and who has been sent to deliver meals? He can easily make up any excuse to get by.

If Yi Yang were truly just an old jailer at the fourth level of Qi and Blood, after completing this round today, he would probably still praise the prison for finally becoming more disciplined.

Yi Yang stopped tapping the table. He lowered his eyes and placed his palm on the token of the South City Prison.

Eight experts and two filthy cultivators—the force capable of all this is clearly not simple.

Yi Yang slowly exhaled the turbid air from his chest. To be able to do such a thing silently in prison, there must only be one powerful force.

The Zhang family of the inner city!