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

The next day, in the duty room, Yi Yang took off his official robes and draped them over the back of a chair, leaving only a short jacket and a tight-fitting shirt, and stood in the center of the room.

Holding the standard-issue sword of the Sky Patrol Division, he began his training for the day, starting with the Nine Peaks Blade.

Houfeng began by lowering his waist and hips, channeling his energy from the soles of his feet upwards, past his knees, waist, and shoulders, finally into his sword arm. The scabbard drew a low hum in the air, and the teacup on the corner of the table trembled.

The second peak was treacherous, the blade taking an unorthodox approach that revealed a ruthless edge, followed by a sharp peak. The energy path narrowed, all the force compressed into a single line, the blade tip pointing directly three inches forward.

After completing the first eight steps—strange peaks, overlapping peaks, broken peaks, returning peaks, and hidden peaks—Yi Yang's forehead was already beaded with sweat.

Ninth move, the pinnacle!

Yi Yang had already grasped the concept, and with a flick of his wrist, he slashed down diagonally from the scabbard.

This slash was silent, not because it was light, but because it was so fast that the air didn't have time to be torn apart before it closed up.

The moment the sword strike ended, the number on the panel jumped up.

[Nine Peaks Blade Perfection: 36000/36000]

The moment the progress bar was filled, Yi Yang felt something shatter in his mind—not a broken shatter, but a shattered cocoon. The Nine Styles of Swordplay were no longer nine independent moves, but nine states of mind of the same sword. The gaps between the moves disappeared.

The force flowed unimpeded from the hilt to the tip of the blade, and beyond that, the air within three feet was covered by his sword intent.

Nine Peaks Blade, complete.

Yi Yang sheathed his sword without stopping, then sat cross-legged and naturally began to circulate his internal energy within his five internal organs.

This technique differs from the Nine Peaks Saber. The Nine Peaks Saber strikes outwards, while the internal cultivation of the five internal organs draws inwards. The power of liver wood propels heart fire, heart fire refines spleen earth, spleen earth receives lung metal, lung metal restrains kidney water, and kidney water nourishes liver wood.

The stage where the five internal organs operate independently is long gone; what's missing now is the final step—closing the loop.

The five forces are connected end to end, forming a self-operating loop.

Yi Yang sat cross-legged on the futon, his palms resting on his knees, his breathing slowed to its lowest point. The internal energy within his body circulated along the meridians, tightening the five energies with each passing of the five internal organs.

I don't know how much time passed.

It could be half an hour, or it could be longer.

A sudden heat surged in the deep abdomen, and the five forces snapped together at the same instant—the liver pushed the heart, the heart refined the spleen, the spleen connected with the lungs, the lungs absorbed the kidneys, and the kidneys returned to the liver.

The closed loop is complete.

The effects are immediate, and the efficiency of nourishing the muscles and bones throughout the body is not just increased slightly, but dramatically improved.

The resistance to the flow of internal energy between the five internal organs drops sharply, and the flow of energy that originally required deliberate guidance can now be started with just a thought.

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

The internal strength of the five internal organs has been cultivated to its fullest extent.

Yi Yang opened his eyes and clenched his fists. His knuckles cracked a few times, and the strength he felt was on a completely different level than before.

Finally, Yi Yang stood up and began practicing the Water Crossing Technique in the tiny space of the duty room.

One step, change direction; two steps, change direction again.

Within three steps, his body had already turned in two directions, but his landing point was as stable as if he were nailed to the ground.

With a surge of internal energy, the lightness of the feet and the explosive power of the waist and hips are combined into one.

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

Crossing the river by skimming the water—a minor achievement.

All three techniques were mastered on the same day.

Yi Yang sat back down on the futon, his joints cracking and popping all over his body.

The wisp of pure energy in my body's dantian was nearly twice as solid as yesterday, and it carried a warm, oppressive feeling as it circulated through my meridians.

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, opened his eyes, and something seemed to flash in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

Standing up, Yi Yang slowly practiced a set of boxing techniques in the duty room. It wasn't any famous or orthodox style; it was just for loosening up his muscles and bones.

But with each punch, there was a slight tremor in the air. When the wind from the punch was pulled back, the dust within three feet was stirred up by the force of the air and spun around for a little over half a circle before settling down.

At the first level of the Inner Qi Realm, the Qi Sea begins to transform. With the perfect Nine Peaks Saber, one can achieve the Great Perfection of Internal Refining Strength in the Five Organs and the Minor Perfection of Crossing Rivers with a Touch of Water.

If we compare this combination to other Qi Realm Level 1 cultivators in Yunlin County, it might not be invincible, but it would certainly rank among the top.

As for the eight lurking guys in the prison—the two strongest of them are only at the fifth level of Qi and Blood.

What is the fifth level of Qi and Blood in front of Yi Yang? It's similar to when Yi Yang went into the mountains with a wood-chopping knife and encountered a pheasant. No matter how fiercely the pheasant flapped its wings, it still had to be cooked.

Yi Yang clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking twice, then relaxed and whispered in the room, "Come on, let me see what you're up to!"

……

In the evening, the first half hour of duty was over.

The sound of a round fan tapping on the door frame came from outside the duty room, softly, three times, the rhythm perfectly timed.

"Chief Steward Yi, I've come to see you."

Su Wanning's soft voice drifted in through the crack in the door, creating an extremely eerie contrast with the silver snake whip at her waist.

Upon hearing the voice, Yi Yang got up and opened the door, and was momentarily stunned when he saw the person.

Today, the deputy leader of the Sanyuan Society changed his attire; he was no longer wearing the dark purple outfit he had before, but a light blue dress.

A thin silk ribbon was tied around her waist, and a silver hairpin adorned her hair, softening the alluring charm in her eyes by a third. She carried a red lacquered food box in her hand.

"I brought some old wine and two small dishes," Su Wanning said, handing over the food box. "I heard you've been staying home these past few days. I hope you're not overworking yourself."

Seeing that the other party was carrying something, Yi Yang reached out to take it. Su Wan Ning handed over the food box naturally, but at the moment of handing it over, her fingers deliberately brushed against the back of Yi Yang's hand.

The food box felt cool, soft, and slightly powdery. Yi Yang calmly accepted it, putting on a kind, elder-like smile as he said:

"Vice Chief Su, you are too kind, but I am not a good drinker, so I will not drink with you. Let's continue our conversation another day when I invite you."

"You're always so formal."

Su Wanning didn't leave in a hurry. She leaned against the door frame, using a fan in her hand to cover her chin and the area below it.

Only her eyes were visible, with slightly upturned corners, and her gaze swept over Yi Yang's face twice, unhurriedly.

That wasn't an ordinary scrutiny; it was clearly purposeful.

"Steward Yi, I have a question for you."

She lowered her voice slightly and leaned closer to Yi Yang, asking, "As the warden of this prison, have you gotten anything out of Feng Haiyuan? Can you tell me?"

Yi Yang felt a chord in his heart, knowing that the real issue had arrived. Everything before was just a pretext; this Deputy Chief Su had gone through all that trouble just to get this one sentence.

Yi Yang blinked at the question, put the food box on the table, and said with a puzzled look:

"Vice Chief Su's question has stumped this old man. I sit in the duty room every day, flipping through the roster and checking the duty roster. When I have free time, I stretch my old arms and legs a bit. As for Feng Haiyuan's affairs, you gentlemen have your own arrangements. Why should this old geezer like me worry about them?"

Hearing the other person's words, Su Wanning's eyes flickered, clearly disbelieving, and she said, "Just stretching my muscles?"

She pronounced those three words very softly.

Yi Yang nodded with a smile and said, "That's right. When people get old and don't move around, their bones rust."

Su Wanning stared at him for a couple of moments, her fan gently swaying, causing her hair to flutter slightly. Seeing that she couldn't get anything useful out of him, she said noncommittally:

"Alright, take care of yourself, don't overwork yourself."

She turned and left, her steps slow, her waist swaying gently, the silver whip silently swinging twice at her hip. After taking seven or eight steps, she tilted her head slightly, her peripheral vision sweeping over the back of her shoulder.

His lips moved but no sound came out.

But Yi Yang's inner energy spread within a radius of three zhang, and every change in the shape of her lips was perceived. The other party said five words: "Interesting old man."

Yi Yang stood at the door, watching her figure turn the corner of the corridor and disappear before the kindness on his face slowly faded.

The fact that the Sanyuan Society suddenly came here suggests they've probably caught wind of something.

Su Wanning is a sharp-eyed and meticulous woman. Last time, she noticed the subtle movements of his fingers when he was thinking. If it weren't for his inner energy realm perception, she might have actually found a flaw this time.

Yi Yang closed the door, opened the food box, and found a very generous spread inside. It was clearly from a high-end restaurant, with fine wine and delicious dishes.

Yi Yang smelled it, but didn't drink it and set it aside.

……

child time.

The sounds from inside the prison gradually faded away, and in the distance, prisoners could be heard groaning in their sleep.

The chains occasionally struck the walls with a dull thud, and the footsteps of the guards on duty rang out like a pendulum, mechanically and slowly.

Yi Yang sat cross-legged on the prayer mat in the duty room, circulating his internal energy.

The condensed pure energy in the dantian flows slowly along the meridians, and the closed-loop energy of the five internal organs operates on its own.

Without his deliberate guidance, his senses expanded outwards in circles with his internal energy, filling the duty room, the corridor, and the ground-level prison area, then sinking downwards, passing through the semi-underground level, and arriving at the high-security prison area.

He had no blind spots in his perception of the entire South City prison.

Then, he "heard" it.

Below the prison, three different fluctuations of qi and blood appeared, and these three fluctuations were suppressed very low.

It must be the effect of some special technique, completely different from the normal qi mechanism. Ordinary martial artists at the fourth or fifth level of qi and blood cannot perceive this level of concealment.

But the internal energy realm is possible.

The three of them moved along the secret passage of the ventilation shaft toward the black iron prison where Feng Haiyuan was located.

The footwork is extremely sophisticated, and the entire process is completely silent. This is a specially trained movement technique that is not something that a wandering martial arts practitioner could learn.

at the same time--

In the direction of the lamp oil room, someone was dimming the lights in the cell. The movement was small; they simply shortened the wick, and the light changed from a yellowish hue to a dim one. The change was so subtle that the guards on duty would not even notice.

On the shift change route, two people appeared at the handover point under the guise of "normal shift change".

Yi Yang's senses swept over the eight elite guards arranged by Chen Wuyai on the outskirts of the high-prison area.

Six of them were still on duty, but their breathing was weak and deep, clearly indicating that they had been drugged.

The remaining two, who had just been "replaced" from their shifts, were drinking tea in a corner of the duty room.

There was something in the tea; after drinking it, these two, like their companions, would collapse shortly afterward.

The eight undercover agents each had their own duties: those in the oil room were responsible for creating blind spots, and those in the shift change area were responsible for clearing away external obstacles.

The three people in the secret passage were the main force, one of whom, who was at the fifth level of Qi and Blood, had already reached the outside of Feng Haiyuan's prison gate.

Yi Yang's internal energy clearly "saw" that the person was squatting in the lower left corner of the Xuan Tie Gate, holding an extremely thin piece of iron between his fingertips, and was fiddling with the array nails.

The third one in the bottom left corner.

The coordination was precise, the timing was accurate, and the movement was planned without any redundancy. This was not a spur-of-the-moment decision, but an action that had been rehearsed many times.

Yi Yang sat on the futon, his senses spreading out, taking in the location, movements, and qi and blood status of everyone in the prison.

Yi Yang opened his eyes, a cold glint flashing deep in his pupils, and whispered:

"They're here."