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

The sound of horses' hooves grew louder as they approached.

In the darkness, the long street in front of the South City Prison was glowing red from the firelight, and the shouts of battle in the distance had not yet ceased, while the city was in complete chaos.

A fire broke out on someone's roof, a woman was crying for her child, and a dog was so frightened that it tucked its tail between its legs and ran into a ditch. All of this was mixed together, making a racket that made one's head throb.

Yi Yang stood in front of the prison gate, the bloodstains on his official robes still wet, and the sword in his hand hanging down.

Several fast horses galloped across the street, the riders dressed in the standard leather armor of the Sky Patrol Bureau, covered in dust and cigarette ash.

At first glance, it really did look like someone who had emerged from the chaos to deliver an order. The leader pulled on the reins, and the horse's front hooves scraped against the bluestone slabs with a screeching sound.

The man in the lead had an ordinary face, a low nose bridge, and a narrow face; he was the kind of person you could easily forget in a crowd.

After dismounting, he strode up to Yi Yang, took out a black token, and without a closer look, it was identical to the one used by Chen Wuyai's personal guards.

"Chief Steward Yi."

The man lowered his voice and said urgently:

"Deputy Director Chen has issued an urgent order for you to immediately proceed to the West City Armory to assist in its defense, in case of an attack by the Nine Evil Cult and mountain bandits!"

"The Nine Evil Cult and bandits are launching attacks from all sides tonight. If the armory is lost, half the county will be turned upside down."

"Please have Steward Yi set off immediately."

Hearing the other party's urgent voice, Yi Yang narrowed his eyes and pondered in his heart: Armory?

find him?

An old man who appears to only have four levels of Qi and Blood?

Even if Chen Wuyai were out of his mind, he wouldn't have come up with this kind of scheduling.

With the county town in such chaos and the recent incident at the South City Jail, why transfer the new jailer away from the scene of the crime?

Moreover, he dared not say he recognized all of Chen Wuyai's personal guards.

However, the guards who had previously interacted with the government offices and appeared when escorting Feng Haiyuan all knew his mannerisms and mannerisms, but they had no recollection of this person at all.

Yi Yang took the token with both hands, glanced down at it, and saw that the token was very realistic.

The texture, weight, wear on the edges, and even the marks left from years of wearing it close to the body all indicate that it's not fake.

Yi Yang immediately adopted the respect and fear characteristic of someone facing a trusted superior, and obeyed the other party's orders, saying:

"Your subordinate obeys."

Seeing that Yi Yang obeyed the order, the leading man looked at him, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes, and said:

"Then let's go. We don't have enough horses, so Steward Yi will walk with us and take the shortcut."

"well."

Yi Yang returned the token, rubbed his lower back, and said with a wry smile, "My bones are completely worn out tonight."

The man didn't respond to that, but turned around and led the way. Five "patrolmen" escorted Yi Yang away from the South City Prison.

Yi Yang followed among the group, slowing his pace and walking with a slight hunchback, looking like a tired old man.

However, his internal energy was already circulating in his dantian, and his five senses spread out to explore the other party's information.

A moment later, Yi Yang withdrew his probe. Sure enough, these people were not simple. The leader in front had strong blood and qi, and his muscles and bones were solid, indicating that he was at the sixth level of blood and qi.

The other four people were all at the fifth level of Qi and Blood perfection.

"Good heavens, instead of using this lineup to help defend against the Nine Evil Cult's attack, they've brought in an old man at the 'Fourth Level of Qi and Blood' to help defend the armory?"

Yi Yang lowered his eyelids, having already gone through the situation in his mind.

The conclusion is that Chen Wuyai would not have deployed people in this way. If the Zhang family were to ensure the smooth operation of the South City Prison, they would not be so generous as to send a Qi and Blood Level 6 expert with four Level 5 experts to carry out the operation.

The Zhang family had already sent people to infiltrate, so there was no need to do it again. Feng Haiyuan of the Nine Evil Cult was not that valuable.

So, the remaining answer, with just one name, came to mind: "Wang Gongqin of the Nine Evil Sect!"

Thinking of this name, Yi Yang lowered his eyes, his right hand resting on the hilt of his knife.

He wasn't in a hurry. It seemed the other party wanted to take him to a secluded place. The county town was in such a mess that it wouldn't be convenient to fight in the street, and it might even expose more things.

Wang Gongqin walked slightly ahead and to the side, thinking to herself with great pleasure, "This old bastard has taken the bait."

He was certainly not Chen Wuyai's personal guard; he was Wang Gongqin, one of the Grand Stewards of the Nine Evil Sects.

After the abandoned village ancestral hall, he attacked Yunwen Town, hoping to find the whereabouts of the longsword. Although he found nothing, he still locked onto his target:

"Yi Yang! He's the most likely candidate."

Afterwards, Wang Gongqin felt that his strength was insufficient, so he went into seclusion to break through to the sixth level of Qi and Blood. He only came out of seclusion three days ago, and his strength has now reached the sixth level of Qi and Blood, making him one of the strongest people in Yunlin County.

He had just left the pass when he heard that Feng Haiyuan had been imprisoned in the South City Prison, and that the Zhang family had used this as a pretext to set up a trap.

Upon learning of this, Wang Gongqin immediately changed her plans.

Since chaos will erupt throughout the city once the plan begins, there's no need for me to force my way into the Sky Patrol Division.

They'll disguise themselves as members of the Sky Patrol Bureau, take Yi Yang, the old jailer, away, interrogate him about the whereabouts of the black-patterned longsword, and then kill him to silence him.

This plan is very clean and convenient, and it also avoids the commotion that would cause a direct confrontation with Chen Wuyai, who is at the Inner Qi Realm.

As for Yiyang?

After Wang Gongqin was released, she learned about what had happened to Yi Yang during this period through the Zhang family's channels:

He ranked thirteenth in the quarterly exam, reached the fourth level of Qi and Blood in the external transmission, and was able to hide until he reached the fifth level. He was then promoted to the position of jailer in the South City Prison.

After receiving this intelligence, Wang Gongqin even felt that taking matters into her own hands was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

But that black-patterned longsword was different; it was the only thing that allowed him to turn the tide after his defection from Jinyang Temple.

Whoever takes it will die!

As the two, each with their own thoughts, continued onward, the group turned two corners and arrived at a narrow alley on the outskirts of town.

Finally, Wang Gongqin stopped, and the other four members of the Nine Evil Cult also stopped, scattering to block all escape routes.

The leading man turned around, a cold smile appearing on his sinister face, and said, "We've arrived."

Upon hearing the other person's words, Yi Yang pretended to look up blankly:

"Sir, isn't the armory still to the west?"

Wang Gongqin stared at him, her voice becoming low and hoarse as she spoke:

"Steward Yi, hand over the goods."

Upon hearing this, Yi Yang frowned, his tone carrying displeasure at being slighted:

"My lord, what are you saying? This humble servant is ignorant."

"Still pretending?"

Wang Gongqin raised her hand and tore off the human skin mask from her face. A thin layer of skin was peeled off, revealing her slender and handsome true face.

If it weren't for the intense bloodlust in his eyes, his face would have resembled that of a down-on-his-luck scholar.

But at this moment, only resentment and fanaticism remained on the scholar's face.

"Old man!"

"The black-patterned longsword you stole from the ancestral hall in the deserted village, before the blood array!"

"Hand it over!"

His voice trembled, not from fear, but from the long-suppressed desire that was finally about to be fulfilled.

Upon seeing the other party reveal their true colors, Yi Yang took a half step back, his expression perfectly feigning fear, even his Adam's apple bobbing as he trembled as he spoke:

"You...you are a heretic from the Nine Evil Sect!"

"The Celestial Patrol Bureau isn't far from here. Do you dare intercept and kill an official from the Celestial Patrol Bureau in the county town?"

Wang Gongqin laughed fiercely, saying nonchalantly, "The Sky Patrol Division? Who cares about this place tonight?"

He raised his hand and waved it, and the four men beside him drew their weapons. The blades were gleaming, the short axes were thick, and the other two used long, thin hook blades.

With four people at the fifth level of Qi and Blood perfected, they had an old man cornered in a narrow alley; it seemed like a sure win for them.

"Last chance. Blade or life." Wang Gongqin impatiently stretched out her hand as a warning. Seeing that Yi Yang did not reply, she raised her hand and ordered, "Cripple him."

Upon hearing this, the four Qi and Blood Level 5 experts beside him moved simultaneously, their blades slashing from four different angles. The four coordinated skillfully, their blades moving with ruthless precision.

Even someone at the sixth level of Qi and Blood would be caught off guard and flustered, but Yi Yang vanished the moment the blade struck.

Crossing the river by skimming the water.

With a light touch of his toes on the ground, he passed through the gap between the four blades.

fast.

Too fast.

The water-skimming crossing unfolded in the narrow alley. His toes landed silently, yet his movements were so fast that they were dazzling. Wang Gongqin's subordinates, who were closest to him, only saw the hem of his clothes brush past, and a thin red line appeared on his neck.

He tried to raise his hand to touch it, and blood spurted out.

Yi Yang had already drawn his knife and turned to the second person. The second person raised his knife to block, but was still a beat too slow.

Nine Peaks Blade, a perilous peak.

The blade slid in unconventionally, skimming along the lower edge of the opponent's weapon, and slashed diagonally at the chest.

His armor cracked, his bones split open, and he stumbled back two steps before collapsing against the wall.

The third person's pupils shrank to a single point, and he turned and retreated.

retreat?

With a flick of his wrist, Yi Yang unleashed a sharp slash.

The blade flickered, aiming straight for the throat; the man's throat bone was pierced, and he didn't even have time to scream.

The fourth henchman roared and swung his sword horizontally, trying to force Yi Yang back.

Yi Yang retaliated with a strange strike, the blade's trajectory twisting and turning in mid-air, severing the fourth man's blade along with his arm.

The blade continued its horizontal slash, sending the man's head flying. The head rolled to the corner of the alley and only stopped when it hit the base of the wall.

It happened in no more than two breaths.

All four of his subordinates, all at the fifth level of perfection, are dead.

The stench of blood filled the alley, and the heat mingled with the night breeze, hitting Wang Gongqin's face, causing the mockery on his face to freeze.

That face, which had been so confident of victory, turned horribly ugly. Four level-five experts were not four chickens, but under Yi Yang's blade, they couldn't even last a few more moves.

What kind of swordsmanship is this? What kind of movement technique is this?

This old thing isn't a level four prison guard at all; he's a monster in old man's skin! Looking at Yi Yang's figure, Wang Gongqin's Adam's apple bobbed, and she took a half-inch step back.

Yi Yang slowly straightened his back; the hunchback, the fear, and the signs of old age disappeared, leaving only a cold, hard, and confident composure.

Blood dripped down the sword, making a soft sound as it tapped on the bluestone slab.

"Wang Gongqin," Yi Yang looked at him and asked softly, "Do you want that knife?"

When Yi Yang's question came, Wang Gongqin's throat tightened. Although the other party admitted that the knife was in his hands, this should have been a happy thing.

However, due to Yi Yang's strength, this instantly turned into a bad thing:

"You... have reached the sixth level of Qi and Blood perfection?"

"No, that movement technique, that swordsmanship... you've been hiding it all along!"

Yi Yang didn't turn around but took a step forward. As his aura spread, an invisible pressure filled the narrow alley.

Wang Gongqin's blood and qi, which had just broken through to the sixth level, were momentarily stunned by this pressure. He bit his tongue, the taste of blood spreading in his mouth, and his eyes blazed with redness.

Blood trickled down his neck, up his face, and into his arms as he roared, "Hide your mother!"

"I'll fight you to the death!"

Wang Gongqin lunged forward, striking out with both palms. Layers of bloody palm shadows overlapped, a foul stench filled the air, and the wall plaster was scraped and crumbled by the force of her palm strikes.

Yi Yang did not retreat, but simply gripped the standard longsword in his hand tightly, unleashing the ninth move of the Nine Peaks Blade: Absolute Peak!

With a single, decisive slash, the blade's edge cleaved the bloodied palm in two.

Wang Gongqin's evil palm strike was split in two, and before the residual force could dissipate, the blade's edge had already grazed her chest.

Flesh and blood were torn apart, revealing white bones. Wang Gongqin screamed and flew backward, her back slamming into the wall, leaving spiderweb-like cracks on the surface.

He slid to the ground, blood gushing from his chest, which he couldn't stop with his hands.

Why...?

"I'm clearly already at level six..."

Yi Yang walked up to him, the knife tip pressed against his throat, and asked the question he wanted to know: "What secret does that knife hold?"

Hearing the question, Wang Gongqin, panting heavily, her face a mixture of resentment and unwillingness, suddenly laughed—a strange laugh—and tried to reply, "You understand?"

"Then die with regrets!"

His blood and qi surged wildly, his blood vessels bulged, and his whole body seemed to be filled with evil fire, with a terrifying throbbing coming from under his skin.

This was an attempt to self-destruct. Yi Yang's eyes turned cold, and he lightly thrust the tip of his knife into Wang Gongqin's throat.

The internal energy was expelled along the blade and went straight into Wang Gongqin's chest cavity. Wang Gongqin's heart meridian shattered. In the end, Wang Gongqin stared wide-eyed, gurgled twice in her throat, blood bubbles rose, and her head tilted to one side.

Wang Gongqin, the Grand Deacon of the Nine Evil Cults, is dead.

Yi Yang sheathed his sword with a practiced ease that was almost heartbreaking. He looked down at the corpse and said speechlessly, "Why didn't you speak properly when I asked you a question?"

"They just have to go for the fancy stuff."

Why bother?

He squatted down and began searching them. Wang Gongqin's four subordinates had a considerable amount of silver notes on them, totaling more than seven hundred taels.

There were also two bottles of pills, several Nine Evil Cult secret tokens, and several counterfeit Sky Patrol Commander tokens.

Wang Gongqin was even fatter, carrying three thousand taels of silver notes, some loose silver, two small porcelain bottles, and a black domino.

Most importantly, there was also a piece of animal skin paper hidden close to his body, the purpose of which he did not know. Yi Yang also put it away.

As for the corpses, given the chaos in the South City prison and the county town tonight, it's only natural that there would be a few more corpses of the Nine Evil Cult members.

Just as Yi Yang had put away the last token and was about to leave, a soft rustling sound of clothes breaking in the wind came from the alley entrance.

It's so light that ordinary martial artists can't even catch it.

But Yi Yang heard it.

He turned around.

A figure appeared at the alley entrance without anyone noticing.

He stood there dressed entirely in black, except for his eyes, which were covered by a special black cloth.

The man did not speak, but his aura was obscure and difficult to discern; though he was clearly at the alley entrance, he seemed to have melted into the night.

Yi Yang tightened his grip on the knife, as if he wanted to curse:

"Wang Gongqin just died, and now another one has appeared. Tonight, Yunlin County is going to be ridiculously lively."

The man in black stood amidst the stench of blood, confronting Yi Yang across the distance.