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

As dawn broke, the smell of blood still lingered in Yunlin County.

Last night's massive purge burned half the inner city and terrified all the martial arts schools.

Inside the Lei Yun Martial Arts School, the school's master, Mu Fenghai, sat at the head of the table, his teacup already cold after a long while.

The instructors below hung their heads, none daring to speak, clearly frightened by the Sky Patrol Division's drastic actions.

Seeing that no one spoke, Mu Fenghai put down his teacup, the bottom of which made a soft sound as it tapped on the table, and calmly said, "Bring out all the account books from the past three years regarding our dealings with the Zhang and Wang families."

One of the instructors whispered, "Master, some of the accounts... aren't looking too good."

Mu Fenghai raised his eyes and said angrily, "At a time like this, you're still thinking about these things. It's better to have a bad account than a bad head. It's more important to sever ties with these two families as soon as possible, otherwise you won't even have a chance to regret it when the Sky Patrol Division's soldiers come."

Upon hearing this, the instructor shrank back and dared not utter another word.

The situation wasn't much better at the White Tiger Martial Academy. The academy master, wearing an outer robe and with his hair unkempt, stood in the storeroom and asked:

"Where is the gift from the Zhang family?"

"Reporting to the Master, it's in the third storeroom."

"Seal it up, put a note on it, and send it to the Sky Patrol Bureau tomorrow. Anyone who dares to take a single penny will be crippled by me personally."

One disciple muttered under his breath, "Isn't that a bit too cowardly?"

The head of the courtyard turned around and cursed, "Coward? Didn't you see how many people were kneeling in front of the Zhang family last night? If you want to be tough, go and show me how tough you are in front of Director Qi."

The disciple immediately shut up.

The entire martial arts community in Yunlin County was terrified.

But in terms of atmosphere alone, the Cangyun Martial Arts School has the most oppressive atmosphere.

On the training ground, the disciples stood in several rows. No one practiced their punches, no one talked or laughed, and they even held their breath.

Zhang Songqing.

He is the senior disciple of the Cangyun Martial Arts School and a core member of the Zhang family.

Not long after the incident of dismantling Lei Yun Martial Arts School and Yi Zhanzhi during the quarterly exam, the Zhang family's secrets were raided by the Sky Patrol Division last night.

One of the disciples whispered, "Won't the Sky Patrol Division think our martial arts school is also part of the Zhang family?"

The disciple next to him glared at him and cursed, "Shut up! If you want to die, don't drag us down with you."

"Did I say something wrong? Zhang Songqing usually lives in the academy, uses our training room, and eats our medicinal cuisine. If something happens to him, who dares to say they have no connection whatsoever?"

After those few words, everyone's faces turned pale.

At this moment, Liu An, the owner of the largest martial arts school in Yunlin County, came out from the back room.

He was no longer young; his temples were gray, but his back was still straight. However, the blue martial robe he wore today made him appear somewhat weary compared to his usual self. He noticed the crowd still whispering and scolding him.

"What's all the noise about?"

Upon hearing this, the disciples quickly lowered their heads.

Looking at these young faces, Liu An felt a lump in his throat. The Cangyun Martial Arts School had been established for many years and had competed with the Leiyun Martial Arts School in its early years. He had fallen behind, but later, as his strength improved and he reached the sixth level of Qi and Blood Perfection, the Leiyun Martial Arts School was now inferior to him.

Even if their own disciples crippled their talented disciples in public, they dared not say anything.

But after last night, Liu An regretted this incident the most. If Zhang Songqing hadn't shown his face, they wouldn't be in this predicament now.

He turned to the instructor beside him and said, "Prepare the horses, I'm going to see Qin Ju."

The martial arts instructor standing nearby was stunned and said, "Master, Senior Brother Qin is now the Deputy Chief of the Sky Patrol Division, he may not be willing to see him."

Liu An glanced at him and said bluntly, "If he won't see me, I'll wait outside."

Half an hour later, Liu An met Qin Ju in a secluded courtyard outside the Observatory.

Qin Ju was still wearing his armor, and his spear was still leaning against the wall. Bloodstains had been wiped from the spear tip, but dark red marks remained.

Last night, he led his team to raid the Red Tiger Gang's headquarters, and his whole being exuded a lingering murderous aura.

Upon seeing Liu An enter, Qin Ju stood up, cupped his hands, and respectfully greeted him:

"Master."

Seeing that his disciple was quite respectful to him, Liu An did not sit down.

Looking at his former disciple, he felt a mix of emotions. Back when Qin Ju was at the Cangyun Martial Arts Academy, he was the previous senior disciple. He was ruthless with his spear skills, had a straightforward temper, and didn't know how to please people.

Later, when he left the academy to join the Imperial Observatory, many people said he had forgotten his roots.

But now?

He became the deputy chief of the Sky Patrol Bureau, and I, as the head of the Cangyun Martial Arts Academy, have to come to his door to ask for his help.

The ways of the world are truly unpredictable.

Thinking of this, Liu An lowered his posture and said, "Qin Ju, I am not here today to pressure you with my status as your teacher, but only to ask you for a favor based on our past relationship."

Qin Ju's eyebrows twitched upon hearing this.

Liu An continued, "Cangyun Martial Arts School did not participate in the Zhang family's affairs. Zhang Songqing was a disciple I recruited because of his talent. He has been in the school for many years. We failed to recognize his talent, and I admit that we were wrong."

Qin Ju did not respond.

Liu An took out a stack of papers from his sleeve.

"These are Zhang Songqing's records of comings and goings within the museum, as well as all his belongings within the museum. I have sealed them all away, awaiting instructions from the Sky Patrol Division. I only beg the Director General to let us off the hook."

Qin Ju looked at the stack of papers but didn't reach out. He had been killing people all night and had seen too many people kneeling and crying out for justice.

Some were genuinely wronged, while others were feigning innocence.

Now is the time for Qi Shujian to purge the old forces. Anyone who speaks up for others will be subject to more suspicion.

How strong is the bond between master and disciple?

weight.

But his future and his head are not light either.

After a long silence, Qin Ju finally said, "Master, this is not a good matter."

Liu An gave a wry smile, indicating that he understood what the other person meant: "I understand."

"What Director Qi wants now is cleanliness. The Cangyun Martial Arts Academy is no longer clean because of Zhang Songqing's name."

Liu An spoke these words in a low and clear tone: "But there are still dozens of children in the martial arts school. They practice their boxing, eat, and get beaten, hoping that one day they can make a name for themselves. They have nothing to do with the Zhang family."

"Qin Ju, I beg you, I don't beg you to save me, I only beg you to leave them a way to live."

Qin Ju felt as if a wet cloth had been stuffed into his chest. He recalled being beaten in the martial arts arena years ago, with Liu An standing under the eaves cursing him. The cursing was very harsh, but he was still able to use those skills today.

Finally, Qin Ju reached out and took the stack of papers, saying, "I'm going to the headquarters of the Sky Patrol Bureau to see the Director-General and explain the situation."

Upon hearing the other person's words, Liu An's expression relaxed.

As Qin Ju was about to leave, he added, "But I can't guarantee the outcome."

Liu An nodded and said with relief, "It's already very good that you're willing to go."

Qin Ju put the paper into his bosom, put on his outer robe, and left without answering.

Meanwhile, at Yi Yang's home.

The aroma of hot porridge wafted through the courtyard. When Jiang Yuexin brought the bowl into the house, Yi Yang was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing an overcoat and with his hair neatly combed. He didn't look like the person who had slaughtered his way through the South City prison the night before.

"Grandpa, have some porridge."

Yi Yang took the bowl, blew on it, and said:

"Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Jiang Yuexin pursed her lips and said worriedly, "They were shouting outside all night, how could I sleep? Grandpa, are you really alright?"

"It's alright. The Sky Patrol Division doesn't need Grandpa to catch bad guys. Grandpa's already back, so what could possibly happen?"

Jiang Yuexin stared at him, recalling the events of last night. Although she was young, she could clearly see the blood on Yi Yang's official robes last night.

Yi Yang felt helpless under her gaze. He tapped the porridge with his spoon and said, "Look, the porridge is getting cold. Your old grandfather's old arms and legs still depend on you for his old age. How can you grow up quickly if you don't eat?"

Jiang Yuexin was so amused that her nose tingled, but she still sat down to the side.

As Yi Yang drank his porridge, his mind was filled with thoughts of the previous night: That esteemed figure should have already reached the third stage of the Inner Qi Realm, the Heavenly Rain Descending stage, by now.

The oppressive presence of that figure standing on the rooftop was like the entire night pressing down on him. If Qi Shujian were to truly turn hostile, Yi Yang was not yet confident of escaping.

Halfway through my porridge, there was a knock on the courtyard gate.

Yi Yang put down the bowl and went to open the door.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Yuexin immediately stood up.

"grandfather?"

"Sit down."

Yi Yang got up, walked behind the door, and spread his ears out.

Two people were outside the door.

One of them had a steady breathing and disciplined steps, which was typical of the Sky Patrol Division.

The other one remained at the alley entrance, not approaching.

There was no ambush, at least not outside the courtyard.

Yi Yang opened the door.

A guard dressed in dark-patterned leather armor stood outside the door. Upon seeing Yi Yang, he immediately clasped his hands in a respectful greeting:

"Manager Yi, the Director requests your presence."

When Jiang Yuexin heard the words "Director" in the room, she knew that the other party was an important person.

She walked out in a few steps, still clutching the hem of her apron, and asked worriedly:

"grandfather……"

Yi Yang turned around and said in a gentle tone, "It's nothing. The director just wants to ask Grandpa a few questions. He'll be back in a moment."

The bodyguard standing nearby said very respectfully:

"Don't worry, young lady, the director only wants to invite Steward Yi over."

Jiang Yuexin couldn't put her mind at ease. In her eyes, the Director of the Sky Patrol Bureau was a celestial being who could turn the entire county upside down with a single word.

Last night was such a mess, and now they're asking Grandpa to come over today. Who wouldn't panic?

Yi Yang went back into the house, took out his official robes and put them on, and then hung up his sword.

As he passed by Jiang Yuexin, he whispered, "Keep the door closed and don't open it for anyone."

Jiang Yuexin nodded, her eyes red.

"Grandpa, come back soon."

As Yi Yang left the courtyard, the personal guards of the Sky Patrol Division led the way.

The bloodstains on the street had not yet been washed away, and many shops were half-open and half-closed.

Yi Yang walked slowly but with his back straight, and said, "Young man, is the Director looking for me about the prison?"

The guard replied politely, "I am only here on orders to invite you; I dare not say anything more."

"Was the director angered?"

The guard glanced at Yi Yang and finally revealed a bit of information, saying, "Chief Steward Yi is overthinking it."

Yi Yang coughed twice and slowly said, "I'm getting old and timid. The prison was in such chaos last night. I'm already incredibly lucky to have come back alive."

The guards did not respond to this.

Yi Yang didn't ask any more questions.

But his thoughts didn't stop along the way.

Qi Shujian let him go last night, but today he sent his personal guards to invite him back.

What could it be?

We've arrived at the headquarters of the Sky Patrol Division.

The gate was heavily guarded, and the smell of blood from last night still lingered on the walls.

As soon as Yi Yang stepped inside, he saw someone standing by the door, a familiar face.

Qin Dynasty phrase.

The newly appointed deputy commander hadn't changed out of his armor yet; there were dried bloodstains on his shoulders. He held a long spear in his hand and stood very straight, but there was a look of fatigue in his eyes.

He had been waiting for a long time.

Pretending not to recognize him, Yi Yang leaned closer to the guard and asked, "What is that Deputy Chief Steward Qin doing standing at the door? Why doesn't he go in?"

The guard lowered his voice and whispered, "Deputy Steward Qin wishes to see the Director to say a few words on behalf of the Cangyun Martial Arts Academy, but the Director has not yet seen him."

Yi Yang responded with an "oh," his old face showing no further reaction.

Qin Ju saw him.

Their eyes met.

Qin Ju's expression changed. He was a newly promoted deputy chief steward who had just made a contribution, and he wanted his sect to plead for him, but he had been waiting outside the door until now.

However, Yi Yang, who appeared old and ranked low as a candidate for chief steward, was personally invited into headquarters by the chief steward's bodyguard.

What exactly does "Director" mean?

Qin Ju tightened his grip on the gun barrel.

Yi Yang simply nodded at him, greeting him as if he were an ordinary colleague.

Although the two had collaborated once, their relationship was not particularly close.

He then continued to slowly follow the guards inside.

Qin Ju stood outside the door, watching the old figure walk through the gate of the Sky Patrol Bureau, a feeling he couldn't quite describe welling up inside him.

He suddenly realized that his past judgment of this Steward Yi was probably very wrong.

Inside the gate, the guards led Yi Yang through the front yard.

The further in you go, the fewer guards there are, and the more tense the atmosphere becomes.

Finally, the two stopped outside the director's office.

The guard bowed and went in to announce, "Chief, Yi Yang has arrived."

Qi Shujian's voice came from inside the room.

"Let him in."