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

Yi Yang pushed open the courtyard gate.

At the corner of the alley, the figure stepped out of the shadows.

Qin Dynasty phrase.

A graduate of the Cangyun Martial Arts School, he is currently the deputy chief of the Sky Patrol Division. Although he is only thirty-five or thirty-six years old, he has already firmly secured the fifth position in Yunlin County.

Upon seeing the person who arrived, Yi Yang's lips twitched slightly. The two of them had given each other a heads-up in front of the Sky Patrol Headquarters earlier, and he hadn't expected the other person to actually come.

Yi Yang sensed that Qin Ju and Mu Fenghai arrived at about the same time, a little later than his younger brother Yi Xun. However, the moment Mu Fenghai appeared, the aura at the alley entrance stopped moving forward by half a step.

For the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, I stood motionless at the corner against the wall.

Only after Mu Fenghai, Yi Xun, and Liu Fu's footsteps had faded into the distance did this person move.

That makes sense.

Qin Ju comes from the Cangyun Martial Arts School and was previously the deputy head of the school. Now, the Cangyun Martial Arts School is on the verge of collapse due to Zhang Songqing's involvement, and the entire Sky Patrol Division is watching his relationship with his sect.

At this time, he also appeared at the door of Yi Yang's house at the same time as Lei Yun, the martial arts school master with whom he had a grudge.

The two are very likely to have a conflict, leading to an unpleasant parting.

"Chief Steward Yi."

Qin Ju walked closer, holding the gun barrel upright in his right hand and making a standard salute to a subordinate of the Sky Patrol Division with his left hand clasped.

He adopted a very humble posture, not like a deputy chief steward meeting a candidate chief steward, but more like a junior visiting a senior.

Seeing that the other person nodded towards his luggage, Yi Yang stepped aside to make way and said, "Steward Qin, please come in and sit down."

After receiving the invitation, Qin Ju glanced around as he stepped into the courtyard. On the stone table was the brocade box left by Mu Fenghai.

He saw it, but asked nothing. He simply sat down on the stone bench opposite Yiyang and leaned his weapon against the corner of the wall.

Yi Yang picked up the teapot again and poured tea for the two of them.

Qin Ju didn't touch the teacup. He placed his hands on his knees and said directly, "Steward Yi, I won't beat around the bush either."

"explain."

Qin Ju pursed his lips, his request sounding somewhat difficult, but considering that he couldn't even get a meeting with Director Qi, he had no choice but to ask, "I've come here today for the Cangyun Martial Arts Academy."

He raised his head, met Yi Yang's gaze, and said directly, "Zhang Songqing is a member of the Zhang family, that's a fact. He's been in the martial arts school for six years, and the headmaster took him in as a disciple because of his talent, that's also a fact."

Yi Yang held his teacup without speaking, waiting for the other person to finish.

Qin continued, "But the dozens of disciples in the school have absolutely no connection with the Zhang family. They are teenagers who can't even get into the Zhang family's gate. They only come to our martial arts school to learn skills so they can make a living."

"The museum owner, Liu An, has sealed up all of Zhang Songqing's belongings and records of his comings and goings in the museum and handed them over to the Sky Patrol Division, awaiting the Director's decision."

He stopped there, clenched his fist, and then relaxed it.

He came from Cangyun Pavilion, which is his root, but his current position is too sensitive, with countless eyes watching him within the Sky Patrol Division.

Pleading for his sect? Some might say he's a traitor, taking a salary from the Heavenly Patrol Bureau to work for an outside martial arts school.

He couldn't bring himself to plead for Liu An's life. He couldn't bear the thought of facing Liu An's aged face again.

Dilemma.

Yi Yang observed all of this, but he didn't rush to express his opinion. He held the teacup in his hand, his thumb rubbing the rim of the bowl as he pondered slowly.

This silence made Qin Ju realize something.

He took out a stack of silver notes from his pocket, placed them neatly on the stone table, pressed his finger on the notes, and said earnestly, "Director Yi, this five thousand taels represents the sentiments of Cangyun Martial Arts School and myself."

The banknotes were stacked neatly, each one hundred taels in denomination, totaling fifty notes.

Five thousand taels.

This figure would have taken him ten lifetimes to earn if he had worked day and night for six months when he was still chopping firewood in Sanmu Village.

Now? It's so easy to pass on a message for someone.

Seeing that the other party had shown sincerity, Yi Yang put down his teacup, picked up the stack of silver notes with two fingers, didn't count them, and put them directly into his sleeve.

Seeing Yi Yang accept the gift, Qin Ju's slumped shoulders relaxed, it seemed that his matter was likely to be resolved.

"I'll bring it up with the director when I have the chance."

Yi Yang's tone was calm, and he did not give a full guarantee, saying, "I cannot make the decision on the outcome; Deputy Chief Steward Qin should know the situation."

That's enough.

Qin Ju stood up with a happy expression, solemnly clasped his hands and said, "We at Cangyun Martial Arts School will remember the kindness of Steward Yi for asking us to do this."

Seeing this, Yi Yang waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to be so polite.

Qin Ju picked up the Jade Raven Spear from the corner of the wall, slung it over his shoulder, turned around and took two steps, then suddenly stopped.

He turned around, hesitated for a moment, and asked:

"Chief Steward Yi."

"Um?"

"That night in the South City prison... is it true that you killed Feng Haiyuan?"

After asking the question, Qin Ju stared at Yi Yang's face, his eyes filled with a barely restrained probing.

Yi Yang smiled, neither confirming nor denying, nor trying to hide anything.

Just this expression.

Qin Ju understood; this old man was truly a hidden talent, and his sudden discovery was astonishing.

Qin Ju's Adam's apple bobbed, swallowing back the chill that surged within him. He clasped his hands respectfully again and said:

"If Steward Yi ever needs my help in the future, please just let me know."

"Of course, I'll definitely ask you for help if there's anything I can do for you." Yi Yang nodded and said, "Take care."

Qin Ju turned and strode away, the tassel of his spear swaying gently in the morning breeze. His figure disappeared as soon as he stepped out of the alley, clean and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

Yi Yang watched him walk away, closed the courtyard gate, and returned to his room after Shuan pushed him to his death.

The light inside the room dimmed.

He sat down at the table.

There are three things on the table.

On the left are the five thousand taels of silver notes that Qin Ju just received, neatly stacked on the corner of the table.

In the middle is the brocade box left by Mu Fenghai. When opened, the fragrance of the purple spirit flower still wafts out, clear and sweet with a hint of spiciness, making one's entire meridians feel slightly warm.

On the right is another brocade box, smaller in size, entirely black, with dark gold patterns of the Sky Patrol Bureau pressed on the lid.

This black brocade box was delivered late last night.

Qi Shujian's personal guard knocked on the door at midnight, and when he handed it over, he left six words: "The Director's message."

Then the person left without even having a cup of tea.

Yi Yang opened the black brocade box.

Inside, there was a layer of soft velvet cushion, on which lay a pill that was entirely dark blue.

The pill was small, about the size of a longan kernel, with fine patterns flowing across its surface, and it even emitted a faint glow in the dark room.

Baodan.

It's still a recovery-type application.

Yi Yang held the pill to his nose.

The medicine is potent and pure; once inhaled, it travels along the meridians to penetrate every part of the body.

He put the pills back and closed the box.

When the precious pill was delivered last night, Yi Yang didn't think much of it; he just accepted whatever Qi Shujian had bestowed upon him.

But after Mu Fenghai's visit this morning, some things became clear.

What does Mu Fenghai want? A restorative elixir. For whom? Yi Zhanzhi.

What did Qi Shujian bring? Recovery-type pills. When did he bring them? Before Mu Fenghai arrived.

This time difference could be considered a coincidence for ordinary people.

But Qi Shujian is no ordinary person.

Yi Yang tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table.

This director probably anticipated that someone would come knocking on his door about Yi Zhanzhi's matter.

Lei Yun, the master of the martial arts school, personally brought the precious medicine to ask for it, and Yi Yang just happened to have the card that could solve this problem—the timing was perfect, so perfect that it didn't seem like fate, but more like human intervention.

What's the purpose?

Yi Yang squinted.

Let yourself owe him a debt of gratitude, a debt that is neither too big nor too small.

Qi Shujian's plan was shrewd, and Yi Yang internally began to value Qi Shujian even more.

In fact, Yi Yang had no idea that Qi Shujian had extorted the two monks of Jinyang Temple by using Yi Yang's killing of Wang Gongqin as leverage. Qi Shujian giving him one was only to be expected, and he hadn't thought much of it.

But then again—did I lose money on this deal?

He turned his gaze back to the three items on the table and began to calculate the accounts.

The precious pills that Qi Shujian sent were then given to Mu Fenghai as a result of "helping to exchange" them, without him spending a single penny of his own money, making a profit without lifting a finger.

What did we get in return?

A thirteen-year-old Purple Spirit Flower.

Yi Yang's gaze fell on the open brocade box. Purple dried flowers lay quietly on the ice silk, the edges of the petals shimmering with an extremely faint light, a manifestation of overflowing spiritual energy.

Thirteen years is enough to make it the main ingredient for a mid-grade precious pill; its own herbal essence is rich and pure.

Ancient texts record that the Purple Spirit Flower contains a vast and pure essence of plant and tree spirits.

It has excellent effects on nourishing the meridians, cleansing the body of stagnant and impure qi, consolidating the foundation during cultivation, and even calming restlessness and filling the dantian with qi when breaking through cultivation barriers.

The only thing it cannot be directly chewed or refined is that the vitality within the flower is too intense, and forcibly absorbing it can easily damage the body and disrupt the meridians. It is most suitable for use in alchemy and medicine, where its properties can be tempered by furnace fire.

For Yi Yang, who was attempting to break through the dual stages of internal energy cultivation, the value of this item far exceeded its apparent value.

What he needed was not a recovery pill, but resources that could help him open the second gate, and the Purple Spirit Flower happened to be a very important resource.

Unlike humans who cannot consume it directly, Yi Yang, who is protected by internal energy cultivation techniques, can directly ingest it to enhance his cultivation without refining pills.

Besides the Purple Spirit Flower, there is something else important.

Thunderous Mantra.

Mu Fenghai's signature martial art is a superior technique that uses internal energy to generate sound wave vibrations, which can disrupt the enemy's blood circulation, impact their mind, and is both offensive and defensive.

Martial artists below the Inner Qi Realm are almost powerless against this technique, and even enemies of the same level will have their rhythm disrupted instantly if they do not have corresponding protective measures.

Mu Fenghai had used this very tactic to test him back in the courtyard of Qianyang Tower.

The sound wave penetrated his eardrums and entered his brain. If it weren't for the internal energy cultivation within his five internal organs secretly dispelling the shock, Yi Yang would have lost his power on the spot.

Now that this skill is in my hands, I have even more options.

Yi Yang went through today's gains in his mind and came to a conclusion.

Pure profit.

Make a fortune.

Yi Yang closed the two brocade boxes, put away the silver notes, and hid them all deep in a hidden compartment in the corner of the wall.

After finishing, he stood up, stretched his wrists, and exhaled a long breath.

Suining Prefecture.

That was a pool that was larger, deeper, and more dangerous than Yunlin County. The Inner Qi Realm was probably just the starting point there. Various forces were deeply intertwined, and one wrong move could lead to annihilation.

But—the bigger the pond, the fatter the fish.

Yi Yang returned to the futon and sat cross-legged, his internal energy sea slowly circulating.

The circulation route of the Martial Body Training was laid out, and the internal energy was poured into the skin, muscles, and bones in fine, continuous streams.

The numbers on the panel are changing.

Sixty times.

There should be a few days left before I leave.

Every day should be cherished.

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