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

Three days later.

Inside the cell of the South City Prison, Yi Yang sat cross-legged. As he practiced his cultivation technique, the Qi within his body slowly advanced along the gaps between his skin and bones, transforming his physical form.

The progress of the Martial Body Tempering has reached 2860. It should have been able to break through long ago, but in the past few days, Yi Yang has devoted some of his energy to the movement technique "Crossing the River by Touching Water", so it has been a bit slower.

Even so, this skill only needs a little over a hundred more points to officially cross the threshold of minor mastery.

This is the source of Yi Yang's confidence stemming from his "sixty times" talent.

Just as Yi Yang was cultivating, a knock came at the door.

Upon hearing the sound, Yi Yang opened his eyes, gathered his internal energy back into his dantian, straightened his official robes, and then went to open the door.

As for the aura emanating from the figure outside the door, he was familiar with it; it was the former chief guard of the Sky Patrol Division, whom the two had met before.

Upon opening the door, the chief's personal guard standing outside respectfully said, "Chief Steward Yi, the chief invites you in."

After learning the purpose of their visit, Yi Yang nodded in agreement and followed his personal guards out of the prison.

The stench of blood on the street had long since dissipated. All the shops were open, and people were carrying loads, hawking their wares, or squatting against the wall eating melon seeds, going about their business as usual.

As the two walked by, the people walking along the roadside recognized Yi Yang and his guards' official uniforms and stepped aside to make way for them. Some even cupped their hands in greeting.

"He walked this road half a year ago, but he didn't have this status back then, so naturally he didn't receive such treatment." Thinking of this, Yi Yang's lips twitched, but he walked on at a leisurely pace.

Headquarters of the Sky Patrol Bureau, public housing.

This time, only Qi Shujian was in the room.

With Chen Wuyai and Song Tiecheng absent, the room felt much more relaxed, lacking the oppressive atmosphere created by the combined aura of the three.

Upon seeing Yi Yang's arrival, Qi Shujian sat down behind the table with a teacup in hand, skipping the formalities and speaking directly:

"I have news about the descendants of Pang Qing that you asked me to investigate."

These words made Yi Yang pause for a second.

Qi Shujian put down his teacup and spoke slowly and deliberately, but he quickly explained the matter clearly. For a county director, finding someone was very simple; they had far too many people at their disposal.

In short, the Pang family's grain shop had closed down three generations ago. On their way to move to another county, they were attacked by bandits, resulting in the death of the entire family.

Before leaving, the descendants of the Pang family entrusted the ancestral cultivation method on silk to a remote Taoist temple on the outskirts of the county for worship. Fortunately, the temple is still there, so the cultivation method recording the subsequent path of Yiyang was not lost.

After explaining, Qi Shujian took a yellowed silk scroll from the table and placed it on the edge of the table.

Yi Yang quickly stepped forward, took the item with both hands, and examined it.

The moment the silk scroll was unfolded, a mellow, aged scent of ink mixed with the smell of time wafted out; the item was remarkably well-preserved.

The first five seal characters are "Yi Wood Internal Qi Chapter".

Yi Yang's gaze swept down a few lines, and the pressure on the edge of the silk scroll unconsciously increased.

Qi Sea undergoes initial transformation, clear and turbid return to their origin, heavenly rain descends upon the crown.

The complete cultivation path for the three realms, including the mantras, mental techniques, and energy circulation routes, is all on it.

At the same moment, as Yi Yang examined the panel deep within his mind—a panel visible only to him—a line of text silently appeared:

[Yi Wood Health Preservation Exercise - Internal Qi Chapter, Level 1 (0/150000)]

Seeing that the cheat code had included the cultivation technique, Yi Yang finally relaxed. It seemed that this cultivation technique was genuine. He showed only a little excitement and said:

"Thank you, Director."

Yi Yang carefully rolled up the silk scroll and put it into his bosom, then bowed respectfully.

Upon hearing Yi Yang's thanks, Qi Shujian waved his hand dismissively, seemingly unconcerned.

Seeing how much Qi Shujian valued him, Yi Yang didn't hesitate and brought up the second matter:

"My lord, I have another matter to ask you."

Hearing that there was another unexpected situation, Qi Shujian picked up his teacup and slightly raised his eyelids: "Speak."

"At the Cangyun Martial Arts Academy, Zhang Songqing's mistake has implicated dozens of innocent disciples. Deputy Steward Qin has handed over all relevant evidence from the academy to the Martial Law Hall. The academy's master, Liu An, is respectful and fully cooperating."

Yi Yang spoke slowly, but every word was carefully chosen to ensure he didn't say anything wrong, since he had been paid.

"The youngest of those children was only thirteen or fourteen years old. They came to the academy just to learn some skills to make a living. They had no connection with the Zhang family whatsoever."

After speaking, Yi Yang shut up, not adding a single word, nor directly pleading for the people of the martial arts school. In the end, this matter was decided by Qi Shujian.

Upon hearing what Yi Yang said, Qi Shujian did not immediately respond or express his opinion. He simply put the teacup to his lips and took a sip. The steam blurred his resolute face, making it impossible to see his expression.

After five or six breaths, he said calmly:

"Understood, I will handle it accordingly."

As he said this, Qi Shujian tapped his right index finger lightly twice on the table.

Du, du.

Having accomplished his task, Yi Yang's brows relaxed almost imperceptibly. He had seen this gesture before; it was the same one he used when he agreed to help investigate Pang Qing's descendants, indicating that the other party was considering it.

With the favors settled, Yi Yang mentally marked off Qin Ju's matter.

"in addition--"

After his finger stopped, Qi Shujian didn't let Yi Yang leave. Instead, he changed the subject and said:

"You should set off in two days. At that time, Song Tiecheng will be going to Suining Prefecture to report on his duties and hand over orders. You can go with him."

Hearing Qi Shujian say this, Yi Yang's heart stirred slightly.

Qi Shujian continued, "The Nine Evil Cult case in Yunlin County is closed. Two chief deacons are dead, two former altar masters have been executed, and all strongholds have been cleaned up. The mission that the three of us brothers took on is officially over. Song Tiecheng is going to hand in the case report and will drop you off on the way."

With a powerful expert at the Inner Qi Realm accompanying you, safety is naturally a given.

But then Yi Yang thought of another aspect: with Song Tiecheng by his side, his actions along the way were all within the other's five senses, and this situation also needed to be taken into account.

However, this matter is nothing to Yi Yang now.

Seeing this, Yi Yang did not refuse, but instead bowed and replied, "This humble servant obeys."

After seeing Yi Yang agree, Qi Shujian stood up, walked around the long table to the window, turned his back to Yi Yang, and casually tossed out a sentence.

"The water in Suining Prefecture is ten times deeper than that in Yunlin County."

Qi Shujian turned his head, his profile sharply defined in the sunlight streaming in from the window, and continued, "But once you get there, your age will actually be your best protection."

His lips curved slightly, and his tone suggested he was talking about something extremely interesting.

"No one would be wary of a sixty-year-old man."

These words were spoken very softly, but they sent a chill down Yi Yang's spine.

Qi Shujian did indeed find out about his situation, but how much did he actually know?

Yi Yang didn't ask, nor did he intend to. The other party didn't seem to be an enemy of him.

"Thank you for your guidance, Director. I've taken it to heart," Yi Yang said before leaving the office.

The sunlight fell on my shoulders, warm and cozy.

When Yi Yang walked out of the gate of the Sky Patrol Office, his pace was three times faster than when he came.

He went straight to Lei Yun Martial Arts School. He had finished one task, but there was still one more: he had promised Mu Fenghai that he would give him the pills.

These past few days, Mu Fenghai has clearly been waiting for Yi Yang.

Upon entering, Yi Yang reported that the other party was already standing in the front hall, dressed in a dark blue martial arts robe, with his back straight.

Upon seeing the other party, Yi Yang didn't waste any words and took out the small black brocade box from his pocket and handed it over.

"I obtained this from the Director in exchange for the Purple Spirit Flower. Please take it, Master."

Seeing that Yi Yang had actually kept his promise, Mu Fenghai was excited. He took the brocade box with both hands, and the moment he opened the lid, the glowing blue light of the pills reflected on his face.

After confirming that there were no problems, he closed the lid, carefully put the brocade box away from his body, and turned around to take out a scroll of silk from the cabinet.

"As previously agreed, this is the follow-up technique of the 'Thunder Sound Mantra' that I promised before," Mu Fenghai handed the silk scroll to Yi Yang, his tone steady: "If Steward Yi has any requests in the future, Thunder Cloud Martial Arts School will not shirk its duty."

Yi Yang accepted the silk scroll, cupped his hands in greeting, and said nothing fancy.

The transaction between the two parties is now settled.

After leaving the Lei Yun Martial Arts School, Yi Yang looked down at the two scrolls of silk he was carrying in his arms.

One of the volumes was "Yi Mu Yang Sheng Gong: Internal Qi Chapter," which he had been searching for for months.

One volume contains a superior sonic martial art that can control the field and suppress people.

With the addition of Zhang Bonian's previous relic, "Horizontal Refinement of Martial Body," it can now be said that he not only has a variety of methods, but each one is also quite formidable. Perhaps even a strong person at the second level of internal energy would not be his match.

Thinking of this situation, Yi Yang smiled and walked home with light steps.

After returning to the courtyard, he first locked all the silk scrolls in a hidden compartment, then sat down at the stone table and began to plan his cultivation strategy in his mind.

The first level of the Internal Energy Chapter requires 150000 experience points to be considered complete.

With a 60x enhancement, it would take three years to cultivate every day, but that's without relying on precious elixirs. If there were precious elixirs to enhance it, it would naturally be much faster.

Now that he has the Purple Spirit Flower in hand, and with the various kinds of pills and silver notes he has accumulated over this period, which he can exchange for precious pills in the prefectural city, his progress will naturally be much faster.

The main focus has been set: to fully commit to achieving the second level of internal energy.

After practicing the Martial Arts Body Technique twice more, you will achieve a minor success, and your physical defense will reach a new level.

I've almost mastered the skill of crossing rivers by skimming the water, and it will be crucial for survival once I leave the county town.

Three lines run in parallel, and none of them can be neglected.

As for the newly acquired Thunder Sound Mantra, it will be ranked fourth for now. It's not too late to start using it after we settle down in Suining Prefecture.

Yi Yang went over the plan in his mind three times, and after confirming that nothing had been missed, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The evening breeze blew in from outside the courtyard wall, carrying the aroma of the neighbor's cooking.

Jiang Yuexin brought the food out of the kitchen, set out the bowls and chopsticks, and then sat quietly opposite.

After the grandfather and grandson had eaten a few bites, Yi Yang put down his chopsticks and said softly:

"Yue Xin".

Hearing her grandfather call her name, Jiang Yuexin looked up at the opposite side.

"Grandpa is going to Suining Prefecture on business the day after tomorrow, which may take some time. I will also inquire about your parents' situation then."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuexin's chopsticks froze in mid-air, her lips pursed, and she remained silent for a long time.

Unaware of what was happening, Yi Yang continued, "Uncle Zhao and Huang Yushu will stay here to take care of you, Aunt Yang Hui will look after you, and Qianyang Tower will send money every month, so your food, clothing, and daily necessities will not be lacking—"

"I'm going with my grandpa."

Jiang Yuexin put the chopsticks back on the rim of the bowl, her voice not loud, but her tone left no room for negotiation.

Yi Yang frowned and said worriedly, "It's not that Grandpa wants to be separated from you, it's just that the prefectural city is not like the county town, the waters run deep—"

"I don't care."

The fifteen-year-old girl stared at him, her eyes reddening, her voice trembling.

"From Sanmu Village to Yunwen Town, and from Yunwen Town to the county seat, Grandpa always walked alone, and I waited alone."

She sniffed, her voice growing softer and softer.

"I don't want to wait alone anymore."

As the last few words came out, tears streamed down my face, splashing onto the table and leaving a small water stain.

Upon seeing this situation, Yi Yang opened his mouth, but the prepared argument that "it's safer for you to stay in the prefectural city" stuck in his throat, and he couldn't get it out.

He looked at the still somewhat childish face opposite him.

This girl has lived with her grandmother since she was a child. She is Yi Yang's younger sister. Her parents are missing, and her father's relatives don't know anything about her either. After her grandmother died, she was entrusted to Yi Yang's care. Over the years, the two of them have become the closest of relatives.

What's the point of talking about deep or shallow water? If she doesn't follow him, who will?

Thinking of this, Yi Yang sighed, patted Jiang Yuexin on the head twice, and said, "Alright, alright, stop crying. We'll go together then."

Jiang Yuexin was stunned for a moment, tears still on her face, but the corners of her mouth curved up.

That smile was like sunshine after rain.

Yi Yang's heart softened at her smile, but he didn't mince words: "Hurry up and eat. Pack your luggage tomorrow, and bring everything you need. Don't forget anything."

"Um!"

Jiang Yuexin nodded vigorously, and picked up her chopsticks to eat rice twice as fast as before.

into the night.

Yuexin went back to her room.

Yi Yang closed the courtyard gate and returned to the prayer mat, sitting cross-legged.

He took out the silk book "Yi Mu Health Preservation Exercise: Internal Qi Chapter" from the hidden compartment and, by candlelight, memorized the first level's energy circulation route from beginning to end.

It is completely different from the previous six levels.

The first six stages are about tempering the physical body and refining the muscles, bones, skin, and internal organs.

The approach of the Internal Qi Chapter is completely reversed—it guides the pure Qi in the Qi Sea to circulate along specific meridians. After each cycle, a more refined "Yi Wood Pure Qi" is condensed from the thick Qi Sea and poured into the depths of the Dantian.

The more the pure energy condenses, the purer it becomes; the purer it becomes, the thicker it grows. When it becomes thick enough to break through a critical point, it signifies the perfection of the first level of internal energy.

Yi Yang closed the silk book and put it back in the hidden compartment, then closed his eyes and regulated his breathing.

Three days later, he activated his Qi Sea according to the route recorded in the silk scroll.

The pure energy enters the meridians and travels slowly along them. The first cycle is extremely slow, and there is a slight astringent sensation at each acupoint, which is the process of the meridians adapting to the new route.

But the astringent sensation comes and goes quickly.

With the blessing of sixty times, after completing one round of energy cultivation, numbers popped up on the panel.

[Yi Wood Health Preservation Exercise - Internal Qi Chapter, Level 1 (60/150000)]

Yi Yang didn't stop, and started again immediately on the second round.

The third time.

Fourth time.

……

After six consecutive cycles, the panel stopped at 360 degrees.

When he finished practicing, Yi Yang felt that the wisp of pure energy in his dantian was slightly more condensed than before. Although the change was very small, the direction was correct.

The total of 150,000 seems daunting, but every step is taken one at a time.

Moreover, he also had the Purple Spirit Flower and a full stash of pills and silver notes in his arms.

The road to Suining Prefecture is quite long; it will give him plenty of time to practice.

Yi Yang opened his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Even starting at sixty, one can still leave young people far behind.

He turned over and lay down, pulled the thin blanket over his shoulders, and soon fell into a peaceful sleep.

At the same time.

Thirty miles outside Yunlin County, in a dilapidated ancestral hall in a deserted village.

There was a hole in the roof of the ancestral hall, and moonlight leaked in, shining on the two golden robes.

Jingyuan sat cross-legged in front of the broken offering table, his face gloomy.

"It's confirmed." His voice was very low: "Wang Gongqin doesn't have 'Xuanyuan' on her."

Jingming, sitting opposite him, clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking.

"The knife is in the hands of the person who killed him."

Jingyuan did not refute this judgment, but instead took out a thin piece of paper from his sleeve and unfolded it. The paper listed more than a dozen names, which were the information of all the people related to the location where Wang Gongqin's body was found during the chaos last night.

One of the names was circled in vermilion ink.

Yiyang.

The head jailer of the southern city, a candidate for the chief inspector, was on duty at the jail that night, but appeared in the city after the riot ended.

Jingyuan put the paper back into his sleeve and said with a cold look in his eyes:

"I received news that this person will set off for Suining Prefecture with Song Tiecheng in two days."

Jingming raised his head, his half-closed eyelids lifted, revealing his captivating pupils.

Jingyuan's voice was very soft, so soft that only the two of them could hear it.

"Once we got on the road, Qi Shujian wasn't there to protect us."

He stood up, brushed the dust off the corner of his robe, and said in a chilling tone:

"That will make everything easier."

Two golden figures pushed open the broken wooden door and disappeared into the thick night.