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

Most of the buildings surrounding the main hall of the Xuanjian Pavilion on the back mountain were destroyed. The bluestone slabs on the ground were plowed into furrows by the qi, and rubble and broken wood covered the ground.

When Yi Yang carried Xuan Yi's head down the rocky slope, all that could be heard in the entire back mountain palace complex was the sound of the wind and the crackling of burning embers in the distance.

While the rest of the Xuanjian Pavilion was still engulfed in battle, this battlefield, which had previously belonged to the True Qi Realm Perfection cultivators, had fallen silent.

Yi Yang stepped over the threshold.

The situation inside the main hall was no better than outside.

The altar that enshrined the ancestors of Xuanjian Pavilion had been overturned, and the ground was littered with broken tiles and beams.

At the right wall near the entrance of the main hall, Xu Yuhu, the current head of the Xuanjian Pavilion, lay half-reclined on a collapsed stone slab. The hole in his chest had been simply bandaged with strips of cloth. Although the blood had long since soaked through the cloth, and his face was pale, he had at least survived.

Elder Lu Song of the Xuanjian Pavilion sat three feet away from him, his right hand supporting him on the ground and his left hand holding his ribs. His breathing was hissing and leaking. He had also blocked several attacks from Xuan Yi and was seriously injured.

However, Chief Inspector Lu Quan'an, who should have arrived much earlier, was not there.

Yi Yang scanned the room to make sure there was no one else inside, then walked up to the two men and placed the head he was holding on the ground.

He has a bald head, a round face, and broad brow bones.

Xuan Yi's head rolled half a circle on the bluestone ground before stopping. His eyelids were half-closed and drooping, and the blood on the severed surface had congealed into a dark brown scab.

Lu Song, who struggled to open his eyes, saw this scene and his slow breathing paused for a couple of beats, seemingly unable to believe it.

He stared at the head for three breaths, then looked up at Yi Yang, then looked down at the head again, repeating this process twice.

"This is……"

"Abbot Xuanyi of Jinyang Temple."

Yi Yang took Xuan Yuan off his shoulder and leaned him against the wall, saying...

Seeing that it was really as he had thought, Lü Song opened his mouth.

In another chapter, Xu Yuhu made a move.

He struggled to lift his upper body, supporting himself on the stone slab, which aggravated the wound in his chest, causing him to shudder and a trickle of blood to well up from the corner of his mouth.

But his eyes were fixed on the head on the ground, his pupils focused, and disbelief filled his eyes.

How could the abbot of Jinyang Temple, who had a slight advantage in his fight, have died like this?

The head was even brought in front of him.

"Did you kill him?" Xu Yuhu's voice was hoarse from his serious injuries.

Yi Yang nodded.

Lu Song looked at Yi Yang, then at the bald man on the ground, his mind filled with many incomprehensible thoughts that he couldn't understand no matter how hard he tried.

Can a late-stage True Qi cultivator kill a peak-stage True Qi cultivator?

Although both realms contain the words "True Qi," the difference between them is enormous.

A martial artist who has reached the peak of True Qi can condense a phantom image by activating their Qi, which is already a significant difference from other True Qi realm martial artists. In the late stage of True Qi, there is no essential difference between a martial artist in the form of a phantom image and a martial artist in the form of a Qi and Blood realm martial artist in the form of an Inner Qi realm martial artist.

He had personally witnessed the scene where Xuan Yi activated the illusory image of the Buddha statue.

Once the three-zhang-tall golden Buddha statue unleashed its demon-subduing seal, nothing within a ten-zhang radius could survive.

But unexpectedly, he killed the other party in Yiyang.

Lü Song did not believe it.

But the head lay on the ground, the cross-section neat and tidy, even the golden sheen from the physical transformation on the neck still lingered. It couldn't be faked.

Seeing the confusion in their eyes, Yi Yang took the initiative to explain:

"Gentlemen, my luck played a big part in this battle."

He calmly recounted what had happened: "When I arrived to provide support, I happened to meet Abbot Xuanyi, who was leaving the mountain. I thought I was going to die, but then I saw a sword wound on his chest."

"The wound was deep, exposing the flesh and blood inside, and there was still a trace of sword energy remaining."

At this point, Yi Yang glanced at Xu Yuhu.

"That must have been left by Sect Leader Xu, right?"

Xu Yuhu didn't say anything, but nodded slightly.

Yi Yang continued, "It was precisely because Abbot Xuanyi was seriously injured that I was able to win with great difficulty."

He spoke casually, explaining the process simply.

After hearing this, Lü Song's tense shoulders relaxed a little.

That makes sense.

Xuan Yi first engaged in a perfect battle with the sect leader. The two formed illusory Dharma bodies and clashed. Although the sect leader's flying sword shattered, it still left a wound on Xuan Yi.

That sword wound was no small matter; the sect leader's sword energy was among the most lethal in the entire Suining Prefecture.

With such injuries, it's reasonable to assume that being defeated by a late-stage True Qi expert would be a mistake.

"Lord Yi," Lu Song swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva and praised, "Even if Xuan Yi was seriously injured, he was still at the peak of True Qi. You were able to seize the opportunity to finish him off with one strike. This strength and insight... are not something an ordinary person can possess."

Yi Yang waved his hand, ignoring what he said.

His gaze returned to Xu Yuhu's face.

"Sect Leader Xu, your disciples and Elder Han Zhengqing are all in the dense forest to the southeast, being watched by the Zhenfu Guard. They are not in danger for the time being."

Upon hearing this, Xu Yuhu's tense body, which was heavily injured, finally relaxed a little. He loosened his grip on the sword hilt and let out a deep sigh.

Lu Song's eyes reddened; he hadn't expected their disciple to still be alive—it was truly wonderful. "Thank you, Lord Yi."

Just as Yi Yang was about to say something, footsteps came from outside the hall.

Turning his head, he saw Chief Inspector Lu Quan'an walking in from the direction of the back mountain.

His dark-colored outfit was spotless, and his half-white hair was neatly tied up.

As he entered, he glanced at the bald man on the floor, paused for a moment, and then looked away without showing any surprise.

Yi Yang noticed this detail.

Lu Quan'an was not surprised by Xuan Yi's death.

That means he already knew Xuan Yi had run away, and he knew that the direction he chased after him would lead him to run into this old monk. It's even possible that he deliberately didn't chase after him, letting him handle the situation himself.

But Yi Yang didn't voice this guess; he just silently noted it down.

Lu Quan'an walked up to Xu Yuhu and stood still, looking down at the Xuanjian Pavilion leader for two breaths.

Then he uttered a sentence that made everyone in the hall sink: "The Mystic Stone is gone."

Upon hearing this, Xu Yuhu's body trembled, his already severely injured body becoming somewhat unsteady.

"The seal on the secret chamber in the back mountain was broken from the outside, and the contents inside were taken away."

Xu Yuhu's lips trembled twice, and a mouthful of dark red blood gushed from the corner of his mouth, flowing down his chin and dripping onto the stone slab.

He wasn't vomiting blood because of his injuries, he was just angry.

Mysterious Stone.

The Xuanjian Pavilion's most prized treasure, which has stood for three hundred years, has been kept in a secret chamber in the back mountain for over a dozen generations, personally guarded by successive sect leaders.

It once helped a "Transcendent Realm" expert from the Xuanjian Pavilion to condense his Dharma Body, making it extremely valuable.

His life is ruined; his Qi Sea is damaged, and he has no hope of breaking through. The Profound Thought Stone is useless to him personally now. But it belongs to the sect, and it is the foundation that countless predecessors have risked their lives for over three hundred years.

Now it's actually been lost to him.

"Sect Leader..." Lu Song was also stunned by the news, his lips turning white.

Xu Yuhu tightened his grip on the sword hilt, his nails digging into his palm until blood seeped out.

He closed his eyes, his chest heaving violently five or six times before he managed to force the breath back down.

"who."

His voice carried the crunching sound of his back teeth grinding together.

"Who took it?"

"The Nine Evil Cult Elders' 'Shadow Breath'."

The news caused a brief silence in the hall.

Yi Yang's mind was racing, piecing together all the information he knew.

The Nine Evil Cult Elders are beings at the Profound Realm.

It must have been he who controlled Abbot Xuanyi of Jinyang Temple and, taking advantage of the faction's elite troops being transferred to Donglai County, orchestrated the entire mountain attack.

All the planning, the deaths, the betrayals—it was all for that Mystic Stone in the secret chamber behind the mountain.

Yi Yang thought of the words that Xuan Yi's head had uttered after his death.

"Keep it safe."

"I'll come and get it."

The "it" the voice spoke of did not refer to the Mystic Stone. It referred to the Mystic Abyss.

The other party not only wanted the Xuan Nian Stone, but also had their eyes on the spiritual weapon on his back.

Yi Yang glanced discreetly at Xuan Yuan, who was being carried on his back.

The black blade lay there silently, its dark patterns hidden from view.

"Lord Lu," Yi Yang spoke, his voice low, "where is that elder now?"

Lu Quan'an finally looked at him and calmly said:

"They ran away. They left before I even got to the secret chamber in the back mountain. Even their last traces of energy were wiped out."

Ran.

The expert at the Tongxuan Realm took the item and ran away right under Lu Quan'an's nose.

This illustrates one thing. He was so afraid of Lu Quan'an that he didn't even dare to show his face to him, and ran away after taking the things.

Yi Yang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At least with Lu Quan'an by his side, that old monster at the Tongxuan Realm didn't dare to show his face. He was relatively safe for now.

There was another commotion outside the hall.

A gray-white figure flashed in through the palace entrance.

The newcomer was a tall, thin man in his early fifties. His gray-white Taoist robe was covered with mud and fallen leaves, indicating that he had traveled here at great speed.

He glanced at the horrific scene inside the hall, his gaze lingering on the Xuan Yi head on the ground for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing, but he asked nothing.

The one who came was Zhao Xunge, the sect leader of Cangwu Mountain.

"Sect Leader Zhao." Lu Quan'an turned to look at the visitor. "Abbot Xuan Yi of Jinyang Temple was bewitched by the Nine Evils and led his followers to attack Xuanjian Pavilion. Xuan Yi has been executed, but the Tongxuan Realm elder of the Nine Evils behind him took the Xuanjian Pavilion's treasure, the Xuan Nian Stone, and fled."

Zhao Xunge said with a grave expression, "It's actually a demonic being at the Tongxuan Realm. That's truly a catastrophe."

The Nine Evil Cult elders from within Suining Prefecture have actually appeared. If this news gets out, the entire prefecture will be in an uproar.

"Currently, there are still remnants of the Jin Yang Temple forces active within the Xuanjian Pavilion's mountain gate." Lu Quan'an glanced at Xu Yuhu and Lü Song's injuries. "Sect Leader Xu Yuhu is seriously injured and unable to heal himself. Sect Leader Zhao and Yi Yang, you are the ones who can currently move."

Zhao Xunge nodded, tucked his whisk into his waistband, and spoke crisply.

"Do you need my help? Of course, no problem. I will work with you to clear out those monks from Jinyang Temple."

He looked at Yi Yang, wanting to know his opinion.

"What should we do? Kill all those monks?" Yi Yang asked Lu Quan'an.

Lu Quan paused for a moment, then his deep brown, almost black eyes swept over everyone present.

"Try to subdue them as much as possible; if you encounter a stubborn person, you can handle it yourself."