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

Lu Quan'an stepped into the main hall, his black outfit spotless.

With a casual wave of his hand, a mass of flesh and blood remains, enveloped in cyan true energy, floated in mid-air.

The shape of the object was irregular, but the outline of a human-shaped skeleton could be vaguely discerned. The true energy was sealed so tightly that not even a trace of blood could seep out.

Yi Yang's gaze lingered on the sealed object for a few more moments.

The chief inspector's technique was extremely skillful, without the slightest hint of unfamiliarity. It didn't feel like he was sealing the remains of a Transcendent Realm expert, but rather like he was packing up an ordinary piece of luggage.

Their skill was so advanced it sent chills down my spine.

This is not something that can be achieved through improvisation.

Yi Yang kept this detail in mind but didn't tell anyone.

"Take this back to the Judgment Hall in the prefectural city." Lu Quan'an placed the sealed remains on a relatively intact stone platform in the hall and patted off non-existent dust from his fingers.

Yi Yang responded and went over to take it. The wreckage wasn't heavy, weighing about fourteen or fifteen pounds.

Lu Quan'an turned around, looked at Xu Yuhu leaning against the stone slab, and then at Lü Song curled up against the wall.

He did not sit down, but stood in the very center of the hall, with his hands behind his back, and announced:

Three things.

Xu Yuhu forced himself to sit up straight. Lü Song also raised his head.

"First, Jinyang Temple is to be closed from this day forward. All monks who have come down the mountain are to be detained on the spot and await review by the Court of Judgment. The gates of Jinyang Temple will be guarded by personnel from the Bureau of Heavenly Patrol. No one is allowed to enter or leave until the extent of the infiltration of the Nine Heretical Cults is determined."

No one disagrees with this point. The abbot of Jinyang Temple, Xuanyi, is under the control of a cult and is attacking his fellow practitioners. The evidence is conclusive, and closing the temple is the only reasonable course of action.

"Secondly, the Xuanjian Pavilion will be temporarily under the protection of the Sky Patrol Division. The funds required for its reconstruction will be drawn from the assets confiscated from the Jinyang Temple."

Upon hearing this, Lü Song's eyes reddened again. He opened his mouth as if to say something to express his gratitude, but Lu Quan'an raised his hand to interrupt him.

"Third." Lu Quan'an paused for a moment.

"Zhao Xunge, the sect leader of Cangwu Mountain, was likely intercepted and parasitized by Yin Qi on his way to provide support. It was an accident; Cangwu Mountain itself was not at fault."

He glanced at everyone in the hall and slowly said:

"Someone needs to go to Cangwu Mountain to report this matter, inform them of the cause of their sect leader's death, and appease everyone in the sect."

Yi Yang noticed that Lu Quan'an spoke in a calm tone, as if Zhao Xun'ge's death was not a big deal to him.

Indeed, for this chief inspector whose cultivation level was unknown, a True Qi Perfection was not a big deal.

"Lord Lu."

Xu Yuhu struggled to prop himself up halfway off the stone slab. His left shoulder was shattered, and he had a hole in his chest. Every movement made his whole body tremble, but he still tried his best to get up and bow.

Lu Song quickly reached out to help them up; both of them were injured and were leaning on each other, swaying unsteadily.

"Sect Leader Xu, there's no need for such formalities," Lu Quan'an waved his hand.

Xu Yuhu gritted his teeth and forced out the words: "Thank you very much, Chief Inspector, for saving my life. The entire Xuanjian Pavilion will remember this forever."

After saying that, he added, his voice filled with barely suppressed urgency, "..."

"May I ask, sir, is our sect's most precious treasure, the 'Mystic Mind Stone,' possessed by that demon?"

The loss of the sect's most prized treasure was a thorn in his side that he couldn't shake off. Even though he was seriously injured, he had to get to the bottom of this.

Lu Quan'an glanced at him, his tone completely indifferent.

"I will handle the matter of the Mystic Stone."

Just that one sentence, clean and concise.

But Xu Yuhu understood the unspoken meaning—the Xuan Nian Stone was already in Lu Quan'an's hands.

Lu Quan'an personally brought back the remains of Yin Xi, and it was impossible for him to leave out anything on his body.

Xu Yuhu's lips moved twice, but in the end he said nothing.

What could he say? Should he tell the chief inspector to return the items?

On what grounds?

The Xuanjian Pavilion was shattered, and its leader was half-dead. Lu Quan'an saved the entire sect's lives, and now he's just saying "I'll handle it" as a gesture of respect.

"Leave it to the adults to handle." Xu Yuhu swallowed his words and lowered his head.

Yi Yang stood to the side and saw the whole scene clearly.

Whether Lu Quan'an believed his words, "I'll come back later," is irrelevant. What matters is that Xuanjian Pavilion currently has no leverage to negotiate.

Yi Yang didn't dwell on the matter.

He seized a moment when Lu Quan'an and Xu Yuhu were talking and stepped out of the main hall.

Traces of the explosion at Zhao Xun Pavilion are still visible on the steps outside the palace gate.

An area about three zhang in diameter was covered with blood, flesh, and shattered fragments of a Taoist robe. Lu Quan'an's palm strike was too decisive; his entire body shattered from the inside, with chunks of flesh scattered all over the ground, some no bigger than a fist, others as small as a finger.

Yi Yang squatted down and began to rummage through the pile of wreckage.

His mental energy swept across the ground inch by inch, not missing a single fragment.

The Taoist robe was mostly torn, the grayish-white strips of cloth soaked in blood. A broken whisk handle rolled three feet away, with a few unbroken white threads still wrapped around it.

Yi Yang turned his Taoist robe inside out and felt a hard object in the hidden pocket on the inside of the right lapel.

I took it out and looked at it.

A jade pendant about the size of a thumb, emerald green in color, with the outline of a mountain peak engraved on its surface—the sect emblem of Cangwu Mountain.

Jade pendant for storage.

It's the same type of thing as the bronze ring on his hand, with similar functions, but the triggering method is different.

Yi Yang used his mental power to probe the jade pendant and found that it had a separate storage space inside. The space wasn't large, but it was filled with quite a few things.

It goes without saying how much money a sect leader with perfected True Qi would carry with him.

Yi Yang did not open the inventory.

He stuffed the jade pendant into his inner pocket, stood up, and patted the bloodstains off his hands.

I have no intention of handing it over.

Zhao Xunge had been blown to bits, and the jade pendant was mixed in with the pile of minced meat, so no one knew that such a thing existed.

Even if Lu Quan'an sensed it, it didn't matter; the other party probably didn't care.

Besides, Zhao Xunge was the one who first discovered the anomaly and then brought him back. Even if he didn't make any great contributions, he certainly put in a lot of effort.

Just as I put the jade pendant away, I heard hurried footsteps on the gravel path outside the palace.

Xu Min, accompanied by two garrison guards, jogged up to them. Their armor was still covered in leaves and mud, indicating that they had just returned from the battlefield at the front of the mountain.

"grown ups!"

Xu Min stopped in front of Yi Yang, clasped his hands in greeting, and reported.

"The remaining monks of Jinyang Temple on the front mountain have all been brought under control. There are twenty-seven in total. Nine of them have strange eyes, with red pupils, and are talking nonsense, just like He Dingbo. The remaining eighteen lost their leader after the abbot died and put down their weapons on their own."

Yi Yang nodded and asked, "Where is He Dingbo?"

"He was captured by two masters from Jinyang Temple and tied to a broken pillar in the front hall. His meridians were sealed, so he couldn't move. That guy was incredibly strong; it took three tight bindings to hold him down."

"Take me to see it."

Yi Yang strode towards the outside of the hall.

The training ground is located in front of Xuanjian Pavilion.

He Dingbo, the once-famous swordsman of the prefecture, was now bound hand and foot to a broken stone pillar with iron chains as thick as an arm.

His eyes were bloodshot, his pupils filled with frenzied blood vessels, and he kept uttering incomprehensible roars, drool dripping from the corners of his mouth.

The meridians in his wrists and ankles were sealed by the Zhenfu Guards using a special technique, preventing him from using his true qi.

Yi Yang walked up to him and squatted down.

He took out the golden Buddhist bead he had taken from Xuan Yi from his pocket.

The prayer beads had been crushed by the "yin energy," leaving only a few irregular fragments, but the runes on them remained.

Yi Yang held the largest fragment and slowly brought it closer to He Dingbo's temple.

The moment the fragments come into contact with the skin.

The bloodshot in He Dingbo's eyes surged violently twice, like boiling water.

Immediately afterwards, the intense crimson began to fade slowly at a rate visible to the naked eye.

His roaring stopped.

The madness in his eyes faded, replaced by a look of bewilderment and confusion.

He Dingbo's gaze focused on Yi Yang's face, but he couldn't recognize the old face in front of him.

He opened his mouth, but only a few hoarse, broken syllables escaped his throat.

"I...what did I do...?"

A single, cloudy tear rolled down his bloodshot eye.

He remembered the sword that had pierced his best friend's heart, and Xu Yuhu's incredulous gaze.

His whole body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably, and the chains rattled as they were broken.

Yi Yang did not answer him.

He stood up and removed the fragments of the Buddhist prayer beads.

The clarity in He Dingbo's eyes vanished instantly, swallowed once more by endless madness and bloodshed.

"roar--!"

Yi Yang looked at him, knowing that this thing could only temporarily alleviate the mind-controlling technique of "Yin Qi" and could not eradicate it.

We need to find another way to save him.

"Hand him over to the people of the Xuanjian Pavilion."

The garrison guard next to Yiyang Chong gave an order.

The fate of He Dingbo should be decided by the Xuanjian Pavilion.

He turned and left, followed by He Dingbo's even more shrill roar.

As soon as Yi Yang returned to the back mountain, he saw Kong Wu and Kong Yue leading their men back from the dense forest in the southeast.

Han Zhengqing followed behind them, along with more than twenty Xuanjian Pavilion disciples who were still in shock.

Kong Wu stood on the ruins in front of the main hall, looking at the devastated mountain gate. His 300-pound frame froze on the spot, and he didn't say a word.

His small eyes, hidden in the folds of flesh, were fixed on the mysterious head on the ground.

Kongyue walked to his side and whispered the whole story.

Xuan Yi is dead.

The abbot was controlled by the Nine Evil Cult Elders, which is why he committed such a heinous crime.

On the back of Kong Wu's hand, which was gripping the Buddhist prayer beads, the veins bulged out one by one.

His lips trembled for a long time, his fat face shook, and finally, all his emotions turned into a Buddhist chant that was extremely heavy.

"Amitabha……"

He didn't cry or shout; he simply turned around, bent down, and silently began to move the wounded soldiers scattered on the ground.

The tall figure looked somewhat desolate amidst the ruins.

Late at night.

Xuanjian Pavilion provided Yi Yang with a fairly complete guest room in a side courtyard, complete with doors and windows, except that a few tiles were missing from the roof, allowing moonlight to shine through.

Yi Yang bolted the door shut and sat cross-legged on the prayer mat.

He first took off the bronze ring from his hand and placed it in front of his knees. His fingertips touched the runes on the ring's surface, and he poured his spiritual energy into it, opening up the space inside the ring.

Two demon cores landed in his palm.

A grayish-blue demon core, the core of a giant lizard, with a rough texture and restless, heavy energy within.

A jet-black demon core with blue stripes, belonging to a black-maned leopard, half a size smaller than a giant lizard, but with a higher energy density inside.

Besides the demon core, Yi Yang took out eight more true pills. These were the supplies he had accumulated on the road, which he hadn't been willing to use, and tonight he would refine them all together.

He divided the two demon cores and eight true pills into two groups, and swallowed four true pills as a base.

As the medicine entered the abdomen, the Yi Wood Nourishing Exercise began to circulate. The azure-green True Qi started from the dantian and traveled through all the meridians. After being tempered in the later stages of True Qi, the meridians had a greater capacity than before, and the medicine was absorbed quickly and steadily.

Next comes the demon core.

Yi Yang picked up the grayish-blue one first, hesitating for a moment. Demon cores are different from pills; the energy inside is much more violent, and the slightest carelessness could impact one's meridians.

However, his physical body was built upon the foundation of the "Martial Extreme Dragon Elephant Body" after achieving a minor level of mastery, and coupled with the self-healing properties of the Yi Wood True Qi, he could withstand some violent impacts.

It swallowed it whole.

The moment the demon core entered his stomach, a surge of scorching energy crashed down his esophagus and exploded into his dantian.

Yi Yang's body tensed, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The Yi Wood Nourishing Qigong was fully activated to suppress the violent energy. The azure true qi enveloped the violent energy, grinding it layer by layer and rotating it round and round, smoothing out the sharp edges before absorbing it into the meridians.

The numbers on the panel started jumping.

The progress of the late stage of True Qi was accelerated by the sixty-fold bonus of Heavenly Mandate, and it increased three or four times faster than when I consumed True Elixir.

Yi Yang then swallowed the remaining four True Pills, refining them together with the energy from the demon core.

Save the second demon core for last.

The black-maned leopard's demon core is milder at first taste than the giant lizard's, but it has a stronger aftereffect and penetrates deeper.

Yi Yang controlled his breathing, and the internal energy within his body entered a stable rhythm.

Moonlight streamed in through the hole in the roof tile, falling on him and illuminating his middle-aged face.

Sudden.

Yi Yang's rhythm of circulating his internal energy was interrupted for a moment.

His mental power detected an approaching aura within a hundred-foot radius.