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

Yi Yang looked at him, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

He knew that the chief inspector had stopped him not to chat about the case.

"Sir, you have summoned me. Is there something you wish to instruct me on?"

Lu Quan'an turned around, and the moonlight shone through his back, casting his face in shadow, revealing only his dark brown, almost black eyes.

"I do have something I need you to do for me."

Lu Quan'an's answer was very direct, without any concealment.

"But with your current strength, you are not capable of doing that."

"Besides, the time isn't right yet."

Yi Yang was stunned.

The Chief Inspector before him, whose strength was unfathomable and who could easily kill a powerful evil cultivator at the Tongxuan Realm, actually needed his help?

And he even said that he is not strong enough right now?

This left him momentarily stunned.

How strong is Lu Quan'an?

He witnessed the entire scene of fighting "Yinxi" today, and he easily suppressed a "Tongxuan Realm" expert with just his physical body.

From beginning to end, this chief inspector could be said to have never gone all out.

Such a powerful person would actually have something that needs to be handled by me?

And they still say "the time is not right"?

Several thoughts raced through Yi Yang's mind.

Seeing Yi Yang standing there, his middle-aged face filled with undisguised astonishment and speculation, Lu Quan'an's lips seemed to twitch slightly.

"Stop making wild guesses."

He waved his hand, interrupting Yi Yang's wild thoughts.

"When the time comes, I will tell you."

Yi Yang swallowed back what he was saying and nodded.

That's how it is when dealing with this kind of person; you can't get anything out of them if they don't want to say it.

Lu Quan'an walked a few steps around the room with his hands behind his back, then changed the subject and praised:

"From slaying demonic beasts in Donglai County to eliminating the remnants of the evil cult in Xuanjian Pavilion, you have made great contributions."

"As the chief inspector, I will certainly not treat you unfairly."

Lu Quan'an spoke in a calm tone, as if he were talking about something completely ordinary.

"Besides, you'll be working for me in the future, so the stronger you are, the better."

Yi Yang's ears perked up.

coming.

Now for the main event.

He rubbed his hands together, a perfectly measured expression of expectation on his face, his tone slightly tentative.

"Then... does Your Excellency possess anything else that can enhance cultivation?"

"I think the hundred-year-old blood lotus from last time was quite good. As you know, I'm getting old, and my physical body and soul are severely depleted, so I need to replenish them. I'll take anything that comes my way."

Lu Quan'an shook his head, amused by his expression.

"I don't even have that much myself."

He scoffed.

"However, although I don't have the Blood Lotus for you, I have something else."

Yi Yang's eyes lit up.

"What?"

Lu Quan'an didn't keep them in suspense. He flipped his right hand, and a wisp of greenish-blue true energy spread from between his fingers, revealing a stone in his palm.

It is grayish-white, about the size of a fist, with some irregular pits on the surface and natural ridges on the edges, looking no different from a river stone picked up by the roadside.

Yi Yang was stunned for a moment.

That's it?

Where's the promised treasure?

This looks worse than the whetstone I picked up in the mountains when I was young.

But the moment Yi Yang's spiritual power encountered it—

His breath hitched.

In his spiritual perception, it was a small sun, radiating infinite light and heat, suspended in Lu Quan'an's palm.

It has neither dazzling light nor scorching temperature.

But it is there, quietly releasing a pure and boundless spiritual energy.

That energy was gentle and powerful, like the warm sun of early spring, like the starry river of midsummer.

Yi Yang's own spiritual power, and the nine-foot-tall golden-haired ape that was entrenched in his sea of ​​consciousness, emitted a longing hum the moment it came into contact with this energy.

It was an attraction that came from instinct.

Just as a hungry person sees a table full of delicacies, or parched land receives sweet rain.

His spiritual energy was cheering and leaping for joy, wanting to rush forward and merge with that energy.

Yi Yang's spiritual energy swirled around the surface of the stone, only touching a thin layer before bouncing back. But even with just this one layer of contact, the boundary of his sea of ​​consciousness expanded outward by half a zhang.

In the brief span of two breaths, Yi Yang swallowed hard.

He recognized it.

The most treasured artifact of the Xuanjian Pavilion, which has stood for three hundred years.

The Nine Evil Sect's Transcendent Realm Elder "Yinxi" has laid out a shocking plan, willing to control two major sects in order to seize what he has obtained.

"Mystic Stone..."

The tone of his voice changed when those three words came out of his mouth.

"It seems you recognize him."

Lu Quan'an nodded, his face showing no surprise. "This item can enhance divine sense and temper the sea of ​​consciousness. For experts in the Profound Realm, it can also help to condense a Dharma Body."

Yi Yang stared intently at the stone.

There is also a connection between people and treasures, and the golden-haired ape in his sea of ​​consciousness wished it could jump out of his head and snatch it away.

But Yi Yang suppressed his greed. He knew that nothing in this world is free, especially since this thing was in Lu Quan'an's hands.

Lu Quan'an's gaze swept across Yi Yang's face, as if he could see through all his secrets.

"The mental cultivation technique you took from the armory is called 'The Mind-Ape Guardian Technique,' right?"

Yi Yang's heart skipped a beat.

He really does know everything.

"Yes, I have indeed practiced this method and have achieved some success."

Now that things have come to this, there's no point in hiding it anymore.

Lu Quan'an smiled.

"It's more than just a small success."

He stretched out his finger and made a virtual tap in the air.

"I observe that your spiritual consciousness has already touched the threshold of the second realm, and you are just one step away from 'breaking through illusion'."

"This Mystic Stone will be of great help to you."

Divine consciousness? Second realm? Breaking through illusion?

A barrage of unfamiliar words came crashing down on Yi Yang, leaving him somewhat bewildered.

"My lord, the 'divine consciousness' realm you mentioned, is it...?"

"What you call spiritual power is collectively referred to as 'divine consciousness' at our level."

Lu Quan'an put away the Xuan Nian Stone and began to explain.

"The path of spiritual consciousness is extremely profound, and only one in ten thousand can enter this realm. The 'Mind Monkey Guarding the Will Technique' that you are practicing is a rare and extraordinary skill dedicated to cultivating spiritual consciousness."

"To be honest, I also tried to practice this method back then."

Lu Quan'an's tone carried a hint of reminiscence.

"But it failed."

"They haven't even touched the threshold of entry."

He looked at Yi Yang, a hint of barely perceptible approval in his eyes.

"I thought this technique was flawed, but I never expected that someone could actually master it."

Yi Yang's heart pounded wildly as he listened.

Even Lu Quan'an couldn't master it?

It seems that my destiny of "an old horse still eager to run" is even more defying the heavens than I imagined.

"Then... how are the realms of divine consciousness divided?" Yi Yang seized the opportunity to ask.

"As far as I know, divine consciousness can be divided into five realms."

Lu Quan'an stood with his hands behind his back, his voice steady as he said:

"The first stage, [Observing Myself]."

"My forehead felt hot, and when I closed my eyes, I could clearly 'see' the blood flowing like magma and my bones as clear as glass."

"This signifies the initial awakening of divine consciousness, enabling one to introspect the internal organs and perceive one's own hidden injuries and ailments. Normally, only those who have entered the 'Profound Realm' can barely achieve this."

Yi Yang understood; he had almost reached the first realm.

After mastering the "Mind Monkey Guarding the Mind Technique," he will be able to introspect himself anytime, anywhere.

"The second realm, [Dispelling Illusion]."

Lu Quan'an stretched out his finger and pointed to his eyes.

"Upon reaching this stage, when you open your eyes, a divine light will flow deep within your pupils. The trajectory of the spiritual energy flowing in the surrounding world will become clearly visible threads in your eyes. Your divine sense can penetrate your body, pierce through mountains and walls, and detect the slightest movement within a radius of a hundred feet."

"The third realm, [Spirit Absorption]."

"Once you step into this realm, your divine sense will be elevated from 'perception' to 'power'."

Lu Quan'an's tone became more serious.

"Within three feet of your body, an aura will naturally form, and flying sand and stones that approach will be repelled by an invisible force. Within the reach of your mental power, you can manipulate objects from a distance and slay enemies with your sword, all in the blink of an eye. At that time, even a massive boulder can be lifted by you with ease."

Slay the enemy with your sword!

These four words made Yi Yang's eyelids twitch violently.

This art style is getting weirder and weirder.

Isn't this the legendary magic of immortals?

"What about the next two realms?" Yi Yang pressed.

"The latter two realms are named [Heavenly Might] and [Sacred Domain]."

Lu Quan'an shook his head.

"That's a legendary realm, but I don't know exactly what kind of power it possesses."

"All I know is that there are reclusive sects in the world that specialize in cultivating the way of divine sense. They have very few disciples, but each one is incredibly powerful. It is said that those who reach the [Heavenly Might] level of divine sense are comparable to legendary martial arts grandmasters."

Grandmaster!

Yi Yang gasped.

That is an existence far surpassing the Tongxuan Realm, a top figure that is extremely rare in the entire Great Yu Dynasty.

It took Yi Yang a while to process and sort out these five levels in his mind.

Observe myself, dispel illusions, capture the spirit, heavenly might, sacred realm.

I've been talking about "spiritual power" for the past six months, and it turns out there's such a profound skill involved. The path ahead is incredibly wide. Starting with spirit absorption, I can kill people from afar; reaching the Heavenly Might level is comparable to a Grandmaster.

It even has a hint of the cultivation of immortality.

He turned his gaze back to the gray-white stone in Lu Quan'an's palm.

"So this Mystic Stone can help me cross the threshold of breaking through illusion?"

"Exactly." Lu Quan'an handed the Xuan Nian Stone forward. "I see you're just missing that final step. Once you've refined it, that final step will be enough."

Yi Yang took the stone.

It felt heavy in my hand, more than three times heavier than it looked. The grayish-white surface pressed against my palm, and a faint but dense ripple seeped from within the stone, seeping into my bones through my skin.

The golden-haired ape in the sea of ​​consciousness stared wide-eyed, as if it wanted to swallow the stone whole.

Yi Yang suppressed his impulse, carefully put away the Xuan Nian Stone, and looked up at Lu Quan'an.

"Thank you, Lord Lu."

"My lord... have you ever met a powerhouse at the [Heavenly Might] realm?" Yi Yang asked tentatively as the other party prepared to leave.

I thought Lu Quan'an would shake his head.

Unexpectedly, Lu Quan'an remained silent for two breaths before slowly speaking.

"I've never seen anyone."

"But I have seen the traces left by [Tianwei]."

He paused, his deep gaze falling on Yi Yang, and said, word by word.

"And you should also know who left that mark."

Yi Yang's heart clenched suddenly.

I know that too?

How is that possible?

The strongest person he has known since he traveled through time is Lu Quan'an, who is standing right in front of him.

Where would I possibly meet any powerful beings at the [Heavenly Might] realm?

"Who is it?"

Yi Yang's voice was a little tense. He had a premonition that he was about to hear a name he recognized.

Lu Quan'an looked at him, his deep brown, almost black eyes seemingly reflecting a century of dust and smoke.

He uttered four words softly.