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

Yi Yang walked out of the Qingyu Marquis's residence and onto the streets far from the core area of ​​Qingzhou City, where people came and went.

He had only been gone from the Qingyu Marquis's residence for less than half an incense stick's time.

A carriage slowly approached from behind him and stopped beside him.

Yi Yang looked at the carriage parked beside him. The carriage had an ordinary blue cloth roof, and the carriage was pulled by an old horse with mottled coat. The coachman was wearing a straw hat, so his face could not be seen.

The carriage was so ordinary that it wouldn't have attracted any attention if it were left on any street in Qingzhou City.

The carriage stopped beside Yi Yang. The wheels rolled over the bluestone road, and a soft sound came from inside the carriage, which soon fell silent again.

Yi Yang stood still, and when the carriage stopped, he did not immediately reach out to lift the curtain.

He remembered that Yan Wuyuan told him to go straight back to his residence after leaving the Marquis's mansion.

If a carriage stops beside you on the road, don't ask any questions, just get on.

The car arrived right on time.

From the moment he left the Qingyu Marquis's residence until the carriage stopped, less than half an incense stick's time had passed.

The driver didn't turn around, and no one in the carriage urged him on.

This composure indicates that the other party had already calculated his choice.

Without hesitation, Yi Yang lifted the carriage curtain and got in.

The carriage curtains fell, shutting out the noise from outside.

The carriage was dimly lit, and a faint scent of herbs and spices filled the air.

Yi Yang's gaze fell on the people sitting in the carriage.

He froze, because the person sitting in the carriage was a young girl.

She was sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a brightly colored linen dress, barefoot, with a string of silver bells tied around her ankles.

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The other party was the girl from the Wu Kingdom delegation whom they had met at the gate of Qingzhou City.

At this moment, she stared wide-eyed at Yi Yang, who had just gotten into the car, her mouth slightly agape, her face filled with astonishment.

Clearly, she hadn't expected that the person she was waiting for would be the old man who had scared her so much at the city gate that she almost fell off the wolf's back with just a look.

However, neither of them are ordinary people.

After a brief moment of shock, they both regained their composure almost simultaneously.

Yi Yang remained outwardly calm, but his mind was racing with calculations.

Yan Wuyuan asked him to get into this car, which was already occupied by members of the Wu Kingdom's delegation. This meant that what Yan Wuyuan wanted him to do was related to the Wu Kingdom.

Yi Yang calmly sat down opposite the girl, straightened his robes, and kept his eyes downcast, as if nothing had happened.

The girl stared at him for a while, and the astonishment on her face slowly faded, replaced by a curiosity tinged with wariness.

She spoke first, her voice more steady than Yi Yang had expected.

"My name is Wuyanluo."

She spoke in Dayu Mandarin, her voice was very clear, but her accent was a bit strange, though it was understandable.

Yi Yang nodded and said his name: "Yi Yang".

Two words: crisp and clean.

After they finished speaking, the two fell silent again.

Wu Yanlu tilted her head and silently sized up Yi Yang. This person was quite different from the one she had seen at the city gate a few days ago. His clothes had changed, his hair was neatly tied up, and he looked much younger than that day. But the feeling that sent chills down her spine was still there.

Today it has become much more restrained, like a knife hidden in its sheath.

Is this the person recommended by the "Fifth Miss" of the Qingyu Marquis's Mansion? As expected of a thousand-year-old family that can stand with the nation through thick and thin, even a random person they send out is so unfathomable.

The carriage started slowly, its wheels making a monotonous "gurgling" sound as they rolled on the bluestone slabs.

She didn't look at it any longer and turned to look out the car window.

The carriage moved slowly through the streets of Qingzhou City, passing through several bustling commercial streets, turning into a quiet alley, and then circling around to the south of the city.

The sound of wheels rolling over the stone pavement and the soft tinkling of the silver bells on the girl's ankles were the only sounds in the carriage.

Yi Yang leaned against the carriage wall, eyes closed, but his mind was racing.

This girl named Wu Yanluo concealed her martial arts aura, but her spiritual energy fluctuations were frighteningly active. On the day he entered the city, he only glanced at her casually, yet she could still detect the extremely faint layer of divine sense hidden in his gaze.

Someone with such keen mental acuity must hold a very high position within the Wu Kingdom's delegation. It's just a matter of what business they have of visiting us.

About half an hour later, the carriage entered the southern part of Qingzhou City.

The buildings here are far less grand than those in the city center; they are mostly ordinary houses and courtyards.

Finally, the carriage stopped at the entrance of a seemingly inconspicuous courtyard.

"We've arrived," Wu Yanluo said, brushing non-existent dust off her skirt. "Let's get out of the car."

Yi Yang lifted the carriage curtain and got out.

He glanced around the courtyard; it had blue bricks and gray tiles, low walls, and an ordinary wooden door, exactly the same as the scene he had perceived with his divine sense.

Yi Yang's gaze passed over the courtyard wall and landed on the room in the center of the courtyard.

He could clearly sense a powerful aura emanating from inside the room.

The aura was deep and powerful, like a dormant mountain.

The Realm of Profound Understanding.

Wu Yanluo jumped down from the carriage, her bare feet touching the ground, the silver bells on her ankles making a series of clear sounds.

"Lady Yi, please." She gestured "please" towards the house.

There was no fear on Yi Yang's face.

He strode forward, following Wu Yanluo, into the courtyard, and pushed open the door.

The room was simply furnished. There was a square table, three chairs, a pot of tea, and several plates of unidentified dried fruit on the table.

A burly, dark-skinned man was sitting at the table, wiping a uniquely shaped curved knife.

He was dressed in a short animal skin outfit unique to the Wu Kingdom, his exposed arms showing bulging muscles covered with dark totems.

It was Ug, the nominal leader of the Wu Kingdom delegation.

Yi Yang had seen him at the city gate and immediately sensed the powerful aura emanating from him, that of a Tongxuan Realm expert.

When Ug saw the two enter, he put down his scimitar, stood up, and his deep-set eyes shot out two sharp beams of light, scanning Yi Yang back and forth.

Before he could speak, Yi Yang preemptively cupped his hands and inquired, "Two envoys from the Witch Kingdom, what brings you here, a mere deputy chief inspector of the Celestial Patrol Division?"

He paused, his gaze falling on Ug, and added in a flat tone.

"Moreover, Lord Ug, you are a powerful expert at the Transcendent Realm."

In one sentence, he directly revealed the other party's cultivation level and also expressed his attitude.

Although I am only a deputy chief inspector, I know who you are.

Don't beat around the bush with me.

The scrutiny on Ug's face lessened somewhat.

He never expected that this seemingly ordinary guy would have such sharp eyes, recognizing his cultivation level in a single sentence.

He and Wu Yanluo exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of seriousness in each other's eyes.

Now that he had been exposed, Ug stopped pretending.

He sat down again, gesturing for Yi Yang to sit as well, and said in a dry voice, "Lord Yi is straightforward, so let's not beat around the bush."

"We do have something to ask for help from the fifth young lady of the Qingyu Marquis's mansion."

"Two hours ago, we received a reply from Miss Wu. She said she would send a trustworthy person to assist us, and told us to wait here and that she would send a carriage to pick us up."

After listening, Yi Yang understood.

It turned out to be the case.

"Since it was Chief Inspector Yan who asked me to help," Yi Yang said, "then please explain the situation clearly."

He leaned back in his chair, adopting a relaxed posture, and said casually, "I don't think my current strength at the late stage of the True Qi Realm can be of much help to you two."

This statement is a classic example of using retreat as a means of advancement.

Sitting to the side, Wu Yanluo's clear voice rang out, carrying a hint of melodious ethereal beauty:

"Lord Yi is too modest."

"We trust Lord Yan's judgment."

"Since she recommended you, you must be able to help us."

Yi Yang didn't reply, but simply picked up the teacup on the table, blew on it, and waited for her to continue.

Seeing that he was unyielding, Wu Yanluo stopped beating around the bush and said directly:

"What we want Lord Yi to do is very simple."

"In our Wu Kingdom, there is a caravan in Qingzhou City that is preparing to return to the southern border."

"We hope that, in your capacity as the Deputy Chief Inspector of the Sky Patrol Division, Lord Yi can include this caravan in your team and travel together to the important town of Hengyue."

Upon hearing this, Yi Yang's hand, holding the teacup, froze in mid-air. He raised his eyes, looked at Wu Yanluo, narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked indifferently:

"Miss Wu, things can't be that simple, can they?"

His voice carried a hint of coldness.

"If it's just about escorting a caravan, is it really necessary for two important figures to meet with me in person? Just have Lord Yan issue an order to me directly."

"This matter is probably not that simple."

Seeing that Yi Yang had seen through the trick at a glance, Wu Yanluo's face showed a hint of helplessness.

She knew it wouldn't be so easy to fool this seemingly ordinary person.

She took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind.

"It's definitely not that simple."

"Uncle Ug and I will change into ordinary merchant clothes and blend into this caravan."

"Together we journey to the important town of Yokogake."

The moment those words were spoken, the air in the room seemed to freeze.

Yi Yang's eyes sharpened instantly.

The other party spoke lightly, but the information revealed in their words was of great significance.

Uge, the nominal leader of the Wu Kingdom delegation, is a Transcendent Realm expert.

Wu Yanluo's identity is mysterious, but judging from the fact that she can call Uge "Uncle" directly, her status is only high, not low, and she may even be the true core of this mission.

These two important figures, instead of traveling with the main force of the Witch Kingdom, disguised themselves and infiltrated a merchant caravan to secretly travel to a key town on the border.

What big problems are hidden behind this?

If I were to wade into this mess, how much trouble would I get into?

Yi Yang slammed the teacup down on the table with a soft "clatter," then said softly, "I'm afraid things are more complicated than this?"

His gaze, like two sharp knives, pierced straight at Wu Yanluo standing before him, and he asked, "Miss Wu, please tell me the whole truth."

"Otherwise, I cannot agree to this."

"Although I am of low status and have little influence, I do not want to die on the road without knowing why."