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

The office of the Tiantian Division in Wanfeng County was three times larger than the one in Yunlin County, but it looked incredibly simple compared to the nine-tiered hall of the Qingzhou headquarters.

He Zhenyuan led Yi Yang into the main hall, rubbing his hands together and saying with a broad smile:

"Lord Yi, you see, this place is simple and you're not comfortable here." He Zhenyuan pointed to the main seat in the hall, and then tactfully moved to the side.

Yi Yang didn't sit down. He looked around the fairly spacious main hall, and finally his gaze settled on He Zhenyuan's face, which was full of "respect," and asked, "Director He."

"Your humble servant is here!"

Upon hearing his name called, He Zhenyuan bent over even more.

"Has anything unusual happened in or around this county recently?"

He Zhenyuan was stunned for a moment when he heard this.

He had prepared a whole host of flattering words and was even thinking about how to subtly inquire about the important person's preferences so that he could arrange the banquet and entertainment later.

Surprisingly, the first thing they asked was about something important.

"Replying to Lord Yi," He Zhenyuan replied quickly, his mind racing. "Our Wanfeng County has always been peaceful and tranquil, thanks to the protection of the Imperial Astronomical Bureau, and the people live in peace and contentment."

He paused, as if remembering something, and added, "A few days ago, a great figure from the Tongxuan Realm passed through. Although he did not enter the city, his aura lingered outside the city for a while, scaring the bandits and thieves in the nearby mountains so badly that they ran away in terror. For more than a month, not a single case of stealing chickens or dogs has occurred."

After he finished speaking, he cautiously raised his eyes to observe Yi Yang's expression.

Yi Yang didn't say anything.

Calm and peaceful?

Those insects that followed us weren't just there for a stroll.

Those who intercepted Ug, having dared to make a move, would not be intimidated by a passing Transcendent Realm cultivator.

He Zhenyuan either genuinely didn't notice, or he was pretending to be confused.

Yi Yang prefers the former.

Seeing that Yi Yang remained silent, He Zhenyuan became even more anxious.

He was afraid that he might have said something wrong and displeased this important person.

This guy is on the list of heroes; you could crush him with a single finger.

Cold sweat broke out on He Zhenyuan's forehead again. He quickly smiled ingratiatingly and said, "Lord Yi, you must be tired from your journey. I have already ordered some superior rooms to be prepared. Please rest with your brothers. Tonight, I will prepare a small feast at Jufulou Restaurant to welcome you back and wash away the dust of your journey..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

boom!

A loud bang came from the direction of the east gate of the county town. The huge noise made the entire Tiantiansi Yamen shake three times, and dust fell from the roof beams.

Inside the main hall, He Zhenyuan stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

He steadied himself by holding onto the table, his chubby face instantly turning deathly pale, and he trembled as he spoke:

"Wha...what happened?"

Immediately afterwards, a powerful and sinister aura arrogantly emerged from the direction of the east gate.

That aura was filled with killing, bloodshed, and madness.

It's the Nine Evil Cults!

Moreover, the strength of this aura is definitely that of a late-stage True Qi Realm Incense Master!

Sensing that powerful aura, He Zhenyuan's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

He had just assured Yi Yang that Wanfeng County was peaceful and quiet, with no one even stealing chickens or dogs.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the Nine Evil Cults came knocking on his door.

The team was led by a clan leader in the late True Qi Realm stage.

This is damn slapping him in the face.

This means they're going to chop off his face, head and all, and use it as a football.

"Lord Yi...Lord Yi..." He Zhenyuan crawled to Yi Yang's feet, hugging his leg, and cried out with a mournful face, "Help...help me!"

Yi Yang looked down at the patrol director who was so scared he was about to wet his pants, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

He had anticipated that something bad would happen.

I just didn't expect them to come so quickly and so directly.

Siege.

This is meant to escalate the situation and force him, the deputy chief inspector of the Sky Patrol Division who was just passing by, to take action.

What a clever tactic to lure the tiger away from the mountain.

Yi Yang's divine sense had already spread out towards the East Gate like endless fine threads.

……

East Gate of Wanfeng County.

It has now become a living hell.

The city gate was blasted open from the outside by a tremendous force, and shattered pieces of wood and stone flew everywhere.

Dozens of cult members of the Nine Evils, dressed in black and with ferocious ghost masks on their faces, charged into the city like hungry wolves unleashed from their cages, brandishing curved swords.

They kill anyone they see and rob anything they can find.

The piercing screams and terrified cries instantly echoed throughout half the county.

The dozens of soldiers defending the city didn't even last a single exchange before a man in black at the front cleaved half of the squad in two with a single blow.

"The Nine Evil Cults are on their business; bystanders get out of the way!"

A hoarse voice boomed through the chaos at the East Gate.

A tall, thin leader of the Nine Evils Cult, holding a blood-red longsword, stood on the ruins of the city gate.

The aura emanating from him, a late-stage True Qi Realm cultivator, exerted a tangible pressure that made it difficult for all the soldiers and martial artists around him to breathe, who were attempting to resist.

"A bunch of ants, daring to block the way?"

The incense master sneered, and with a flick of his blood-red blade, a three-zhang-long crimson blade aura swept out.

A dozen or so county patrolmen who had just mustered the courage to rush forward were cut in half at the waist by the blade before they could even scream, their blood and internal organs splattering all over the ground.

Amidst this chaos.

A team of thirty men, like a black sword, went against the flow of people from inside the city and went straight to the east gate.

They wore the standard black armor of the Zhenfu Guard, held goose-feather sabers, and moved in perfect formation, exuding an aura of iron-blooded ruthlessness.

The one leading them was Xu Min.

"Form ranks! Protect the people!"

Xu Min roared and drew his long sword.

He was on Yi Yang's orders to lead his team to rest at the city gate. He had just settled the horses when he heard the commotion at the east gate.

As the captain of the Zhenfu Guard, his first reaction was to lead his men to provide support.

Thirty Zhenfu Guards quickly dispersed, forming a semi-circular defensive line that held back the Nine Evil Cult members who were frantically hacking and slashing near the East Gate, protecting the panicked civilians behind them.

"The Garrison Guard?"

On the ruins of the city gate, the leader of the Nine Evil Sect narrowed his eyes upon seeing the approaching group.

He licked his lips, a cruel smile spreading across his face, and said:

"You've come at the perfect time."

"Today, I'll use you lackeys of the Sky Patrol as a sacrifice!"

Before he finished speaking, he leaped down from the ruins like a hunting eagle, his blood-red longsword whistling through the air as it slashed straight at Xu Min's head.

Xu Min's pupils contracted as he saw the blade's edge approaching.

The opponent was too fast and the blade was too powerful.

He had no time to dodge, so he could only pour all his inner energy into the blade, slashing upwards to meet the blow head-on.

clang!

The sound of metal clashing against metal was so loud that it hurt the eardrums of those around.

Xu Min felt an irresistible force emanating from the blade.

His tiger's mouth instantly split open, blood gushing out. The long knife in his hand flew out of his grasp, and he was smashed like a broken sack, flying more than ten feet away, crashing into a wall and being buried under the bricks and rubble.

"Vulnerable."

The incense master sheathed his knife and stood there, curling his lip in disdain.

How dare a guy who just broke through to the True Qi Realm draw his sword in front of him?

Just as he was about to step forward and end Xu Min's life.

A figure appeared silently between him and Xu Min.

The newcomer was dressed in a dark gray official's uniform from the Sky Patrol Bureau, with a full head of black hair, and looked to be no more than forty years old.

The visitor was none other than Yi Yang.

He glanced at Xu Min, who was buried in the rubble, coughing up blood and whose life was uncertain, but his eyes showed no emotion.

Then, he raised his head and looked at the leader of the Nine Evil Sect.

"You're asking for it!"

Yi Yang spoke, his voice calm, as if stating a fact.

Upon hearing this, the incense master paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, his laughter filled with contempt and mockery.

"So you're Yi Yang, number fifty-eight on the list of heroes?"

"What's wrong? Are you scared stiff?"

"Whether I die or not, you can go ask the King of Hell!"

Before he finished speaking, he sprang up again, his blood-red longsword transforming into a streak of light, slashing towards Yi Yang with even greater speed and ferocity than before.

Yi Yang didn't move.

He simply raised his right hand slowly, extending his index and middle fingers, pointing them together like a sword.

Just as the blood-red blade was about to strike his body.

He tapped it gently.

Ding.

A soft sound.

The blood-red longsword, imbued with the full power of the late-stage True Qi realm, stopped right in front of his fingertips, unable to advance any further.

The smile on the incense master's face froze.

He watched helplessly as his full-force attack was effortlessly blocked by the opponent with just two fingers.

How is that possible?

Didn't the intelligence report say that this guy was only at the late stage of the True Qi Realm?

Yi Yang didn't give him time to think.

He slightly twisted his two fingers together.

Click.

A crisp sound.

Spiderweb-like cracks spread across the blade of the blood-red longsword, starting from where his fingertips touched it.

Then, it shattered into countless flying iron filings.

The incense master was forced back seven or eight steps by the force of the recoil, his hand holding the knife was a bloody mess, and his face was filled with horror and disbelief.

Yi Yang withdrew his fingers, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked at him indifferently.

"Is that all you've got?"

He shook his head, his tone tinged with disappointment. He knew that a late-stage True Qi Realm expert was definitely not the mastermind behind this incident; the Profound Realm expert behind it had not yet revealed himself.

The Nine Evil Sect Leader, who had been stopped by Yi Yang, charged forward with a furious expression, gathering blood-red fist energy.

The leader of the Nine Evil Sect punched Xuan Yuan's blade, the immense force traveling through the blade. Yi Yang pretended to take three steps back, and two pieces of the bluestone slab beneath his feet shattered.

He steadied himself, his true energy surging on his body, making it appear as if he had exhausted all his strength just now when he broke the blood-red longsword with a single finger.

Seeing this, the gaunt man opposite him burst into laughter, his face contorted with rage, and said, "So that was the full power you were using just now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he threw another powerful punch, aiming straight for Yi Yang's chest.

Just then, a sharp sword aura slashed diagonally from behind Yi Yang.

The sword energy was swift and precise, carrying an extremely condensed true energy, heading straight for the face of the burly man in black robes.

Upon seeing this, the leader of the Nine Swords Cult's expression changed drastically, and he quickly withdrew his fist and retreated.

The sword energy grazed the tip of his nose, cutting a three-foot-long crack in the ground behind him.

Yi Yang turned around.

A woman dressed in a moon-white outfit, holding a soft sword as thin as a cicada's wing, stood ten steps behind him, displaying her strength at the peak of the True Qi Realm.

Yi Yang asked gratefully, "Thank you, young lady. May I ask who you are?"

The woman sheathed her sword and stood there, glancing at Yi Yang out of the corner of her eye. With an arrogant expression, she said, "I am Xie Tinglan, an elder of the Zhuxi Sect."