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

Two days later.

Yi Yang opened his eyes, the last trace of medicinal power in his body dissipated, and the numbers on the destiny panel in his sea of ​​consciousness stopped at that position.

【Martial Arts Dragon Elephant Body (Mastery) 150000/150000】

With a single thought, the cultivation technique breaks through.

The text on the panel changed to 【Martial Arts Dragon Elephant Body (Perfect)】

This martial art of external cultivation has been advanced to its peak.

Yi Yang didn't rush to get up, but instead sat cross-legged on the bed and looked down at his palm.

The skin on my palms was a shade lighter than two days ago, and it felt warm to the touch, like silk that had just been baked by a fireplace. My skin was much smoother than before, less rough from wind and sun, and had a more jade-like texture.

He clenched his fingers into a fist, and although there was no sound from his knuckles, he could clearly feel that the connection between his bones and muscles was tighter than before.

Yi Yang closed his eyes and looked inward at himself.

The blood flowed through the meridians, its color changing from pale gold to a rich gold. Each drop of golden blood contained a terrifyingly powerful life force.

This vitality flows throughout his body, constantly nourishing his muscles, bones, flesh, and internal organs.

Yi Yang could clearly feel that his physical body had undergone a complete transformation.

He tried clenching his fist, but didn't activate even a trace of his true energy.

But the moment the fist clenched, the surrounding air was compressed by an invisible force, producing a muffled explosion.

Yi Yang estimated it based on pure physical strength.

With this physical body alone, he can now directly confront a powerful expert who has just entered the first stage of the Profound Realm, "Qi Xuan," and even gain the upper hand.

What surprised him even more was the change brought about by that golden blood.

Strong recovery ability.

He extended his index finger, channeling his inner energy to condense a sharp blade of light at his fingertip, and gently slashed it across his left palm.

A half-inch-long gash appeared, the skin and flesh turned inside out, and golden blood seeped out.

In the past, even though the injury wasn't serious, it would have taken some time to fully heal.

But now.

Yi Yang watched as the edges of the wound began to twitch, new flesh grew from the cut, and golden blood congealed into a thin film. After three breaths, the wound had completely disappeared, leaving not even a faint white mark.

"This recovery speed..."

Yi Yang's eyes lit up. Although this was far less exaggerated than Ye Hanqian's "Spiritual Blood Body" limb regeneration, it was still quite astonishing.

But I reckon that unless it's a serious injury like losing an arm, he can recover from ordinary knife or sword wounds, even if they damage his internal organs, in a very short time.

This means that in combat, he has a much higher margin for error than other martial artists of the same level.

Yi Yang got up from the bed, walked to the basin, and looked at the face reflected in the water.

He looked younger, around thirty-five or thirty-six years old, with jet-black hair and deep eyes. The marks left by years of hardship had completely disappeared.

He exhaled a breath of stale air, suppressed his aura, and brought his cultivation level back down to the late stage of the True Qi Realm.

Then, he pushed open the door and went out.

In the courtyard, Uge and Wuyanluo were sitting around a stone table. On the table were several dishes of dried fruit and two cups of tea.

Hearing the door open, the two stopped talking and turned to look.

Yi Yang strode closer.

Ug stood up from the stone bench. His pupils contracted, and he unconsciously took a half step back. The person in front of him still had that face of someone in his early forties with a head of black hair, but with each step, an invisible pressure emanated from him.

This wasn't an outward release of true qi, but merely a vigorous aura of flesh and blood, so powerful that it made Wu Ge, a cultivator at the Tongxuan realm, feel a slight tension.

I didn't feel this way two days ago.

Uge calmly circulated his profound true energy to investigate. Yi Yang's aura was still at the late stage of the True Qi Realm, but that was impossible. It meant that he still couldn't see through the other party's cultivation level. However, this feeling of not being able to see through him made him even more certain of his judgment.

Two days ago, he suspected that Yi Yang's strength far exceeded that of the late stage of the True Qi Realm.

Now, the feeling he gets from the other person makes him even more certain.

Wu Yanlu tilted her head, her obsidian-like eyes scrutinizing Yi Yang's face. The wrinkles at the corners of Yi Yang's eyes had faded considerably, and his robust physique remained, but he exuded a natural aura, carrying a youthful vigor.

Wu Yanluo stood up, brushed the melon seed shells off his hands, and said, "Lord Yi's complexion has improved a lot after two days of seclusion. It seems the medicine is quite effective."

"All repairs are complete, it's time to hit the road." Yi Yang said without explanation, turning and walking towards the front yard.

After an incense stick has burned.

Xu Min led thirty Zhenfu Guards to line up outside the gate of the garrison.

Thirty soldiers, fully armored, stood in formation, hands on their sword hilts.

The caravan's crew harnessed the carriages and took inventory of the goods.

The team assembled and marched toward the gate of Wanfeng County.

At the city gate.

The patrol supervisor, He Zhenyuan, led the heads of the Zhang and Zhou families, along with several other prominent figures from the county town, to stand respectfully in two rows on either side of the city gate.

No one stepped forward to speak, no one dared to utter a polite compliment. Several family heads held wooden boxes containing valuable gifts, yet they didn't even have the courage to hand them over. The fierce battle outside the city two days prior had terrified these local bullies.

He Zhenyuan had sent men to investigate the East Gate, and the sight of the mangled flesh and collapsed city walls kept him awake for two nights. He knew that this Lord Yi was no pushover, and it was better to avoid him than to provoke him.

He Zhenyuan bent over, his hands pressed against his trouser legs, his head bowed, adopting the lowest possible posture. Sweat dripped from his forehead to the tip of his nose, but he dared not reach out to wipe it away.

Several wealthy businessmen also held their breath, afraid that making a loud breathing sound would cause trouble.

The procession walked past them.

Yi Yang rode on the strange beast horse without glancing to the side, holding the reins steadily forward.

Horse hooves shattered the morning mist, and the cartwheels of the caravan rolled out of the city gate.

Only after the caravan had gone far away and disappeared around the corner of the official road did He Zhenyuan straighten up and wipe the cold sweat from his face with his sleeve.

The carriage moved slowly along the official road.

Far from Wanfeng County, the surrounding mountains and forests become dense, and the vegetation on both sides of the road is lush and green.

The Zhenfu Guards brought up the rear, while Xu Min rode at the forefront to scout the way. The caravan workers drove the wagons, the axles making a steady turning sound.

Yi Yang rode on the strange beast horse, his right hand resting on his thigh, his thumb habitually rubbing against it.

As he left the city, he glanced at the sky; it was cloudless and the autumn wind was dry. At this pace, it would take another six or seven days to travel from Wanfeng County to Hengyue Town.

On the evening of the third day, the group rested at the edge of a grove.

The sound of flapping wings came from the sky. A gray falcon broke through the clouds and circled down, folding its wings and landing steadily on Yi Yang's shoulder.

The grey falcon has a special small bamboo tube tied to its leg.

Yi Yang untied the bamboo tube, which was sealed with a black wax seal, on which was pressed a crane pattern.

Yi Yang recognized the seal; it was a secret transmission from the Youquan Division.

He took the bamboo tube, turned around and walked to the side, used his fingernail to pry open the wax seal, and pulled out the silk inside.

The handwriting is beautiful, and the strokes are powerful.

It was written by Yan Wuyuan himself.

Yi Yang unfolded the silk scroll and read it from beginning to end.

It was a letter written in Yan Wuyuan's own handwriting.

The handwriting is neat and beautiful, revealing a familiar style.

The letter read: "Rumors have already circulated within the Qingzhou Tongxuan circle that you have killed two Tongxuan second-level cultivators. I arranged for you to escort this journey, hoping that Wuge would be there to protect you and allow you to gain merit for the escort. I did not expect to attract such a powerful enemy. This was due to my lack of foresight and failure to investigate the opponent's background. Although your strength is extraordinary and you have not encountered any danger, I will definitely give you compensation once you arrive at the important town of Hengyue."

Continue reading: "True Qi Realm martial artists from all sides of Qingzhou have already set off for the three major towns. In order to seize positions and resources within these towns, these people act without any scruples. When you go to Hengyue, be extra cautious."

Finally, in a casual tone, he wrote: "By the way, Yuexin asked me to tell you that she's doing well and you don't need to worry. I think she's more tired than you, her grandfather. She's been practicing very diligently while you were away."

Yi Yang pinched the paper strip between two fingers, exhaled his true energy, and the paper strip turned into ashes, which drifted away with the wind and fell into the stream.

Yan Wuyuan apologized and offered compensation. This woman never hesitated to do things properly; if she said she would make amends, she would, and the compensation would always exceed expectations.

As for Jiang Zhongtian's behind-the-scenes manipulation, he didn't intend to tell anyone.

Yi Yang sat on the bluestone and took stock of his gains from the trip. He took out all the spoils from the past few days from his storage ring and counted them.

The total number of spirit crystals, including the previous stock and those looted from the five corpses, is 487.

It's a bit disheartening to be just thirteen coins short of a round number.

As for the pills, the ones found on Ye Hanqian and Huang Yi combined should be enough to sustain his cultivation for quite some time.

In terms of cultivation techniques, the greatest gain was the "Mind Monkey Guarding the Will Technique: Movement Image Chapter," the value of which cannot be measured in spirit crystals.

And that book, "Thousand Illusions," which I took from Ye Hanqian, is also a good thing.

Another thing is Huang Yi's curved sword, a treasure in good condition. I can sell it later to exchange for spirit crystals.

"Lord Yi." Seeing that Yi Yang had finished his business, Uge came over and handed him a water pouch. "Have some water."

Yi Yang caught the water bag.

"How many more days of travel are there?" Ug asked.

"In three more days, we will be able to see the city walls of Hengyue Town." Yi Yang uncorked the bottle, took a sip of water, and found it to be sweet.

"This journey has been unusually peaceful." Ug glanced at the surrounding mountains and forests. "We haven't even encountered any small groups of bandits."

"With the official uniform of the Zhenfu Guard present, ordinary thieves won't dare to court death. As for the people of the Wu Kingdom, they've already been wiped out." Yi Yang tossed the water bag back to Wu Ge.

Wu Yanluo jumped down from the carriage and approached the two men.

"Once we reach Hengyue, my uncle and I will be leaving. Would you like to visit our Wu Kingdom then, Lord Yi?" Wu Yanluo said with a smile, her linen skirt swaying with her movements.

"I have other matters to attend to in Hengyue, so I won't trouble you two any further," Yi Yang replied.

Four days later.

The team crossed a hill.

At the edge of the horizon, a majestic and imposing city gate rises from the ground.

The city wall was built of basalt, reaching a height of thirty zhang (approximately 13 meters), and was entirely black. It extended to the mountains on both sides, blocking the way.

The black stone city wall is covered with old marks from the chisels and axes, and the battle flag of Dayu flies on the city tower, fluttering in the mountain wind.

The city gate was wide enough to allow ten carriages to enter side by side.

The caravan stopped a hundred paces from the city gate.

A long line of people was forming ahead to enter the city. Merchants from all walks of life pulled wheelbarrows laden with goods, independent martial artists carried weapons on their backs, and disciples from various sects traveled in groups. The crowd mingled together, creating a noisy and chaotic scene.

The city gate guards, fully armed and in good gear, checked passersby. All of these guards possessed inner energy cultivation, and the officer leading them was even at the True Qi Realm, making the defense extremely tight.

Yi Yang looked up and saw a heavy, dark yellow plaque embedded directly above the city gate.

The plaque has four large characters engraved on it.

Hengyue is an important town.

Yi Yang's gaze fell on those four words, and his pupils contracted slightly.

That's no ordinary stone carving.

As soon as he looked over, the nine-foot-tall golden-haired giant ape in his mind's sea of ​​consciousness bristled with golden fur, its three eyes wide open, and it uttered a low warning.

Those four characters were written with a knife.

Every stroke, every line, contained a chilling sword intent that pierced through the surface of the stone plaque, crossing distances to enter Yi Yang's mind.

Yi Yang stared at those four words for three breaths, feeling his eyes sting. The martial will was fierce and domineering, about to stir up a storm in his sea of ​​consciousness.

He looked away, blinked a few times, and suppressed the stinging sensation.

The person who wrote these four characters was a master of swordsmanship.

The martial arts will remaining on the plaque alone can interfere with experts in the Tongxuan Realm. If a martial artist in the Zhengang Realm, unaware of the depths of the matter, were to stare at these four characters and try to comprehend them, they would either suffer a qi deviation or, in severe cases, have their meridians shattered.

This plaque itself is a treasure of the level of a killer.