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

The cries of birds came from the distant horizon. The cries were high-pitched, piercing, and extremely penetrating, and could be heard clearly even from a great distance.

Upon hearing the sound, Yi Yang's expression changed, and he quickly put away the small porcelain bottle containing the corpse-dissolving water. He knew that the owner of the nest had returned, the Darkwing Eagle at the Dharma Body Realm.

Without looking back, he stuffed the jade box into his storage ring, circulated the true qi of the wood element within his body, and activated the movement technique he had been cultivating, "Flowing Crane Soaring Clouds," and his figure flashed away from the spot.

Yi Yang's figure leaped out of the valley in a few leaps and disappeared into the depths of the dense forest. The instant he jumped out of the valley, a dark shadow that blotted out the sky swooped down from the clouds.

The powerful gust of wind generated by the sudden stop of the wings knocked down a large number of trees, and the gale swept through, blowing sand and stones everywhere.

The Darkwing Eagle landed in its nest, and upon not finding its four eggs, realized it had been robbed. A roar that could shatter gold and split rocks erupted from the valley.

After a roar, birds and beasts within a radius of dozens of miles lay motionless on the ground, while dark shadows circled back and forth in the sky, their broad wings casting shadows over the mountains and forests.

Towering trees were snapped in half by sharp claws; it was venting its fury.

A crazed bird of prey is searching for a thief.

But at this moment, Yi Yang was already walking in a dense forest dozens of miles away. He vaguely heard the noise behind him, but he did not stop walking and deliberately chose the route with lush foliage.

He narrowed his consciousness to a range of a hundred feet, taking in every blade of grass and tree in front of him, constantly observing the dangers around him.

To ensure everything went perfectly, he activated the "Thousand Illusions," causing his cheekbones to move again, and the wrinkles that had disappeared before returned to his forehead.

His back hunched, his steps slowed, and even his breathing became heavy and weak.

The stern-faced middle-aged man disappeared, and a withered, elderly woodcutter, well past seventy, reappeared on the forest path.

He forcibly suppressed the true energy of the Profound Realm that was originally showing, and his cultivation level was fixed at the late stage of the True Qi Realm.

It can save your life in dangerous situations, but it's nothing in the eyes of a master.

For the next three days, Yi Yang did not light a fire. He drank spring water when he was thirsty and ate the dry rations he carried with him when he was hungry. During this time, he encountered some martial artists who were searching for treasures in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains, but he avoided them in advance by relying on his powerful divine sense.

He traveled day and night without stopping, and finally emerged from the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains at dusk three days later, where the trees ahead of him became sparse.

Yi Yang quickened his pace and walked a few more miles before a stretch of undulating black walls came into view.

That was the city wall of the important town of Hengyue, the high wall made of basalt gleaming with a cold, eerie light under the setting sun.

During the time he hadn't seen him, Hengyue Town was even busier than when he had arrived, with crowds thronging the massive city gate.

Martial artists heading into the mountains, merchant caravans transporting goods, and martial artists seeking a living blocked the official road completely.

The air was filled with the smells of sweat, animal dung, and medicine. After leaving the forest, Yi Yang blended into the crowd without making a sound.

The column in front of him was moving slowly, and the soldiers in standard armor were responsible for guarding the city.

The captain in charge held a roster and questioned each person one by one.

When it was Yi Yang's turn, the captain sized him up and judged that he looked like a martial artist who had come to the mountains to make a living, but his strength was not bad. So he put aside his arrogance and calmly asked:

"Travel permit, identity."

"A warrior from Changyi Prefecture, heading into the mountains to gather herbs," Yi Yang replied in a hoarse voice, handing over a large-denomination silver note.

Seeing Yi Yang's subtle actions, the captain calmly accepted the silver note, checked it between his fingers, stuffed it into his pouch, and said:

"Late stage of True Qi Realm? It's really not easy for someone your age to still be risking your life like this. Go inside, private fights are not allowed in the city."

Yi Yang nodded in agreement and stepped across the city gate.

No one gave him a second glance. The captain guarding the city would never have imagined that the gaunt old man in front of him would be so different.

A few days ago, he killed two experts in the early stage of the Profound Realm in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range and also raided the lair of a ferocious bird in the Dharma Body Realm.

Entering the important town of Hengyue.

By the time we returned to the rented courtyard in the outer city, it was completely dark.

Instead of going through the main gate, Yi Yang went around to the backyard, and with a swift movement, silently climbed over the courtyard wall, landing like a ghost under the eaves of his room.

Without disturbing Xu Min and the others who were patrolling the courtyard, he opened the window of his room, slipped inside, and gently closed the window behind him.

Inside the room, Yi Yang leaned against the door, exhaled a long breath, took off his gray cloak, and put it into his storage ring.

The muscles in his face made a soft rubbing sound, and the old man's appearance faded away, returning to his original face.

He circulated his True Qi, which was at the Tongxuan Realm level, throughout his body, and the fatigue from the past few days of travel was swept away. It was time to take stock of what he had gained from this trip.

Yi Yang walked to the table and sat down, taking out the jade box containing the Golden Silk Sunflower from his storage ring.

Upon opening the box, a strange flower, entirely golden in color with petals as fine as hair, lay quietly inside, radiating a faint, warm glow.

Looking at this hard-won medicinal herb, a smile finally appeared on Yi Yang's usually tense face.

This trip to the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains was truly fruitful.

Instead of refining the Golden Silk Yang Flower, Yi Yang took out all the spoils of war from his storage ring and laid them out on the entire table.

First, there was the True Essence Lotus that had been obtained by chance. It was preserved intact, along with its roots, in a large jade box. The five lotus seeds inside the lotus pod shimmered with an alluring emerald green luster. If this thing were to be sold, it would be enough to make all the True Qi Realm Perfection martial artists in the entire Hengyue Town fight it to the death.

This is definitely a priceless treasure. Even if Yi Yang doesn't need it, he can use it to exchange for cultivation resources and precious spiritual herbs.

Then there are five precious artifacts.

Four of them were looted from warriors of the Nine Rivers Sect and the Witch Kingdom. They were of average quality and were worth only a few dozen spirit crystals in total.

However, the "Azure Water Cold Light Sword" obtained from the Zhao family members had a blade like a pool of autumn water, exuding a chilling aura. It was definitely a top-tier treasure and was extremely valuable.

Yi Yang picked up the sword and weighed it in his hand. He already had Xuan Yuan, so this sword wasn't of much use to him. He could sell it later and exchange it for spirit crystals.

Besides these, there were also various bottles and jars of pills.

The items found on the warriors of the Wu Kingdom were mostly medicinal herbs used to heal injuries and stimulate blood circulation; these herbs were extremely potent.

The pills on the Nine Rivers Sect members were of superior quality, designed to purify the mind and enhance true qi.

These things are enough to save him a lot of money.

What truly surprised him was the spirit crystal.

Those two warriors from the Witch Kingdom were very poor, with only about twenty coins between them.

But Elder Li of the Nine Rivers Sect, as expected of a sect elder, was very wealthy, contributing more than 150 spirit crystals on his own.

Including the other two disciples and that branch of the Zhao family, they collected a total of 221 spirit crystals this time.

Including his previous stockpile, Yi Yang now has nearly a thousand spirit crystals in his possession.

A thousand spiritual crystals.

Yi Yang stroked his chin, calculating the purchasing power of the money in his mind.

An ordinary low-grade magic weapon would only sell for a dozen or twenty spirit crystals on the market.

The True Essence Lotus Seed that was auctioned at the Treasure Pavilion could have increased the chance of breaking through to the Profound Realm by 30%, but it was sold for less than 100 spirit crystals.

The money in my hand is already a real fortune.

"Spirit Crystal, Spirit Crystal..."

Yi Yang picked up a spirit crystal; it felt warm and smooth to the touch, and seemed to contain a peculiar energy.

He still doesn't understand what use this thing is, besides being used as a high-level currency for transactions.

Lu Quan'an never mentioned it, nor did Yan Wuyuan.

Perhaps only by reaching a higher level of the Profound Realm can one come to know the true purpose of this thing.

Unable to figure it out, Yi Yang simply stopped thinking about it.

His gaze fell on the four giant eggs, each larger than a human head and covered with dark gold patterns.

The Darkwing Eagle's egg.

He probed it with his divine sense and carefully perceived it.

He quickly frowned.

Of the four eggs, one had completely died, clearly indicating it was a dead egg.

The remaining three all contain a vigorous life force, with one of them being particularly robust, its life fluctuations as powerful as the beating of a drum.

Yi Yang reached out and gently stroked the egg with the strongest vitality.

He already had a plan in mind.

Although martial artists at the Tongxuan Realm can briefly fly using their movement techniques, they ultimately cannot soar through the sky for long periods or distances like real birds.

If I could hatch this Darkwinged Eagle and make it my mount...

The thought of riding a ferocious bird at the Dharma Body Realm in the future, soaring through the sky, filled Yi Yang with excitement.

He carefully put away the egg with the strongest vitality, while preparing to dispose of the other two live eggs and the dead egg when the opportunity arose, exchanging them for cultivation resources.

Yi Yang also found some martial arts manuals of true skill level in his storage ring, but he put them down after flipping through two pages.

The strongest among them is the "Azure Wave Three Thousand Swords" technique practiced by Li Chengyan. This sword technique emphasizes continuous flow, which is different from his own style.

Yi Yang's current main skills, the "Four Symbols and Six Harmonies Blade" and the "Martial Extreme Dragon Elephant Body" martial arts, are powerful enough; there's no need to try to do too much at once.

After taking stock of all the spoils, Yi Yang was in a great mood.

He sorted everything back into his storage ring, leaving only the jade box containing the golden silk flower.

This was his primary objective for this trip.

Yi Yang opened the jade box, and a warm, faintly fragrant aroma wafted out.

He held the golden thread sunflower in his palm, closed his eyes, and carefully sensed it with his divine sense.

Within the petals lies a pure and concentrated yang energy, like the warm sun in winter, which can directly nourish and strengthen one's divine consciousness.

"nice one."

A satisfied smile curved the corners of Yi Yang's mouth.

This elixir, refined over nearly a century, is no ordinary thing. Even though its medicinal power is currently restrained, the faint medicinal fragrance emitted after opening the jade box brought a moment of clarity to Yi Yang's mind.

Even the golden-haired giant ape sitting cross-legged in the center of his sea of ​​consciousness opened all three eyes at the same time and let out a comfortable low growl.

This thing has an irreplaceable effect on nourishing the divine sense and cultivating the techniques.

Yi Yang sat in the chair, looking at the Golden Silk Sunflower, and gently stroked the edge of the jade box with his fingertips. The three killing moves of the "Mind Monkey Guarding the Will - Movement Chapter" require a huge amount of spiritual energy to master.

With this golden thread flower, the time required for arduous cultivation, which would normally take several months, can be significantly shortened.

Once one has mastered the basics of spiritual cultivation, coupled with the added advantage of one's destiny, one can develop combat power in a very short time.

This method of attack, which targets the spirit and will, allows him to remain invincible in battles against opponents of the same level.