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

The crimson arrow from afar arrived too quickly, piercing through the air in an instant.

The crimson arc of light streaked across the night sky from the northeast of Hengyue Town, moving so fast that even the divine sense of the "Breaking Illusion" realm could only catch a sliver of its tail.

Yi Yang stood in the corridor of the first-floor private room. His body reacted before his mind could, quickly dodging half a step to the side and pressing his back against the wall for defense.

boom.

The restrictions on the top floor shattered layer by layer under that arrow, and the three light curtains were pierced through like paper windows. The arrow, carrying the will to pierce through the entire pavilion, headed straight for the VIP box where Jiang Zhongtian was.

Inside the VIP box, Jiang Zhongtian stood up, his sharp, spear-like eyes already locked onto the streak of blood.

He didn't dodge, but simply moved the silver spear beside him forward half an inch.

The tip of the gun lightly touched the ground.

"Buzz—"

A muffled hum came from the gun.

Immediately afterwards, a heavy, suffocating gunfire erupted from the top floor.

Yi Yang's divine sense could not perceive the details above, but he could feel the texture of that power—extremely heavy and sluggish, like an entire mountain collapsing.

Jiang Zhongtian made his move, and the entire Tianyun Pavilion trembled under the force of his spear.

The floorboards creaked underfoot, and pieces of wood and dust fell from above. Yi Yang looked up and saw a crack running from east to west in the ceiling, which was widening.

"Chongyue".

Jiang Zhongtian, inside the VIP box, uttered two words.

The unstoppable crimson arrow, upon entering the area of ​​the private room, seemed to have struck an invisible wall, its speed suddenly decreasing.

The arrow continued its arduous advance, but finally stopped three feet from Jiang Zhongtian's brow. The arrow shaft trembled violently, emitting a shriek as it could no longer bear the strain.

Jiang Zhongtian flicked his wrist, and the gun barrel swept horizontally.

The arrow was deflected by a gentle yet irresistible force, changing direction and soaring into the sky.

boom!!!

A deafening explosion ripped through the sky above Hengyue Town, and the crimson flames turned half the night sky into daylight.

As the aftershocks of the explosion subsided, several of the martial artists who had been terrified and slumped to the ground in the hall collapsed to the ground.

Inside the private room, Jiang Zhongtian watched the slowly dissipating cloud of blood outside the window, his brows furrowed in worry.

"Sharpshooter".

"Outside the important town of Hengyue, there is a sharpshooter who can pinpoint his location accurately from several miles away and unleash such power with a single arrow."

"That man is a huge problem and we have to deal with him as soon as possible, but we can't do without him here right now."

After a quick internal thought, Jiang Zhongtian's gaze fell on the direction of the next private room and he said:

"Old Lu."

His voice pierced through the walls as he addressed Lu Zui, "That person in the distance is yours."

Lu Zui's voice came from next door, his tone very calm: "Take good care of Qinglan, I'll be right back."

Jiang Zhongtian only said one sentence: "With me here, she won't get hurt."

Upon hearing these words, the powerful aura in Lu Zui's private room vanished instantly.

……

Yi Yang did not continue to observe the situation above.

He turned around and walked quickly down the corridor toward the side door at the back of the private room.

There's no point in staying here. He's not on the Hidden Dragon List, and he can't get involved in the battles of those people.

More importantly, he was carrying the newly acquired "Divine Bone Blood Refinement" manual and a pile of belongings in his storage ring, which would be extremely dangerous if he stayed in the chaos.

Let's go, now's the time.

……

Second floor, a private room.

Helian Zhu sat behind the mahogany table with a missing corner. He didn't come out because of the commotion; he waited quietly as if he had known all along.

The shouts of killing downstairs were deafening, but he didn't look down even once. His consciousness remained focused on the door of VIP room number seventeen from beginning to end.

Just then, the door opened, and a middle-aged man dressed in dark martial arts attire walked out, with a long cloth bag wrapped around his back. He walked down the stairs at a moderate pace.

Sensing the figure, Helian Zhu narrowed his eyes.

It was the guy who had bid against him before. His strength was at the late stage of the True Qi Realm, and the book "Divine Bone Blood Refinement" was on him.

Anyone in the late stage of True Qi who dares to bid against him is either a spoiled brat from some aristocratic family, or someone with connections backing him, treating him like a money bag.

Either way, they will die.

Tonight's major event has thrown the city into complete chaos. Even if a True Qi Realm cultivator dies, it won't even cause a ripple.

Helian Zhu stood up, and instead of going through the door, he climbed over the broken Tianyun Pavilion.

……

In the center of the hall, another anomaly occurs.

In the center of the hall, the remains of the five monsters that had been instantly killed by the four powerful figures—shattered flesh, broken bones, and blood splattered on the ground—were slowly gathering and flowing together.

Blood, scattered within a radius of two zhang, seeped from the cracks in the blue bricks, flowed down the chair legs, and detached from the blood-stained clothes of several martial artists. All the blood was converging towards the auction stage in the center of the hall.

The blood was pooling together at an increasingly rapid pace.

In less than five breaths, a blood pool about three zhang in diameter appeared on the ground in front of the auction stage. The pool was not deep, only an inch deep, but its color was so dark that it was almost black. Fine bubbles rose from the surface, and the bubbling sound was particularly clear in the quiet hall.

The martial artists in the hall who hadn't had a chance to run away were all frozen in place.

A few of the more timid ones were already backing away, their footsteps making a squelching sound as they stepped on the blood.

Just then, a blurry figure slowly emerged from the center of the boiling blood pool.

First, there's the top of the head.

Then comes the forehead, brow bone, and bridge of the nose.

The figure slowly rose from the pool of blood, at a moderate pace, almost like standing up from the water. The figure was wrapped in a huge black robe, with the hood covering most of the face, revealing only a sharp chin.

The hem of the black robe was soaked in the pool of blood, and the blood climbed up the fabric's texture as if it were alive.

Inside the VIP box on the top floor, the three powerful auras that had subsided suddenly became sharp again.

Jiang Zhongtian, Chu Tiankuo, and Bai Yuchen, three perfectly formed and profound auras converged and condensed in the same breath, firmly locking onto the aura from above, but no one made the first move.

They are waiting.

Finally, the man in black robes emerged completely from the blood pool. He stepped into the pool, his feet landing on the surface of the blood, which supported the soles of his shoes without splashing a single drop.

Chu Tiankuo of the Tianxin Sect, his deep voice echoing throughout the hall, said: "Playing tricks."

"You must be the Great Elder of the Qingzhou Spirit Blood God lineage, Venerable Blood Illusion."

The tone wasn't a question; it indicated that the other person's identity had already been confirmed.

"Hehehe..."

A hoarse, unpleasant laugh came from beneath the black robe:

"Three powerful figures from the Hidden Dragon Ranking, and one prince of the Great Yu Dynasty."

"Okay, very good."

Blood Illusion Venerable opened his arms, his voice carrying a morbid fanaticism:

"I, Xue Huan, have cultivated three divine abilities, but have been stuck at the perfection level for forty years. I have finally waited for this opportunity today."

"Tonight, I will step into the realm of Grandmaster."

"After tonight, the name of the Blood Illusion Venerable shall resound throughout Qingzhou!"

The words fell.

His withered hand, shrouded in a black robe, pressed gently against the ground.