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

Night fell over the important town of Hengyue, but the fires burning everywhere and the shouts of battle made the night anything but peaceful.

Yi Yang's figure moved through an abandoned neighborhood in Hengyue Town, his Cloud-Stepping and Wind-Chasing Boots making his footsteps silent.

This area in the southeastern part of Hengyue Town has long been abandoned. It is possible that when Hengyue Town was established, it was not built according to the standards and was never completed.

Now, decades after the town was established, most of the houses built before have collapsed, wild grass grows on the broken walls, and rubble is piled up in the middle of the road and no one has cleaned it up.

He did not turn around, but his divine sense at the "Breaking Illusion" realm had already transformed into an invisible giant net, enveloping every rustle of grass hundreds of feet behind him.

The unrest in the city became his best cover.

In the distance, flames shot into the sky, illuminating half of the night sky with flickering light.

The sounds of fighting, the rumble of collapsing buildings, and the shrill screams of exploding true energy mingled together, echoing from all directions of Hengyue Town. Tonight was destined to be an unsettling night.

This abandoned neighborhood is now the quietest corner of the entire city.

This is a haven for the homeless, a shady trading place, and the dark side of the once bustling town of Hengyue.

At this moment, the turmoil has made this place even more desolate than a cemetery.

In Yi Yang's divine sense, the relentless aura behind him was getting closer and closer.

His strength is at the second level of the Profound Realm, "Manifestation".

Furthermore, the aura emanating from the other party was faintly powerful, and the whole person felt as heavy as a mountain rock.

He must be the guy who bid against Yi Yang at the auction.

"They've taken the bait."

A barely perceptible curve appeared at the corner of Yi Yang's mouth.

He deliberately slowed his pace, his figure flashed, and he disappeared into a dilapidated courtyard with only half a wall remaining. He suppressed his aura to the extreme using the "Concealed Breath Formless Technique," and his whole body seemed to blend into the shadows.

In the shadows, Yi Yang placed his hand on the Xuan Yuan Blade and gently pushed the scabbard opening with his thumb.

A powerful expert at the second level of the Profound Realm chased someone into the ruins in the middle of the night to kill them, all for a fragmented cultivation manual.

Yi Yang has seen this kind of thing far too many times.

From Yang Er of Sanmu Village to Yang Shuqing of the county town, to Peng Qing of Shengcang Martial Arts School, and then to Ye Hanqian, the Blood Envoy of the Nine Evil Cult, everyone who thought they were stronger than Yi Yang eventually fell into his hands.

The difference is that before, he had to put in some effort to find flaws and calculate the timing.

It's different now.

He had never used the three killing moves in the "Mind Monkey Guarding the Will - Movement Chapter" in actual combat.

Tonight is perfect.

Yi Yang pressed his body even lower, his back against the crumbling wall, his ears filled only with the sound of the wind and the faint rumbling from afar. He wasn't nervous, only feeling his heartbeat steady. He had killed more than one person at the second level of the Profound Realm, and now that his strength had increased, there was no need to panic.

A moment later, a burly figure landed at the entrance of the neighborhood.

Where are they?

Helian Zhu frowned and released his divine sense to search for traces of his prey in the surroundings.

But there was nothing there.

The target's presence was clearly evident in this area, so why did it disappear as soon as we turned into these ruins?

"We've been discovered?"

"Or perhaps the other party possesses some special method of concealing their presence?"

Helian Zhu stood there, considering several possibilities, a hint of wariness flashing across his bronze-like face:

"It doesn't seem like they ran away."

Why would a guy at the late True Qi Realm not run to a safe place when the city is in chaos, but instead crawl into this dead-end alley of ruins?

Helian Zhu's mind raced for a moment before he came to a conclusion that amused him: "That guy probably realized he was being followed and wanted to ambush him here, or take the opportunity to escape."

"Late-stage True Qi Realm cultivator, resorting to ambush against a second-stage Profound Realm cultivator?"

Helian Zhu snorted through his nose, a sneer tugging at the corner of his mouth as he said:

"court death."

However, his inner vigilance reminded him that since the other party had the audacity to bid 680 spirit crystals against him at the auction, they might actually have some skill.

What if it's a Transcendent Realm expert from some faction who has infiltrated the first-floor private room in disguise?

Thinking of this, Helian Zhu did not rush in. He took a step and slowly moved along the perimeter of the ruins, using his full spiritual sense to search inch by inch.

But still nothing was found; not a single trace was discovered.

Helian Zhu's patience was wearing thin: "This rat really knows how to hide."

With the city in such turmoil tonight, and his mission not yet complete, he cannot afford to waste time here, or Lord Shang Yu will not let him off the hook. He must act quickly and decisively.

Helian Zhu stopped searching and strode into the depths of the ruins.

His cultivation at the second stage of the Profound Realm, "Manifestation," was fully unleashed. As a powerful cultivator who focused on physical strength, his true energy condensed into a dark golden film on his body, his muscles became firm and strong, and pale golden blood flowed within his body. Within three feet of him, fallen leaves and pebbles were pushed away by his aura, and no threat could escape his grasp.

"bring it on."

"No matter where you hide—"

As Helian Zhu spoke, he walked toward the direction where Yi Yang had last disappeared, toward the courtyard where only half of the wall remained.

Just as his foot was about to step into the courtyard gate.

A powerful killing intent erupted without warning from the shadows to his left!

In the darkness, a flash of light appeared.

Yi Yang moved.

Without uttering a single word, he unleashed his strongest killing move the moment he appeared.

He unleashed his cultivation at the first level of the Profound Realm, "Qi Xuan," without reservation, and the Xuan Yuan Blade in his hand drew a dark trail in the night.

The first move in "Four Symbols and Six Harmonies Sword": Azure Dragon Emerges from the Abyss!

The jet-black dragon-shaped blade energy roared out, aiming straight for Helian Zhu's right arm!

too fast!

Helian Zhu's pupils suddenly contracted. He hadn't expected that his opponent would not only hide his cultivation level, but also unleash such a shocking killing move right from the start!

He hastily raised his left arm to block, while simultaneously activating his protective inner energy.

But it was too late.

scoff!

A dull thud as flesh tore.

Helian Zhu's entire right arm was severed cleanly at the shoulder!

Fresh blood gushed out.

The excruciating pain contorted Helian Zhu's face instantly. He let out a suppressed roar and slammed his left fist, carrying immense force, toward Yi Yang's head.

However, having landed a successful blow, Yi Yang had no intention of engaging in a direct confrontation with him.

He lightly touched the ground with his foot, and his figure retreated like a ghost, creating a distance of three zhang between him and Helian Zhu.

"you……!"

Helian Zhu clutched his severed arm, his bronze-like face filled with disbelief as he shouted.

How could someone at the first level of the Profound Realm break through his protective true qi and perfected physical body of the Manifestation Realm with a single strike, and even cut off one of his arms?

He was about to activate his cultivation technique to manifest part of his physical body to recover from his injuries.

But Yi Yang didn't give him a chance; he raised his head.

Those deep brown eyes were devoid of any emotion, as calm as an ancient well.

But in the deepest part of that ancient well, a faint golden light flashed and disappeared.

"The Mind-Monkey Guardian Technique: The Dynamic Image Chapter" - The Mind Prison Burns the Body!

A tiny, minute thought followed Helian Zhu's eyes, pierced through his spiritual defenses, and plunged straight into the depths of his consciousness.

Helian Zhu froze, his movements halting as he saw a pair of eyes.

A pair of eyes that made his very soul tremble.

There was no murderous intent, no anger, nothing in those eyes, only a pure, all-consuming void.

next interest.

The world before his eyes had changed.

The ruins disappeared, Yiyang disappeared, and the flames of Hengyue Town also disappeared.

He stood in an endless darkness, surrounded by a deathly silence as thick as mercury.

He couldn't feel the wind, hear any sound, or even feel his own heartbeat.

"Who?!"

Helian Zhu roared, but his voice did not echo in the darkness.

Footsteps echoed from the depths of darkness.

A figure dressed in a black robe, whose face was obscured, slowly emerged from the darkness.

Helian Zhu couldn't see the man's face clearly, but he could feel a fear that came from the depths of his blood, a fear that prevented him from even having the thought of resistance.

"Lord Shang Yu..."

Helian Zhu's voice trembled uncontrollably.

He tried to kneel down, but found his legs stiff as iron.

The figure known as "Lord Shang Yu" stopped in front of him.

"Helian Zhu".

A cold, emotionless voice resounded directly in his mind:

You have disappointed me.

"No! No, sir! I will definitely complete the mission! I can do it!"

Helian Zhu shook his head desperately, his facial muscles twitching violently from extreme fear.

"Useless, no explanation needed."

The figure slowly raised his hand, and a hideous-looking insect appeared in his palm.

"No! Don't! Don't come any closer!!"

Helian Zhu let out a piercing scream, his voice completely distorted, filled with despair and collapse.

……

in reality.

Yi Yang stood quietly three zhang away, staring at Helian Zhu's face, watching the entire process of the other's pupils dilating, eyes becoming bloodshot, and facial muscles beginning to twitch uncontrollably.

"Heart Prison Burns the Body" is the first move in "The Mind Monkey Guards the Will: The Movement Chapter".

This technique can plant a "seed of hell" in the other person's mind, and then detonate the deepest fear in their heart.

Everyone experiences fear.

Yi Yang didn't know or care what Helian Zhu's fears were; he only cared about one thing.

How long can the other person be trapped by their own fear?

He silently counted in his mind: one breath, two breaths, three breaths.

On the third breath, Helian Zhu loosened his right fist, and the layer of dark golden true energy protecting his body began to dissipate. It wasn't that it was broken, but that he himself could no longer maintain it. His body was trembling, starting from his fingers, spreading to his arms, to his shoulders, and to his entire body.

That bronze-cast face was completely distorted.

There was no anger, no murderous intent, not even pain on that face—the excruciating pain of his broken left arm was completely ignored at that moment.

Helian Zhu's face was now blank with only one expression.

fear.

Pure, unadorned fear that cannot even be disguised.

His lips trembled, his teeth chattered, and his eyes darted around in their sockets, as if he were looking at something only he could see.

That thing turned his face white, then blue, and sweat seeped from his forehead, mingling with the pale golden blood flowing down his left shoulder.

He seemed to have seen something terrifying, and Helian Zhu's knees buckled, and he knelt down.

A powerful cultivator at the second level of the Profound Realm knelt before Yi Yang, his knees slamming onto the rubble.

Yi Yang stood still, not in a hurry to take action, but continued to observe.

One breath, two breaths... ten breaths...

After kneeling down, Helian Zhu's condition worsened. He began banging his head against the ground, uttering incomprehensible roars, and fine blood began to seep from the corners of his eyes, nostrils, and ears.

The soul deep within his consciousness was being crushed bit by bit by the fear in his own heart.

"I see."

Yi Yang made a judgment in his mind.

Martial artists whose spiritual sense has not reached the second realm of "breaking through illusion" will be completely consumed by their deepest fear once they are hit by this move.

When one loses their composure, they can't even maintain the most basic level of clarity, let alone resist.

This period of time is enough for me to kill him a hundred times over.

If the opponent's spiritual sense hasn't even reached the first stage, "Observing Myself"...

Yi Yang recalled the annotation in the manual: "Those whose spiritual platform is not firm will perish when their heart is burned."

In plain terms, it means that people who haven't cultivated spiritual awareness techniques are scared to death by their own fear.

This is just the beginning.

What happens after achieving some success? What about achieving great success? What about perfection?

Yi Yang couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

"This 'Mind Monkey Guarding the Will' has two chapters: the Still Image chapter focuses on guarding, and the Moving Image chapter focuses on killing."

"One defends, one attacks; they're a perfect match."

No wonder Jiang Zhongtian said that mastering this technique to perfection would make it a powerful supernatural ability.

Now it seems that it is more than just powerful; Yi Yang felt that the deputy patrol envoy's words were an understatement.

When this technique is mastered to perfection, it is probably not just a supernatural power, but a killing move that can be considered the best among supernatural powers.

Thoughts raced through his mind, and Yi Yang brought his attention back to what was in front of him.

Helian Zhu stopped moving. His trembling turned from violent to spasmodic. His lips opened and closed as if he were talking to someone. The sound was intermittent, mostly drowned out by the sound of his own teeth chattering.

Yi Yang pricked up his ears to listen.

"Lord Shang Yu..."

Helian Zhu's voice was squeezed out from deep in his throat, hoarse, broken, and tinged with sobs:

"I will definitely complete the mission... Please don't come any closer!!!"

He braced himself on the ground with both hands, his ten fingers digging into his own skin and tearing at it with all his might. His entire face was distorted and twisted into a ghastly mess.

Finally, under Helian Zhu's immense strength, he tore off a piece of dough with his own hands and presented it forward, seemingly as an offering to someone. His face, now uncovered, revealed scarlet muscles, making him appear exceptionally ferocious.

Whether it was an eight-eyed monster or a powerful figure on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, Yi Yang had seen all sorts of chilling scenes tonight.

But the sight of a tough guy at the second level of the Profound Realm kneeling on the ground, crying and begging a man named "Shang Yu" not to come over, while tearing off his own face, had a greater impact on him than all the previous ones combined.

Business surplus.

Yi Yang etched this name into his mind.

What kind of person could evoke such fear in a manifestation expert at the second level of the Profound Realm?

What is the "mission" that Helian Zhu mentioned?

He didn't come here simply to steal the cultivation technique; there's someone behind him.

Yi Yang's gaze darkened.

There are too many questions, but now is not the time to get to the bottom of them.

The commotion in the city grew louder and louder. The energy fluctuations coming from the direction of Tianyun Pavilion in the distance grew stronger and stronger. The battle between Blood Illusion Venerable and the three members of the Hidden Dragon Ranking was still going on, and the aftershocks could reach this area at any time. Every breath that was left behind was an increase in risk.

Yi Yang raised the Xuan Yuan Blade.

Helian Zhu knelt on the ground, his eyes unfocused, still muttering that name, completely unguarded.

Yi Yang stepped forward slowly, the Xuan Yuan Blade in his hand gleaming with a cold light under the moonlight.

Helian Zhu, kneeling on the ground, seemed to sense something.

He suddenly raised his head, his face a bloody mess, streaked with tears and snot, his eyes completely glazed over.

But when his gaze fell upon Yi Yang's calm face, the fear on his face suddenly subsided somewhat.

Instead, he wore an expression that was almost one of relief.

death.

At this moment, it seems far more merciful than to continue wallowing in that boundless fear.

Yi Yang didn't give him any more time.

A flash of black light appeared.

A magnificent head soared into the sky.

Helian Zhu's burly body swayed and then collapsed heavily into a pool of blood.

The headless corpse was still twitching in the pool of blood.

Yi Yang stood beside the corpse, expressionless. He quickly collected the items from the enemy's body, discovering that most of them bore traces of the Wu Kingdom. However, he didn't have time to examine them closely and put them all into his storage ring. Finally, he also put Helian Zhu's storage ring into his bag.

He turned around and quickly walked away in the direction of his residence.