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

Han Ji rolled on the ground, his screams no longer human. His skin began to crack from his abdomen, and a dark red light shone through the cracks. It wasn't blood, but the burning true energy surging wildly within his body.

His features were contorted, his mouth was wide open, and a hoarse whimper, like someone was choking him, was coming from his throat.

The air in this area was filled with a burnt smell.

It smells like burnt meat.

Xie Tinglan's knees trembled uncontrollably at the sight. Her mind went blank, all the blood in her body seemed to freeze, and her limbs felt icy cold. She thought:

"How is this possible! A Heavenly Heart Sect elder at the Dharma Body Realm was burned to death right in front of her?"

"wrong."

"They were not only burned to death, but also burned to death by the internal energy within their own bodies."

What did that man do?

Xie Tinglan's gaze shifted to Yi Yang, where she saw the monster standing five steps away from her, its hands hanging at its sides, calmly watching the struggling, charred body on the ground, as if it were something unrelated to itself.

Without hesitation or further thought, Xie Tinglan had only one word in her mind—run.

What about the dignity of the Zhuxi Sect elders, what about the grudges of Heyu County, what about Brother Han's promise—none of it matters anymore.

Life is the most important.

Xie Tinglan's movement technique was not slow as she desperately fled. With her True Qi fully activated, she leaped more than ten feet in just a few bounds.

But she hadn't run three steps when she heard a whoosh of wind behind her.

Xie Tinglan couldn't hear what the sound was.

She felt a chill in her chest and belatedly looked down.

A section of emerald green sword tip emerged from her left chest, the blade still stained with her own blood.

It was her sword.

The bamboo-patterned longsword she dropped on the ground.

Someone picked her up, threw her, and it pierced her chest.

Xie Tinglan opened her mouth, as if to say something, but her lips moved twice without uttering a single word. Unstoppable blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, dripping onto her turquoise, narrow-waisted long dress, forming a dark red stain.

She tried to turn back and beg the monster to spare her, but a hand was already on the back of her head.

Five fingers, large knuckles, and thick calluses on the palms.

Xie Tinglan smelled a mixture of rust and sweat, the smell of a knife-wielder. It was unpleasant, but she would never smell it again in her life.

Click.

My neck tilted to one side.

Xie Tinglan's body went limp, her eyes still open, but her pupils had already dilated.

Yi Yang released his grip, letting the body fall onto the pile of rubble.

He glanced down at the corpse at his feet, made no unnecessary movements, squatted down, and tugged at Xie Tinglan's storage bag twice. Unable to budge it, he changed his angle and untied the bag along with the belt.

He didn't open the storage bag, the token, or the several jade bottles he carried with him; he stuffed them all into his storage ring.

Then he stood up and took out a small, dark green porcelain bottle from his ring.

Corpse-dissolving water.

It was found on Elder Li Chengyan of the Nine Rivers Sect. He used this thing to clean up the mess after killing people in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains. He had kept it and couldn't bear to use it all, and today was the perfect day.

The bottle was turned upside down, and the dark green liquid was poured onto Xie Tinglan's body.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle.

White smoke rose. The outline of the corpse quickly blurred in the smoke; flesh, bones, clothing, weapons—everything was dissolving. In less than twenty breaths, only a black stain remained on the ground.

Yi Yang kicked the nearby pebbles over to cover the stain, then ran his boot over it to make sure nothing was amiss.

After doing all that, he turned around and walked towards Han Ji.

Han Ji was no longer moving.

The creature lying on the ground was barely recognizable as human. Its skin was charred black, its limbs were curled up, and its face was burned beyond recognition. Only a few charred strips of its dark blue brocade robe remained, and its gold and jade belt had melted into a black lump stuck to its waist.

The smell of burning in the air was so strong it choked my throat.

Yi Yang squatted down next to the corpse and began searching it with practiced ease.

The storage ring was still there. The material of the ring had withstood the intense heat of the raging fire, only the surface had turned black. Yi Yang took it off and put it into his own ring.

The damaged spirit weapon "Hanxiao" was not far from the corpse. The sword was covered with a layer of ash, but it could still be used after wiping it clean.

Yi Yang searched Han Ji's body thoroughly and put all the valuables into his own pockets. This time, he didn't use the corpse-dissolving potion and left Han Ji's body where it was.

He straightened up, stared at the charred corpse for a few moments, and thought about something:

"What should we do with this body?"

Yi Yang suddenly recalled that Helian Zhu had been calling out a name, "Shang Yu," before he died.

Yi Yang didn't know who Shang Yu was, but he knew one thing—Helian Zhu was a powerful expert at the second level of the Profound Realm, carrying items from the Witch Kingdom, and calling out "Lord Shang Yu," saying that he wanted to complete a mission.

For a Transcendent Realm cultivator with a Witch Kingdom background to be so terrified that he knelt down and tore his face apart, the weight of that "Shang Yu" was extraordinary.

The turmoil in Hengyue Town tonight, the shout outside that "Kill Prince Xia Haoyun of Dayu and seize the dragon energy", the Blood Illusion Venerable's surprise attack, Helian Zhu's pursuit... are these things related?

Yi Yang couldn't figure it out, but he could take advantage of the chaos to muddy the waters and erase his own traces. He stretched out his finger and dipped it into the remaining blood that had seeped out from Han Ji on the ground.

On the still intact ground next to it, two words were written crookedly.

"Shang Yu".

The handwriting was messy, deliberately written to resemble the last words left by a dying person with their last breath.

Yi Yang took two steps back and looked at his "work".

That seems plausible.

When the Sky Patrol arrived to investigate the scene, they saw Han Ji's body, burned to death, and then saw the blood-written words on the wall—the "murderer's name" left by a Dharma Body Realm elder of the Heavenly Heart Sect before his death.

"Shang Yu" will become the scapegoat for everything, but this person is clearly not simple and should not care about this little trouble.