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

The aura of the giant gray-white eel that was on the verge of death in front of Yi Yang was actually rising.

Yi Yang's fist, which was suspended in mid-air, did not fall. His eyes narrowed into slits as he stared at the golden light shining from the monster's two tiny, bean-sized eyes.

Not right.

This thing was clearly half-dead from being beaten by him, with half of its skull collapsed. Logically, one more punch would have finished it off completely.

But now, something he couldn't understand was happening to the grayish-white giant eel—its collapsed skull began to expand and recover under the golden light, its broken scales were reassembled, and even its neck, which he had twisted out of shape, was returning to its original thickness.

His aura was still rising steadily.

"What's going on?" Yi Yang cursed inwardly.

He didn't know the origin of this force, nor did he want to know, but his many years of life at the bottom had taught him one thing—don't try to understand what you don't understand; kill it first.

A monster that has been beaten half to death suddenly begins to recover and even become stronger. This is not a good omen in any storybook.

Without further hesitation, Yi Yang decided to try another method since his attacks were ineffective in killing the monster.

He released his grip on the eel's neck and stepped back two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters), distancing himself from the giant eel that was "resurrecting."

Then he closed his eyes and sensed Yi Yang's thoughts. In his sea of ​​consciousness, the nine-foot-tall golden-haired giant ape opened all three eyes, its pupils gleaming with golden light.

A divine power, condensed to its extreme, transformed into an invisible hammer, crossing the boundary between reality and illusion, and slammed into the giant eel's sea of ​​consciousness.

But for some unknown reason, the consciousness of the monsters in this area was in complete chaos.

It had no formed consciousness, no complete thought, only a swirling, gray mist, occasionally flashing a few instinctive arcs of electricity—hunting, dodging, attacking, all the most primal animal instincts.

This is not right. Even the weakest monsters in the outside world should not be so chaotic, lacking even the most basic intelligence.

Yi Yang noticed a detail in this chaos: within the chaotic sea of ​​consciousness of the demon beast, a golden thread was spreading outwards, as if some external force was trying to take over this broken body.

The source of the golden threads was clearly the unfathomable Abyss of Ink beneath their feet.

Yi Yang didn't touch the golden thread; instead, he made a more decisive choice: to destroy the entire thing.

The divine sense of the "Breaking Illusion" realm was operating at full power. That power expanded, tore, and crushed in the eel's sea of ​​consciousness, directly bypassing the golden thread of unknown origin and completely destroying a chaotic area.

After his sea of ​​consciousness was destroyed, the giant eel in front of Yi Yang suddenly twitched violently.

The rising energy within it seemed to have its source cut off abruptly, and the golden light faded from the eel's eyes, leaving its two bean-sized eyes cloudy and unfocused once more.

The skull, which was only halfway restored, stopped growing, and the scales that had just been pieced back together began to fall off again.

Before it could completely die, Yi Yang raised his fists above his head and slammed them down hard.

boom.

The eel's head exploded from the middle, and grayish-white brain matter and bone fragments mixed with that indescribable golden liquid splattered out.

Its body convulsed twice, its tail slapped against the rocks at the bottom of the water, and then it remained still.

Yi Yang stood beside the corpse, his chest heaving, his fists covered in slime and bits of flesh.

He stared at the dead eel for a few moments, making sure its life force had completely dissipated, before letting out a long breath.

He had a very bad feeling about what had just happened.

Something was trying to "activate" the dying monster. The power surged up from the bottom of the abyss and precisely poured into the eel's body, as if something was controlling the monster.

Yi Yang didn't think any deeper. Once he confirmed that the monster was completely dead, the eerie golden aura that had been clinging to it also dissipated.

He breathed a sigh of relief, noticing that the dark waters around him were becoming unstable, and his own figure was fading away inch by inch—a sign that he was about to escape.

Just before he left.

The deepest part of Yuanmo's marshland.

The two enormous pupils, like golden suns, that I had seen before, slowly opened.

This time, those eyes were no longer indifferent, looking down on all living beings.

Yi Yang clearly felt that gaze was fixed on him.

A vast, ancient, and indescribable will locked onto his existence.

Immediately afterwards, the golden aura emanating from the giant pupil was exactly the same as the aura that had just been poured into the giant eel's body.

"It discovered itself."

The thought flashed through Yi Yang's mind.

At the bottom of the abyss, the two golden suns began to rise extremely slowly...

The boundless darkness was stirred, and the entire Abyss of Ink trembled at this slight movement.

However, Yi Yang did not live to see what happened next.

An irresistible pulling force came, and the dark waters in front of him, like a shattered mirror, suddenly disintegrated.

……

"cough--"

Yi Yang suddenly opened his eyes, a metallic taste rising in his throat.

He looked down and saw that he was still sitting in that dilapidated house, his back against the wall, clutching two spirit crystal fragments that had been drained of their spiritual energy.

Outside the window, the sky was still ablaze with fire, and the shouts of battle in the distance were less loud than before he lost consciousness, but they had not completely ended.

Yi Yang moved his fingers and toes to make sure he had regained full control of his body.

Just as he was about to check his condition, the door of the dilapidated house was gently pushed open from the outside.

With a creak.

The door was pushed open.

A burly man stood at the door. He was at least six feet tall, with broad shoulders and a thick back. A blood-stained cloth was wrapped around his left arm, and his clothes were completely different from those commonly seen in the Great Yu territory.

He wore short, narrow-sleeved brown clothes, a leather belt around his waist, and straw boots stained with mud and blood.

They are from the Wu Kingdom.

The burly man who opened the door was panting heavily. He glanced into the room and immediately spotted Yi Yang sitting cross-legged in the corner with his eyes closed.

A hint of wariness flashed in the burly man's eyes at first, but when he saw Yi Yang's ordinary dark martial arts uniform and his unremarkable face that could be easily lost in a crowd, his wariness turned into disdain.

He was about to yell at Yi Yang to get out, but when his gaze swept over Yi Yang's fingers, the burly man's eyes lit up.

Storage ring.

The ring on Yi Yang's left hand gleamed with a cold metallic sheen in the faint afterglow of the firelight. The burly man from the Wu Kingdom recognized it; it was an extremely valuable storage ring.

This item is a rare find even among True Qi Realm martial artists in the Great Yu Dynasty, let alone in the resource-scarce Southern Border Witch Kingdom, where many Transcendent Realm experts dream of owning it.

The person in front of me was sitting on the ground with his eyes closed. His true energy was weak, and his tattered clothes revealed many wounds and scorch marks.

It was quite obvious that this was a person who was seriously injured.

The burly man's eyes changed instantly, replaced by a naked greed. In his eyes, the middle-aged man sitting cross-legged in the corner was no longer a good-for-nothing.

It is a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

He licked his chapped lips, a sinister smile spreading across his face. He slowed his pace and approached Yi Yang gently. Just as he raised his fist, the size of a clay pot, ready to smash Yi Yang's head with a single blow...

The man in the corner who had kept his eyes closed opened them, and the burly man felt a buzzing in the back of his head when he saw those eyes.

Without warning, without any unnecessary movements.

A dark blade flashed past in the dimly lit room.

The burly man's ferocious grin froze. He belatedly looked down and saw his chest, where his once strong and muscular body had been cleaved in two.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

Life was rapidly slipping away from that body that had been severed at the waist.

thump.

The burly man's massive body fell heavily to the ground, split in two.

Yi Yang stood up, walked to the corpse, squatted down expressionlessly, and reached out to unsheathe a long knife from the burly man's waist.

The style of this longsword appears to be from the Great Yu Dynasty, and its condition is close to that of a top-grade treasure; it is quite well-preserved.

A burly man from the Wu Kingdom, at the True Qi Realm, was holding a long, precious sword produced by the Great Yu Kingdom.

The origins are self-evident.

Yi Yang picked up the longsword, wiped it on the hem of his clothes, and put it into his storage ring. The burly man didn't have much on him: a few thousand taels of silver, a few dozen spirit crystals, and a domino engraved with the tribal emblem of the Wu Kingdom. As expected of a Wu Kingdom warrior, he didn't have much.

Finally, he drew his Xuan Yuan Blade and cleanly severed the strong man's head, wrapped it in cloth, and put it into his storage ring.

After doing all this, Yi Yang looked at the Xuan Yuan Blade in his hand.

really.

Another drop of golden liquid appeared on the hilt of the knife.

It was fuller and darker in color than the last drop, like a concentrated amber.

Yi Yang leaned closer to examine it and could sense that the blood energy contained in that drop of liquid was far more concentrated than the first drop he had obtained. It seemed that the stronger the "malice" of the Abyss of Ink, the richer the reward.

He couldn't bear to consume this precious drop, so he took out the jade bottle from his storage ring where he had previously stored the first drop of the Water Spirit Drop, uncorked it, and put the new drop inside as well.

After hesitating for a moment, he poured the first drop he had received into his palm.

The amber liquid pulsated slightly in my palm, warm and carrying an indescribable scent.

Yi Yang put it into his mouth.

The breath that entered the stomach sent a surge of powerful blood energy bursting forth, flowing through the meridians to the limbs and bones.

The wound is healing.

The bruise on his left rib, which was still throbbing, was fading. The skin on his back, burned by the shockwave, itched slightly; new flesh was growing. The bloodstain on his chest left by Xie Tinglan's sword had scabbed over, peeled off, and revealed intact skin—all in less than ten breaths.

The most obvious one is Qi Hai (CV6).

The depleted true energy began to recover, not with the gradual replenishment of spirit crystals, but with a refreshing recovery under the influence of a higher level of power.

"nice one."

"This is really good stuff."

Yi Yang sighed inwardly. He resealed the jade bottle and put it back in his storage ring. He decided to save the second drop, in case he ever found himself in a life-or-death situation.

Yi Yang sat against the wall for a while, and only after his true energy had recovered to about 90% did he get up and walk to the window.

The firelight outside was much dimmer than before. The fire in the east had been brought under control, and the shouts of battle had become sparse and scattered, posing no real threat.

However, from the direction of Tianyun Pavilion, several powerful aura fluctuations still lingered. The auras of the four top experts were still colliding and intertwining. Each exchange caused the entire city to tremble. It seemed that the Blood Illusion Venerable of the Nine Evil Sect was still alive.

The Grand Elder of the Nine Evil Sect is truly powerful; he was surrounded and killed by three members of the Hidden Dragon Ranking, yet he is still alive.

Yi Yang frowned. He decided to remain still and wait in this room. The aftershocks of the battles among those on the Hidden Dragon Ranking would be enough to give him a hard time. Going out now was not safe. This place was relatively safe as it was far from the conflict zone.

About an incense stick later.

Yi Yang detected a sound through his five senses.

A roar, filled with shock, anger, and disbelief, pierced through the thick darkness and reached his ears clearly.

"Gu Zhaohuang, how did you end up here!" It was the voice of the Blood Illusion Venerable, his hoarse, broken voice filled with extreme terror.

As soon as that sound rang out, the hairs on Yi Yang's body stood on end.

It wasn't because of the Blood Illusion Venerable's shout, but because—after that shout, the terrifying aura that had enveloped Hengyue Town for most of the night was rapidly moving away from the city.

This must be the Blood Illusion Venerable escaping.

It couldn't escape from the previous three lists of hidden dragons, but now it's desperately trying to escape.

The name "Gu Zhaohuang" had barely crossed Yi Yang's mind twice before he hadn't even had a chance to figure out who this person was.

Another roar came, this time tinged with sobs:

"Gu Zhaohuang, you can't kill me! I am the Grand Elder of the Spirit Bloodline! If you kill me, the Dharma King will not let you off!"

no respond.

Throughout the entire Hengyue stronghold, no one responded to the Blood Illusion Venerable's threat.

It was eerily quiet.

Just when Yi Yang thought that an even more earth-shattering battle was about to break out.

Without warning, the blood in his body began to stir, as an invisible force was pulling at his vital energy, trying to peel it away from his flesh.

Sensing this change, Yi Yang's expression changed, and the Martial Dragon Elephant Body within his body began to operate on its own, with his perfected physical body resisting the pulling force.

His veins bulged, and a faint golden light shone on his skin. The true qi of the wood element in his meridians circulated wildly, locking his blood tightly inside his body.

This pulling force is too strong.

Even his physical body, which had already reached the Profound Realm level, was affected by the stirring of his blood.

What does this tell us?

This indicates that the person who used this technique possessed strength far beyond what he could comprehend.

This is not martial arts; it should be supernatural power. It is the Blood Illusion Venerable who has unleashed some extremely domineering blood-path supernatural power.

As Yi Yang gritted his teeth, preparing to suppress the strange movements within his body with all his might, the pulling force disappeared, just like that, suddenly and silently.

At the same time, the immense aura belonging to the Blood Illusion Venerable that had been hovering above the city completely dissipated in the same breath.

It wasn't a retreat, it wasn't a disappearance; it was a complete and utter erasure from this world.

Yi Yang stood by the window, his hand resting on the Xuan Yuan Blade, motionless for a long time.

The night sky over the important town of Hengyue returned to silence. The fires were dying down, the shouts of battle had completely ceased, and in the distance came the commands of those organizing firefighting efforts and the groans of the wounded.

The chaos is over.

Yi Yang waited for half an incense stick's time, and only after confirming that there were no new variables did he push open the door and go out.

He had the head of a Wu Kingdom man wrapped in coarse linen tied around his waist, and the Xuan Yuan sword slung across his back. He walked at a steady pace through several streets filled with gravel and bloodstains.

He encountered two groups of patrolling martial artists on the way. They saw the severed head on his waist and the wounds on his body, and glanced at his Sky Patrol Bureau token. They did not make things difficult for him and waved him through.

As he approached the alleyway leading to his residence, Yi Yang paused. He glanced back at the direction of Tianyun Pavilion in Hengyue Town, the last remaining trace of the Blood Illusion Venerable's aura.

Just now, it must have been that person named "Gu Zhaohuang" who killed the Grand Elder of the Nine Evils Cult in one move, a feat that even the three experts on the Hidden Dragon Ranking couldn't defeat.

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