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

Two days after the chaos, the martial law level in Hengyue Town was raised to the highest level. Yi Yang did not go out, and the gate of his rented courtyard was tightly closed.

During this time, he wrapped the head of the Wu Kingdom warrior in coarse cloth and handed it over to Xu Min along with the four Wu Kingdom corpses that the Zhenfu Guard had killed in the courtyard.

"Take the rest of the officers, including those in the courtyard, to the Sky Patrol Division. Say that our Zhenfu Guard killed them, and in return, we'll exchange them for merits and distribute half of them."

When Xu Min took the cloth bag, he weighed it in his hand, didn't ask any questions, nodded, and went out.

Yi Yang returned to his room, closed the door, took out a bottle of Xuan Yuan Pills from his storage ring, and continued cultivating.

Half a day later, Xu Min returned. He didn't expect that the person his master had given him was the head of a Wu Kingdom warrior at the peak of the True Qi Realm. Judging from the tattoos and clothing on the person's body, he held a high position in the Wu Kingdom.

And the adults, so casually, shared half of this enormous credit with them.

Xu Min stood respectfully at the door and reported the results of the merit exchange; the number of spirit crystals he received was about the same as Yi Yang's estimate.

Yi Yang nodded and was about to tell him to leave when Xu Min hesitated for a moment and then spoke again.

"My lord, I just overheard quite a bit of news from the Sky Patrol Division."

Yi Yang sat cross-legged on the bed cultivating, and raised his chin to signal him to speak.

"The hottest topic in the city right now is the battle between those big shots on the top floor of Tianyun Pavilion that night."

"It is said that all three experts on the Hidden Dragon Ranking were injured."

"The Lord Bai Yuchen from Wanjian Valley was the most seriously injured. Someone saw him being helped away by his disciples."

"Lord Chu Tiankuo of the Tianxin Sect was also injured, and he closed his doors to visitors the next day."

Xu Min paused here, a hint of awe flashing in his eyes, and said:

"Only...only Lord Jiang Zhongtian was completely unharmed the next day, patrolling the city defenses as usual, his aura calm and composed, showing no signs of injury whatsoever."

"There's a lot of talk in the city right now, everyone's guessing whether Lord Jiang is even more powerful than those two higher-ranked experts on the Hidden Dragon List." Xu Min rubbed his hands together. "After all, those two were ranked higher than Lord Jiang, but they were injured more severely than him—"

Yi Yang didn't respond to that question. He knew better than anyone that Jiang Zhongtian wasn't uninjured, but his injuries weren't as severe, and he was recovering quickly.

After the great battle that night, Jiang Zhongtian came to find him, his martial arts clothes were torn, and his aura was not as stable as usual.

"Any other news?" Yi Yang asked.

Xu Min stopped talking and his expression turned serious: "Yes, three martial artists at the Tongxuan Realm died in the city that night."

Yi Yang paused, his hand gripping the spirit crystal, and asked, "Have you found out exactly who did it?"

"Two of them, some say were killed by people from the Wu Kingdom, others say by the Nine Evil Sect taking advantage of the chaos, there are different opinions." Xu Min frowned as he recalled, "Most importantly, Elder Han Ji of the Tianxin Sect is also dead."

Yi Yang's expression remained unchanged. He asked with feigned indifference, as if it were unrelated to him, "Han Ji? The one at the Dharma Body Realm?"

"right."

Xu Min nodded, lowering his voice even further. "This matter was kept very secret. I spent some money to get a few words out of the patrol guards on duty. They said that someone saw Elder Han Ji's Dharma body appear in the abandoned city area south of the city that night. It was a three-zhang-tall blue-faced deity, but the Dharma body only appeared for a short while before disappearing."

"After that, only Elder Han Ji's corpse remained."

"Alright, if there's nothing else, you can leave."

Xu Min responded and left, closing the door behind him.

The room fell silent again.

Yi Yang sat on the edge of the bed, tapping his fingers lightly on his knees. Han Ji's death hadn't caused much of a stir, which was about what he had expected.

The two blood-written characters he left behind at the time—"Shang Yu"—had an unexpected effect, even though he didn't know that the name represented a grandmaster.

The name of a grandmaster is enough to attract all attention. Even if the Heavenly Heart Sect wanted to investigate, they would have to think twice before confronting a "suspect" at the grandmaster level.

Moreover, this Shang Yu is backed by the Wu Kingdom and the White Lotus Society.

This pool of water is so deep that its bottom cannot be seen.

Compared to these major events, Han Ji's death was just a trivial ripple.

"but……"

Yi Yang's fingertips paused as he recalled that battle: "A Dharma Body Realm cultivator is indeed troublesome."

He recalled the battle that night; the overwhelming power Han Ji unleashed after transforming into the Blue-Faced Divine General still haunted him.

If I hadn't used all my skills and hadn't happened to be able to restrain my opponent, I might have been the one who died that night.

Our own strength is still not enough.

Yi Yang cleared these distracting thoughts from his mind and took out the body-refining technique he had bought at auction for a high price from his storage ring.

Divine Bone and Blood Refining.

He placed the exercise manual on his lap, turned to the first page, and saw lines of ancient characters written in cinnabar.

The handwriting is flamboyant, the strokes are sharp, and it exudes an indomitable arrogance.

General outline:

Bones are the foundation, blood is the furnace. Flesh nourishes bones, and bones generate flesh.

Ordinary bones are impurities, just as iron is slag. Only through countless hammerings and forgings can they become divine.

Yi Yang read through the words one by one and discovered that the essence of this technique was simple and straightforward.

It means treating all the bones in your body as a piece of raw iron, using your own blood and qi as a hammer, and your own flesh and blood as a furnace, to forge, temper, and purify them again and again, knocking out and burning away the impurities that are inherent in your bones bit by bit.

Until he transformed his mortal body into a divine weapon.

Yi Yang continued flipping through the pages, where the descriptions of the five realms of this cultivation technique were found:

A layer of iron bones transcends the mortal body.

Double-layered mysterious bone pattern.

Triple jade bones exchanged for holy blood.

Four layers of golden bones forge immortality.

Five layers of divine bones break through the Heavenly Gate.

Five realms.

Iron bones, black bones, jade bones, golden bones, divine bones.

The booklet only recorded the cultivation methods for the first three levels, but even these first three levels, with their described power, were enough to make Yi Yang's heart pound.

Once the first level of Iron Bones is completed, the bones become as hard as refined iron, capable of withstanding attacks from experts at the Dharma Body Realm.

The second level of the Mysterious Bone involves the growth of mysterious patterns on the surface of the bones, which can store true energy and greatly enhance the body's self-healing ability, allowing broken bones to be repaired.

The third layer of jade bones, from which bone marrow transforms into holy blood, undergoes a complete metamorphosis, resulting in a physical body comparable to that of a grandmaster.

"Directly pointing to the Grandmaster..." Yi Yang closed the booklet and slowly exhaled.

These 680 spirit crystals were well spent.

Although the "Martial Dragon Elephant Body" technique has been perfected, it is ultimately only at the level of a true skill. Once one reaches the Profound Realm, the enhancement to the physical body becomes limited.

This book, "Divine Bone and Blood Refinement," has arrived at just the right time.

He turned to the first level of the cultivation manual, the "Iron Bones" method, and read it three times, word by word.

The core of Iron Bones lies in "vibration".

Using qi and blood as a hammer and bones as anvils, the true qi is poured into the bone marrow cavity and repeatedly impacted, shaking out the impurities accumulated in the bones little by little. During the process, a grayish-white turbid liquid will seep out from between the bones; this is a mixture of impurities and turbid qi.

Upon reaching perfection in cultivation, a dense, iron-gray layer rises to the surface of all bones, causing a dramatic increase in bone hardness, as if covered by ten thousand pieces of refined iron.

It doesn't sound complicated, but Yi Yang knows very well that the simpler the description of a technique, the more it tests one's skill level.

The phrase "using qi and blood as a hammer" sounds simple, but in the process of true qi flowing into the bone marrow cavity, if the force is too great, the bones will crack; if the force is too small, impurities will remain unmoved. This precise control is something that ordinary martial artists would probably need to slowly figure out over several years or even more than a decade.

Yi Yang closed the manual, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and first circulated the "Yi Mu Zhen Yang Jing" to stabilize the true qi in his dantian. Then he drew out a very thin strand of true qi from his dantian and sent it along the meridian to the radius bone of his right arm.

The moment his true energy touched the surface of his bones, he understood why this technique was listed as one of the six major body-refining inheritances.

The density of bones is much higher than that of muscles and meridians, so the resistance to the penetration of true qi is extremely great. The wisp of true qi, as thin as a hair, spun around on the surface of the bones and was bounced back.

Yi Yang didn't increase the force. Instead, he changed his approach, extending his "Breaking Illusion" realm divine sense to envelop every inch of the radius bone in his right arm.

The texture, gaps, and density distribution of the bones were clearly visible in his divine perception.

He found the weakest points on the bone surface—the places where the gaps between the trabeculae were the largest, and also the easiest entry points for true qi to penetrate.

Yi Yang redirected the wisp of true energy, aimed it at one of the gaps, and gently pushed it forward.

This time, the true energy wasn't bounced back; it slipped into the gap, like a needle piercing a sand dune—slow but steady.

The moment the true energy entered the bone marrow cavity, a muffled sound came from Yi Yang's right arm. The vibration emanating from the bone spread along the bones to the entire arm.

A sharp, aching pain shot through his bones, and Yi Yang frowned, but his hands didn't stop moving.

He continued to use his divine sense to guide the true energy to impact and vibrate within the bone marrow cavity, precisely controlling the force of each impact—not relying on experience, but on the divine sense of the "Breaking Illusion" realm to monitor and adjust the state inside the bones in real time.

Wherever the impurities loosen, apply a little more force.

Where the bone wall is at its limit, reduce it by half.

Such precision is something that an ordinary martial artist might not even reach after ten years of training.

However, Yi Yang possesses the "Breaking Illusion" realm of divine sense. His divine sense can clearly see the location of every impurity in the bone marrow cavity, can perceive the real-time changes in the bone wall's resistance, and can make corrections just before the true qi deviates.

This is like a blind person chiseling a stone versus a craftsman who can see through the stone's internal texture; their efficiency is on completely different levels.

About half an hour later, the first drop of grayish-white turbid fluid seeped out from between the bones on the surface of Yi Yang's right radius.

The drop of turbid fluid squeezed into the muscle layer along the bone crease, was carried away by the blood, and finally drained out through the pores of the skin.

A pungent, fishy stench filled the room.

Yi Yang looked down at the grayish-white liquid seeping from his arm, and his lips twitched slightly.

"It's a success."

He brought up the Destiny Panel.

[Divine Bone Blood Refinement - First Stage - Iron Bones (Beginner) (360/500000)]

If it were an ordinary martial artist, without the aid of divine sense, how much progress could they make in the same amount of time? Yi Yang estimated a number—at most six points.

The enhancement of divine sense to this technique is at least tenfold, and when combined with one's own destiny, it increases the cultivation speed by a full sixtyfold.

This was only his first time doing it; once he's more skilled, his efficiency will be even higher.

Without hesitation, Yi Yang continued to immerse himself in the joy of cultivation. This was a body-refining divine skill that could reach the level of a grandmaster, and the improvement of his strength could not be delayed.