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

three days later.

In a rented courtyard in the eastern part of Hengyue Town, a key town.

Yi Yang opened his eyes from his meditation. The room was brightly lit even without lamps. Looking at the bright morning sun outside, he wondered, "Is it time to head to the military camp?"

But he didn't set off immediately. He first brought up the panel and glanced at the numbers on it.

[Divine Bone Blood Refinement - First Stage - Iron Bones (Beginner) (118000/500000)]

He has already progressed more than one-fifth of the way through his cultivation. He only spent three days to grasp the basics of this body-refining technique that leads directly to the Grandmaster level, and his progress is incredibly rapid.

Under normal cultivation conditions, this speed would never be that fast. Even with the assistance of the "Breaking Illusion" realm divine sense, and even with the sixty-fold boost from Heavenly Fate, Yi Yang himself found it absurd to have cultivated to this level in just three days.

But he did know how such a rapid cultivation speed came about.

First, his own "Martial Dragon Elephant Body" was already perfected, and his physical foundation far surpassed that of ordinary people, so his cultivation progressed quickly.

Secondly, his divine sense at the "Breaking Illusion" realm allows him to precisely control every wisp of true energy to "vibrate" and temper his own bones, making him many times more efficient than the blind men and the elephant.

But the most crucial point is the third one.

Two nights ago, Yi Yang reached his first limit in cultivating the "Divine Bone Blood Refinement" technique.

The principle behind this technique is to use one's own physical strength to temper the bones throughout the body. After each round of practice, the physical strength will be greatly reduced.

Once the physical body reaches that critical point, it must stop and recuperate for a few days until the flesh and blood recover before continuing.

This "recovery period" is the biggest bottleneck in practicing this technique.

After reaching his limit, Yi Yang was almost unable to move while lying in bed. He pondered for a long time and suddenly remembered something.

"Water Spirit Drops".

The "Abyss Ink Marsh" inside the Xuan Yuan Blade is a reward that drops after each slaying of evil thoughts. He had used this item once before. Not only does this treasure restore true energy extremely quickly, but more importantly, it has a very strong repairing effect on even physical injuries.

"Recovering my physical body is equivalent to replenishing my qi and blood, right? Then I can continue cultivating again, can't I?"

After having this idea, Yi Yang immediately took out the jade bottle from his storage ring. There was still one drop left in the bottle. It was the second drop he had obtained after killing the giant eel last time. The color was darker than the first drop, and the effect was stronger.

He took the precious drop of spirit with a try-it-out mentality.

The results were even more powerful than he had anticipated.

A surge of warm blood energy rose from his stomach and flowed into his limbs and bones. The muscles that had been drained by the "Divine Bone Blood Refinement" rebounded, the bone membranes that had been shaken and softened were repaired, and even the turbid energy remaining between the bones was cleared away by that power.

The "furnace," which had already dried up, was filled with firewood again.

Yi Yang did not waste this window of opportunity. While the Water Spirit Drop was still effective, he immediately restarted the "Divine Bone Blood Refinement" technique. With the divine sense of the "Breaking Illusion" realm in operation, he used his true energy to transport the power of flesh and blood into a giant hammer to continue tempering himself.

Under normal circumstances, one needs to rest for a few days after completing one round of cultivation.

With the Water Spirit Drop, Yi Yang skipped the recovery period and seamlessly transitioned from his extreme state to the next round of cultivation.

Two days had passed by the time the effects of that drop of spiritual liquid had completely worn off. Yi Yang checked his interface.

The progress has increased by nearly 100,000 points.

"This thing is practically tailor-made for 'Divine Bone Blood Refinement'."

"Although it is precious, there are stable channels for obtaining it."

Yi Yang was making plans in his mind.

Although the Abyss of Ink was eerie, and the giant golden eye hidden in its deepest part made him tremble, as long as he could reliably kill the "evil thoughts" in exchange for the Water Spirit Drops, the deal would be worthwhile.

He even had an even bolder idea: next time he was pulled in, he wanted to see if he could actively seek out "malicious thoughts" instead of passively waiting.

After all, fortune favors the bold, and as long as his strength increases far faster than the speed at which "Yuanmo Zhize" can contact him, there will be no problem.

Yi Yang got out of bed, moved his body a couple of times, and felt the changes that had occurred during this period.

He felt as if he had become lighter; it wasn't an illusion, he really did feel lighter.

The weight loss was not much, only about two or three pounds. He could feel that during the three days of tempering, a lot of the grayish-white turbid fluid inside his bones had been expelled. After those impurities were expelled from his body, the density of his bones was actually higher than before.

Yi Yang suddenly moved, shifting within the cramped room.

His movements were a fraction faster than they had been three days ago.

Although the change is not significant, it is remarkable that such a change has already occurred even before the basics of this technique have been mastered.

Yi Yang walked up to the bronze mirror and looked at his face.

She still looks like she's in her early forties, with no change in appearance.

He changed into a clean set of Sky Patrol Division uniform, wrapped the Xuan Yuan Blade with a strip of cloth, and slung it across his back.

Today is the day Jiang Zhongtian made an appointment for.

……

The military tents in the city were set up in the very center of Hengyue Town, covering an area of ​​three streets. Outside the tents stood two rows of Sky Patrol Warriors with guns, their iron armor polished to a gleaming shine, their spear tips pointing to the sky, one every ten paces.

When Yi Yang arrived, there were already quite a few people sitting inside the tent.

The tent was spacious enough to accommodate two or three hundred people. Inside, there were several rows of long wooden benches, and in front of it was a huge cowhide map. The map marked the locations of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains and the three major towns, as well as a city on the other side of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains. Both sides were marked with densely packed strongholds in red and black.

The people who came to this military camp were all warriors listed on the Heroes' List.

Yi Yang glanced around and saw that there were at least seventy or eighty people present. The auras of True Qi Realm cultivators rose and fell, and these people were clearly divided into several circles.

The people in the southern group wore uniform clothes with sect insignia embroidered on their cuffs, clearly disciples of various sects. They were in groups of three or five, speaking in low voices but with their chins held high.

In the northern area, the martial arts uniforms varied in style, but all wore the iron buckles of the Sky Patrol Division. These were the Sky Patrol Division warriors recruited from various prefectures. They were the most numerous, but they looked very loose and lacked cohesion.

Several other young men from prominent families, dressed in brocade robes and wearing jade pendants at their waists, gathered on the other side, talking in hushed tones and occasionally glancing at the others.

When Yi Yang walked in, several pairs of eyes swept over him in the tent before quickly moving away. He was ranked fifty-eighth on the list of heroes, which wasn't too high among this group of people, so he wasn't someone who would give a second glance.

The atmosphere inside the tent was somewhat delicate. People from different circles sized each other up, their eyes meeting, and an invisible tension hung in the air.

"Brother Yi! Over here!"

Just as Yi Yang was about to find an inconspicuous spot to sit down, a gruff voice came from the left front.