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

Yi Yang sat cross-legged on the futon, his eyelids half-closed.

Snow was falling heavily outside, and the cold air seeped in through the cracks in the window, but he was radiating a faint warmth.

His thoughts sank into his mind, and data appeared on the panel that only he could see.

[Divine Bone Blood Refinement - First Stage - Iron Bones (Beginner) (486000/500000)]

With a progress of 500,000, I'm still 14,000 points away from successfully entering the game.

Yi Yang was making plans in his mind.

His rapid progress in cultivation was naturally aided by external resources. In addition to his own cultivation, he also consumed the five bottles of Blood Rejuvenation Pills given to him by Jiang Zhongtian.

One bottle contains ten pills, so five bottles would contain fifty pills. Each bottle of this quality could be sold for more than a dozen spirit crystals.

Even after consuming fifty pills, he only gained a little over 200,000 progress points.

The remaining 100,000 was obtained by him after another trip to "Yuanmo's Swamp".

Last time in the Abyss of Ink, he sensed that the two "Great Suns" at the bottom of the water were watching him. This time, when he was pulled in again, he didn't dare to waste any time and went straight to his goal.

He dived to the bottom of the water, found the strange aquatic beast that was the embodiment of "evil thoughts," and used all his means to kill it as quickly as possible. Before the "great sun" rose from the abyss, he had escaped that eerie water.

A swift and decisive approach is highly efficient and yields significant results.

The effect of this drop of "Water Spirit Drop" is similar to that of the previous drop.

Yi Yang has now figured it out: the combined effect of fifty Blood Rejuvenation Pills is roughly equivalent to those two drops of "Water Spirit Drops".

But one requires money to buy, while the other requires a lot of effort to exchange.

Yi Yang circulated his divine sense to examine himself.

The 206 bones in his body gleamed with a faint iron-gray luster under the illumination of the Yi Wood True Qi.

Inside the bones, the impurities that were originally scattered like dust have been 99% removed, leaving only a last bit stubbornly entrenched deep in the bone marrow.

Yi Yang estimated that with a few more doses of high-quality blood-nourishing medicine, he should be able to completely cultivate the first level of "Iron Bones".

Several days have passed since the Qingzhou army set out for Yatong City.

With the departure of the army and the group of experts, the night in Hengyue Town became much quieter.

Although commerce continued as usual during the day and people came and went on the streets, the tense feeling of impending storm in the air never dissipated.

Yi Yang summoned Xu Min and instructed him, "Go to the best pharmacy in the city and buy the oldest blood-nourishing medicine."

He tossed over a money pouch containing fifty spirit crystals.

"No need to be stingy, take as much as you can."

Xu Min took the money bag, weighed it in his hand, his eyes flickered, but he didn't ask any questions before nodding and leaving.

More than a week later.

The important town of Hengyue has experienced its second heavy snowfall.

The snowflakes were small, mixed in with the wind, and fell on the eaves and streets, turning into a thin layer of dampness.

Yi Yang sat cross-legged on a futon in the room, with two jade bottles in front of him.

One bottle contains "Qi-Nourishing Pills," and the other contains "Mysterious Origin Pills."

These are all spoils of war from Han Ji's storage ring, precious medicines used by those in the Profound Realm to increase their cultivation.

He didn't rush to cultivate the "Divine Bone Blood Refinement," but instead focused on circulating the true energy of the "True Yang Scripture of Yi Wood" to solidify his foundation.

Body-refining techniques are means of killing and protecting oneself, while fundamental techniques are the foundation that determines how far one can go; the order of importance cannot be reversed.

The data on the panel had changed quietly without my noticing.

[Divine Bone Blood Refinement - First Stage - Iron Bones (Minor Success) (60/1200000)]

With the precious medicines Xu Min bought and his own arduous practice, he finally succeeded in mastering the basics of the cultivation technique, which took more than half a month.

After entering the basics, the requirement for minor mastery of the technique is to jump directly to 1.2 million. However, according to the description of the technique, minor mastery of Iron Bone allows one to fight against a martial artist in the second stage of the Profound Realm with one's physical body, while perfect mastery of Iron Bone allows one to fight against a Dharma Body.

Yi Yang slowly opened his eyes and stood up from the futon.

He didn't feel any earth-shattering changes in his body, but he felt much lighter and had an indescribable sense of clarity throughout his body.

He raised his hand, clenched his fist, and immediately the knuckles made a series of fine cracking sounds, like popping beans.

He could feel that the density of each of his bones was much higher than before, and there was an extra layer of tough connection between his bones and flesh.

The description of this technique states that upon reaching the peak of the Iron Bone Realm, one's bones become as hard as ten thousand pieces of refined iron, capable of withstanding attacks from a Dharma Body Realm expert.

Yi Yang had no doubt about this; in fact, he felt that the description was too conservative.

For martial artists who practice this technique, their bones are their weapons, and their flesh and blood are their armor.

As long as the bones don't break, the flesh can regenerate.

This vitality is simply monstrous.

Yi Yang took two steps inside the room, his footsteps landing silently, his movements more agile than before.

He walked to the center of the room, took out an ordinary magic weapon longsword from his storage ring, and slashed his left arm.

clang.

The sound of metal clashing rang out as a treasure-level blade struck the arm, leaving only a white mark.

Even his skin wasn't broken.

Yi Yang swung down with three-tenths of his strength, but white marks still appeared on his skin.

This time, he channeled his inner energy into the blade and slashed again.

laugh.

This time the skin was broken, but it only cut a thin layer of the skin and didn't damage the muscle, let alone the bone.

Blood beads appeared, but stopped quickly.

Yi Yang looked at the shallow wound and twitched the corner of his mouth.

"This is just the beginning of the technique."

Yi Yang put the knife back into his storage ring and changed into a clean set of martial arts clothes. He now understood why this technique was listed as one of the six major body-refining inheritances.

Even the first level has such power.

What kind of scenery will the Xuan Bone, Jade Bone, Golden Bone, and Divine Bone that follow be?

Yi Yang sat back down on the futon and closed his eyes again.

The true qi of the "Yi Mu Zhen Yang Jing" slowly circulates within the body.

He needs to break through to the second stage of the Profound Realm, "Manifestation," as soon as possible.

Only by condensing his Dharma body can he truly possess the means to protect himself in Hengyue Town, a place teeming with experts at the Tongxuan Realm.

Jiang Zhongtian's face flashed through his mind. What exactly would that deputy patrol envoy ask him to do?

That method of concealing one's aura, which could evade the detection of a grandmaster, was too tempting for Yi Yang.

Any one of his secrets would be enough to get him killed.

Destiny Panel.

The depths of ink and brush.

These things could no longer be hidden from a powerhouse of Chu Tiankuo's caliber.

This time, Jiang Zhongtian stepped in to save him. What about next time?

He couldn't rely on other people's kindness every time, so he was determined to get the martial arts technique that Jiang Zhongtian had.

No matter what the other party wants him to do, as long as it's not asking him to go to his death, he has to accept the deal.

As Yi Yang pondered this in his mind, his thoughts became much clearer.

Risk and reward are always directly proportional.

He's lived two lives, so he understands this principle better than anyone else.

The wind and snow outside the courtyard seemed to have intensified.

Yi Yang composed himself, put a Xuan Yuan Pill into his mouth, and continued cultivating.

In this chaotic world, the only thing you can rely on is the strength you hold in your own hands.