My Cultivation Starting from Archery

Sword shadows and spear glimmers crossed and flickered.

Battle horses neighed fiercely, and figures moved swiftly.

Every time their weapons collided, Chen Sansi had to exert his full strength to parry.

It's no wonder Old Fifth Song was so confident before he made his move.

The gap between Bone Training and Blood Refining was indeed vast.

However, for Chen Sansi, as long as he could withstand the first onslaught, it meant that he would not lose and even had a very high chance of winning.

Because,

he could keep it up indefinitely!

The power of the Dragon Elephant bloodline was not only formidable, but its efficiency far exceeded that of ordinary Qi-Blood.

With the same amount of Qi-Blood consumption, an ordinary person could deliver one strike, while Chen Sansi could deliver at least three. As time dragged on, the longer it went, the greater his chance of winning naturally became.

The person who understood this most deeply was naturally Old Fifth Song himself.

"What kind of freak is this!"

His Thunderbolt Sword Technique was definitely considered excellent in a place like Po Yang County.

Plus, with his Bone Training and Blood Refining, he was suppressing across levels. That he couldn't take down his opponent quickly was one thing, but after dozens of exchanges, he hadn't felt the slightest sign of being able to win.

The youth's spear technique was pure and refined. Although it appeared that he was always on the defensive, in reality, if he was the slightest bit careless, the next second the spear tip would be thrusting straight at his face.

Additionally, the opponent was riding a warhorse, looking down from above, coordinating with a long spear over a meter in length to sweep in all directions. Old Fifth Song couldn't get close at all and could only ever gamble against the sharp spear tip, unable to even injure the horse below.

His heart grew impatient.

"After all, it's just the realm of Blood Refining!"

"I want to see how much longer you can hold out!"

Old Fifth Song roared with fury.

He overworked his Qi-Blood, his long sword slashing like a storm without giving any respite, aimed to force the opponent to expend a large amount of Qi-Blood and win by the accumulation of his realm.

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"Wang Li."

Zhu Tong cursed, "If the situation doesn't look right, the two of us will go up together and mess 'em up!"

"Alright!" Wang Li nodded.

Zhao Qiao and Wu Da also quietly grabbed bows and arrows, ready to ambush at a moment's notice.

Only Xu Bin felt increasingly familiar with what he saw.

Yes, it was this feeling.

"We don't need to interfere; Chen Sansi has a ninety percent chance of winning!"

"How can you tell?"

"Just watch."

Indeed, another twenty exchanges passed.

Old Fifth Song's explosive power began to wane with time.

In contrast, the young man's condition didn't seem different from the beginning. It was impossible to see how much longer he could hold on, but it was Old Fifth Song who began to show flaws, giving his opponent the chance to counterattack.

Several meters apart, the gale-like onrush of the Reed Leaf Spear was either a thrust to the face or a stab to the throat, each move deadly like a bloodthirsty venomous snake.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

Old Fifth Song continually swung the sword to cut down the snakes, but one after another kept coming, faster and more numerous. Eventually, they were everywhere and unstoppable.

He had no choice but to dodge frantically, twisting his neck and head to evade, looking like a thrilling acrobatic performance.

Cold sweat broke out from his body, and Old Fifth Song realized a frightening fact.

If this delay continued, it wouldn't be a matter of whether he could win or not, but whether he would die!

Having achieved Great Success in Blood Refining, his strength hadn't diminished much, but he had been able to last for so long. How was this possible?!

He could fight no longer!

The rage in Old Fifth Song's heart was gradually extinguished, and he regained his composure.

"Clang—"

He exerted all his strength to chop away the spear tip, then leaped backwards consecutively to quickly distance himself.

Chen Sansi leapt up from the saddle, like a tiger pouncing in mid-air, quickly closing the gap. He thrust out the Reed Leaf Spear in his hand, aiming directly at his opponent's chest.

This thrust was extraordinarily swift; Old Fifth Song couldn't block in time, nor dared to. He dodged to the side, narrowly allowing the spear to graze past him. However, the spear blade still opened a chasm on his chest, with fresh blood gushing out.

"Bang!"

Chen Sansi didn't retract his spear. The Dragon Elephant blood in his body surged wildly. Holding the shaft like a club, with his body and horse's momentum combined, he unleashed a Bear Gang Force and swept it across the opponent's chest.

Old Fifth Song was sent flying several meters backward and crashed onto the yellow muddy ground. Under the effect of inertia, he rolled several times before stopping, his face covered in fresh blood, and his fine clothes became utterly disheveled.

"Stop... hold on!"

He supported himself up with his sword: "I... I concede. I'll no longer pursue the matter of killing my disciple. Let's call it quits!"

The crowd was stunned.

A Blood Refining Warrior won against a Bone Training Warrior?!

"Farewell!"

Old Fifth Song, no longer caring about his appearance, dropped the words and fled.

"Old Fifth!"

The encircled disciples of the Martial Arts Hall shouted loudly.

But clearly, their Old Fifth did not plan to care for them.

"Good, it's just as well to stop here! A few dead disciples of the Martial Arts Hall shouldn't be a big problem."

Xu Bin and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

But soon, they tensed up again.

Because the youth seemed not ready to let go of this Old Fifth.

Chen Sansi withdrew his spear, picked up the Kaiyuan Great Bow, then bent down to pull out an arrow from a corpse, and drew the bow without a moment's hesitation.

"Swoosh—"

Old Fifth Song, who had run nearly a hundred steps away, kept looking back to watch.

When he saw the other party drawing the bow and nocking the arrow, he thought to use the sword to strike, but he was a moment too slow. The Wolf Teeth Arrow whistled in, piercing through flesh and lodging in his chest—not reaching the heart but shattering bones on impact.

Mr. Song staggered to the ground, looking up at the young man chasing after him, his face contorted in a ferocious snarl, "You... you kill my disciples and that's one thing, but do you really dare to kill me?!"

"Why shouldn't I!"

Chen Sansi's fierce shout echoed through the village.

The White Swan Horse responded to his call, and he once again mounted, pointing his reed-leaf long spear straight ahead. Gathering all his Qi-Blood Power, he focused it entirely upon the long spear, and combining it with the charging warhorse, he rapidly closed in on his enemy and thrust the spear downward.

Mr. Song was unable to resist at all, his treasure sword shattered upon contact and dropped to the ground.

The sharp and elongated gun blade was unstoppable as it thunderously pierced into his body.

"Ah—"

Mr. Song lay on the ground screaming, using his last strength to grasp the spear shaft desperately, preventing the gun tip from penetrating deeper into the wound.

The White Swan Horse did not stop.

The long spear, embedded in the opponent's body, dragged across the ground.

Mr. Song's clothes were torn and his back a gory mess; the strength in his grip on the spear shaft weakened more and more. Blood bubbled from his mouth as he made a final effort to save his life, "My family pays tribute to the Lord Prefect every year, you... killing me is a death sentence..."

"Puchi!"

Chen Sansi couldn't be bothered to respond. He twisted the spear shaft, causing the gun tip to churn within the opponent's body, drilling through bones before mashing the heart like a drill.

Mr. Song's hands slackened, and he breathed his last.

In Yanbian Village, an eerie silence prevailed!

Chen Sansi raised the long spear high:

"Brothers, rest assured, I killed Mr. Song. I will go to Lord Thousand Households myself to explain the situation; it has nothing to do with you all!"

——

Eight Treasures Restaurant.

Private room.

Fine wine and dishes filled the dining table, yet no one moved their chopsticks.

Xiang Tingchun sat in the seat of honor. In front of him were the Masters of the Four Great Martial Arts Schools of Po Yang County.

"My speech is over."

His gaze swept over each of them, each word heavy, "Who agrees, and who opposes?"

"Don't even think about it!"

Master Song Nanshan of Tai Lei Martial Arts Academy was the first to speak out.

His hair and beard were white, his breath weak as if he had just recovered from a severe illness, but his words were firm, "Commander Xiang, you're too aggressive. I see no need to continue this discussion!"

He tried to rise, leaning on his walking stick.

Luo Dongquan, guarding the door, flashed his blade.

Master Song Nanshan demanded angrily, "What does this mean?!"

"It's obvious."

Xiang Tingchun helped himself to a drink, speaking leisurely, "Today, whether you agree or not, you won't leave through this door unless you do.

"Master Song, you are the oldest and most experienced here. I hope you can set a good example."

"I've made myself perfectly clear!"

Master Song Nanshan snorted coldly, "Without seeing the thing, don't even think about getting another copper coin from us!"

"Well said!"

The Master of Tianyuan Martial Arts Academy banged on the table, echoing, "Xiang Tingchun, I suspect you don't have the Immortal Treasure at all and have been deceiving us all along!"

"Master Liang, there's no need to test me."

Xiang Tingchun narrowed his eyes, "I'm telling you one last time, cooperate honestly, and after spring, the thing will be delivered to you with both hands!"

Master Song Nanshan stood his ground, "What if we insist on seeing the thing first?"

"Then I might just find something in your mansions."

Xiang Tingchun spoke indifferently, "For example, armor, or crossbows, or perhaps a large number of long weapons."

"Nonsense!"

Master Song Nanshan's anger aggravated his injuries, and he coughed violently. Pointing at his nose, he scolded, "Xiang Tingchun, don't forget we're grasshoppers on the same rope; making a big scene benefits no one!"

Xiang Tingchun's eyes darkened, "Threatening me?"

Master Song Nanshan turned to the others, "Don't be afraid of him; he's just bluffing. I'll personally clear things up with the officials about the weapons and armor. As for the Immortal Treasure, he wouldn't dare make it public!"

Xiang Tingchun's right hand silently rested on the hilt of the knife hidden beneath him, but he did not draw it.

The opponent was right.

Just planting some armor and weapons was not quite enough.

Even if they resorted to force, they couldn't exterminate all the Four Great Martial Arts Schools; they had to pick a target to make an example of.

The atmosphere tensed as if blades were drawn. Outside, an argument could be heard.

"Lord Thousand Households has given orders not to enter!"

"Please relay a message as I have urgent news to report!"

"..."

Luo Dongquan went to check and soon returned, quietly reporting to the commander, "A flag leader has come looking for you, named Fang Ping, he says..."

As Xiang Tingchun listened to the report, the murderous intent in his pupils surged, and his voice grew several times more forceful, finally having a suitable target.

"Song Nanshan, you've got some nerve!"

"Tai Lei Martial Arts Academy Disciples committing murder in broad daylight, seen by hundreds, and you still say you don't have rebellious intentions?! Death awaits you!"

Before Master Song Nanshan could comprehend the situation, his head was severed with a single slash.

"Pass my order!"

Xiang Tingchun was full of killing intent, "Tai Lei Martial Arts Academy has plotted rebellion; we must immediately dispatch troops to suppress them, leave none alive!"

"Mad dog!"

The remaining three Martial Arts Hall Masters were shocked and dismayed, "Xiang Tingchun, you mad dog!"

"Indeed, I am a mad dog!"

Xiang Tingchun's eyes were bloodshot, "By tomorrow dusk, I want to see the military granaries replenished, otherwise, you all die with this mad dog!"