My Cultivation Starting from Archery

Chen Sansi, his face covered, carried a long spear and bow on his back as he sped like lightning to the Second Layer Mountain as fast as possible.

The night was pitch-black and windy, the bright moon no longer visible.

He concealed himself in a deep mountain valley, where the only sounds were the rustling of nocturnal animals, with no other disturbances.

Only from the direction of Medicine Valley shone a faint orange-yellow firelight.

At the entrance, quite a few Martial Arts Academy Disciples guarded the gate.

"It would be strange if there were no ghosts inside!"

Chen Sansi slipped into the dense forest nearby.

With "Tracking and Hiding" at his side, even in the pitch-dark environment where he couldn't see his hand in front of his face, he could easily perceive any movement around him and quickly found a rugged path that would allow him to approach Medicine Valley unnoticed.

He arrived at a large tree above the side of Medicine Valley.

Chen Sansi quietly observed the layout within Medicine Valley.

It was indeed a medicinal garden, not a disguise, with numerous medicinal herbs planted both inside and out.

"I'll pack and take them later."

"I should have brought a sack with me!"

"It's all silver ah!"

He looked on with envy.

Even though he had recently been drained of silver by Xiang Tingchun, the Martial Arts Hall was still rich enough.

"First the main business."

Chen Sansi carefully counted.

There were about seven or eight disciples guarding the various entrances of Medicine Valley.

Luckily, they were rather scattered, not difficult to deal with.

He casually reached for and accurately picked out the Thyme Needle Arrow from the many types of arrows at his waist.

This kind of arrow, true to its name, had a flat head and a narrow, long blade with strong piercing power, and it was not noisy, killing people silently.

"Staying up late and working overtime at such a late hour is also a hard life, have a good rest."

"Swoosh——"

"Swoosh——"

In less than half a minute, all eight Martial Arts Academy Disciples had fallen asleep, without making a sound.

Chen Sansi was then able to enter Medicine Valley smoothly.

In the depths of the valley, he found the source of the firelight.

In these deep mountains and old forests, there was actually a mansion.

From the details of the exterior, it appeared to have been built not long ago.

"Ah..."

Before Chen Sansi had even gotten close, he could already hear a feeble wail coming from inside.

...

Inside the mansion.

What should have been used as a hall, there was no furniture, just a candelabra flickering dim candlelight.

In the corner, there was a white-haired pharmacist pushing a medicine mill, occasionally adding some materials to it, producing a rhythmic grating sound.

Beside him, apart from herbs, lay a bundle of fresh Spiritual Grain.

Liang Zhan was nearby, sword in hand, training ardently.

The sword shadows flickered, dazzling to the eyes.

"Whoosh——"

Only after he was drenched in sweat and exhausted did he stop.

At the same time, a man bound tight was dragged out by the old servant from the next room.

The bound man was dressed in coarse hemp clothes, seemingly robust, but now extremely weak and pale, with black and purple veins on his neck that resembled crawling earthworms.

He uncontrollably convulsed, emitting painful moans from his mouth and continuously vomiting black blood.

"What are they doing?"

On the roof.

Having finally infiltrated the place, Chen Sansi lifted the tiles and saw this scene right before his eyes.

The man seemed to have been poisoned.

Why would the Martial Arts Hall capture someone and poison them, to test medicine?

His gaze swept across the room.

Beside the medicine mill were...

Spiritual Grain?!

Chen Sansi's pupils suddenly dilated.

Outside the military camp lay vast expanses of farmland; how could he not recognize this thing.

The year was the twenty-first year of Longqing.

The old Emperor claimed to have dreamt of an Immortal bestowing treasures upon him.

Upon waking, he ordered that one-tenth of the nation's arable land be used to cultivate this herb.

But this item, called Immortal Herbs, was actually Poison Grass.

Anyone who consumed it would die instantly, beyond saving.

The symptoms were similar to those of the man before him, with veins turning black and blood flowing from every orifice.

Was the Martial Arts Hall capturing live people to feed them Spiritual Grain?

What was the purpose?

Chen Sansi held his breath and continued to secretly watch.

A few minutes went by, and sure enough, the man started to bleed from every orifice and finally breathed his last.

The old servant of the Liang Family had been waiting for a long time; he took out a dagger and went up to gut the corpse.

His hands, like dried branches, tore through the flesh and extracted a pitch-black medicine pill, handing it to an old man who had been milling medicine in the corner.

"The toxicity has been removed; the young master can eat it now,"

Pharmacist Li, after checking, presented it with both hands.

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Liang Zhan took the blood-stained, still-warm medicine pill and swallowed it without any hesitation.

"Hiss!"

The moment he swallowed the medicine, he gasped in pain and quickly started his Pile Work combined with Breathing Skill, barely managing to suppress the anomaly inside his body.

"Genius!"

Feeling the strong effects of the medicine, Liang Zhan couldn't stop praising, "Pan Quan is truly a genius! How did he think of using live people to filter out the toxins?

"We only need ten people to remove more than ninety percent of the toxins.

"The effects of one medicine pill are worth a hundred silver's worth of medicinal materials!

"This is still just a crude method.

"To really bring out the effects of Spiritual Grain, we must use an Immortal Treasure.

"Unfortunately, Xiang Tingchun is too overbearing, and to this day, we still do not know what the Immortal Treasure is!"

"Yes,"

The old servant sighed, "Lately, Po Yang has been fraught with trouble, and even the flesh and blood of Supervisor Sun has arrived, seemingly investigating this matter. The various Martial Arts Halls dare not continue capturing people en masse. This one was the last we had; there are no more."

"I'm still not talented enough,"

Liang Zhan lamented, "Even with the Spiritual Grain, I'm currently only proficient in the Bone Strengthening Skill, far from small achievement.

"I really envy that Chen guy; he achieved Great Success in Blood Refining after just two months of Martial Arts training.

"Speaking of which, Old Sung's subordinate offended him, and ended up in such a plight...

"Back then, Qin Feng wanted his life; how could he spare me in the future?"

The more he thought, the more terrified he felt, "We need to press Magistrate Ji, we must eliminate him before he progresses in Bone Training, or at the very least, drive him out of Po Yang County."

"Bang—"

Just as his words ended, a bone-crushing sound exploded by his ear.

Suddenly, a pitch-black thunderbolt struck, hitting the Bone Training Realm old servant on the head, blowing open his skull with a complete penetration!

"Uncle Wu?!"

Before Liang Zhan could react, another black thunderbolt struck down.

This time, it was coming towards him.

"Bang!"

Liang Zhan's bones could not resist at all and were pierced by the terrifying thunderbolt through his shoulder, nailing him directly to the wall behind him.

The Pharmacist was not spared either; his thigh was smashed by the black thunderbolt, and he fell to the ground, screaming in agony.

Everything happened too suddenly, taking only two to three seconds.

It was only then that Liang Zhan realized what had happened.

There was no such thing as a black thunderbolt.

What was embedded in him was clearly an Armor-piercing Arrow!

What kind of bow and arrow could possess such terrifying power?!

He was a bone training martial artist!

"Boom—"

Another loud noise came from above, and the roof tiles turned into fragments, falling down in large pieces, collapsing a clear, large hole in the roof.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

A figure descended from the sky, holding a bow and arrow, with a long spear on his back.

"Very well, you really are trying to harm me!"

Chen Sansi shouted coldly.