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My Cultivation Starting from Archery

Chen Sansi traveled back to the chaotic end of a dynasty, thankfully with the hardworking system by his side. He originally wanted to hunt to earn money and someday go to the Martial Arts Hall to learn some basic fist and foot techniques, aspiring just to be an ordinary rich man. Yet, fate had other plans. With officials imposing heavy taxes and the Martial Arts Hall bullying the citizens, he had no choice but to enlist in the army to survive, becoming an archer. From "archery (entry-level)," he worked tirelessly up to "operating a ten thousand weight bow, where arrows cannot be dodged," taking the heads of enemy generals from a hundred miles away! From "basic soldier's spear technique," he worked tirelessly up to "National Guardian Dragon Spear, growing more valiant with each battle," standing firm with a spear on horseback, alone turning back the Enemy Army of a million! Years later, Chen Sansi, having campaigned in the south and battled in the north, was truly invincible under the heavens, commanding two hundred thousand of the Iron Cavalry. Watching his subordinates forcibly ascend him to the throne and become emperor, he felt quite helpless: 'You... you have really caused me trouble!'

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Chapter 119: The Supervisor Gifts a Bow

"Are you certain, all of them?"

Fang Qingyun repeated the question.

He had several exchanges and conversations with Mr. Xu recently and found him quite agreeable. Indeed, the man possessed considerable talent; it was only a pity that his background limited his perspective, requiring him to relearn much. Nevertheless, given time, Mr. Xu would undoubtedly accomplish great things.

Adding Tang Ruoshan to that, even if his meridians were damaged, he could still be of use, but as for the others, there was little understanding.

"I am certain!"

Chen Sansi's voice boomed.

Not far away, General Zhao of Liangzhou glanced over and reminded kindly, "Young man, my soldiers from Liangzhou may not compare to the Eight Camps, but they are all battle-hardened."

"Please excuse me, General Zhao."

Chen Sansi bowed with his hands clasped: "I was merely speaking out of habit about my former comrades."

"There's nothing to excuse,"