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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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266 Chs

Chapter 57: First Glimpse of Human Nature

These True Disciples were all cultivated with a tremendous amount of effort.

Just to be slaughtered like chickens and dogs?

Wasn't he at small achievement in Blood Refining?

He broke through again?

But even if it was at Blood Refining Great Success, Huang Tao was as well, and he had many helpers around him, so how could they all get killed, are they all useless?!

After the shock had passed, Old Five Song was once again enveloped in rage, and he roared, "Have you gone too far? Come, come, seize him for me!"

The disciples who had been scared off before, now that Mr. Wu of the bone training martial artist personally took charge, regained their courage and cautiously drew their swords, edging towards the White Swan Horse.

"Who dares to make a move?!"

Just at that moment.

A voice, with a trace of age and cunning, rang out.

Xu Wencai was seen rushing back, breathless.

Following him were the officials from the Po Yang Thousand Households.