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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 39 Custom Heavy Bow

All affairs taken care of, Silver tucked into his belt, the sky had already begun to darken.

Zhao Qiao and his two companions hurried back.

"That cult has been causing a lot of trouble recently; people are dying every day. Let's hurry home, Brother Shi, you be careful too."

The Witch God Sect.

Chen Sansi felt it was strange.

In theory, those people should be laying low in Po Yang, so how dare they come out and make trouble?

It was unclear when they would find them.

With Silver in hand, Chen Sansi arrived at the medicine shop, only to find it closed.

Not just Yunhe Medicine Shop, but Cloud Crane Medicine Store was closed too.

"Am I too late?"

He wasn't in a hurry; coming tomorrow would be the same.

Upon rushing home, Gu Xinlan and Xu Bin's wife, Sister Tong, were in the courtyard working on shoe pads. They shrieked in fear and trembled like flowers in the wind when they saw someone draped in a bloody tiger skin storm in.

"Brother Shi..."