My Cultivation Starting from Archery

Wen Qiushi's father Wen Zhi.

This man was standing by the roadside, watching him with eyes filled with red spider-web-like veins, and even from dozens of feet away, a murderous aura could be felt.

Powerful families, sects, and gangs, they were all too oppressive.

Their sons could come to bully you, even kill you without issue, but if you dared to fight back, dared not to cower and beg, it would only bring disaster upon yourself!

Martial Saint, so be it then!

Chen Sansi had nothing to fear.

The more openly this guy stood here, the more it showed he didn't dare to make a move, it was merely intimidation.

"Still, I must hasten my cultivation."

Just like back in Po Yang, I need the Refining Internal Realm to be able to dominate.

In Liangzhou, putting aside Sun Xiangzong, one must at least be a Martial Saint.

A long and arduous path!

And before I left, my fourth senior brother Fang Qingyun warned me that someone would be looking for me.

Was he talking about Wen Zhi, or someone else?

"Master has returned~"

Si Qin greeted him at the door.

After dismounting his horse, Chen Sansi headed straight for the pharmacy.

In the yard, he had specifically cleared out a woodshed to serve as a pharmacy and had Si Qinmohua buy a lot of medicine according to the prescription he wrote. He personally prepared medicinal brews for Sister Lan to restore her health, while at the same time honing his medical skills.

[Skill: Medical Skill. Ordinary (Proficient)]

[Progress: 291/1000]

"This skill, just like studying, progresses extremely slowly after a certain level. I need to continue learning more advanced medical skills."

After arriving in Liangzhou, not only has my understanding of Martial Arts improved significantly, but my comprehension of medical skills has also gained new insights.

It's said that truly skilled doctors can use "force" or "Gang Qi" to assist in refining medicines, reducing the "toxicity" of drugs, thereby allowing martial artists to absorb more supplemental medicine in a short period of time.

The making of treasure medicine involves such processes.

Both the age of the medicinal herbs and the techniques of the doctor are subject to stringent requirements.

But it is said learning to extract medicine with force is a skill that requires a great deal of time to learn, and the benefits gained are often not that significant. Hence, the vast majority remain ordinary doctors, like those medical officers that Jiang oversees, with only a few who are hopeless in breaking through and interested in this pursuit willing to attempt it.

And in the military forces of Liangzhou, there are two precious doctors of the Meridian Passage Realm.

"After the apprenticeship ceremony is over, see if I can seek their guidance."

...

"Brother Shi, do you want a son or a daughter?"

Lying in bed at night, Gu Xinlan embraced the man's arm and whispered.

"I want them all."

Chen Sansi replied, "At least one son and one daughter, right?"

Gu Xinlan asked, "What if it's always boys or always girls?"

"Then we'll just have a few more."

"I'm not a breeding mother... um, Brother Shi, where are you putting your hand, I'm pregnant, we can't, have you forgotten?"

"I know, I'm not doing anything."

"Thud—"

"Ah!"

A shriek suddenly sounded from the front yard.

Si Qin!

Chen Sansi grabbed his bow and arrows from the wall and the long spear from the corner and rushed out: "What happened?"

"Master, there, there's someone!"

Si Qin's voice trembled as she pointed up at the eaves: "Someone was standing up there, throwing things into the yard just now."

"Bang!"

Empowered by the blood of the Dragon Elephant, combined with [Light as a Feather], Chen Sansi leaped onto the roof and from afar saw a figure darting away into the night.

He checked his arrow bag at his waist for whistling arrows and then took off in pursuit.

Liangzhou had recently suffered so many deaths, so naturally, it was on high alert.

No matter the cultivation realm of the person ahead, as long as he shot a whistling arrow into the sky, there would immediately be a large group of City Guard Army coming to encircle and suppress.

Chen Sansi's speed was no slower than the other party's, but since his opponent had a significant lead, maintaining a distance of several hundred steps, and was very familiar with the layout of Liangzhou City, he quickly disappeared without a trace around a corner.

"Who's there?!"

He stood on the roof, lost in thought.

It didn't seem like the Witch God Sect, but then who could it be?

Cao Fan and his group?

That didn't seem likely either.

This person was skilled in Qinggong and probably deliberately let Si Qin discover him. After being exposed, he didn't harm anyone, suggesting no ill intent, but trespassing into someone's home uninvited and with unknown identity is a great offense!

"They're here!"

With his wife still at home, Chen Sansi didn't dare to chase too far and was about to return when another figure appeared under the moonlight.

Manor Master Wen Zhi of Moon Splitting Mountain Villa came flying with a black-clothed person in tow.

"You..."

Chen Sansi looked at the black-clothed person, then at Wen Zhi, and quickly understood.

This rival Martial Saint.

Seemed to be guarding his door, acting as a bodyguard?!

"You can't die right now, if you die, the one surnamed Sun will come after me!"

Wen Zhi spoke with eyes reddish-purple and his teeth clattering fiercely.

Not long after returning with his son's body, he heard the outcome of the Selected Point, and felt a wave of despair in his heart. A True Disciple meant it would be even less possible to act rashly, especially at this critical juncture.

Or to put it another way. Enjoy new adventures from empire

Anyone could kill Chen Sansi, but he could not, at least not recently!

"..."

Chen Sansi momentarily didn't know what to say.

Was the Supervisor's deterrence this powerful?

Indeed.

The death of Ning Changqun was witnessed by hundreds of thousands.

Blood Refiners might not be so fearful, but the Martial Saints certainly were, and very much so.

The two descended from the roof to the ground.

Wen Zhi pointed at the black-clothed person, his voice trembling with anger, "Why does he want to kill you!"

"I don't know."

Chen Sansi candidly replied.

"You don't know? Just how many people have you offended!"

Wen Zhi slapped the black-clothed person, who spat out blood, wailing in pain.