My Cultivation Starting from Archery

"Li Feng?"

At the entrance to the Death Prison, two demon cultivators blocked the way.

"Brothers."

Chen Sansi, disguised as an old Daoist disciple, said, "Master asked me to fetch two potent medicines."

"Potent medicines?"

The demon cultivator said, "You wouldn't be thinking of targeting that group of hostages, would you?"

"That won't do!"

The other added, "Those hostages were specifically ordered by Elder Yugu."

"Over a hundred people, how could he know if one or two went missing?"

Chen Sansi took out two bags of spirit stones from his pocket and tossed them over, "Brothers, do me this favor, and if you ever need elixirs, you can come to me."

"This..."

Seeing the abundant spirit stones, the two's attitudes immediately changed.

"Three!"

The demon cultivator held up three fingers, "No more than three, and be quick about it; Elder Yugu is coming to pick them up at dusk today!"

"Don't worry, even if something happens, you can blame it on my master."

Chen Sansi was allowed to pass and entered the dark corridor.

Bribing his way with spirit stones along the path, he quickly found the area where the Tianshui cultivators were held.

Looking around, 150 cultivators hung from stakes like straw men.

After revealing his identity, Chen Sansi went to help each of them out of their predicament.

"Fellow Daoists, follow me to fight our way out!"

"Fight——"

At the same time, disciples of the Demon Slaying Sect and Qingxu Sect, who had been lying in wait outside, launched fierce attacks on the Death Prison from different directions, causing chaos over a radius of ten miles.

"This Daoist Lu!"

A rescued cultivator rushed out of the Death Prison, panting, "How many of you are there in total?"

"Ten."

Chen Sansi said calmly.

"Ten?!"

The crowd was shocked, "Do you know how many demon clan troops there are inside and out? Our target is too large; we might not even escape!"

"Lai Chengxuan, why so much nonsense!"

Lu Zhiyong arrived on time.

A huge alchemy furnace rested on his shoulders: "Everyone, jump into the alchemy furnace immediately!"

"Buzz——"

The furnace opened, emitting a burst of purple light.

All the weakened cultivators were sucked inside, leaving only a few skilled in various escape techniques outside.

Chen Sansi hoisted the furnace tripod and led the group with the Wind-splitting Seal, retreating in the pre-planned direction.

Suddenly, a rolling blood mist surged from the sky directly ahead, and even from over ten miles away, everyone could feel the terrifying mana pressure.

"Not good!"

Lu Zhi was aghast, "It's a Golden Core cultivator!"

While everyone was at a loss, the overwhelming blood mist suddenly halted.

Focusing their eyes, they saw a gray-robed man blocking the way.

"This is..."

"Dugu Ao?!"

The cultivators recognized the man: "Yes, it's Dugu Ao from the Demon Slaying Sect!"

"Why is he here too?!"

"Great, let's seize this chance and go!"

"Wait!"

Lu Zhi's pupils constricted, "My, my sword is out of control!"

His flying sword began to tremble, not advancing an inch despite his incantations and spells.

Next, it even showed signs of flying away.

"My sword too!"

"Mine as well!"

"..."

The standardized flying swords of the Qingxu Sect cultivators simultaneously became uncontrollable; even as they grasped the hilts with all their might, they lost connection with them.

At the same time, from high above, came a voice from an immortal that shook their hearts and souls.

"Upper Clarity——"

Upper Clarity Sword!

At the moment the voice fell, all the Upper Clarity flying swords in their hands completely lost control, each one flying towards the gray figure, like a jiao dragon yearning to return to the sea.

"This, this..."

The Qingxu Sect disciples exchanged looks, unable to believe the scene before them.

The rumors were true.

Even Chen Sansi was taken aback.

That Dugu Ao could truly seize lifebound flying swords to use as his own.

What kind of world-defying skill is this?

What is the principle?

Chen Sansi used the Qi Observation Skill to see a trace of spirit light born on the surface of all the flying swords, controlling them as they flocked to Dugu Ao, not simply snatching them, but as if the swords had spiritual intent, actively seeking a sanctuary.

Unfortunately...

He could discern some clues but could not grasp any of the essence.

Shifting his gaze, Chen Sansi ceased to covet the divine skill and urged, "Forget the swords; let's move!"

Not far away.

Dugu Ao hovered in mid-air, Upper Clarity flying swords gathered like clouds behind him.

In the blood mist ahead, an old man in a blood robe with a hooked nose emerged slowly.

"Dugu Ao?"

He narrowed his eyes, revealing a fierce gleam, "Prepare to meet your doom!"

"Roar——"

With an earsplitting roar, a fierce beast, transforming from the rolling blood mist behind Yugu Elder, lunged at the gray-robed man.

Dugu Ao casually waved his sleeve, and the flying swords behind him whistled as they clashed with the beast.

"Boom!"

The two tides of mana collided, waves of air rippling outward from their epicenter, accompanied by a thunderous rumble, locked in a stalemate.

"Absolute Shadow——"

From beneath the fox mask, a summoning echoed once more.

Suddenly, thousands of blood-red flying swords surged up from Chongming City below to the Heavenly Dome.

The Absolute Shadow Sword was the standardized flying sword of the Taotie Sect!

With a mass of additional swords joining the fray, the beast formed by the blood mist let out a wail yet managed to barely hold its ground.

Elder Yugu formed incantation gestures, countering the Sword technique while emitting a cold chuckle, "What a so-called innate sword immortal, but alas, your sword immortal is diluted, only a demon path Golden Core like me, and still a fake pill cultivator, forever without hope of a Nascent Soul!"