My Cultivation Starting from Archery

Blood Refining Introduction!

Chen Sansi exhaled a turbid breath.

The so-called Blood Cultivation Introduction.

It is the cultivation of a strand of special "Qi-Blood" within the body.

Those who practice Martial Arts are able to mobilize this strand of Qi-Blood to enhance the power of their attacks.

The stronger the Qi-Blood, the longer the peak combat performance can be maintained.

Just as Householder Xiong had said, only after reaching the Blood Refining realm could one understand the importance of Qi-Blood quality.

This was just the beginning, and in the future, the gap between ordinary Breathing Skill and vast Breathing Skill would only grow wider.

"Stab me!"

Wang Zhi's shout came from beside his ear, "I told you to thrust your spear at me!"

Chen Sansi did not understand why, but he didn't hesitate either; he picked up the Mei Hua Iron Spear, channeled his Qi-Blood through his right arm, and stabbed towards the face of Lord Thousand Households.

"Clang—"

Fatty Wang struck with the sheath of his knife, confirming the strength was correct, "Did you really cultivate Qi-Blood?"

How long had it been?

At most, only six days!

Those who could cultivate Qi-Blood within a month were regarded as having boundless potential.

What did it mean to succeed in six days?!

What's more terrifying is that he cultivated using the vast Breathing Skill!

It's true that the vast Breathing Skill is stronger, but it also means that cultivating Qi-Blood through this method is much more difficult.

Yet he only took six days!

What kind of talent was this?

After his shock, Wang Zhi tried to control his facial expression, "You did quite well for being so nonchalant, kid."

"Nonchalant my ass!"

Hearing the commotion, Households Commander Liu and Householder Xiong also came to see and were astounded by the scene.

To cultivate Qi-Blood in six days, even in the Eight Camps that would be considered top-notch talent, right?

What had they missed out on?

This young man might soon join the Eight Camps, and if he got heavily relied upon, he could rise rapidly to become a Sealed Border Governor, or even a top-ranking official.

By then, even if they received a bit of favor based on the past incense offerings, they could also ascend to heaven along with him.

Although this was only a possibility, letting this opportunity slip through their fingers was infuriating enough.

"Old Xiong!"

Households Commander Liu rubbed his knife handle, "Let's take care of him another day, shall we?"

"No need for another day."

Householder Xiong grabbed an axe from the rack, "Let's do it today."

The Martial Arts Arena quickly became lively.

When everybody learned that while some were still practicing Pile Work, Chen Sansi had already cultivated Qi-Blood, they were all stunned.

Luo Dongquan was also drawn by the noisy voices, his face ashen.

His good-for-nothing nephew would need at least seven more days to cultivate Qi-Blood, which was twice as slow.

"Get lost, I'm not in the mood to play with you all!"

Without paying attention to the two Hundred Households, Wang Zhi led the young man into the tent.

He first poured himself a bowl of wine and drank it, then said, "Today, Households Commander Xiang went to the county city. Once he's back, I'll report this. The Selected Point qualification rightfully belongs to you."

"Thank you, Hundred Households Wang."

Chen Sansi did not dare to take this seemingly avaricious fat man lightly.

This guy might not look much, but his strength was extraordinary.

That previous thrust, he had put in all his effort, yet the opponent had effortlessly blocked it with just the sheath of his knife.

With such a huge gap in strength, one truly couldn't underestimate any military officer.

"You are now officially a martial master."

Wang Zhi asked, "What weapon do you plan to primarily train with from now on?"

Chen Sansi had not considered this question before.

Fatty Wang explained the army camp system.

"During new soldier training, short spears are uniformly issued.

"After the assessment is over, military soldiers can choose the weapon they like or are skilled with, while Array Soldiers can only be assigned based on the needs of their unit.

"But don't think the basic spear technique of the soldiers is poor.

"This set of spear techniques was created by the most valiant general under Great Ancestor Sheng, and if it were in Jianghu, it would definitely be treasured by the average sect as a family heirloom.

"The reason it's used to train new soldiers is precisely because it's not easy to learn, and it can test a person's talent and potential.

"After testing, of course, you can change to what you prefer."

Chen Sansi voiced his doubt, "Won't changing weapons affect Martial Arts Progress?"

"You've only just started, and haven't deeply specialized. It's quite easy to switch."

Wang Zhi said, "Moreover, there's a saying, 'Staff takes a month, saber takes a year, and a lifetime is needed for the spear; the treasure sword is hidden on one's person.'

"Without a doubt, the spear is the hardest to learn, followed by the sword.

"With your talent, if you followed me to learn the blade, your cultivation speed would be even faster. How about it, want to consider it?"

Chen Sansi understood the principle that a weapon's length added to its strength.

In the future on the battlefield, long weapons theoretically had a higher limit.

Besides, although spear techniques were difficult, it wasn't as if he couldn't learn them.

He had never chased after quick success. Advancing step by step ensured a more solid foundation in his arts.

"I will continue to train with the spear."

Chen Sansi made his decision.

"You do have ambition."

Wang Zhi didn't urge him further but changed the topic, "However, Sansi, with you being fought over by me and Old Liu amongst others, do you feel like you're about to soar to the skies?"

"No."

Chen Sansi was aware of the value he had shown, which might be considered not bad.

But he wasn't foolish enough to believe it was "secure."

Possibilities, before they become reality, are merely possibilities.

He believed that so-called "geniuses" were never in short supply.

But those who truly made it to the end and stood at the top, were not necessarily those "geniuses."

Moreover, he never considered himself a top-notch genius.

More often, it was about relying on one's own efforts.

Fatty Wang telling him this probably meant he really saw him as one of his own.

Chen Sansi gave a cupped fist salute, "Thank you, Hundred Households Wang, for the guidance."

"As long as you understand, that's good. But you also need not be overly cautious."

Wang Zhi personally poured two bowls of wine and handed one to him, "Although I am just a sixth-rank Householder, within Po Yang County's territory, I can still protect my subordinates."

"I will remember that."

Chen Sansi picked up the bowl and drank it in one gulp.

Hundred Households Wang also drained his bowl, then tossed it aside, patted his stomach, and headed out the door, "I'm off. I still have to join the Lord Thousand Households tonight to carry out a mission, fighting bloody battles! "

"Buzz——"

Following that, a rallying call sounded throughout the military camp.

Hundred Households Wang and Households Commander Liu gathered their men to head into the city.

"Entering the city again, are they still hunting the barbarian assassins?"

Chen Sansi contemplated, "With all this chaos lately, it really isn't easy to make a move..."

But it couldn't be delayed any longer.

Qin Feng had already become a True Inheritor, the longer the delay, the more troublesome it would become.

Time to change the approach.

With all this chaos, the death of one or two people should be quite normal, right?

...

"Mr. Wang, you are so naughty~"

"You are so big~ Hahaha!"

Spring Pavilion.

In the private room.

Wang Zhi, with a beauty in each arm, couldn't stop being fed grapes and sipping fine wine, thoroughly enjoying himself.

Across from him.

Sat two young men.

One was dressed extravagantly, holding a folding fan, the very picture of a dashing gentleman, wrapped around a lovely lady—it was Liang Zhan, the Young Master of Tianyuan Martial Arts Hall.

The other young man, donned in a robe, equally presentable, was indeed Qin Feng.

He had no women by his side and sat somewhat stiffly.

"Here, Hundred Households Wang, I toast to you."

Liang Zhan raised his cup in invitation.

"Sure, sure, sure!"

Hundred Households Wang drank heartily.

"Hundred Households Wang."

Liang Zhan put down his cup and asked with a smile, "What about that hunter from the countryside, how have you considered it?"

"Mr. Liang is talking about whom?"

Wang Zhi feigned ignorance.

"..."

Liang Zhan went silent for a moment, took out a twenty-tael Silver Ingot from his sleeve, and slapped it over with a chuckle, "Hundred Households Wang, you really forget things so quickly, don't you?"

Wang Zhi glanced out of the corner of his eye and gestured with his mouth, the silver disappearing from his hand in an instant.

"Look at my memory!"

He slapped his forehead, "I remember now, is it that fellow named Qian from Su Family Village? I'll take care of him, don't worry."

"Mr. Wang, you've misremembered."

Qin Feng, unable to hold back, suddenly stood up, "I'm talking about Chen Sansi from Yanbian Village."