My Cultivation Starting from Archery-Chapter 571 - 201: Above Martial Saint, the Court Grows Suspicious

Hermitage?

To put it plainly, it's just hiding away.

Chen Sansi had never done anything unscrupulous, so why did he need to hide?

To live a peaceful life?

It's the same phrase again.

If hiding away could bring peace,

Chen Sansi wouldn't have joined the army under Xiang Tingchun during his time in Po Yang.

Without any hesitation, he had said, "A disciple naturally must stay."

Up until now,

Liangzhou had long become his true home in this world.

"Alright, it was superfluous of me to ask you,"

As Sun Xiangzong said this, he caught another fish, "Tomorrow then, come to the Martial Arts Arena."

"Alright, disciple will remember,"

Chen Sansi replied.

"Also, let's get your marriage with Sun Li sorted in the next few days,"

Sun Xiangzong said it very naturally, "A joyful occasion should come before a mournful one."

"Master, what are you...?"

Chen Sansi's expression subtly shifted.

In fact,

ever since he had arrived, he had seen through his Qi Observation Skill that the old man's body was threaded with strands of Evil Qi, corroding his flesh.

"It's the same phrase again, I have lived long enough, you live to a hundred first, then mourn for me, now scram,"

Sun Xiangzong waved his hand impatiently, "Don't disturb my fishing."

"Then you just keep fishing, Elder,"

Chen Sansi bid his farewell and left.

He hadn't walked far

when he heard another fish get hooked.

"Hey, good, very good!"

"This old man is thoroughly enjoying himself today!"

"..."

...

Chen Sansi didn't directly leave the Governor Mansion, but with a few swift movements, he scaled the wall to enter the courtyard where his senior sister usually resided.

"Junior brother, you're back?"

Before he even got close,

a cold female voice came from the room.

"I'm back,"

Chen Sansi came to the window, "Open the window, I brought a gift for senior sister."

"What could you possibly bring me from the Great Desert?"

"Just stretch out your hand, and you'll know,"

Chen Sansi took out a golden hairpin from his storage bag, which looked like an antler but was hanging with many leaves, shimmering golden under the sunlight, extremely splendid.

"This is?"

"A golden hairpin, the queens over there like to wear them."

"Spoils of war?"

"I had a local craftsman make it new with money; you can wear it on your wedding day,"

"Hmm, thank you."

"..."

"Mr. Chen, my dear son-in-law, my ancestor—"

The butler shouted from outside the courtyard, "That's enough! We really shouldn't be breaking rules here."

"Okay, I get it,"

Seeing that the other party wanted to barge in, Chen Sansi had no choice but to scale the wall and leave.

By the time he got back home, it was already dusk.

"Master!"

Si Qinmohua bowed in greeting.

"General."

Ning Xiang also came out to meet him.

Zhaozhao led Chen Yunxi to the rooftop, though it was unclear what they were up to.

"Heading home now,"

Chen Sansi entered the study, asking Ning Xiang to prepare the ink as he started to write a letter.

Now that the Slaughter Vein crisis had been resolved, it was time to have his sister-in-law bring his wife and child back from Qing Country.

After finishing the letter, he handed it directly to the blue bird.

Suddenly, he found himself with nothing to do.

Chen Sansi instinctively wanted to practice with his spear, only to realize he didn't have his long spear on him.

The Li Quan Spear was left in a ruinous state after colliding with a high-grade magic weapon, and he had casually given it to an Ancient Demon Clan cultivator who was yelping wildly after being sealed. The Tiger Head Golden Spear was also thrown off a cliff during a skirmish with several Martial Saints.

Thinking about it,

not only did his brothers under his command suffer heavy casualties in that battle, but he also lost quite a few items.

Two long spears.

And a bow.

During a skirmish with Yuwen Jingwen, the bowstring of the Iron Core Bow had snapped.

Chen Sansi planned to go back to the mountains to see if the gigantic Exotic Beast Snake was still there. It would be perfect to use its sinew as a bowstring due to its huge size.

And speaking of cultivation,

he had cultivated as much as he could fire now, as methods above the level of Martial Saint were still unknown to him, pending instruction from his master.

However, he could still cultivate the "Five Elements Decision."

On the march, he practiced whenever he could spare time, improving his magic abilities as well.

[Cultivation Technique: Five Elements Decision. Early-stage Qi Refining (First Rank)]

[Progress: 285/500]

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Compared to the Immortal Path's life-extending exercises, magic improved much faster.

[Magic: Thick Earth Decision (Entry-level)]

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[Progress: 395/500]

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[Magic: Thousand Swords Descend from Heaven. First Rank]

[Progress: 788/1000]

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Furthermore,

with Qian Xun and the blue bird, his Beast Taming Skill was also improving.

[Skill: Beast Taming (Not entry-level)]

[Progress: 25/100]

...

All these things required slow and steady cultivation and improvement.

The pace of his advancement in the Five Elements Decision was frustratingly slow.

If there were single-attribute cultivation techniques to refine his Spirit Root, then improvement should be much quicker. Otherwise, who knows how long it would take to break through to the Qi Refining Middle Stage.

And then there was alchemy.

There were many elixir pills that could enhance his cultivation.

Boosting these would allow him to enhance his strength more quickly.

It seemed,

he needed to find time to make another trip to the Daze Fang City.

Now that he thought about it, it really was his "grocery market" where he would go whenever he needed to buy something.

Speaking of which,

his master had summoned him to the Martial Arts Arena tomorrow, though it was unclear what for. He also mentioned meeting some people, though it was uncertain who these people were.

After running about for more than two months,

even though the Fasting Pills kept him from feeling tired, he still felt the need to relax mentally.

Mulling over various matters, Chen Sansi gradually fell into a deep sleep.

The next day.

At 5 a.m. to 7 a.m.

The morning mist grew thin and luminous.

Chen Sansi, riding Qian Xun, arrived at the military camp.

The soldiers still in Liangzhou, including those from the Hongze Camp, had finished their roll call and were neatly assembled on the Martial Arts Arena.

And Sun Xiangzong, in no particular hurry, walked up to the high platform.