Transmigration begins with archery training

Beside him stood a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment stage.

These two people are Xiong Qiu'an, who is over sixty years old, and Yu Lie, a celestial official from Tianyong City.

According to the deployment of Youlin Qicheng, a disciple of Wolong, and Wang Zhi, the deputy commander of the three armies, the army adopted a structure in which mortal warriors and celestial officials were paired up to take charge.

Mortal generals possess experience in commanding troops, while celestial officials have the skills of cultivators. Only by cooperating with each other, leveraging their strengths and compensating for their weaknesses, can they cope with various emergencies.

If there were cultivators skilled in using detection techniques, they would be able to see a wisp of white Xuan Qi swirling above the heads of the ordinary martial artists and soldiers in front of them, looking like cooking smoke.

National destiny!

It is now June of the 27th year of Tianwu. Since the founding of the Great Han Dynasty, it has expanded its territory without bloodshed, allowing the people to recuperate and thrive. The world is at peace and the country is prosperous. The national fortune and profound energy in the Xuanzhu are like a great river, enough to cover more than 2.6 million soldiers.

They encountered an entry checkpoint staffed by about five thousand people. When a battle broke out, they would immediately ride their spirit beasts and unleash the Heavenly Book Strange Weapon Formation in mid-air. Even if they were just mortals, they would be able to inflict damage on Qi Refining cultivators.

As for the more formidable enemies, those were left to the celestial officials of Tianyong City to deal with.

In this way, mortal armies can overwhelm ordinary disciples of immortal sects through their numerical superiority.

"interesting."

Elder Ting Songke of the Wusheng Sect stroked his goatee and said to the person beside him, "I have lived for more than two hundred years and have a lot of knowledge about formations, but this is the first time I have seen such a mysterious power."

"Yes."

The Nine True Man of the Qingxu Sect said in a deep voice, "This power is called 'national destiny'."

"What a nation's destiny! It can arm ordinary ants into such a form."

Ting Songke clicked his tongue and said, "They are quite similar to those Buddhist monks who rely on incense offerings for cultivation."

Xiong Qiu'an led his men onto the ship. After verifying everyone's identities, he said sternly, "No matter which sect you come from, from now on, you are all soldiers of my Great Han Army. No one is allowed to act on their own!"

"After passing through this place, stop fifty miles ahead. Someone will meet you and take you to your post. You must obey military orders and not make any mistakes, otherwise you will be punished according to military law!"

"I've finished speaking, you can leave now."

The first meeting was marked by a stern warning, which displeased the cultivators who revered the path of immortality and held themselves in high esteem.

"Where does a mere mortal ant in the mid-stage of the Transcendent Realm get the audacity to boss us around like this!"

A young cultivator immediately rebuked, "We disciples of the Wusheng Sect only obey Elder Tingsongke's orders. It's not your place to give orders. If you dare to be disrespectful again, I'll tear your mouth apart... Huh?!"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the Foundation Establishment cultivator standing next to the mortal general suddenly launch an attack.

A massive, heavy broadsword burst forth with orange-yellow spiritual light, carrying the power to cleave the heavens and the earth as it slashed down fiercely.

The young cultivator cried out in alarm as he was cleaved in two at the waist. Warm blood gushed from the broken waist, turning into a rain of blood several feet high and falling down.

Yu Lie slowly sheathed his sword.

Xiong Qiu'an's gaze was gloomy as he said, enunciating each word clearly, "This is the military, not your idle sect. Anyone who dares to speak disrespectfully will be executed without mercy!"

"you wanna die!"

The cultivators were initially surprised, then enraged, and immediately drew their flying swords to attack him.

"stop!"

Elder Ting Songke of the Wusheng Sect raised his arm. He glanced at the corpses of his disciples, his temple veins throbbing, but finally he spoke: "All of you, step back!"

“Elder?!”

Someone retorted indignantly, "How can we tolerate these mere mortals behaving so recklessly?!"

"Bastard!"

Ting Songke angrily retorted, "Assisting the Great Han's elite troops in guarding Guangren Road is a sacred decree issued by the Holy Sect! From now on, you all must obediently follow orders, or you will not only face military law but also sect regulations!"

"..."

The disciples looked at each other, still dissatisfied, but could only swallow their anger and dare not talk back.

The farce came to an end, and the Hunyuan warship was able to pass through the checkpoint and head towards the camp ahead.

"Pooh!"

Xiong Qiu'an watched the warship's retreating figure, spat on the ground, and cursed, "I've seen plenty of these bastards!"

Thirty years ago, when he joined His Majesty in rebellion, he saw these cultivators flying around in the sky on swords.

At the time, I thought it was intimidating, like the immortals in the storybooks. Later I realized that they were just practicing a different method than martial arts, and most of them were just dregs of Qi cultivation. So I was no longer afraid.

"General Xiong."

Yu Lie said, "You've been standing here for several days. Would you like to find a place to rest for a while?"

"Need not!"

Xiong Qiu'an said excitedly, "I've been idle every day for years and have had few opportunities to serve the court. I can't rest at ease!"

"And to be honest, I'm getting old, and I don't know how many more battles I can fight alongside His Majesty..."

As he spoke, the wrinkles on his face suddenly deepened, and his white hair seemed to increase. His gaze fixed on the distance, he said softly:

"Yu Lie, time really flies."

"Back in the Hongze River in Mingzhou, I personally witnessed your father leading the team to act as bait without hesitation. In the blink of an eye, even you are now a middle-aged man."

"Yes."

Yu Lie, leaning on his sword, echoed, "Really fast."

……

The Hunyuan warship slowly landed, and in the military camp, generals had been waiting for a long time, counting the number of people with rosters in hand.

"Stand still! Can't you even line up? You guys cultivate immortality, what a load of rubbish! No wonder you've spent your whole lives refining Qi! Useless trash!"

Liu Jinkui cursed and started assigning areas to the cultivators.

The cultivators were enraged, yet wary of a white-robed warrior leaning against a spear and carrying a bow and arrows in the distance.

"stop looking!"

Sun Buqi yawned: "I am not Emperor Tianwu, but my archery skills are almost the same as his. Anyone who wants to try is welcome to do so."

'He has broken through to the mid-stage of True Strength.'

Looking at the Emperor's brother-in-law, Chen Sanshi felt gratified. In another twenty years, he should have no problem cultivating to the point of perfect true power.

Within the imperial court, few knew his true identity in Tianshui Continent, and therefore he was largely ignored.

However, he and the other elders, being Golden Core cultivators, naturally did not need to be here to take orders.

"A few."

Wang Zhi walked over carrying his Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword) and said to the group, "You should all be familiar with the situation around here, so please make yourselves at home."

Without uttering a word, Jiuzhen and the others transformed into streaks of light and disappeared.

After flying more than ten miles, Chen Sanshi turned around and returned, using his earth-遁术 (earth-遁术 is a type of magic that allows one to escape into the ground) to reach the central command tent.

"Who?!"

Rong Yanqiu keenly sensed the anomaly underground. She raised her magic weapon, the Iron Spike Whip, and was about to make a move when she saw a familiar face appear.

"Junior brother?"

She paused for a moment, then quickly corrected herself, saying, "Greetings, Your Majesty."