Transmigration begins with archery training

If there were a large number of cultists hiding, they would have to have a place to hide. How could they not be found after searching for so long?

Even Xiang Tingchun was able to find clues at Jinzhong Temple back then.

It doesn't make sense.

Unless the Witch God Cult has some other special methods.

Chen Sanshi wasn't just thinking about it randomly.

Once he takes office in the Eighth Battalion, he will most likely participate in the search and arrest of the Witch God Cult.

He also wanted to find out the whereabouts of the "Immortal Treasure" equipment and what the purpose of the previous blood sacrifice was, and what the use of killing martial artists was, through the mouths of the high-level witch god believers.

The black mist in the mountains...

Could it be related to the Witch God Cult?

"Shut up!"

Lost in thought, Chen Sanshi arrived at the entrance to the inner city where the troops were stationed and dismounted.

Chihiro, on the other hand, went out to play by herself on a horse.

It's just like a domestic dog that's allowed to roam freely and comes home on time for dinner. The difference is that you can call it back anytime, so you won't be without a horse to ride when you need it.

Inside the military city, on the training ground.

Most of the generals who were selected for the vanguard have arrived.

This includes Cao Fan, Yin Hanwen, and others.

Fang Qingyun announced that Yin Hanwen had withdrawn from the selection assessment and had automatically forfeited.

"Brother Yin!"

Chen Sanshi patted Yin Hanwen on the shoulder: "Why did you skip the exam?"

"what--"

Yin Hanwen screamed in agony, his face contorted, and nearly collapsed to the ground.

"Lord Chen, what are you doing?!"

Wen Qiushi was furious and rushed forward to help him up.

"what?"

Chen Sanshi looked surprised: "I'm really sorry, I didn't know Brother Yin was injured. No wonder you gave up participating in the selection. What happened? Could it be the work of the Witch God Cult?"

Yin Hanwen was covered in cold sweat from the pain and said through gritted teeth, "That's right. A few days ago, on my way back from the restaurant, I encountered a group of witch doctors and was hit by a sword. Unfortunately, I couldn't stop them."

"So, Brother Yin is the only eyewitness!"

Chen Sanshi asked, "Have you seen where they've hidden? The whole city is searching for the Witch God Cult right now. If we can find them, it will be a great achievement."

"Hehe, no, not at all."

Yin Hanwen sneered, "They are incredibly light-footed; they disappeared in the blink of an eye. We couldn't catch up with them."

"I see. Brother Yin, please take good care of your injuries."

Chen Sanshi clasped his hands in a fist salute, turned around and left.

It looks like he hit Yin Hanwen.

With multiple transparent holes in his shoulder, and even a piece of bone missing, even with the best medicine to heal, he would probably need a long period of rest.

……

"Sir!"

Yin Hanwen's voice was distorted with pain: "Did you see that? He's so arrogant!"

"You came up with the idea, so you'll just have to bear the pain if you get hurt!"

Cao Fan said expressionlessly, "But don't worry, Hanwen, I will avenge you. He shot you with an arrow, so I will at least cut off his arm and cripple him."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Yin Hanwen said angrily, "This person is proficient in the internal organ refining technique. I don't know where he got the guts to fight back. When the competition comes, the young master will be able to defeat him within five rounds."

"Why would I need the Crown Prince? I could cripple him myself if I ran into him."

Wen Qiushi scoffed, "No, it seems we don't need to do anything ourselves. He might not even pass the first round of formation."

"Too."

Yin Hanwen sneered, "No matter how much you train a bunch of defeated soldiers from the countryside, they'll still be defeated soldiers. No matter how sophisticated the formation is, even if they can execute it, they'll scatter with a single charge and crumble with a single kill!"

"I've heard that the Commander-in-Chief also loves his soldiers like his own children. Could this move of his be a performance specifically for the Commander-in-Chief's benefit?"

"This young man is indeed cunning. He knows he comes from a humble background and has some talent, but it's not exceptional. If he wants a bright future, he must attract the attention of those above him. First, he led the people across the river and gained His Majesty's favor. Now he wants to prove that he is loyal to his old subordinates and to curry favor with the commander-in-chief. He's really playing a clever game."

"You're overthinking it. It's true that the Grand Coordinator appreciates people with loyalty and integrity, but he's bringing a bunch of useless good-for-nothings onto the field. Doesn't Grand Coordinator Sun realize that he's just putting on a show? It will only backfire."

"That's right, in the end it all comes down to the ability to lead troops."

"Let's call him a hypocrite and wait and see him make a fool of himself."

"..."

The crown prince's many supporters were talking all at once.

Cao Fan himself spoke in a deep voice: "Not necessarily."

Wen Qiushi asked suspiciously, "What do you mean by that, Your Highness?"

“I sent someone to observe how his soldiers were trained.”

Cao Fan said unhurriedly, "Those soldiers who ran away from the small county town of Yunzhou, under the command of an old man, have practiced the formation very solidly and smoothly. Don't underestimate them just because they come from a small place. They have experienced life and death battles all the way. They are not as inferior as you say. In my opinion, they should have no problem with the first test."

The authorities in the capital sent him a letter specifically asking him to try to befriend Chen Sanshi if he had the chance, and see if he could win him over.

He was initially puzzled. Why would someone with the Nine Dragons Body, even if not many, need to stoop to curry favor with a country bumpkin?

Until a few days ago, Cao Fan witnessed Chen Sanshi's archery skills on the mountain, which improved his opinion of him. Later, he personally went to watch Chen Sanshi train his troops and found that he was indeed skilled in training. This showed that Chen Sanshi was indeed exceptional, and even though he was weak in cultivation, he could become a great general who could be relied upon in the future.

But in short, it's a pity.

The other side clearly had no intention of surrendering.

Yan Changqing was left aside for the time being.

This kid...

They actually seem to be vying with him for the top spot in the podium!

Cao Fan could see from the other person's eyes a kind of unwavering determination, an aura of domineering arrogance that seemed suicidal!

Sun Xiangzong has been tyrannical and domineering for so many years.

Now that he has finally reached the point where he is almost exhausted, how could he possibly allow the immortal technique that allows him to break through to the level of Martial Saint to fall into the hands of someone other than the surname "Cao"? For this reason alone, the person surnamed Chen deserves to die.

Fortunately, although this person has some ability, his cultivation level is too low. He is still only proficient in the internal organ refining technique. Even if he can break through to the minor completion level recently, he will not be a match for someone who has reached the perfection of internal organ refining.

Of course, it would be best to stop him and cripple him before the martial arts competition. After all, if he takes action himself after receiving the imperial decree, he might displease his grandfather.

Cao Fan had already made all the arrangements.

Even if the man surnamed Chen can pass the first stage of setting up the formation, he will fail in the second stage of breaking through the formation.

"The young master truly possesses the demeanor of a great general!"

Wen Qiushi quickly chimed in, "That's called knowing yourself and your enemy, and you'll win every battle!"

"Yeah!"

"..."

A group of people started flattering him again.

"Brother Yin."

Tang Yingke leaned closer: "Is your injury alright?"

"roll!"

Yin Hanwen sneered, "If you hadn't exposed yourself, how would I have taken this arrow? You'll be in for a beating after the selection process ends and we return to the capital!"