Transmigration begins with archery training

Chen Sanshi picked up the Five Tiger Soul-Severing Spear and began practicing the Transformation Technique.

The term "化劲" (huà jìn) means "to transform one's strength into power."

The goal is to transform the body's Qi and blood into internal strength. This process requires maintaining a state of "explosive blood" and constantly challenging one's limits to understand how to transform internal strength.

Therefore, for the vast majority of martial artists, it is an extremely slow and difficult process, since they can only last for twenty or thirty rounds at most.

Chen Sanshi is different; he can last at least two hundred rounds.

Moreover, while he was cultivating, the Linghe Ointment continuously strengthened his physical body and blood, providing great assistance and having an effect more than three times that of wood ash!

The toxins in the meridians still remain.

However, the toxicity of ointments extracted by boiling in water is reduced by an unknown amount, and more of the essence is retained.

I practiced from late at night until dusk the next day, and my proficiency improved significantly.

[Technique: National Guardian Dragon Spear - Transformation of Internal Energy (Beginner)]

【Progress: 20/100】

According to the original plan.

It will take Chen Sanshi at least two months to reach the level of mastery.

But now, it only takes less than a month.

This speed is enough to surpass 99% of geniuses.

As for Cao Fanhuajin...

That's because he had been at the peak of his internal organ refinement for several months, and with the support of royal resources, it would be abnormal if he didn't reach the Transformation Realm. He might even have some secret trump cards that could enhance his cultivation.

Anyway.

Finally, a major problem has been solved. Next, I can quickly neutralize the energy and open the meridians.

But he could break through to the Martial Saint realm within three years...

There are probably no more than three people in the world who could do that.

It is still very difficult.

Let's give it our all.

"I wonder how I would fare against a martial artist at the Transformation Realm with my current strength?"

"We should be able to exchange blows!"

With these thoughts in mind, Chen Sanshi began cleaning up the scene.

He took out the porcelain bottle containing the pills and scraped the ointment into it little by little.

The medicinal herbs brought at that time basically filled the entire cauldron, resulting in only a thin layer of ointment being produced.

"Is this considered an elixir of immortality? Am I refining an elixir?"

"It probably doesn't count."

After Chen Sanshi took the ointment, he did not find any effect that could help him cultivate magic. There was no [Alchemy] proficiency panel in front of him. Instead, his [Medical Skills] proficiency increased.

[Skill: Medicine. Average (Proficient)]

【Progress: 491/1000】

In retrospect, the character "凡" in the second part seems to have a traceable origin, suggesting that there might be an opportunity to cultivate the medical skills of the immortal realm in the future.

But if that's the case...

Why did the immortals demand that the emperor offer them sacred grains?

Since there is no spiritual energy in this world, and the spiritual grains grown do not contain any divine power, could it be that they are just raw materials?

Besides that, there's another problem.

That means the Xuan Tie furnace is burnt out. It looks like it can be used one more time, after which it will need to be replaced with a new one.

A furnace made of black iron would cost more than three thousand taels of silver no matter where you buy it. The key issue is that black iron is an extremely precious resource. Even if you have the money and buy one every now and then, you'll inevitably attract unwanted attention.

After all, it is only treating the symptoms and not the root cause.

It still requires a furnace or cauldron that can truly withstand the temperature of the strange fire.

"Alright, let's go to the military camp and buy a couple of masks; that should last us a while."

Chen Sanshi left the Luotian Mountains, taking the white deer with him to avoid suspicion, and summoned Qianxun to greet him.

Suddenly remembering something, he took out a porcelain bottle filled with ointment: "Chihiro, I have something good here, do you want some?"

If even a poisonous wolf can eat it without any problems, then Chihiro, being a mythical beast, should also be fine.

Moreover, he doesn't force-feed them; the white swan horse is intelligent and lets it make its own judgment.

Chihiro sniffed it, then nodded frantically.

"You really eat it?"

Chen Sanshi was generous and fed it two bites.

Surprisingly, the white swan horse seemed happy after eating, but it didn't show an overly strong reaction, nor did it fall into a state of extreme excitement like most animals. It was more like it had eaten a favorite snack, nuzzling its owner with its head to indicate that it wanted more.

"Where did you come from, monster?"

Chen Sanshi was surprised.

How can the white swan horse have such strong endurance?

Even he needed to cultivate quickly after eating in order to digest and absorb the food, but Qianxun was completely fine. I really don't know where Xiang Tingchun got the horse from; it's completely illogical.

[Skill: Horse Riding (Master)]

Progress: (459/500)

I haven't been riding horses much lately, so my skill level can't possibly be increasing as rapidly as it was when I fled Yunzhou.

"If only you could talk."

Chen Sanshi mounted his horse: "Let's go home. You still want to eat? I don't even have enough for myself, there's no room for you!"

Chihiro was a bit temperamental, and only behaved herself after being whipped a few times.

In fact, even after being tamed, white swan horses often have their own little schemes, especially when it comes to food. If they are not satisfied, they will throw a tantrum.

Fortunately, when it can distinguish clearly, it will never make a mistake at crucial moments, such as on the battlefield.

This further illustrates the spirituality of the white swan horse.

……

a few days later.

Chen Sanshi went to the military city to report for duty as usual.

Last time Yu Song mentioned having clues about the Witch God Cult, he figured there should be news in the next few days, but he didn't know where it was hidden.

"Master Chen."

At the entrance, he met Tang Yingke sitting in a carriage.

Tang Yingke stopped the coachman and got off to greet him, saying, "General, you don't need to avoid me anymore."

"Ah."

Chen Sanshi understood, of course, that things had already come to this point and they had long since turned against each other, so there was no need to worry about what others thought: "Thank you for your help, Brother Tang, on the previous two occasions."

"Sir, please don't say that!"

Tang Yingke bowed deeply, almost touching the ground: "General, you avenged me, even at the cost of offending the Crown Prince. I have seen it all and will remember it forever. On the contrary, I was hesitant before and did not offer my full assistance to you, sir. I am truly ashamed!"

"You flatter me. We are not related by blood or marriage. Brother Tang risked his life to help me, which is already a great favor. How could I possibly hold a grudge against you for such a small act of kindness?"

Chen Sanshi looked at the carriage: "Brother Tang, are you leaving?"

"Exactly."

Tang Yingke gave an affirmative answer: "To be honest, I have never liked martial arts. However, my father has been forcing me to come for the trial. Now that the selection is over, and I am injured, my father has no reason to keep me in Liangzhou any longer."

"The imperial examinations are just around the corner. I, Tang, am preparing to return to the capital to participate in the examinations and make a name for myself as a civil official in the future."

"Oh?"

Chen Sanshi encouraged him, saying, "Then I wish Brother Tang all the best in passing the imperial examination and experiencing the joy of 'riding a swift horse in the spring breeze and seeing all the flowers of Chang'an in a single day.'"

The capital of the Great Sheng Dynasty was not in the northern border, but in the heart of the Central Plains, and it happened to be called Chang'an, which matches this poem.

"What a poem!"

Tang Yingke exclaimed, "I have long heard that Lord Chen was once a scholar, but he later abandoned his pen for the sword. I never imagined that he would have such poetic talent. If he had persisted, he would surely have surpassed me."