Transmigration begins with archery training

"Give me that green tree frog."

Chen Sanshi's luck wasn't too bad.

Another spirit beast was found in the corner, but it was of much lower quality than the fish.

This time, no one came to steal it.

The dining table in the private room was soon filled with a table full of dishes.

Zhao Zhao's eyes lit up, and she picked up her chopsticks and started eating.

"General."

Ningxiang fed Chen Sanshi a piece of meat with her chopsticks and asked, "Should we stay here for two days? There are so many immortals here; there must be great opportunities."

"Go directly."

Chen Sanshi decisively said, "We'll leave as soon as we find a ship to go out to sea. We shouldn't linger here."

He observed this throughout the day.

The highest-level cultivators appearing in this town are those at the Qi Refining Perfection stage, and most of the others are at the Qi Refining mid-stage. The one who was around the third level of Qi Refining just now is considered to be at a relatively low level.

If he wants to get involved in this conflict, he needs to at least break through to the Martial Saint level.

"Listen to you."

Ningxiang obeyed the Dao.

After consuming a large amount of exotic beast meat, Chen Sanshi closed the door and began cultivating in the courtyard.

I brought both a bow and arrows and a spear with me on this trip.

However, instead of the Liquan Spear, he took another mysterious weapon directly from the armory. It was also made entirely of metal, but it had a disassembly mechanism that allowed it to be divided into several sections and reassembled when needed, making it convenient to carry. It was called the Tiger Head Golden Spear.

He also brought the iron-rimmed bow.

It was kept in a wooden box along with the spear, and Zhao Zhao usually carried it on her back.

[Technique: National Guardian Dragon Spear - Mystic Image (Beginner)]

【Progress: 401/500】

Chen Sanshi practiced until late at night, and only after he was soaked in sweat did he put down his spear and exhale a long breath.

Ningxiang, who was standing nearby, immediately came over with a handkerchief to help wipe away the sweat.

"You don't need to fawn over me like this."

Chen Sanshi said calmly, "Although we have a contract, as long as you don't have any ulterior motives, I will not use it to blackmail you into doing anything. After we go back, we can also terminate the contract."

He has no interest in holding other people's lives in his hands.

This trip was simply a self-protective measure taken out of distrust of the other party.

"Is the general truly telling the truth?"

Ningxiang found it hard to believe.

Inside the Immortal Seeking Pavilion, to obtain genuine resources from the pavilion master, one must sign a blood pact, which cannot be broken for life, with the aim of controlling people forever.

Who would break the contract after getting a dead servant they have to work for? It's like a brothel madam redeeming a girl for free. Where in the world is there such a good deal?

"Do I need to lie to you?"

Chen Sanshi said indifferently, "Furthermore, the Governor's Mansion will continue to protect you and won't discard you after using you. So you don't need to try to please me anymore. Just do what you're supposed to do."

Finished speaking.

He then returned to his room to prepare for practicing the Five Elements Technique.

"..."

Ningxiang watched his retreating figure, her eyes slightly shimmering.

"Spiritual energy is truly inexhaustible!"

Chen Sanshi took out a mid-grade spirit stone, and seeing that the remaining stock was getting thinner and thinner, he felt quite distressed.

"boom--"

"There is an immortal!"

"..."

Just as he was about to begin his cultivation, a loud noise suddenly came from outside.

"Go and see."

Chen Sanshi immediately drew his knife and stood up.

It's not about watching the spectacle, but because the current situation is strange, and you need to constantly understand your circumstances in order to know how to deal with them.

The sound came from the side.

After he jumped onto the roof of the yard, he could clearly see the scene of the incident.

In the courtyard of another inn, stood an old man with white hair wearing a ghost mask, holding a spear in his hand and stepping on the corpse of a cultivator.

On the rooftop stood four cultivators, who, judging from the spiritual energy emanating from them, were probably at the mid-stage of Qi Refining or higher.

One of them, dressed in a white robe and holding a green-edged sword, had his robe billowing in the night wind, exuding an aura of noble bearing, like a sword immortal descended to earth, or rather, to mortals, he was a sword immortal.

The sword cultivator coldly questioned the masked old man in the courtyard, "Old demon, why don't you hand over the Pulse Spirit at once!"

The masked old man let out a contemptuous laugh: "If I don't give it to you, what can you do about it?"

"Old Demon, you can't escape now!"

The sword cultivator threatened, "Your bounty is everywhere in Daze Market. If you don't hand over your Pulse Spirit, cultivators will keep coming to kill you!"

“Fellow Daoist Fang is right.”

The old woman beside him said, "Such a treasure of heaven and earth, why do you insist on keeping it all to yourself? Do you really think you can handle it?"

"Yeah yeah."

Another person, wearing a bamboo hat, spoke with a sly smile: "As long as you hand over the Pulse Spirit, the cultivation world promises you immense benefits. Why fight to the death here?"

"Or……"

The last cultivator's expression hardened: "Do you really intend to oppose all cultivators under heaven?!"

"Eh!"

The masked old man interrupted the other person: "You're absolutely right about that."

"court death!"

"Om-"

The swordsman's green sword rose into the air, multiplying into two, then four, until finally eight sword lights swept across the sky towards the old demon in the center of the courtyard. However…

The figure in the courtyard had long since vanished without a trace.

"Daoyou, be careful!"

A terrifying killing intent came from behind.

The sword cultivator was horrified: "You're a martial artist, how do you possess the ability to escape?!"

"Just a matter of lightness skill."

"boom--"

As the old man with the ghostly face thrust out his spear, the sword cultivator felt as if a monstrous python was attacking him. He made hand seals and chanted incantations to summon back eight sword lights, but these sword lights were as fragile as glass in front of the spear, shattering in an instant. The python was unstoppable and bit off the sword cultivator's head. The aftershocks even blasted down the entire wall.

at the same time.

The cultivator wearing a bamboo hat made hand seals and chanted an incantation, then stomped his foot.

The collapsed walls and the surrounding land began to surge like waves, trapping the old man with the ghost face in the blink of an eye. Taking advantage of this opportunity, a cultivator raised a giant hammer that emitted purple lightning and smashed it down. The remaining old woman condensed a cloud of poisonous mist in front of her, which turned into black butterflies and flew away. The three worked together in perfect harmony.

however……

All the onlookers saw was a surge of air erupting from beneath the layers of earthen walls. Then, the earthen walls shattered inch by inch, and the black butterflies formed from the poisonous mist vanished into thin air. The cultivator wielding the giant hammer was thrown away, and a spear emerged from the dust, heading straight for the hammer-wielding cultivator's heart. Several spells attacked along the way, but they were all broken by force. The spear continued to pursue the cultivator with an almost unstoppable momentum.

The cultivator, still in mid-air, crushed a talisman, which transformed into a golden stream of light that merged with his body, unfolding into a pair of wings of light. He stabilized himself in a manner that defied common sense, roaring as he pushed himself to his limits. The great hammer in his hand, crackling with purple lightning, slammed down towards the spear.