Transmigration begins with archery training

"boom!"

A thunderous roar reverberated, shattering the spear in two. However, the old man with the masked face was unharmed. Instead, the cultivator bled from all seven orifices and was punched in half by the old man with the masked face who caught up.

"Go first!"

The cultivator in the bamboo hat was terrified. He raised his hand and summoned a huge rock to smash the rock, then tried to leave, but it was too late.

The masked old man, wielding the dead cultivator's hammer, first smashed the boulder, then descended from the sky, crushing the cultivator in the bamboo hat into a bloody pulp. He then hurled the hammer, imbued with boundless true energy, at the old woman who had fled a hundred feet away, and unsurprisingly, blood and flesh flew everywhere...

The whole process takes about seven or eight breaths.

All four cultivators were instantly reduced to ashes.

This scene.

Chen Sanshi took it all in.

Osawa Ward?

Is it a place name in the cultivation world?

This old demon is wanted by the cultivation world; did he escape from the cultivation world?

Their strength is truly formidable!

However, judging from his appearance, he was just a martial artist, whose strength far surpassed that of the senior brother and others. These cultivators who had reached the peak of Qi Refining were actually no match for him.

After the battle.

The masked old man began...touching the corpse.

He searched through the corpses for a while, but seemed to find nothing.

Above the night.

More and more cultivators arrived by air, numbering at least twenty, and some of them had stronger spiritual energy fluctuations than the previous dead.

"call……"

The masked old man stuffed a few pills under his mask, then picked up his hammer, leaped lightly, and disappeared.

The twenty-odd cultivators found nothing.

Chen Sanshi returned to his room.

He asked, "Do you know what the 'Pulse Spirit' they mentioned is?"

Ningxiang gently shook her head: "It sounds like it's related to the spiritual energy of heaven and earth."

"The spiritual energy of heaven and earth..."

Chen Sanshi pondered.

What spiritual energy or treasures does this place possess that would make so many cultivators leave the immortal realm to come to the mortal world, even at the risk of their lives?

But in any case, it's probably not something I can get involved in right now.

Thirty-six strategies, walking is the best strategy.

It was already past midnight.

After such a commotion, no one could sleep.

Chen Sanshi waited quietly until dawn, then led Ningxiang and the others to the dock, wanting to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.

More than half of the residents of Nanling Town are fishermen.

However, just as dawn was breaking, the area around the dock was already bustling with activity. Some people were preparing to go out to sea, while others were returning from days at sea. There were also a large number of soldiers maintaining order in the vicinity.

Everyone is talking about what happened last night.

Groups of immortals flew through the sky on swords.

For the local people who have lived in this remote place for most of their lives, this is really hard to accept. Moreover, it is said that Nanxu is also preparing to send a large army to negotiate.

"stop!"

"You unruly commoner! How dare you keep this precious fish hidden away!"

"..."

not far away.

A fisherman returning from a sea trip was discovered by several soldiers who wanted to take away a treasure fish, and they beat him up on the spot.

“It’s unreasonable!”

"We have been fishermen here for generations!"

"When we couldn't get enough to eat, nobody cared!"

"Now that you have the Treasure Fish! The exotic beasts! They're all under your control!"

"You scoundrel, you're asking for death!"

"..."

I only found out after inquiring.

Not long ago, Nanxu sent people to Nanling Town. First, they closed the mountain to the local hunters, and then they sent people to the dock to collect fish. They stipulated that the fishermen had to hand over a certain number of precious fish each month as tax, and they had to sell them to the government. As for the price...

Some unscrupulous officials wouldn't even give a single copper coin, pocketing it all.

For martial artists or cultivators, this might be an incredible opportunity, but for the people of Nanling Town, it has become a strange disaster.

"..."

Chen Sanshi walked along the dock, inquiring about "Tianya Haijiao" (End of the Earth), but the locals all said they had never heard of the place. So he had no choice but to ask directly if there were any fishermen who could take people out to sea.

At first, people were eager to try it out when they heard about the generous reward, but they were terrified when they heard that he had to keep going after finding the ends of the earth.

You only find out if you ask carefully.

This journey will take you four thousand miles out to sea, and then you will reach your destination.

The sea was shrouded in thick fog four thousand miles away, and no ship that went in ever returned.

"Dense fog..."

Upon hearing this, Chen Sanshi became even more certain that he had come to the right place. Moreover, it sounded as if this world had been deliberately isolated by the cultivation world using some kind of method.

He continued to inquire about "the ends of the earth," but the sea was vast, and it would be best to have an experienced person to guide him.

It wasn't until noon that one of the many finally said he understood.

"The ends of the earth..."

The old man gazed at the boundless ocean and said, "Fifty years ago, many people from the martial arts world came to our town, saying they were going to some remote corner of the world."

"Back then, they asked my dad to drive the boat, and then they never came back."

"My dear hero, let me give you a piece of advice: live well and don't do anything rash."

He refused to lead the way no matter what.

Even when Chen Sanshi offered a high price, he remained resolute and was willing to sell the boat. However, upon closer reflection, he realized that even experienced fishermen were unable to cope with the dense fog...

Moreover, he only knew a vague direction for "the ends of the earth," and if he were to sail out to sea to find it, it might take forever.

"Fellow Daoist, are you perhaps a seeker of immortality?"

An aged voice sounded in my ear.

Chen Sanshi turned around and saw that it was the old cultivator who was leading the donkey to buy wine. Some things can't be faked, and since he was also using a fake identity, he didn't deny it: "That's right."

"Then you don't need to bother, fellow Daoist."

The old man chuckled and said, "This place is protected by a barrier set up by an ancient powerful being. Ordinary ships cannot reach the ends of the earth. If you insist on venturing into the fog, you will almost certainly perish. It's better not to waste your energy."

"unless……"

He changed the subject, "Fellow Daoist, give me two spirit stones, and we'll become friends. I'll show you the right path, how about it?"

Two spirit stones...

Leaving aside the mid-grade spirit stones for the time being, Chen Sanshi's current net worth is seven pieces, and two pieces are almost equivalent to one-third of the total, which is quite painful.

But after spending most of the day investigating...

It is almost certain that without help, it would be impossible to reach the ends of the earth.

In the end, he could only negotiate with the other party: "Fellow Daoist, are you serious?"

"It's just two spirit stones, I wouldn't stoop so low as to lie to you."

The old man took a sip from his wine gourd and said, "Fellow Daoist, you should think this over carefully; time waits for no one."

"make a deal!"

Chen Sanshi had no other choice.

We can only gamble with two spirit stones.

"Tsk tsk~"

The old man reached out with his bark-like hand and pocketed the spirit stone.