Transmigration begins with archery training

"stop!"

The masked leader pointed his sword at someone: "Cultist of the Witch God?"

"Amitabha!"

The monk with the pointed beak clasped his hands together and said, "Please don't speak nonsense, gentlemen. I am a monk from Jinzhong Temple."

"A monk? Then why are you running away in such a panic?!"

The masked man sneered, "Enough with the nonsense! Who do you think you can fool with that face? Prepare to die!"

No nonsense.

All four of them acted at the same time.

The monk was equally decisive. Before anyone knew it, he had quietly donned a pair of gloves covered with wire, and directly clashed head-on with the sword blade. Sparks flew everywhere, and the sound was like the clanging of iron.

"Both the monk and the masked leader are at the Bone Refinement stage!"

Chen Sanshi could tell that their strength was clearly beyond the scope of blood-training martial artists; they were all experts in bone-training.

Especially the monk with the pointed beak, who looks thin and weak, is incredibly fierce when he really fights, his aura is just like a tiger from the Second Mountain.

Apart from the masked leader, the others were no match for him.

Within a few rounds, they were all wounded, carrying their swords and daring not to approach any further, instead providing cover from a distance.

The masked leader and the monks are locked in a fierce battle.

Just as the battle was reaching a stalemate, another figure appeared silently and launched a surprise attack from behind.

It turned out to be another bone-training practitioner.

Two against one, the monk was finally unable to hold on any longer.

"呲-"

The masked leader found an opportunity and slashed the monk's shoulder with his sword.

The blade did not sever the entire arm as expected, but instead got stuck in the middle after splitting the bone, making it difficult to cut it completely.

'Is this what bone training is?'

'Are the bones so hard that even swords and knives can't cut them?'

'I'm afraid even my two-stone bow wouldn't be able to kill a Bone-Refining martial artist directly.'

'It seems that acquiring a ten-stone bow is imperative.'

Chen Sanshi continued to watch the game.

Fighting against anyone of a higher level than him helps him improve his experience.

On the battlefield, the situation gradually became clear.

Ultimately, two fists can't fight four hands. After the monk was slashed by a sword, his disadvantage quickly widened. The Blood Cultivation Warriors, who had only dared to watch from afar, also came forward to look for an opportunity to finish him off.

"呲呲呲——"

The sound of blades tearing through clothes rang out one after another.

The fake monk looked as if he had been splashed with red paint. Although his bones were difficult to cut, countless pieces of flesh had been shaved off, some of which were still stuck to his body, teetering on the verge of falling off, making him look extremely creepy.

Finally, the masked leader found an opportunity and plunged his sword into the carotid artery of the cultist.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and he fell straight to the ground, his eyes wide open in death.

"Search!"

The masked man quickly searched the corpse, but found nothing.

"There's nothing there, the magic treasure isn't on him!"

"Young Master, do you think we should go up the mountain?"

"The items are probably already in Xiang Tingchun's hands."

"Let's go. We came here to pick up bargains anyway. If we don't find anything, great. If we get caught by Xiang Tingchun, we're finished. Looks like we'll have to pay a hefty price."

"Take the body away, retreat!"

Listening to the conversation, Chen Sanshi confirmed his suspicions.

The masked men were Liang Zhan and that old servant!

This young master of the martial arts school is rumored to spend his days in brothels, but his cultivation level has not declined at all. At twenty-five or twenty-six years old, if we assume he has practiced martial arts for ten years, his ability to reach the Bone Refinement Realm is definitely top-notch in Poyang County.

"If I want to kill him, I still need to improve my strength."

Chen Sanshi would never forget that the man surnamed Liang had come to his door. If it weren't for Wang Zhi, he wouldn't have been killed, but he wouldn't have fared much better.

It's really unpleasant to feel controlled by others.

He didn't linger and returned the way he came.

"Did Xiang Tingchun really get the magic treasure?"

Chen Sanshi felt it was a pity.

But he always felt that something was wrong.

Upon closer examination, it's clear that the practice of shamans blending in with the common people is not actually a good way to escape.

Since the army has already come, even if they are just ordinary people, they will definitely investigate their ancestors for eighteen generations and only release them after verifying that there are no problems.

Rather than trying to get away with it, they seem to be trying to attract attention.

If it weren't for Chen Sanshi, who could clearly hear tree branches breaking dozens of meters away in such a chaotic scene, no one would have noticed the fake monk.

But he had nothing on him.

They've hidden themselves?

Chen Sanshi couldn't help but recall the scene when he first received the exquisite jade box.

With a try-it-and-see attitude, he searched along the way he came, but found no signs that the land had been turned over.

"Am I overthinking it?"

"and many more."

A bird's chirping overhead drew his attention to a pine tree whose bark showed signs of fresh peeling.

Chen Sanshi immediately climbed up and found a hole about the size of a fist at the top of the tree trunk.

"There are snakes!"

He reacted quickly, grabbing the snake's head and pulling it out.

It was a poisonous green snake.

Looking inside the cave, there was nothing else.

However, the snake had bloodstains on its lower jaw, as if it had been torn apart, and some of its scales were missing.

"Could it be that……"

Without hesitation, Chen Sanshi pried open the snake's upper and lower jaws with both hands and tore it in half. A piece of emerald green jade appeared before his eyes, which was the jade key recorded in the "Da Sheng Shu"!

"You really know how to stuff things into a snake's belly!"

He couldn't help but admire this person's imagination.

Even if you mark the snake, you might not be able to find it later.

It seems that the Witch God Cult would rather lose its possessions than let them fall into the hands of others.

It must be said that this method is indeed effective.

Even a normal person wouldn't be able to find such subtle traces.

Of all things to do, I ran into him.

Chen Sanshi carefully put away the jade and then tore off the snake gall.

This green snake isn't worth much, but even a mosquito's leg is meat.

After doing all that, he threw the snake carcass back into the tree hole, where other animals would soon be drawn by the smell of blood and devour it.

"It looks like Commander Xiang's trip will be for nothing."

Chen Sanshi returned to the foot of the mountain, but the chaos was not over yet.

The followers of the witch god put up a stubborn resistance, and the remaining two or three simply used ordinary people as human shields to escape in different directions.

Sure enough, they were covering for the fake monk.

After the fake monk left, the followers of the witch doctor began to think of ways to survive.

The people in the garrison also scattered to pursue him, and the group was very dispersed, so no one paid attention to Chen Sanshi's movements.

It wasn't until dusk that they captured the last cultist and began cleaning up the battlefield.

Regarding casualties, three soldiers from the garrison died and two were wounded.

Of the two who died in battle, only one was a military soldier; the rest were regular soldiers.

However, the seven members of the Witch God Cult who were killed and the one who was captured alive were all Blood Cultivation Martial Artists.

There's strength in numbers.

After all, they had one general and five lieutenants. If the scene hadn't been so chaotic and the archers hadn't been so ineffective, they could have achieved much less casualty.

“I killed a Blood Refining Master, a minor mastery, and I can exchange that for a few bowls of Blood Replenishing Soup.”

Chen Sanshi pondered.

His men returned one after another, without any casualties, and together they killed two people.

"Okay, stop hugging me!"

Zhu Tong impatiently pushed Xu Wencai away: "It's all over, look at you, such a coward!"

"Chirp—"

The whistle blew again.

Three hundred garrison soldiers were ordered to assemble in front of the Golden Bell Temple.

With blood stains on his clothes, Xiang Tingchun slowly walked out of the temple gate. His rice seedling knife was broken, and blood was also hanging from the corner of his mouth. Only the human head he held in his hand proclaimed that he had won this battle.