Transmigration begins with archery training

Chen Sanshi bent down: "I'll teach you swordsmanship, do you want to learn?"

"who are you?"

The boy finally stopped, his gaze sweeping over the stranger before him with hostility: "You're an immortal too?! I won't learn the swordsmanship of immortals!"

"I'm not an immortal."

Chen Sanshi replied, "I'm just an ordinary person like you. I'll ask you one last time: if I teach you swordsmanship, will you learn or not?"

Upon hearing that the other party was not an immortal, the boy's attitude softened. He earnestly asked a contradictory question: "But you are not an immortal, so can the sword technique you taught kill an immortal?"

"That……"

Chen Sanshi paused for a moment: "It all depends on your skill level."

"Okay, I'll learn!"

The boy nodded emphatically, then knelt down on the ground: "Master, please accept my bow!"

"..."

This was quite sudden; Chen Sanshi was completely unprepared.

He helped the other person up.

The best sword technique he currently knows is the "Diancang Sword Technique," which can be cultivated all the way to the Martial Saint realm. So he wanted to try teaching the child two stance training techniques first.

In practice...

Chen Sanshi discovered that because there was less "waste gas" in the mixed energy of this world, the side effects of cultivation on the body should be much smaller, which means that one can start cultivating at a very young age.

Surprisingly, the young man in front of him memorized the stance training and breathing method in just one go.

"The Body of a Martial Saint".

Chen Sanshi touched it and immediately felt that its bones were different from others.

It's quite a coincidence that he just arrived and randomly took in a disciple with the physique of an innate martial saint in a remote village. This is probably... fate.

There's nothing particularly urgent at the moment.

He wanted to teach a little longer.

Then an old man rushed over and hit the boy with a tree branch: "Ping An, didn't I tell you to go herd the cattle? What are you doing here?!"

"Grandpa, I've learned swordsmanship!"

Li Ping'an didn't even flinch, saying, "I can kill immortals in the future!"

"Oh my goodness!"

The old man hurriedly covered the boy's mouth: "Do you want to kill the whole village?! Go back here right now!"

"Please wait, sir."

Chen Sanshi asked, "Could you tell me where this place is?"

"Stranger?"

The old man was somewhat wary.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm not an immortal."

Chen Sanshi quickly assured him.

The old man then spoke up, "This is Tianshui Continent, under the jurisdiction of the Nine Heavens Sect. Our place is called Little Stone Village. Wait... you don't even know this? Could you be from the outside world?"

Chen Sanshi did not deny it: "But I am really not an immortal."

"This……"

The old man hesitated for a moment, then looked around and said, "Come with me."

Chen Sanshi followed the grandfather and grandson to a fenced yard at the end of the village.

There was a donkey in the yard, and then there were large bundles of firewood.

"Safety."

Chen Sanshi casually asked, "Where's your cow?"

"Master, where did my cow come from?"

"Didn't you say you were going to herd cattle?"

"That's Master Huang's cow."

"..."

Chen Sanshi was slightly taken aback.

He suddenly realized something.

That is, he had been a "rich master" for a long time, to the point that he almost forgot that not every household in such an extremely poor village owned cattle. Many people relied on manual labor for farming and would go back to the masters to "rent" cattle when needed.

"You sit."

The old man invited him to sit down on the long bench.

An elderly woman, trembling, held a worn-out earthenware bowl and poured in a bowl of hot water.

Hot water was considered a courtesy ordinary people used to entertain guests.

You should know that firewood is also very valuable.

But here...

Isn't it the world of cultivation?

"Old man, are you a hunter?"

Chen Sanshi noticed the recurve bow hanging on the wall.

“I’m no match for hunting. That’s my son’s. He died because we didn’t have the money for his medical treatment…”

We chatted for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Chen Sanshi has gained a relatively deep understanding of this world.

He came to the right place.

This is the world of cultivation.

However, immortals only reside in specific places and generally do not come to the mortal world.

Moreover, the way of governing here is different from that outside.

The dynasties here are merely puppets.

The true masters are the various immortal sects.

The spiritual grains planted in the farmland are taxes paid to the Immortal Sect.

'It seems that Linghe has a fixed demand for resources in the cultivation world.'

Chen Sanshi thought of Dasheng.

Why is even the emperor handing over spirit grain?

Could it be that it was also sent here?

He had made contact with the immortals and even the immortal sects of this world a long time ago.

"You're also a seeker of immortality, aren't you?"

The old man seemed to have seen quite a few.

He pointed southeast: "If you walk five hundred li in this direction, there is a large market town there, which is the closest place to the immortals."

"Master, didn't you say you weren't an immortal?!"

Li Ping'an felt like he had been deceived.

"I really am not."

Chen Sanshi explained, "Didn't you see I can't even fly? I just went over to take a look."

He finished the hot water, then took out several silver ingots from his pocket.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Uncle Li. I won't bother you any longer."

Chihiro!

Chen Sanshi mounted the horse.

"you……"

Li Ping'an chased after him with a wooden sword: "Then will you still teach me swordsmanship?"

"teach."

Courtyard entrance.

The grandfather and grandson watched as the stranger rode away on horseback, kicking up dust, until he completely disappeared from sight.

Li Ping'an looked at the wooden sword in his hand and was still practicing the stance training he had done earlier.

"hiss……"

Suddenly, a tearing pain shot through my ear.

The previously polite old man, Li, suddenly flew into a rage: "You brat, this man is also a seeker of immortality, and he will most likely fly to the heavens and escape to the earth in the future. You're talking to him about killing immortals, you really... you really want to kill the whole village!"

"I want revenge!"

"Click——"

Old Man Li snapped the wooden sword in half, making a move to strike, but then stopped mid-air: "Child, accept your fate..."

……

In this so-called world of cultivation, people live a life that is perhaps even worse than that of the Great Prosperity.

The cultivators need so much spiritual grain...

Why can't we grow it ourselves?

Thinking about this, Chen Sanshi himself felt that the question was a bit idiotic.

He sped up.

According to Old Man Li, it's five hundred li to the southeast.

Then, a towering mountain blocked their way, along with several familiar figures. It was Lu Boqin and the other six people who had separated not long ago. They had obviously found their way here as well.

At the foot of the mountain, clouds and mist swirled, and towering trees rose from the ground, but they could not find the entrance to the mountain. Lu Boqin sent two people to plunge into the thick fog, but they soon returned.

"Brother Lu, this won't work. It's like a maze inside. No matter which way you go, you'll end up back here."