Transmigration begins with archery training

"This feather and skin must be quite valuable."

He carried the body and returned to Liangzhou City by the same route.

Not long after entering the city, they happened to encounter a group of Xuanwu Camp soldiers rushing towards the east city, as if they had something that needed to be dealt with as soon as possible.

"What's wrong?"

Chen Sanshi asked.

"It's Lord Chen."

The leading centurion clasped his hands and said, "It's not a big deal. There's a second-rate sect that insists there's no such thing as the Witch God Sect and that the people were all killed by the Northern Liang Army. They're planning a rebellion. Let's go take a look. We should be able to handle it quickly."

This sect is...

I'm going crazy.

Chen Sanshi shook his head.

How can I not go crazy? People are dying around me every day, and we still haven't found the cause.

Tomorrow it's his turn to patrol the city, so he should personally take part and pay more attention to these matters.

They carried the Zouwu's corpse back home.

As soon as he entered the door, a woman's hand reached out and tried to grab his ear.

Chen Sanshi instinctively stepped aside: "Senior Sister?"

"You're still hiding?"

Ninth Senior Sister Rong Yanqiu came up and grabbed his ear: "What, now that your cultivation level has improved, you're going to betray your master and ancestors? Want to spar with your senior sister?"

"Don't dare."

Chen Sanshi asked, puzzled, "I just don't know what's wrong with Junior Brother, that made Senior Sister so angry?"

"What do you say?"

Rong Yanqiu glanced towards the backyard: "You're really something, kid. Not only do you frequent brothels, but you also bring sluts home?"

"Senior sister, please listen to my explanation."

Chen Sanshi removed his senior sister's hand, then, unsure of where to begin, simply changed the subject, showing off his recent haul: "Senior sister, what do you think of the strange beast? I'll skin it and make you a cloak; it'll be absolutely gorgeous."

"give me?"

Rong Yanqiu said irritably, "Do you really never learn?"

"Let's send Senior Sister Sun off first!"

Chen Sanshi feigned sudden realization: "I'll go today."

"Junior brother."

Rong Yanqiu said seriously, "There's something I don't know whether I should say or not."

"Please speak freely, senior sister."

“Junior Sister Sun Li is twenty-one this year, she’s already a young woman. If there’s something that needs to be done, she should do it. You’re just dragging your feet like this…”

Rong Yanqiu paused for a moment, "Are you planning to have Master speak to you personally, or have Junior Sister Li speak to you herself?"

"understood."

Chen Sanshi wasn't actually being coy at all.

Talk about it.

It seemed like he hadn't seen Sun Li and her brother for more than half a year. He had some free time today, but he would be busy with a lot of things starting tomorrow, so he should go and visit them.

Properly prepare the Zouwu's fur.

That afternoon.

Chen Sanshi then arrived at the Governor's Mansion.

"Three stones!"

Sun Buqi was very excited: "I'm so glad to finally meet you in person! It's been a long time!"

After exchanging a few pleasantries with him, Chen Sanshi found Sun Li practicing her sword by the lake behind the mountain.

She has a good physique, sufficient resources, and her cultivation level is already at the Open Meridian stage.

"Sister."

Chen Sanshi held up the Zouwu's fur: "Take this and make a cloak for it."

"The feathers are so beautiful."

Sun Li has a strong feminine side, but she's not usually coy and readily accepted the gift, saying, "Thank you."

"Shall I teach you swordsmanship?"

Upon hearing these words, Chen Sanshi felt that he was going against the natural order.

Even when they were in Poyang, he was the one who begged his senior sister for guidance.

They stayed at the Governor's Mansion until evening.

After having dinner with his fourth senior brother and Sun Li and her brother that night, Chen Sanshi bid farewell and left. On the way, he stopped several times, hoping to see if he could meet Mei Xian again.

Mr. Mei might be able to tell us about the Luotian Mountains.

Unfortunately, it didn't happen.

The next day.

Chen Sanshi continued to worry about military affairs. After training and inspecting the Great Wall in the morning, he personally led a team into the city to try to investigate the matter of the Witch God Cult.

"what!"

When passing by the vicinity of Piyue Manor.

Suddenly, a roar came from ahead.

"The owner of the village!"

"Master, please calm down!"

"..."

"boom--"

The mountain gate collapsed.

With disheveled hair, Wen Zhi charged down the mountain wielding two swords, his eyes bloodshot, as if he had gone mad. He arrived at the mountain gate and began hacking wildly, leaving several large craters on the official road.

Then, he headed towards the city.

"Master, you mustn't!"

"Get out of here, all of you!"

"Master, we don't even know where the Witch God Cult is!"

"..."

"Keng——"

crucial moment.

A sword light flashed.

Shoot down Wen Zhi, who was flying into the air.

"Old Wen."

Shao Yujing stood atop the bamboo grove, sword in hand, his face equally haggard: "If you storm into the city in this state, you'll only harm innocent people. Calm down first."

"Why are you meddling in my business?!"

"boom!"

Wen Zhi drew his sword and engaged in battle with his opponent.

After about a dozen rounds.

Perhaps to release his pent-up anger, or perhaps to know that he would not be able to escape if he continued fighting, Wen Zhi finally stopped, stuck his twin swords into the ground, and gradually regained his senses.

The disciples of Piyue Manor hurriedly helped their master back up the mountain.

Not far away, the soldiers of Hongze Camp arrived.

"Sect Leader Shao."

Chen Sanshi, fulfilling his duty, asked, "What happened?"

"Ugh……"

Shao Yujing slowly sheathed his sword and sighed, "Old Wen, another child of his has died..."

"How did you die?"

Chen Sanshi asked, "The Witch God Cult?"

"Exactly."

Shao Yujing gazed in the direction of Piyue Manor: "Just last night, Old Wen's second son died suddenly in his room. His heart was rotten. Someone took his heart blood. If it wasn't the Witch God Cult, who else could have done it?"

"It's not just him."

"Two of my true disciples have also died..."

"General Chen!"

He paused, then emphasized his words.

“I admit it.

"When the Eight Great Camps first arrived in Liangzhou, our Tongtian Sword Sect and Piyue Manor were the first to refuse to cooperate."

"But later."

"In the end, we all did as the Commander-in-Chief requested."

"Open up the mountains and forests so that hunters can hunt there."

"The rent for most of the land has also been reduced to a minimum."

"The military expenses that were promised to be shared were never short by a single copper coin."

"Over the years, we have given up all the profits we could."

"As a result, in the past two years..."

"The Witch God Cult continues to slaughter my sect's disciples."

"Your Northern Liang army still hasn't figured out the reason."

"Shouldn't you give us an explanation?"

A series of questions followed.

The soldiers of Hongze Camp felt somewhat ashamed upon hearing this.

But their leader only gave a cold smile.

"Master Chen?"

Shao Yujing was slightly taken aback: "What do you mean?"

"Sect Leader Shao."

Chen Sanshi countered, "Do you think that your sects are so compassionate, sacrificing your own resources to help the court and the people, that you're like a saint, cutting off your own flesh to feed an eagle?"

"I wouldn't say I have the heart of a bodhisattva."

Shao Yujing replied, "But the people of Liangzhou should still be grateful to us."

"Shao Yujing!"

Chen Sanshi addressed him by his name directly, each word ringing like thunder: "Do you think I haven't seen the records of Liangzhou over the years?!"