Transmigration begins with archery training

Now that both sides are targeting Liangshan, you naturally have no other choice.

"Brother Shi, you know I despise the imperial court."

Zhang Shun said bitterly, "But Nanxu is no good either. If we agree to their terms, the entire south will soon be in chaos, and we will just be the vanguard sent to our deaths."

"In that case, let's accept the Prince of Zhennan's offer of amnesty."

Chen Sanshi said bluntly.

Zhang Shun nodded and said, "Alright, after all, compared to Nanxu, the imperial court at least has you, Brother Shi."

"I can't control what you Southerners do."

Chen Sanshi shook his head: "I'm just pointing out a relatively better option for you based on the current situation. After you are granted amnesty, you will inevitably face some suppression."

Zhang Shunpin implied, "Judging from what Brother Shi is saying, you're not having an easy time either? Can't you petition the court to protect us?"

"Yes."

Chen Sanshi said quietly, "If you accept the amnesty directly, you might get a minor official position if you're lucky, but if I write a letter to protect you, you can just wait to die."

"I understand."

Zhang Shun said, "Brother Shi is now in a high position and has great power, so he can't have any open contact with us rebels."

"Let's talk about the matter of being granted amnesty."

Chen Sanshi didn't want the South to be engulfed in war so soon: "Is there much resistance?"

"The resistance is significant."

Zhang Shun carefully considered: "Our leader is a scholar who is more inclined to submit to Dasheng, but our second leader, the Daoist, seems to have some connection with the immortal master of Nanxu and is more inclined to follow Nanxu."

"Are they in contact with the cultivators from Nanxu?"

Chen Sanshi pondered.

They're aiming for the entire Dasheng.

The more this is the case, the more we must not allow the Liangshan troops to defect to Nanxu.

"On our mountain, we're now divided into these two factions, and they seem poised to turn on each other."

Zhang Shun picked up a twig and drew on the ground: "The two sides are evenly matched, but that Daoist Si seems to be a rogue cultivator who ran away from the cultivation world. He is relatively stronger. The leader's side can only barely hold his own against him with the help of the fourth leader. The fourth leader... Oh no!"

He suddenly threw away the branch and ran towards Dazhai.

"Today, Master Si and his men used tricks to lure the Fourth Master down the mountain!"

"..."

……

Dazhai.

Shan Qunyu returned to his room in a sullen mood and sat down at his desk to drink alone.

He was originally a disciple of a first-class sect in the south, with exceptional talent in martial arts, but deep down he was a scholar. His lifelong wish was to leave the martial world, enter the imperial court, and make a name for himself in history.

However, after serving as an official for less than two years, he was framed and nearly beheaded, forcing him to flee everywhere. Later, through a series of fortuitous encounters and the support of his sect, he finally achieved the status of a martial saint and was able to become the king of Liangshan.

But this is ultimately not a long-term solution.

He and his men would have to find a way out sooner or later.

Let’s look at it now.

He agreed to Nanxu's request and was about to be the vanguard to die.

Submitting to the Great Prosperity is a form of slow death.

Dilemma.

This is a dilemma!

The more Shan Qunyu thought about it, the more miserable she felt. She couldn't understand where her drifting life would end up and what fate awaited her.

"Dong dong!"

There was a knock on the door.

"Boss, are you there?"

"It is you."

Shan Qunyu put down his wine glass: "Come in."

"Squeak~"

The wooden door opens.

A Taoist priest in a purple robe strode in, carrying a whisk.

"Second brother, please sit down."

Shan Qunyu poured him a drink: "You came to see me alone, is it about which side you should submit to?"

"Exactly."

Si Daoren sat down, picked up a wine cup with one hand, but did not drink it. He just played with it in his hand and said, "Boss, the Prince of Zhennan is currently in seclusion in Liwan Prefecture. He could launch a large-scale military attack at any time. If we do not agree to Da Xu's conditions, they will soon cut off our supply lines. At that time, we may not be able to hold out for long and will be wiped out by the imperial navy."

"Second brother, second brother, you're so foolish!"

Shan Qunyu said earnestly, "Didn't you realize that Nan Xuzhonghu is planning to use us to our deaths to help them open a breach in Liwan Prefecture? The best course of action now is to surrender to the Prince of Zhennan as soon as possible, so that there will at least be room for negotiation later."

"Brother, I think you're the one who's confused. Since we can't reach an agreement, there's no need to talk anymore."

As he spoke, Master Si took out a contract and slammed it on the table: "Sign this and affix your seal. From now on, Liangshan will no longer be bandits, but the Great Xu Liangshan Army. The leader will also be the Marquis of Liangshan. In the future, when you achieve fame and success, you will also fulfill your long-cherished wish to be remembered in history."

"I cannot sign."

Shan Qunyu glanced at it and pushed it aside: "After signing, within six months, not even one in ten of us brothers will survive!"

"The boss."

Master Si stood up, his voice suddenly turning icy: "Today, you have no choice."

"what do you mean?"

Shan Qunyu's face darkened: "We may disagree, but we've been brothers for many years. Are you planning to use force to coerce me and damage our harmony?"

"brother?"

Si Daoren curled his lips and sneered, "I am originally a cultivator from Tianshui Continent. When did I become brothers with you mortals? I stayed here with you just to find some fun in leading troops into battle. But you people are all talk and no action, and when it comes to fighting, you are hesitant and utterly boring!"

As he spoke, bursts of magical power began to fluctuate.

"You...you...great!"

Dan Qunyu was not afraid. He reached under the table and pulled out a long sword, his true energy surging as well: "Daoist Si, you are indeed a cultivator, but you alone may not be my match!"

Who told you that?

The Taoist priest asked ominously, "Am I a person?"

"boom!"

The words have not yet fallen.

Then a sword aura cleaved in from the outside, and the wooden wall cracked as if it were made of paper.

Dan Qunyu neither dodged nor retreated, but swept his long sword horizontally, transforming into a three-headed demon wolf.

"Rumble--"

The energy of swords and blades clashed.

The terrifying aftershocks rippled outwards, blowing away more than half of the already fragile wooden house, and completely destroying the roof, allowing the setting sun's rays to stream into the house without obstruction.

Dan Qunyu looked up and saw another cultivator standing in mid-air.

He frowned and said, "You actually invited cultivators from Nanxu here! Fourth brother, where is fourth brother—"

"Stop shouting."

Master Si sneered, "I tricked him down the mountain a long time ago. Now you're the only Martial Saint on the mountain. Sign the papers and leave your mark early, and maybe I can spare your life!"

He was originally a rogue cultivator in the mid-stage of Qi Refining in Tianshui Continent. He came to the mortal world many years ago when the seal was loosened because he couldn't make a living there. He wanted to try his luck and find some ancient ruins. After failing to do so, he simply waited to die on Liangshan Mountain.