Transmigration begins with archery training

"What's wrong?"

Xiang Tingchun said coldly, "They have connections, but I don't? Who do you think approved my deployment of troops? You do as I say!"

"Understood, sir."

"Wang Baihu".

"You previously mentioned that the quality of the qi and blood cultivated varies. I wonder what quality my qi and blood are?"

Chen Sanshi voiced his doubts.

"The qi and blood cultivated through the inferior breathing method are of the highest quality."

"The thicker the character '大' (big), the better."

"Once you master the Haoran Breathing Method, you will be at least twice as powerful as someone who practices the ordinary breathing method."

"More importantly, it depends on talent."

"It would be best if it could flow through the whole body naturally."

"You're asking this? You wouldn't be...?"

Wang Zhi placed one hand on the boy's body: "Let me see you mobilize your qi and blood!"

Chen Sanshi did as instructed.

"Your blood and qi are of the highest quality!"

Wang Zhi exclaimed, "It's the same as what happened to me back then, it runs through my whole body, but it takes so much less time. You're safe now, even if the Grand Commander himself comes, he'll take you in!"

"Top-notch?"

Chen Sanshi tentatively asked, "Is there anything even more special?"

"Yes, but only one in ten thousand!"

Wang Zhi patiently and meticulously explained: "Those people have innate martial arts physiques. They are born with physiques that are different from ordinary people. When practicing the same martial arts, they are often faster and more effective."

"For example, those with the Tiger Fiend Body or the Golden Python Body are destined to go very far in the martial arts world."

"But don't be discouraged, your bones are definitely strong enough, you can still go very high."

Chen Sanshi nodded, pondering to himself.

There are indeed "alien bodies," but they are all congenital.

His dragon-elephant blood is acquired, and it is not even a "body" but merely an unusual phenomenon produced by his qi and blood.

It looks like archery.

Over time, the proficiency panel will transform his physique into one that is more suitable for the cultivation method he is practicing.

"Choose a cultivation method!"

Wang Zhi was prepared and took out three booklets from his pocket: "After mastering the Blood Refining Technique, you will begin to cultivate the Bone Refining Technique. These three books are all follow-up materials to the basic spear techniques for soldiers, and each has a different focus."

Chen Sanshi glanced over and saw the names of several sets of martial arts techniques.

"Flying Serpent Wind-Sweeping Spear", "Heavenly Python Formation-Breaking Spear", "Undying Golden Serpent Spear".

"These are all things I possess; the rest of the garrison can only learn the 'Advanced Spear Techniques'."

Wang Zhi explained: "These three techniques correspond to speed, strength, and endurance, respectively."

"My suggestion is to choose the Mad Python Formation-Breaking Spear. The spear technique developed from it is incredibly powerful and unstoppable on the battlefield! This is what the Commander-in-Chief learned when he was young."

"Secondly, the Flying Serpent Spear Technique is as swift as the wind; within twenty paces, it can take a life in the blink of an eye. In all martial arts, speed is the only thing that cannot be broken."

"As for the Undying Golden Serpent, it is also known as the Plain and Unremarkable Spear in the Eight Camps. In terms of speed and ferocity, it is not as good as the previous two. Its only advantage is that it consumes more blood and energy in battle, but this is only relative and the effect varies from person to person."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Sanshi took the "Undying Golden Snake" in his hand: "I choose this one."

"Are you sure?" Wang Zhi said seriously, "This is not a joke, think it through."

"determine."

Chen Sanshi had given it careful consideration.

He was skilled in archery for long-range attacks.

In terms of speed and ferocity, he already had the added attributes, and now that he is covered by "Dragon Elephant Blood," the effect will only be better, and he is not lacking at all.

In his view, the only way to survive on the battlefield is through endurance.

I still remember the first time I sparred with Xu Bin.

He won against people of a higher level by sheer endurance.

And then there was the time at Jinzhong Temple.

There are quite a few tough guys among the cultists.

But what's the use? He'll be exhausted in no time and eventually get hacked to death by a group of soldiers.

"You kid, it seems you've experienced the benefits of the Haoran Breathing Technique and are obsessed with endurance."

Wang Zhi brought out a wine jar: "Everyone has their own path, and I won't say anything more. How about we have a drink together to celebrate your promotion?"

"No, I have something else to do."

Chen Sanshi had previously promised to lend grain to Zhao Qiao and the others, so it was best not to delay.

"Congratulations, Commander Chen!"

As soon as he went out, many people came up to congratulate him.

But the happiest people were his subordinates.

When their leader broke through in cultivation, they were also able to receive the reward.

Two doses of blood-nourishing soup would cost sixty taels of silver if bought outside at the original price. What does that mean?

"Following Stone was the right decision. All the money I spent on martial arts training has been recouped in one go."

Zhu Tong was overjoyed.

Xu Wencai also got two taels of silver, and he was very happy.

He followed behind, saying, "Sir, are you leaving the camp? I also need to go home, let's go together."

Chen Sanshi asked, "Your house is gone, why would you go back?"

"Erect a monument."

Xu Wencai blinked hard twice: "My mother's grave is still just a piece of wood. It's only because of the reward money from the adults that I'm going to find a craftsman to erect a tombstone."

"Let's go."

Chen Sanshi habitually carried a bow and arrows and a gun on his back.

He carried the two bags of rice on his white swan horse, and he and Xu Wencai strolled leisurely along the roadside.

The white swan horse didn't need to be led around; it automatically followed closely behind the two of them.

"You're really amazing, sir."

Xu Wencai patted the horse and said, "If you can tame such a wild horse, it will surely amount to something great in the future!"

"..."

Chen Sanshi was at a loss for words in response to such blatant flattery.

Xu Wencai cleared his throat awkwardly and changed the subject: "Sir, would you like me to help you write an article and recruit some people?"

"Recruit more people?" Chen Sanshi asked. "You mean the vacancies I have?"

"Exactly!"

Xu Wencai solemnly said, "To be honest, I have some knowledge of judging people by their appearance. After spending time with you these past few days, I have become increasingly convinced that you are extraordinary and will surely achieve great things in the future..."

"Stop it, stop it!"

Chen Sanshi felt awkward and interrupted, "We can talk about hiring later, there's no rush."

"Your Excellency is mistaken. How can we not be anxious?"

Xu Wencai vividly recounted: "Back then, when the founding emperor of the previous dynasty was being escorted to exile, he and his fellow villagers rose up in rebellion, killing officials. Most of those people later became founding heroes."

"Let's talk about the founding emperor of this dynasty. He was a sworn brother and sworn brother with whom we made our way during our time as servants. They later became the cornerstones of the early prosperous dynasty."

"This shows that if you want to achieve great things, you must recruit your team as early as possible!"

"To achieve great things?"

Chen Sanshi felt increasingly uneasy as he listened: "What are you trying to do?!"

"Ahem, sir, please don't misunderstand."

Xu Wencai said, "We'll be fighting in the spring. The more men we have, the better our chances of winning, right?"

"You write it."

Chen Sanshi's journey.

Seeing that many villagers were still wearing thin clothes and tattered rags, they entered the army camp and at least they could eat their fill and stay warm.

Of course, the price is that you might die on the battlefield.

Whether we can ultimately recruit someone depends on fate.