Transmigration begins with archery training

After the sun rises tomorrow.

That's when Han Xiang's weakness will be exposed!

It was also the key to the decisive victory at Guandu!

A great victory is imminent, and the momentum is poised to be unleashed!

"Fifty riders?"

Chu Shixiong couldn't help but ask, "Where are we going to fight?"

"We'll shoot wherever there are people."

Chen Sanshi gave the instructions.

"I see."

Chu Shixiong nodded. For their Hongze Camp, nothing was impossible, since even eight hundred scouts from Tiger Hill could storm their camp back then.

That night.

Chen Sanshi is still focused on his cultivation.

It wasn't until dawn that he led more than fifty riders, quietly leaving the city and heading straight for the nearest Western Qi army camp.

……

Guandu area.

The road is smooth.

The two sides used the Guandu Plain, which stretched for hundreds of miles, as the boundary. Each side stationed their troops in the cities behind the plain. However, there were also some vanguard troops on the plain for guard duty. Moreover, out of importance, the Western Qi left a Martial Saint and a late-stage Qi Refining Ninth Level cultivator in the vanguard alone.

Jin Yun, who is over ninety years old, is a rogue cultivator who is carrying out a mission in Fallen Leaf Valley. There is also a young boy by his side.

"Master, have some tea."

The young man brought over a cup of tea, the tea leaves inside shimmering like green dragons, and said with a grin, "I got this from a bet with Fellow Daoist Li, so drink it without worry."

His master was a tea fanatic, but he left in a hurry without taking any tea leaves with him, and the ordinary tea was really too coarse.

"You little rascal, always so cunning and sly, be careful you don't suffer the consequences later."

Jinyun spoke, but couldn't hide the satisfaction in his eyes.

For a cultivator whose family had fallen on hard times and who had become a rogue cultivator, to be able to obtain a successor on his deathbed was a great fortune in his life.

"Boy."

Jinyun took a sip of tea, put down the teacup, and instructed, "After this battle, you will obtain the Foundation Establishment Pill. At that time, I will pretend to have failed to establish my foundation and died. Take the Foundation Establishment Pill and flee to a place thousands of miles away. Do not show your face again, otherwise the Foundation Establishment Pill will bring you a deadly disaster."

"Master..."

The young man couldn't bear to part with it: "Otherwise, you should just take the Foundation Establishment Pill. I'm still young, and I can find another way to get Foundation Establishment Pills in the future."

"I am ninety-eight years old. On the surface, the lifespan of a Qi Refining cultivator is one hundred and twenty years, but in reality, if one does not establish a foundation before the age of sixty, one's Qi, blood, and meridians will decline, and the hope will become increasingly slim as time goes on. Even if I take a Foundation Establishment Pill, I will only have a one percent chance of establishing a foundation at most, so I will not waste it."

Jinyun shook his head and said earnestly, "Do you know that if it weren't for the appearance of an ancestral vein in Dongsheng Divine Continent, it would be as difficult as ascending to heaven for us rogue cultivators to obtain a Foundation Establishment Pill? You should make the most of this opportunity and stop talking nonsense."

"Master, I understand..."

The boy's eyes were a little red.

He was originally an ordinary person, but by chance he met his master and was able to embark on the path of immortality.

While cultivators of the same realm were still fighting to the death for a few pills, his master had already planned out the Foundation Establishment Pill for him.

As the master and apprentice were talking.

Suddenly, a commotion arose outside.

"Master Jinxian!"

"Oh no!"

"There is an enemy attack!"

"..."

……

Outside the vanguard camp.

Chai Zuoyuan, the Martial Saint of Western Qi, mounted his horse and hurried to the gate: "What's going on?!"

General Chai, enemy attack!

How many people are there?

"Fifty or fifty people."

"Fifty men? Are you sure they're not scouts?"

"General Chai, they're charging towards the camp!"

"what?!"

Before Chai Zuoyuan could make arrangements, they saw a cloud of dust kicked up by horses' hooves more than a mile away. The lead rider, dressed in a white robe that fluttered in the wind, held a large, black bow in his hand.

Chen Sanshi!

"Om-"

These fifty people were still six or seven hundred paces away from them, but an arrow had already shot out, far exceeding the range of an ordinary bow and arrow.

Chai Zuoyuan had long heard of this man's archery skills, so he didn't dare to take the hit. Taking advantage of the distance, he abandoned his warhorse and unleashed his martial arts to the extreme. He turned into a blur and galloped more than a hundred paces to the left in an instant before he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

however……

Only after he stopped did he realize that the "killing intent" had been following him all along and had never disappeared.

Looking back.

The arrow was only twenty paces away, carrying billowing black energy. With its true energy surging, it spread its wings, like a black phoenix hurtling towards them.

There's no way to escape it?!

Chai Zuoyuan was terrified. He drew his sword and braced himself to block the attack.

"boom!"

The soldiers nearby only heard a thunderous roar.

Then they saw their general lying on the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices and on the verge of death. His face was turning black at a visible speed under the corrosive influence of the evil aura and snake venom, and he died soon after.

"kill--"

at the same time.

Chen Sanshi led fifty cavalrymen into the camp and began to charge and kill indiscriminately.

The vanguard camp was thrown into chaos.

[Peerless]!

After killing over a hundred people, Chen Sanshi changed his weapon from the Black Serpent Bow to the Dragon Gallant Silver Spear. Amidst the carnage, his fighting spirit intensified.

The vanguard camp also numbered around ten thousand.

After killing about seven or eight hundred enemy soldiers, Chu Shixiong and his men began to set fires everywhere, and the front half of the vanguard camp was engulfed in flames.

at the same time.

A cultivator at the late stage of Qi Refining flew in, riding on a crane and holding a whisk in his hand. High in the sky, he looked exactly like a legendary immortal.

"Chen Sanshi?!"

Jinyun naturally recognized the white-robed man. He stroked his beard with one hand and said coldly, "You dare to come here without any cultivator by your side. Very well, I'll kill you and everything will be over."

The words have not yet fallen.

He had already formed a hand seal, and the white crane beneath his feet let out a cry, opening its long beak to absorb waves of magical power, which then transformed into streams of golden sword energy that he spewed out.

Chen Sanshi neither dodged nor avoided; the silver dragon swirled around his body, directly pulverizing all the sword energy, and then roared straight into the sky, its cold light aimed directly at the cultivator's face.

Jinyun snorted coldly, and the whisk in his hand suddenly enlarged, crashing down like a collapsing pillar of heaven, colliding fiercely with the soaring silver dragon, and they were locked in a stalemate.

The collision of magical power and true energy created a shockwave that visibly spread outwards, distorting space itself.

Jin Yun's aged hands maintained the hand seals, continuously adding magical power to the magical artifact. A look of surprise gradually appeared on his face: "A Transcendent Martial Artist can actually contend with this old man?!"

"Transformation into Mortal?" Chen Sanshi's voice boomed. "Take another look, what realm am I at?"

"boom--"

See!

As the white-robed figure's power surged, flames suddenly burst forth from his spear, and a crimson flame rose up from nowhere.

The moment Jinyun's whisk touched it, it began to burn uncontrollably. The magic weapon was originally a wood-attribute magic weapon, which was perfectly countered by the raging flames. It burned to ashes in just two breaths. Seeing that the flames were about to engulf his arm, he had no choice but to throw it away in a hurry.