Transmigration begins with archery training

One Martial Saint, two Transcendent Martial Artists, two Qi Refining Late Stage Cultivators, and finally, one True Strength Realm Martial Artist, Zou Hu.

Truly above the Martial Saint!

Even in the world of cultivation, a martial artist at the True Strength realm would be treated as an honored guest at any sect or family.

It was the hour of Mao (5-7 AM).

The sky is dimly bright.

Martial Saint Mo Xuepeng ended his sleep early and came to patrol the city wall. He saw a female cultivator sitting cross-legged on a flying sword, exuding an aura of immortality.

She had just finished meditating and gracefully landed.

"I have met Fairy Lan."

Mo Xuepeng clasped his hands in a respectful greeting: "Was the fairy nun cultivating just now?"

"There is no spiritual energy in Dongsheng Shenzhou, so how can there be any talk of cultivation? It is nothing more than sitting quietly to nourish the spirit."

Lan Xiangu replied indifferently.

"I see."

Mo Xuepeng nodded thoughtfully, then said, "Fairy Maiden, I wonder about my child..."

"Your child is of average talent."

Lan Xiangu spoke in a cold voice, not even looking at the other person directly: "To my Fallen Leaf Valley, they are dispensable."

"It all depends on whether the fairy is willing to help, doesn't it?"

Mo Xuepeng said with a forced smile, "My child may not be good at anything else, but he has one great quality: he is filial. If the fairy is willing to take him as her disciple, my child, no, our whole family will definitely repay the fairy in the future!"

Seemingly intentionally, or perhaps simply finding it annoying, Fairy Lan finally said with some impatience, "Fine, after the war is over, I'll give that child another chance. Maybe he can even become a menial disciple in the Immortal Sect. But if he fails the test, don't bother me anymore."

"Yes, yes, thank you, fairy."

Mo Xuepeng was overjoyed upon hearing this: "The war is about to end. I heard that some 'spiritual beasts' have appeared in Mangshan. I'll risk my life to catch one for the fairy to try!"

"Rumble--"

The two chatted.

The entire city suddenly trembled.

"what happened?"

"Could it be that the earth has turned upside down?"

"..."

The soldiers on night watch on the city wall began to discuss it.

"Chirp—"

Just in time.

A black eagle flew in.

"It seems to be from Master Han's side."

Mo Xuepeng quickly caught the letter, took the secret message from the black eagle, and opened it. His pupils trembled violently: "Oh no! Master Han said that Chen Sanshi has led his army to attack, and we must protect the grain supplies. He also said that he... he has broken through to the True Power Realm! Above Martial Saint!"

He shouted, "Notify everyone to assemble immediately and prepare to meet the enemy!"

The trumpet sounded.

The soldiers and soldiers of the fortified city began to surge onto the city walls.

at the same time.

The tremors in the city continued.

The soldiers found it hard to understand.

"Could it be that Chen Sanshi led a large army and caused this commotion?!"

"..."

"impossible!"

Mo Xuepeng shouted, "Master Han said that at most only 20,000 people will come. Our brothers in the city outnumber them. Moreover, Master Han has already led an army of 300,000 to head straight for the Sheng people's Gengyang Prefecture headquarters. We only need to defend Wucheng. Soon, the Sheng people's 100,000 troops will be completely annihilated!"

"This is……

"decisive battle!

"After this battle, we, the defenders of Wucheng, are the greatest heroes of the Great Qi, and everyone has been promoted three ranks!!!"

Brothers!

"Meet the enemy——"

The Martial Saint of the World.

There are never any cowards.

After a brief moment of shock, Mo Xuepeng quickly recovered. He boosted morale and prepared to fight the enemy, while sending someone to invite Zou Hu, a True Strength Realm martial artist from Wucheng. He himself took out his halberd and stood on the city wall, ready for battle.

The tremors of the city continued. Outside the fortified city, on a reverse slope, tens of thousands of soldiers witnessed a massive sandstorm sweeping in from dozens of miles away.

Amidst the raging sandstorm, a yellow earthen dragon could be faintly seen, its every roll causing the earth to tremble and the city to shake.

Beneath the sandstorm were countless soldiers of the Great Sheng Army, carrying the military flag of the Hongze Camp and a particularly dazzling general's flag bearing the gilded character "Chen"!

"Earthworm!"

"They can control earth dragons!"

"The earth dragon turns over!"

"..."

The garrison of Wucheng had never seen such a scene before.

"It's a celestial scripture formation."

Mo Xuepeng quickly made a judgment.

He had long heard that the white-robed man possessed the power to influence celestial phenomena and the terrain, but he never expected that the Wilderness Army would not use it when facing the enemy head-on, but instead use it here.

Dust and sand billowed.

Yellow smoke filled the sky.

Great Sheng Armored Warriors.

The army is on its way!

As they drew closer, the earth trembled more violently. The soldiers of Western Qi, though standing firmly on solid ground within the city walls, felt as if they were in a vast ocean, an ocean about to unleash a massive tsunami! They were merely standing on a small boat, teetering on the brink of capsizing at any moment.

"Fire arrows!"

"Rolling stones and logs!"

"Gold juice!"

"..."

At a command, all the city's defensive equipment began to operate.

A deluge of arrows fell from the sky, disappearing into the rolling sandstorm in an instant. It was impossible to even see whether they had hit the enemy. Only the loud thud of the catapult's boulders hitting the ground provided any feedback.

All attempts to obstruct the city were futile and could not stop the enemy forces, hidden within the sandstorm, from attacking the city.

"Roar--"

When they were still four miles from the city, the earth-elemental dragon formed from sand and dust suddenly accelerated, letting out a roar that shook the mountains and fields. Then it accelerated again, its head heading straight for the city gate.

Below the dragon's head.

There was a figure.

That is……

White robe!

Amidst the yellow wind, the white-robed figure moved as swiftly as a sandstorm, leading the way. On his shoulder, he carried a massive siege hammer, seven feet in diameter and over ten feet long. Originally intended for use with a giant siege engine, he carried it on his own. With each step forward, the weight increased, and the ground beneath his feet cracked. Yet, a mysterious power amplified his movements, ensuring that even with the mountain-like siege hammer, his speed did not diminish in the slightest. He eventually merged completely with the head of the earth dragon, roaring in with the sandstorm and crashing against the heavy city gate.

"boom--"

Wucheng.

Shock!

"Om-"

Several cultivators arrived at the city gate ahead of time and cast defensive spells to reinforce it.

This impact seemed to have the power to shake mountains, but the battering ram was not a magic weapon after all, and it could not be integrated with true energy. Its destructive power was limited. It only broke through the defensive spells, but failed to break through the city gate.

Several cultivators took out talismans and affixed them to various parts of the city gates and walls to increase the city's fortification.

"kill him!"

"The city gates must not be breached!"

"..."

Give an order.

Immediately, daredevils used grappling hooks to drop down from the city wall.

The first attack failed to breach the city gate.