Transmigration begins with archery training

"What about people?!"

Qian Qiren flew on his sword to the large house in the city where the white-robed family members were housed, only to find it completely empty, without a single person in sight.

He grabbed a guard at the door and demanded, "Where are the Chen family members?!"

"No, I don't know."

The guard, looking bewildered, said, "I haven't seen them leave."

"They ran away ahead of time?!"

"What kind of trick is Chen Sanshi up to?"

Qian Qiren searched the vicinity anxiously several times, but still could not find the target. In the end, he had no choice but to give up and flew towards the top of the city wall to report the news of the disappearance of the white-robed family.

"Gone?"

Cui Zichen retorted angrily, "I knew that guy surnamed Chen wasn't so honest!"

"What are you waiting for?!"

Shangguan Haichang discarded his dulled goose-feather saber: "The situation is urgent, we can't delay any longer. Let's escort His Majesty away from Kunyang first!"

"Fellow immortal masters, can't we hold on a little longer?"

Emperor Cao Huan, the legitimate emperor, looked at the soldiers still fighting fiercely on the city wall, and at this moment, he seemed somewhat hesitant about "escaping".

The battlefield is the best place to temper one's character.

During this period, he would risk climbing the wall to inspect the troops every day, eating and living with them. He gradually came to understand what it meant to be "fellow soldiers".

He pointed to the city wall and said, "If we just leave like this, what will happen to the soldiers inside the city?"

Without a celestial master, the soldiers defending the city would face a one-sided massacre.

"I can't worry about that anymore."

Cui Zichen urged, "Even if we stay, we can't hold out for long!"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Shangguan Haichang grabbed the emperor's dragon robe: "Victory and defeat are common occurrences in war. Even if all the troops here are lost, we can still gather the rest of our troops as long as we leave this place. Let's go, Your Majesty!"

"..."

Emperor Cao Huan left the city tower amidst shoving and pushing.

Amidst the chaos, they made their way to a corner in the southeast, trying to avoid attracting the attention of the soldiers, and then boarded donkey carts and flying boats.

Even so, a general who happened to be passing by during a troop rotation spotted them and couldn't help but ask, "Gentlemen, where are you headed?!"

"You all just focus on guarding the city, and don't ask questions you shouldn't!"

Shangguan Haichang replied sternly.

The armor on this martial saint's body was already tattered, and an arrow was embedded in his chest.

Looking at the donkey carts and flying boats behind him, he immediately understood what was going on. His confused expression turned to grief and indignation. He suddenly raised the long knife in his hand and shouted, "Shangguan Haichang, are you trying to run away again?!"

"Nonsense!"

Shangguan Haichang defended himself, saying, "We are looking outwards for an opportunity to defeat the enemy."

"Bah!!!"

The commander, at the Profound Elephant Realm, roared with bloodshot eyes, pointing at the distant city wall where corpses were constantly falling down: "Run! Run! All you fucking know is to run!"

"Back then, it was you who said you wanted to create a peaceful and prosperous world and establish unparalleled achievements, which is why the brothers followed you out to risk their lives!"

"But what do you take us for? Are our lives less than those of a dog in your eyes?!"

"Cao Huan!"

He addressed the emperor by his given name, saying, "Don't pretend you're deaf and dumb! I'm talking to you! Answer my question!"

"Be bold!"

A eunuch flew into a rage and said, "Wei Lan, how dare you address His Majesty by his given name? This is a capital offense of deceiving the emperor!"

Wei Lan ignored the other party, his bloodshot pupils fixed on the dragon robe, veins bulging on his neck, and shouted:

Cao Huan!

"With a formidable enemy at our doorstep, you, as the ruler of a nation, have repeatedly attempted to flee in disgrace, even falling short of the young children of the Chen family. What kind of emperor are you? What kind of ruler are you!"

"General Wei..."

When Emperor Cao Huan was questioned, he was not angry at all, but instead felt extremely ashamed and was speechless for a moment.

"Your Majesty the Emperor!"

Wei Lan roared hoarsely, her voice trembling with sobs: "You can't leave! The brothers need His Majesty! You... you just need to stand in the back, and everyone can hold on. Maybe Commander Chen will come back to rescue us soon! If you leave now, everything will be over!"

As he spoke, he dropped his weapon with a clang, then knelt heavily on the ground and began to plead bitterly.

"His Majesty!

I'm begging you!

"Stay!"

"I can guarantee that even if one of our brothers is still alive, we will not allow them to harm Your Majesty in the slightest."

"..."

"Kill him."

Cui Zichen lost his patience and said coldly.

Immediately behind him, a cultivator rode a flying sword and thrust it straight at Wei Lan's throat.

But at that very moment, Cao Huan, dressed in a dragon robe, suddenly stood in front of them.

The cultivator hurriedly turned his sword, almost grazing the other's crown and nearly killing him by mistake.

"Sixth brother?"

King Cao Zhi of Yan was surprised.

"Master Cui!"

The white-haired Emperor Zhengtong slowly raised his head, his eyes slightly red, and questioned, "What crime has General Wei committed that warrants his execution?"

Everyone was baffled and didn't understand what was going on.

"Isn't this nonsense?"

Cui Zichen said expressionlessly, "The situation is urgent, we don't have time to waste with this person."

"Yes, Sixth Brother."

Prince Cao Zhi of Yan urged, "But if you say you won't kill them, then let's keep them. Don't waste time, come with us quickly."

Under the cover of night, the dim firelight flickered on the somewhat timid face of the Emperor Zhengtong. He looked at the Prince of Yan and the many immortal masters, as if he were struggling with something inside. After making a decision, he spoke with trembling lips: "I have changed my mind. I will not leave, and neither can you. Stay and defend to the death."

"what?"

Everyone was shocked.

"Are you crazy?!"

Qian Qiren looked at the other person with a puzzled expression: "This is utterly inexplicable!"

"I...I'm not discussing this with you."

Cao Huan's tone became even more resolute: "General Wei is right. These soldiers are risking their lives for me. If I were to leave at this time, how could I be worthy of the throne?"

"Sixth Brother, that's enough."

Prince Cao Zhi of Yan grabbed his wrist: "Hurry up and leave."

He said he was going to exert force, but he couldn't pull it.

"Twelfth Brother!"

Cao Huan suddenly said, "I know I am your puppet."

"..."

The King of Yan was taken aback.

Cao Huan's cloudy eyes reddened as he looked at the brother who had helped him ascend to the throne and said with perfect clarity, "You just want to use the reputation I accumulated in the court in my early years, as well as my status as the eldest son of the emperor, to recruit scholars from all over the country and expand the army. I know all of this."

From Ziwei Mountain to the assassination attempt on the emperor at the Imperial Ancestral Temple, forcing him to flee, it was all part of the Prince of Yan's scheme; he was merely a puppet.