Transmigration begins with archery training

Within the canyon.

The soldiers of the Han Dynasty arrived at the pre-arranged ambush location ahead of time.

"I'll be a good boy."

Wang Zhi, who was already a true martial artist, carried a seven-foot-long Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword) and gazed at the vast and boundless land of Tianshui Continent: "This cultivation world is different, isn't it?"

Not only him, but also the soldiers in Tianyong City who had been cultivating for many years were basically coming to the real world of cultivation for the first time, and they couldn't help but feel a lot of emotions.

Zhou Weizhen gazed at the distant mountain peaks, where cultivators could be vaguely seen flying on their swords, his eyes filled with longing: "I've heard of places with abundant spiritual energy, where one can even cultivate while sleeping."

"It will be ours sooner or later."

Yu Ji gazed into the distance, his conviction unwavering, and declared, "Wherever the sun and moon shine, wherever there are mountains and rivers, all belongs to the territory of my great Han!"

"Heavenly soldiers."

Rong Yanqiu, carrying a long, metal whip shaped like a spine, swept her sharp gaze across everyone: "Raising an army for a thousand days is for using it for one."

"Since the establishment of Tianyong City, we have been working hard day and night, consuming countless resources. Many soldiers outside the capital have criticized us, thinking that we are nothing but good-for-nothings."

"Ten years have passed since I honed this sword, but its frosty edge has yet to be tested!"

"Ten years of arduous training, all for the day of testing my sword!"

"The Tianshui bandit clan has never given up on destroying us. It's time to let them see the sharpness of the sword of the Great Han!"

"Let us conquer Tianshui and serve the imperial court!"

"Let us conquer Tianshui and serve the imperial court!"

"..."

The Heavenly soldiers shouted in unison, then quickly fell silent and went to both sides of the canyon, hiding behind various boulders.

……

Fifty miles away.

More and more cultivators from Ronghua City and the Demon Suppression Guards gathered from all directions, like locusts passing through, densely packed and countless.

They stood on perfectly aligned flying swords, their hands forming hand seals, and a variety of spells flashed with brilliant light, illuminating the entire sky.

Compared to mortal wars, cultivators are often more afraid of being besieged when their cultivation levels are similar, due to factors including but not limited to magical artifacts, magical power, and many other factors.

Not to mention, there are also many cultivators with Foundation Establishment realm in Ronghua City and the Demon Suppression Division.

A martial artist from the Demon Suppression Division, at the mid-stage of True Power, rode a puppet crane, wielding a bronze mace that hummed rhythmically. As he closed the distance between them, he commanded:

"Chase after them! A reward of five hundred spirit stones will be given for capturing any demonic being; a reward of eight thousand spirit stones will be given for capturing a Foundation Establishment demonic being!"

"Master Wu!"

A cultivator from Ronghua City worriedly asked, "Among these people, there are cultivators in the late Foundation Establishment stage. Isn't it too risky for us to chase after them like this?"

"What are you afraid of?!"

Wu Wei, his eyes red, said, "There are over two hundred of us. Even if we can't defeat them one-on-one, we can still form an array to trap them here! It won't be long before the city lord and the Eighth Prince arrive! If you let even one escape, you'll be sorry!"

"Om-"

The pursuing team accelerated again.

They were getting closer and closer to the "demons," and were about to catch up when a huge canyon suddenly appeared in front of them, and the demons disappeared into it one after another.

Without hesitation, the cultivators followed closely into the canyon and finally caught up with them. They dispersed and surrounded Chen Sanshi and the few others.

"Haha~"

Wu Wei narrowed his eyes, looking at the long sword in the hand of the leader and the water-elemental true energy wrapped around his body, and sneered: "You are Xiao Feng, right? And the one next to you is Shangguan Siheng from the Zhuxian Sect? I didn't expect that you two would have any connection with the Barren Land. You've caught two big fish today."

"This fellow Taoist."

Chen Sanshi said quietly, "You probably haven't figured out who's the fish between us yet, have you?"

"Who are you trying to scare?"

Wu Wei pointed his bronze mace at them and said disdainfully, "The city lord and Eighth Master will be here soon. I advise you not to put up any more futile resistance. Perhaps they can give you a quick death. Otherwise, they will surely annihilate you and condemn you to eternal damnation!"

Chen Sanshi smiled without saying a word.

Beside him, a few people each took out their magical implements and lined up, their expressions solemn but fearless.

"..."

Wu Wei sensed something was wrong and was feeling a sense of unease when a sharp shout suddenly came from above.

"Rumble--"

At the top of the canyon, deafening roars continued.

"Those thieves from Tianshui are as stupid as pigs; they've been ambushed and still don't realize it?!"

Wang Zhi raised his Mo Dao high, the blade's light continuously increasing. With a single strike, he unleashed a torrent of dark, ink-black true energy that transformed into a Xuanwu (a mythical tortoise) and crashed down.

Wu Wei was taken aback and quickly raised his bronze mace to block, but at the same time, a long whip swept towards him like a giant python whipping its tail.

At the same time, one after another, soldiers clad in gleaming iron armor descended from the sky, and countless talismans burst forth like crossbow bolts, forming a continuous mass in mid-air.

"With 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals here, you scoundrel, why don't you surrender!"

"kill--"

"kill!"

"..."

The sudden turn of events caught the cultivators of the Demon Suppression Division and Ronghua City off guard. All they saw was an overwhelming barrage of spells and soldiers charging towards them.

These people were dressed like ordinary soldiers, but each of them possessed cultivation, either martial arts or magic, and their numbers were unknown.

"Rumble--"

As the pre-prepared formations were activated, the entire canyon began to tremble violently. Countless boulders and logs, carrying surging spiritual energy, fell down. Even if the cultivators were able to resist, their attention would be diverted, allowing enemy soldiers to get close and ultimately kill them.

"There's an ambush!"

"Get out!"

"Get out of here!"

"..."

The guards of Ronghua City and the demon-slaying guards of the Demon Suppression Division had been hunting down others in groups since they began their cultivation. They had never encountered such a situation before, and for a moment they were flustered and terrified.

Moreover, in the cultivation world, the largest number of people in each faction are always those with the lowest cultivation level.

Take the Demon Suppression Division for example. More than 80% of them are cultivators in the early to mid-stages of Qi Refining. Even those in the late stage of Qi Refining are considered leaders, able to manage a hundred or so people. They can be understood as centurions in a mortal army. Those in the Foundation Establishment stage are equivalent to commanders of thousands. Moreover, they don't actually encounter many battles on a daily basis.

Therefore, they quickly "collapsed into disarray," no longer obeying any commands, and only concerned with fleeing out of the canyon.

The more this happens, the more severe the losses will be for these people.

Zhou Weizhen, with his Heavenly Grade Golden Spiritual Root, wielded his flying sword. Although it was just an ordinary sword control technique, it exuded astonishing killing intent and unstoppable power in his hands. Ordinary mid-stage Qi Refining cultivators were no match for him, and even late-stage Qi Refining cultivators who were stronger than him had to take it seriously.

The others, including Sun Buqi, Deng Feng, Meng Quji, and Zhang Shun, had been cultivating diligently for ten years and finally got the chance to unleash all their skills.