Transmigration begins with archery training

The gentian silver spear pierced the ancient corpse's dry heart with a muffled thud.

Chen Sanshi spun the long pole, and the spear blade stirred inside the ancient corpse, pulverizing the heart and destroying the roots of the Corpse Puppet Demon Vine.

With the death of the Corpse Puppet Vine, the old man, like a puppet without its strings, drooped limply with his limbs and head hanging down, then fell straight to the ground, never to move again.

At the same time, exhausted Chen Sanshi could no longer hold on and collapsed to his knees, panting heavily.

If it weren't for grasping some of the true essence of martial arts at a crucial moment, I would probably be in big trouble this time.

Ultimate Divine Power!

Simply put, it means that no matter what weapon one holds, one will not be confined to the weapon itself, but will be able to comprehend its "Tao" and thus achieve true unity between man and weapon. The moves that can be performed at will are the pinnacle of skill.

Even if there are no other gains from this trip, the supreme divine power alone is enough to make it worthwhile!

Before this, Chen Sanshi would have needed to fight back and forth for a long time to deal with cultivators in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage. After this, his combat power would definitely increase by a level, and he would be able to deal with them much more easily.

"Keng!"

After resting for a while and regaining some strength, Chen Sanshi picked up his weapon again and charged into the horde of ancient corpses.

Once he unleashed his martial arts, he had no weaknesses whatsoever; every move he made contained the true essence of martial arts.

Furthermore, these ancient corpses were far inferior to the old man, making them easy prey to deal with.

In less than half an incense stick's time, all two hundred-plus ancient corpses had been dealt with, and the corpses piled up at his feet almost formed a mountain.

"..."

After severing the last ancient corpse's head, Chen Sanshi collapsed to the ground. The effects of his body working beyond its limits began to emerge, and his meridians, bones, and even flesh started to tear and ache. Eventually, he lost all feeling in his body and could only lie on the ground and slowly recover.

The blind woman's situation wasn't much better.

The body of a cultivator is originally transformed by spiritual energy. After the cultivation is reduced, the physical body will only become weaker and unable to withstand high-intensity combat.

The blind woman didn't show much reaction on the surface. She simply put down the Ice Soul Sword, leaned against the stone pillar, slowly sat down cross-legged, and quietly regulated her breathing.

It took an incense stick's time for the two to regain their mobility.

Using his spear as a cane, Chen Sanshi limped toward the old man's mutilated corpse.

Jiang Xiyue, carrying a long sword, would stop and rest for a few breaths after each step, slowly walking towards the red lotus in the pool. Then she bent down and carefully picked it in an orderly manner.

"Buzz, buzz..."

The old man's body was still emitting a spiritual light from beneath the front of his clothes, resembling a beating blue heart.

Just as Chen Sanshi was about to get close, there was a "clang" sound, and a silver medal fell out from the corpse's waist.

The three characters engraved on the surface are clearly visible: Garrison Commander.

He was also the garrison commander.

It seems highly likely that the so-called garrison commander comes from the "Luoxiao Sect".

Just as Chen Sanshi was about to reach for the silver medal, a dark blue light suddenly emerged from it. He immediately retreated and picked up two weapons at the same time.

After hovering in mid-air, the blue light gradually condensed into a humanoid shape, which looked exactly like the ancient corpse.

Remnant Soul!

The old man gazed around in bewilderment, his pupils filled with the vicissitudes of life, like a traveler returning home, feeling that everything before him was both familiar and strange.

After looking around, his gaze finally settled on the young man in front of him.

"Rumble--"

The cave suddenly shook violently without warning, as if the laws of nature were loosening. At the same time, waves of terrifying pressure began to emanate from the old man.

Oh no, this remnant soul isn't just clinging to something; it also has its own emotions and consciousness!

Most importantly, he seemed to possess a faint trace of magic.

The old man's large hands slapped down towards the young man's crown.

Chen Sanshi subconsciously summoned the Longyuan Sword, its blade piercing straight through the remnant soul's face, but it was as if it had struck through smoke, causing only a slight sway without inflicting any real damage.

A hand descended upon his head, and a bone-chilling cold swept over him. He tried to dodge, but was shocked to find that his legs seemed frozen and he could not move.

"Senior, wait!"

Chen Sanshi shouted loudly and raised the wooden plaque of the garrison commander on his body.

Upon seeing the wooden sign, the old man paused slightly, and his large hand, which was about to slap the other person, froze in mid-air and did not continue to fall.

"This token."

He spoke softly, his hoarse, aged voice seeming to come from ancient times, entering my mind directly: "Is it yours?"

"its mine."

Chen Sanshi regained his mobility and took a few steps back, saying, "Senior, I had no intention of offending you. It was just that your body was parasitized by the Corpse Puppet Demon Vine, so I had no choice but to destroy it."

"Corpse Puppet Demon Vine..."

The old man looked down at his feet, as if recalling something: "So, I've lost to you?"

"Yes."

Chen Sanshi humbly replied, "I did my best and barely managed to surpass your remaining remains."

"Though you are crippled, your martial arts are still at their peak thanks to the parasitic presence of high-level demonic vines. It is truly remarkable that you, at such a young age, could defeat me..."

The old man's eyes showed appreciation, while he repeated his previous question: "Where did you get the token?"

"It belongs to the junior."

Chen Sanshi gave the same answer.

"impossible."

The remnant soul gently shook its head: "There is no such young commander-in-chief."

"Commander-in-Chief?"

Chen Sanshi was puzzled.

Could it be that this wooden plaque is of a higher status than the silver and bronze plaques?

He explained, "The token was passed down from my master, Sun Xiangzong. I wonder if you know him?"

"Never heard of it, probably some junior."

The old man's soul became somewhat ethereal, and his voice weakened slightly. He paused for a moment and asked, "What year is it today?"

"The Immortal Era, 250,000 years, 2,000 years, 673 years."

Chen Sanshi answered truthfully.

This year is calculated from the time after the ancient great war caused the collapse of the ancestral veins and the re-establishment of basic order.

"The Immortal Chronicles?"

Hearing the unfamiliar words, the old man sighed, "It seems a long time has passed. How is our Luo Xiao Sect doing? How is Bai Yu Jing?"

"senior……"

Chen Sanshi told him, "The sects you mentioned ceased to exist a long time ago."

"They're all gone?"

The old man's spirit became even more ethereal.

"If you are curious, senior."

Chen Sanshi said, "This junior can speak freely and tell you all the major events that have happened in the past two hundred thousand years."

"That's too late."

As the old man spoke, parts of the cave began to collapse, with gravel and sand falling from above with a soft rustling sound.