My Cultivation Starting from Archery

After dinner,

Chen Sansi put on his Mystic Iron Armor and headed to the military camp to report for duty.

Having taken leave for over a month as soon as he took the post, it was inappropriate to be absent any longer.

His master and his fourth senior brother had left Liangzhou City a long time ago, and the other brothers from the Eight Camps had also left one after another. Now, Liangzhou was managed by the joint efforts of Pei Tiannan, Mr. Hou, and Lu Ji.

In this one month,

Chen Sansi's subordinates also made progress.

Zhu Tong, Wang Li, Xu Bin, Wu Da and others had broken through to the Bone Forger Realm thanks to the supplemental medicine provided by the Eight Camps. Among them, Wu Da, with the elevation of his realm, gradually revealed an extraordinary aptitude, and in the future he would have the opportunity to achieve Meridian Passage or even higher.

As for Refining Internal, there were Feng Yong and Zhao Kang.

They both had been in the Bone Training for over ten years, had enlightenment from many bloody battles, were supported by the resources after coming to Liangzhou, and occasionally were also aided with supplemental medicine from Chen Sansi. It was not surprising that they broke through to the Refining Internal. Since their foundation was not stable, they were considered low-tier Refining Organ Martial Artists, incomparable to the geniuses, but for the moment, they were more than enough to act as captains.

As for Zhu Tong and the others, they naturally assumed the position of captains of a hundred men.

Last comes Zhao Qiao, who, due to his age and the struggles of cultivation, took on the responsibility of assisting Xu Wencai with logistics. He was down-to-earth and hardworking, fitting for handling logistics.

Among the rest of the forces from the garrison, one named Wei Yuan stood out, while the others were average.

These were the subordinates.

The Vice Admiral responsible for Chen Sansi was named Yu Song, and he was in the Meridian Passage Realm.

His colleagues were Bai Thingzhi, Lu Shuhua, and Xie Sishu—all three were Thousand Captains. Among them, two eyed him like a tiger watching its prey, waiting to snatch the Chief Disciple's resources.

Moreover, Cao Fan had achieved Hua Jin, recording the fastest breakthrough among everyone.

"General Chen, you've finally come," Vice Admiral Yu Song, helmet on, commanded, "Starting today, you'll also be responsible for patrolling a section of the city, focusing on investigating the whereabouts of the Witch God Sect."

Chen Sansi asked, "Vice Admiral Yu, any leads lately?"

"There's a faint clue."

Yu Song said cryptically, "We may have caught a big fish recently. You'd best be on standby at any time, General Chen, don't miss out on this excellent opportunity to distinguish yourself."

"Alright."

After receiving his assignment, Chen Sansi led his men on patrol. Ten men a team, a total of one hundred teams were divided, responsible for both inside and outside the city.

He led a team to the south of the city, planning to visit Ci Yun Temple later when his shift ended today.

Today was the monthly sermon, a large gathering.

All the martial artists invited from Liangzhou would attend, mostly sect leaders of Sects; the least among them were above the Hua Jin realm. He was an exception, having been invited by Shao Yujing. Stay updated with empire

Nourishing Spirit Soup alone could not keep the incense of the Martial Saint burning; there must be some mystery in the monthly sermons.

Besides,

Chen Sansi also wanted to seize the chance to investigate the incense.

Without the spiritual energy necessary for practicing spells in the world, he wondered if incense could be substituted.

Could the person stealing the incense be doing it for this reason?

But so far, he had not found any Taoist who exhibited an unusual aura; could it be a temple master wandering outside?

"City Guard Army, you bunch of trash!"

While passing by the gate of a sect, someone started cursing at them.

"When will you guys catch the Witch God Sect!"

"Do you know how many of us have died?"

Yu Yang Sect.

A second-tier sect in Liangzhou City with a history of two hundred years. Due to its last two sect masters barely reaching the initial stage of Hua Jin, it fell to the low end among the third-tier sects, maintaining itself by taxing the fishermen's fish tax thanks to the river they owned.

If Shunzi had been born in Liangzhou City, fishing would mean being exploited further.

"Let's see if we can get Shunzi back."

Chen Sansi pondered; he was now somewhat an official too, and it shouldn't be too much of a problem to pull some strings later and get Shunzi a service job. If he could bring him to Liangzhou, Shunzi could become his assistant.

"I'm talking to you lot!"

"..."

A disciple wielding a fish spear charged towards them.

"Seeking death?"

Zhu Tong glared furiously, ready to kill on the spot, and the rest of the brothers surrounded the aggressor with drawn blades.

"Hold!"

Chen Sansi signaled for his brothers to back off. He had always disliked the disciples of sects, but that didn't justify wanton slaughter: "We are investigating the Witch God Sect and will inform you of any results."

"Bullshit, how long has it been!"

The sect disciple was relentless, "If you ask me, it wouldn't be surprising if this is the work of your Eight Camps!"

"Exactly, exactly!"

The other disciples chimed in, "Otherwise, why have hardly any of your military men died? It's always our sect disciples who end up dead."

Chen Sansi, not wanting to waste words, left with his men.

That evening, he spent silver for his brothers to dine at a restaurant, while he alone headed to Ci Yun Temple for the sermon.

"Mr. Chen!"

At the gate, he encountered Shao Yujing and Wen Zhi.

"Sect Master Shao,"

Chen Sansi greeted, "Manor Master Wen."

"You're here too?"

Wen Zhi looked around, "Old Shao, did you call for him?"

Shao Yujing nodded in confirmation.

"Humph!"

Wen Zhi left with a flick of his sleeve.

"Hehe, don't take offense, Mr. Chen. Although the duel ring is a matter of life and death, the man who died was his beloved son, so Manor Master Wen unavoidably harbors resentment," Shao Yujing led the way, "Come on, the preaching conference is about to begin. Every time after listening, Shao gains much; with another three to five years, perhaps I might truly understand and break through!"

Chen Sansi declined politely, "Sect Master Shao, go ahead, I plan to pay my respects and offer incense first."

"It seems Mr. Chen is very sincere."

Shao Yujing left first.

Chen Sansi arrived outside the main hall and once again saw wisps of Purple Energy emanating from the bodies of the worshippers, all of which were eventually absorbed into the incense burner, the Purple Energy lingering enticingly.