My Cultivation Starting from Archery

Agate River.

The Martial Saint of the Tuoba Clan, Tuoba Deyu, halted his horse as he looked out over the densely packed corpses scattered across the icy, snow-covered ground.

He couldn't imagine what had transpired here.

All he could do was to urgently send a message back to the Great Capital.

...

Liangzhou.

"Boom——"

The blood fog was only a few dozen feet away from people's heads now.

Above the Heavenly Dome, no birds flew anymore.

Crows flocked in groups, perching en masse on the rooftops and eaves.

The streets, buildings, and everything within sight had turned crimson, as if the air between heaven and earth was filled with the scent of blood; oppression and suffocation followed, plunging the vast city into an eerie silence.

Inside the mansion of Marquis Wu Yi.

The two maidservants, SiQinmohua, had been scared senseless much earlier.

"Master."

Zhaozhao watched as the blood fog drew nearer," What should we do? Are we about to turn into blood... I heard that even Chen Sansi's master is trapped here and can't get out."

"If his master is trapped, doesn't he still remain?"

Ning Xiang looked up, her voice faint," This isn't just a calamity for Liangzhou, this is a catastrophe for the whole world."

Great Wall.

"What should we do now?!"

Sixth Prince Cao Huan, amid a myriad of concerns, appeared a bit disheveled.

He had just ended his decade-long confinement and had finally returned to the court to make a difference when he encountered such a massive catastrophe; if things continued this way, he feared they would soon turn into blood water.

"How is the situation in You State?"

"Not bad, we should be able to take down Li City Prefecture in the next few days."

"After Li City Prefecture, there's still Zhu Tuo Pass!"

Cao Huan, exhausted, said," Zhu Tuo Pass is the hardest to conquer, I'm afraid... it might be too late!"

"Indeed."

The Second Brother, Cheng Wei, fiddled with his abacus," Zhu Tuo Pass, with its hundred thousand defenders and several Martial Saints and Immortal Masters, and while the likes of Jiang Yuanbo from the Capital City are still en route, relying solely on General Lü and his men will probably be a dim hope."

"To damage the White Robe, and then lose Liangzhou, could it be..."

Cao Huan spread his arms wide," Is heaven determined to destroy our Great Sheng?"

"Your Highness."

General Fang Qingyun interjected," The battle report from General Chen has not yet been sent back, it's still better not to speculate recklessly."

"General Fang, with the situation at this point, you don't need to speak for General Chen anymore. He died for his country, even if he disobeyed orders at first, surely no one will punish him now."

Cao Huan sighed," If only, my twelve brother!"

King Yan Cao Zhi.

He had watched him grow up himself.

Though they were not born of the same mother, their relationship had always been the best among all the siblings.

Had he known this would happen.

He should never have allowed Cao Zhi to venture with Hongze Camp.

No, to be precise, he should never have let him come to Liangzhou!

"Report——"

"A letter from Agate River!"

"Oh?"

Cao Huan was startled," Quick, is it that my twelfth brother and General Chen are still alive?"

Given the current circumstances.

Even if the whole army was wiped out, if only a few high-ranking officers survived, it would still be a timely loss for the Great Sheng Dynasty, better than total annihilation.

"No..."

The guard reading the report, his voice trembling," General Chen, ten days ago, fought a desperate battle against the current, personally slaying Yuwen Jingwen, then led Hongze Camp to smash fifty thousand enemy troops, and now has taken Agate River and is heading straight for Yin Mountain."

"What did you say?"

Cao Huan initially didn't grasp the news.

He reminisced about the name Yuwen Jingwen in his mind, then suddenly recalled that this wasn't Yuwen Jingwen of Agate River, renowned as the first Batulu of the Yuwen Clan?

He is dead?!

Chen Sansi...

Killed him?!

He killed Yuwen Jingwen.

A Profound Image Realm practitioner killed a Martial Saint?!

Not only Cao Huan.

Upon hearing the news, everyone present was dumbstruck.

"Could it be a false report?"

General Zhao Wuji said with a wry smile,"You tell me Bone Training kills Refining Internal, I believe; you tell me Hua Jin kills Meridian Passage, I can accept; but Profound Image killing Martial Saint, isn't that a bit too absurd?

"If that's really the case, wouldn't the Martial Saint be somewhat disgraced?

"Could it be, the barbarians are playing tricks on us?"

"General Zhao, are you truly confused?"

General Fang Qingyun spoke up,"Would Hai Dongqing send us a false report?"

"Your Highness, it's true!"

The guard said excitedly,"Yuwen Jingwen's head has also been sent back, it's just that it can't pass through the Boundary, it's right outside now."

"Is it true?"

"It's an 80% match to the portrait, it's definitely genuine!"

"..."

The tent fell into silence again.

"Map!"

"Quick!"

"Bring the map!"

Cao Huan shouted loudly.

He pointed at the location of Agate River on the map,"So that means, they are now at this location, and in about twenty more days, they can reach near Yin Mountain. How many troops can the barbarians gather here in twenty days?"

"Considering the original garrison, plus reinforcements."

Cheng Wei provided the answer,"Approximately a hundred thousand, four Martial Saints, along with high-ranking officials from the Witch God Sect, and an unknown number of Immortal Masters."

Hearing this.

The recently exhilarated Cao Huan felt as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped over his head.

Ultimately, this was something impossible to achieve.

He estimated.

Even if Chen Sansi really killed Yuwen Jingwen, it was unlikely he could face so many Martial Saints and supernatural beings afterward.

But to have come this far.

It was admirable!

"General Chen, truly a fierce and loyal minister."

Cao Huan bowed his head, gazing at the route taken by Hongze Camp from Huqiu Mountain northward, as if he could see them moving through the storm, sharing their determination.

Even if it ultimately amounted to ants shaking a tree, it was still worthy of respect.