My Cultivation Starting from Archery

Hulaoguan.

Chen Sansi sat cross-legged.

Absorbing the incense from the Xuanzhu.

Above his right hand, a small sword continuously took shape and then dispersed, but each appearance made it look more solid than before, and the power it radiated grew stronger.

This cycle repeated.

Until at a certain moment, after the small sword became fully tangible and stable, it faintly emitted a dragon-like humming, growing to the size of a palm and revealing a sharp edge that made it seem like a real sword blade flying through the air.

Sword Qi Skill, breakthrough!

[Magic: Sword Qi Skill (Small Achievement)]

[Progress: 0/2000]

[Utility: ..., a hundred zhang flying sword]

[A hundred zhang flying sword: Kills invisibly from a hundred zhang away]

Both power and distance received a significant enhancement.

Chen Sansi carefully perceived it.

Now casting a spell, there was absolutely no problem in killing someone at the Xuanxiang Small Success stage.

He had watched Deng Feng fight, getting a clear sense of the combat and defensive power of a martial artist at the Xuanxiang Realm.

"Sir!"

Outside the door.

From a considerable distance, Zhao Kang carefully reported, "Sir, our supplies at Hulaoguan were cut off yesterday, but we've just received word that in two hours, a batch of emergency supplies will be escorted here."

This Meng Dashuai is still reliable.

Chen Sansi knew that transporting supplies over in such a short time was a very troublesome affair.

"Then start cooking, let the brothers eat and drink well before the decisive battle."

...

Nanxu Camp.

Deng Feng and his companions passed through layer upon layer of military formations, experiencing what is meant by a vast sea of humanity; with tens of thousands of people, just deploying the formations stretched out for twenty li.

It took them a journey of over ten li to reach the Central Army.

Sha Wenlong's heart filled with trepidation: "If the peace negotiations don't succeed, what then?"

"What then?"

Wang Zhi glanced at him and said, "We'll be surrounded and trapped. Whoever has the ability will live, whoever doesn't will die."

"..."

Sha Wenlong, an entry-level martial artist at the Xuanxiang Realm, was undoubtedly the weakest.

The other three from Nan Xu.

Fan Shuzhen, needless to say, You Jingzhi was also at Xuanxiang Small Success, and only Ran Jingxuan, who primarily relied on strategy, was at Xuanxiang entry-level.

Overall.

If something went wrong, they would be finished.

But it shouldn't come to that...

After all, even Fang Qingyun was there; they wouldn't risk their lives so recklessly.

They just hoped the negotiations would go smoothly.

...

Central Army Camp.

"Lord Eight, they're about to arrive. You go first to check, make sure they are truly who they claim to be to prevent any impersonation," said Ran Jingxuan, who felt increasingly uneasy, "especially pay attention to that unarmed general. I'm starting to suspect it might be Deng Feng himself in disguise; they don't have two people at the Great Success stage."

"Understood!"

Fan Shuzhen personally went out to receive them.

The two sides met outside the tent.

"Fourteenth brother!"

"Quick, help the fourteenth brother down to rest!"

Fan Shuzhen rescued Fan Jiuxiao, whose body was encased in Mystic Iron Chains, then began to scrutinize the others.

"General Fang, General Deng, General Sha!"

He recognized the three individuals instantly, and then his gaze fell on the last person, "This general..."

"Fan Eighth!"

Wang Zhi removed his iron helmet, sneering, "Don't recognize your grandpa anymore?"

"You..."

Fan Shuzhen was taken aback, and after a few breaths, he suddenly matched the face before him with a name from his memory, "Tang Ruoshan! You didn't die? The battle at Silver Pine Cliff, that was you?!"

Not far away.

Ran Jingxuan inside the tent was pressing his hand on the hilt of his sword, ready to order his men to attack should there be any problem, but then he heard an all too familiar name.

That year in Xuanwu Camp.

The entire camp had been annihilated under his father's command!

"Whirr!"

Ran Jingxuan flung the tent flap open.

He quickly confirmed that it really was him, "Tang Ruoshan, you're really still alive?!"

No wonder.

Back then, the Nanxu Soldiers said that Xuanwu Camp had been completely wiped out.

But in fact, there had been no bodies to prove the deceased, no signs of the living.

"Who?"

Sha Wenlong was also stunned.

This man was the general of the Xuanwu Camp back then?

That was the feat of Great Success in the Profound Image Realm fifteen years ago!

At that time, Martial Saints were few and far between, and someone who had achieved Great Success in the Xuanxiang Realm was already considered top-tier combat power in the world.

This man...

Had been demoted to a mere centurion?

Why would he speak of such an important matter, and still bring along a centurion with him?

"Your grandpa isn't so easy to kill,"

Wang Zhi declared proudly, "As for Fan Eighth, your fourth uncle's head was used by Mr. Tang as a chamber pot for a few years, and it was quite handy."

"You, you!"

Fan Shuzhen inquired, "Tang Ruoshan, where have you been hiding all these years?"

"Is that any of your business?"

Wang Zhi responded righteously.

With identities confirmed, Fan Shuzhen, You Jingzhi, and even Ran Jingxuan exchanged glances.

It seemed that the negotiation was genuine.

Every combatant within Hu Lao pass had already gathered here.

"Where is Chen Sansi?"

Fan Shuzhen asked, "He's the Commander, why isn't he here?" Stay updated through My Virtual Library Empire

"Eighth Prince."

Fang Qingyun spoke slowly, "You've got to leave someone in charge at Hu Lao, right?"

"General Fang is right, let's not just stand here,"

Ran Jingxuan said, adjusting the atmosphere, "Let's put past grudges behind us, I've prepared wine and a feast, please come inside. We can discuss the ceasefire at leisure."

"You still want weapons?!"

Sha Wenlong looked around at the soldiers, "What, do you want to kill us right here and now?!"

"Nothing of the sort."

Ran Jingxuan ordered, "Step aside, let the generals bring their weapons inside."

This is the Central Army Camp of a hundred thousand strong!

What harm could carrying weapons do?

If they didn't bring their weapons, it would be indicative of deceit.

"Strategist."

Fan Shuzhen, leaving the Marquis to entertain the guests, stayed outside to discuss privately, "Li Gong's son is causing trouble, it seems he knows about our negotiations, and he appears to have informed Qing Country. Li Gong is sure to be furious, how shall we deal with this?"