My Cultivation Starting from Archery

"Stop right there!"

The masked leader's blade pointed at the person, "A follower of the Witch God Sect?"

"Amitabha!"

The sharp-nosed monk pressed his palms together, "Sirs, please do not speak nonsense, this humble monk is a monk from the Golden Bell Temple."

"A monk? Then why are you running around in such a panic?!"

The masked man barked coldly, "Cut the crap, with that face, who could you fool? Meet your death!"

No more words were wasted.

All four of them made their move simultaneously.

The monk didn't hesitate either; his hands, at some point, were already quietly equipped with a pair of gloves wrapped with iron wire, directly clashing with the sword's blade, instantly sparking and creating sounds like that of blacksmithing.

"Both this monk and the leading masked man are in the Bone Training Realm!"

Chen Sansi could tell that their power clearly surpassed that of the Blood Refining Warriors; they were both adept at bone training.

Especially the sharp-nosed monk, who seemed frail, but was incredibly fierce in action, his aura was just like that of a fierce tiger from Second Layer Mountain.

Apart from the masked leader, the others were no match.

In just a few exchanges, they all suffered injuries, holding their swords, not daring to approach, covering from a distance.

The masked leader and the monk were locked in fierce combat.

When the fight was at a deadlock, another figure silently appeared, launching a surprise attack from behind.

It was yet another practitioner of bone training.

Two against one, the monk finally started to falter.

"Hiss—"

The masked leader found an opportunity, landing a sword strike on the monk's shoulder.

The sword did not cut off the entire arm as imagined, but got stuck in the middle after cleaving through bone, unable to completely sever it.

'Is this bone training?'

'Are bones really so hard that swords have trouble cutting through?'

'I'm afraid even my two-stone bow wouldn't be able to kill a bone training martial artist directly.'

'It seems that getting a ten-stone bow is imperative.'

Chen Sansi continued to watch the battle.

Any combat at a higher realm than his was helpful in gaining experience.

On the battlefield, the situation became gradually clear.

Ultimately, even a double-fisted monk could hardly fend off four hands, and after being struck by a sword, the disadvantage quickly widened. The Blood Refining Warriors, who had only dared to watch from afar, also moved in to look for an opportunity to deliver the finishing blow.

"Hiss hiss hiss—"

The sounds of blades tearing through clothing resounded one after another.

The fake monk was like someone splashed with a coat of red paint; though the bones were hard to break, the flesh had been stripped off in many places, some still clinging to his body, shaking as if they might fall off at any moment, looking extremely unsettling.

Finally, the masked leader found an opportunity, thrusting a sword into the Witch God Sect follower's carotid artery.

Blood spurted like a fountain; he fell stiffly to the ground, his eyes wide open in death.

"Search!"

The masked men quickly began searching the body, but found nothing.

"Nothing on him, the Immortal Treasure isn't with him!"

"Should the young master consider going up the mountain?"

"The item is most likely already in Xiang Tingchun's possession."

"Let's go; we came here to scavenge, if we can't find anything, then that's that. Getting caught by Xiang Tingchun would be the end for us. It looks like we're going to have to pay a high price after all."

"Take the body and withdraw!"

Listening to the conversation, Chen Sansi confirmed the guess in his mind.

The masked men were Liang Zhan and that old servant!

This Young Master, despite rumors of spending his days in brothels, had not fallen behind in cultivation. At twenty-five or twenty-six years of age, assuming he had practiced martial arts for ten years, reaching the Bone Training Realm was definitely outstanding in Po Yang County.

"To kill him, I still need to improve my strength."

Chen Sansi had not forgotten that Liang had come looking for him. If it weren't for Wang Zhi's presence, although it wouldn't have been life-threatening, it wouldn't have been pleasant.

Feeling controlled by others was truly unbearable.

He didn't linger, returning the same way he had come.

"Did Xiang Tingchun really get the Immortal Treasure?"

Chen Sansi felt regretful.

But he always felt that something was not quite right.

Carefully thinking about it, Witch God Sect followers blending in with the common people is actually not a good way to get away.

The military had already arrived, and even if they were truly ordinary people, they would definitely scrutinize their ancestry back to the eighteenth generation before releasing anyone after confirming there were no issues.

Compared to slipping through unnoticed, they seem more like they were trying to attract attention.

Had it not been for Chen Sansi, in such a chaotic scene where even the snapping of branches dozens of meters away could be heard clearly, no one would've noticed the fake monk.

But there was nothing on him.

Hidden away?

Chen Sansi couldn't help but recall the scene when he first got the Linglong Jade Box.

With a try-and-see attitude, he searched along the way back, not finding any signs of the soil having been disturbed.

"Am I overthinking it?"

"Wait a minute."

A bird's call above him drew his attention to a pine tree's bark, which had fresh signs of being stripped off.

Chen Sansi immediately climbed up and at the highest point of the trunk, he found a fist-sized tree hole.

"There's a snake!"

With quick eyes and hands, he pressed down on the snake's head and pulled it out.

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It was a poisonous green snake.

Looking inside the hole, there was nothing else.

However, there were bloodstains on the snake's lower jaw, as if it had been torn apart by someone, and scales were missing from its body.

"Could it be..."

Without hesitation, Chen Sansi used both hands to pry the snake's jaws apart, yanking to both sides, tearing the snake in half, and there it was—a piece of green jade stone, the very Jade Key recorded in the "Dasheng Book"!

"Stuffing things inside a snake's belly, that's quite clever!"

He couldn't help but admire the ingenuity of whoever did this.

Even if one made a mark on the snake, it may not be possible to find it later.

It seemed that the Witch God Sect would rather lose the item than let it fall into someone else's hands.

It must be said that this method was indeed effective.

Any normal person would never have found such tiny traces.

But he happened to encounter them.

Chen Sansi secured the jade stone and ripped out the snake's gallbladder.

The green snake wasn't worth much, but every little bit counts.

After everything was done, he threw the snake's carcass back into the hole; before long, other animals would come along, lured by the scent of blood, and clean it up.

"Looks like Households Commander Xiang has made a wasted trip this time."

Chen Sansi returned to the foot of the mountain; the chaos was still not over.

The Witch God Sect followers were stubbornly resisting; the remaining two or three even took the common people as human shields and ran in different directions.

Indeed, they were covering for the fake monk.

After the fake monk had left, the Witch God Sect followers began to think of ways to save themselves.

The people from the garrison had spread out in pursuit, their ranks were quite thin, and no one was paying attention to Chen Sansi's movements.

It was not until dusk that the last Witch God Sect follower was captured, and the clean-up of the battlefield began.

In terms of casualties, three garrison soldiers died, and two were injured.

Among the two who died, just one was a military soldier; the rest were Array Soldiers.

But they killed seven Witch God Sect members and captured one alive—all Blood Refining Warriors.

Indeed, there's strength in numbers.

After all, they had one flag leader and five small flags on their side; if the scene hadn't been so chaotic, preventing archers from being of much use, it would've been entirely possible to suffer even fewer casualties.

"I killed a Blood Refining Mastery and a small achievement; I should be able to exchange for a few bowls of Blood Replenishing Soup."

Chen Sansi was calculating.

His subordinates were also gradually returning, with no casualties, and having jointly killed two people.

"Okay, stop hugging me!"

Zhu Tong impatiently pushed Xu Wencai away, "It's all over, look at you being such a scaredy-cat!"

"Whistle—"

The whistle arrow was fired again.

Three hundred garrison soldiers were ordered to assemble in front of the Golden Bell Temple.

Xiang Tingchun, with bloodstained clothes, slowly walked out of the temple gate; his He Miao Blade was broken, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth, but the human head he held in his hand declared that he had won this murderous battle.