My Cultivation Starting from Archery

County town.

It was almost exactly as Chen Sansi had estimated.

The most valuable parts of the cheetah were the gallbladder and heart, with the remaining parts totaling forty-six taels of silver when sold.

After handling the goods, he rushed back to the garrison before nightfall.

"Running back and forth like this is really a waste of time!

"Still, I need some sort of transport."

Recently, Chen Sansi had been cultivating day and night, barely practicing with his arrows, and he had only visited the stables once.

Thinking it over, he didn't go home but instead went to the military camp.

"Neigh—"

The White Horse became restless and neighed as soon as he approached the stables, continuously stomping its hooves as if threatening.

Chen Sansi's temper flared in an instant.

The moment he opened the gate, the White Swan Horse charged crazily towards the outside.

Chen Sansi grabbed the saddle in one swift motion and leapt onto the horse's back, directly giving it a whip.

The White Swan Horse, pained by the whip, ran even more fiercely, trying with all its might to throw off the rider.

Chen Sansi steadied himself while using the reins to forcefully make the horse run in the direction he directed.

With his minor success in Blood Refining, his Qi Power was naturally not something a horse could resist.

At first, the White Swan Horse continued to struggle, but as time passed, perhaps because it was drained, or perhaps realizing that resistance was futile, it gradually became obedient.

After half an hour, it was as responsive as an arm extension.

In Chen Sansi's hands, the reins were as easy to manipulate as a steering wheel, moving as he willed.

[Skill: Horse Control (Entry-level)]

[Progress: (0/200)]

[Utility: The horse acknowledges its master, minds melding.]

A treasure horse?

The system called it a treasure horse; it seems its bloodline is indeed not bad, just a bit stubborn.

As for mind melding, it's an indescribable, mystical feeling.

If he had to describe it, Chen Sansi felt that the White Swan Horse, despite their short time together, was as familiar as an old dog that had been in the family for twenty years, with a telepathic understanding, able to mutually grasp each other's intentions.

This was crucial.

On the battlefield, the bond between a military officer and his warhorse was the closest of comradeships; a good coordination could sometimes save lives.

He remembered reading in a book of Dasheng that the Grand Ancestor Cao Xie had once been a house slave in charge of tending horses for a prominent family and had formed a bond with a young colt.

Later, during a pursuit, it was that colt that had saved Cao Xie's life.

Otherwise, there would have been no Dasheng Dynasty from the Cao family.

Having tamed the White Swan Horse, Chen Sansi planned to go home and rest.

When they reached the stable, however, the White Swan Horse was very resistant, indicating it did not want to live in the cramped stables.

Chen Sansi didn't mind.

His home had plenty of space for keeping a horse, so he decided to bring the fodder and stone trough back home as well.

"Brother Shi looks quite impressive."

Gu Xinlan watched her man riding a horse into the courtyard and couldn't help but feel her heart flutter.

Even though he was just a flag officer, in her eyes, Brother Shi increasingly resembled the generals in the folk tales.

Ravenous, Chen Sansi ate dinner and then consumed a leopard's gallbladder before continuing to practice with his spear in the courtyard.

The spear whistled through the air like thunder, and surprisingly, the horse wasn't scared at all. It just stood under the osmanthus tree watching him, occasionally nibbling on some fodder until it was utterly exhausted late at night and fell asleep standing up.

After finishing his spear practice, Sister Lan had also boiled some hot water for Chen Sansi to bathe and change his clothes.

"I have finished processing the tiger skin you brought back."

Gu Xinlan showed the tiger skin rug, "How about I turn it into a garment for you? It would definitely keep you warm in the winter."

Chen Sansi lounged in the bath barrel, "Wear it for me to see."

"Ah?"

Before Gu Xinlan could react, the man added, "I mean, wear just that and nothing else."

"Brother Shi..."

Gu Xinlan's cheeks reddened to her neck: "Who have you been learning from? Your tricks are getting more numerous."

Who makes someone dress up as a tigress?

…

The next day.

White Dew Clusters soften the morning with the sound of horse hooves.

Chen Sansi rode the White Swan Horse to the military camp for roll call.

After the training had ended, he came to Wang Zhi's tent to report the possibility of the Witch God Sect's presence in Po Yang, hoping he would inform the Hundred Households to dispatch someone for an investigation.

Then, he requested a day off, preparing to head back to the mountains.

He was determined to capture the White Deer.

Not to mention a pressing need for a heavy bow, the White Deer itself was also a powerful supplement, increasing cultivation speed faster than even the tiger heart.

Even if he had to spend fifty taels on bait, it was worth trying.

After requesting the leave, Chen Sansi had not yet left the tent when his subordinate Wang Li approached him.

"Sir."

Wang Li reported, "Someone from Tianyuan Martial Arts Academy wants to see you."

"From the Liang family?"

Chen Sansi hesitated for a moment, "Let him in."

If they were to meet, it would be in the military camp.

Soon, Wang Li led the visitor in, but it was not Liang Zhan himself, rather a disciple from the Tianyuan Martial Arts Academy.

"Chen Qigu."

The disciple first gave a fist salute, then took out a delicate sandalwood box from his bosom, "My master knows you have been hunting deer recently, and has specially picked a hundred-year-old treasure fungus from the Medicine Valley.

"Additionally, my master also has a message for you.

"There has been some misunderstanding with Chen Qigu before, he hopes you'll accept this as an apology and convert enmity into friendship. If you need help in the future, my master will definitely support you strongly."

Chen Sansi pondered the other's intent.

The Liang, are they afraid of him?

That seemed unlikely.

The local ruffian Qin Xiong once showed fear when faced with a bow, which was understandable.

But Liang Zhan was a bone-training martial artist, who had bravely fought against Witch God Sect followers.

Why would he feel the need to apologize to him, an ordinary blood refining warrior?

Such a capacity to bend or stand erect.

This person must not be underestimated!

Chen Sansi was on high alert.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

He initially intended to refuse the treasure fungus but seeing Hundred Households Wang's eyes gleaming, he changed his mind, "I'll accept the item, thank my regards to Mr. Liang."

Wang Zhi had traits worth learning.

When dealing with such people, there was no need to speak of righteousness.

Sugar-coated bullets.

Sometimes, one must swallow the sugar and spit out the bullets.

Perfect.

Spending fifty taels of silver on bait was extravagant, better to buy supplemental medicine to enhance cultivation.

"Good that you've accepted it."

The Martial Arts Academy Disciple breathed a sigh of relief, "Before coming here, my master instructed that if Chen Qigu did not accept the gift, I was not to return."

"What about mine?"

Wang Zhi held back for a long while, "My lord and your master are close friends and fellow travelers, doesn't he have anything for me?"

"Hundred Households Wang, this… this…"

The Martial Arts Academy Disciple coughed awkwardly, "I must return to report, I'll take my leave first."

Having said that, he left hurriedly without looking back.

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"Tch!"

Wang Zhi cursed, "The Liang Family is truly a bunch of opportunists, knowing that you will soon enter the Eight Camps and be recruited into the Governor Mansion, they think to ingratiate themselves with you!

"But…"

He spoke earnestly, "You must put in more effort, the more they respect you now, the greater the backlash you will face if you fail in the Selected Point in the future."

Chen Sansi clearly understood this principle.

That made it all the more important to cherish his time.

He took up his weapon, mounted the White Swan Horse, and left the military camp, heading straight for Tiger Head Mountain.

With the treasure fungus.

The likelihood of finding the White Deer should greatly increase.