My Cultivation Starting from Archery

As they spoke,

Fang Qingyun had already disappeared into the distance, pushing the wheelchair: "Junior brother, junior brother, your timing isn't good. If you had come to the Eight Camps a few years earlier when they were thriving, you could have enjoyed some good times. Instead, you ended up in Liangzhou in these final years and became the closed-door disciple, sigh..."

The voice faded away.

The Green Robed Scholar had also vanished into the darkness.

Chen Sansi was no fool.

He could clearly hear the hidden meaning in his senior brother's words.

If he were simply sad and nostalgic, why add that last sentence?

This was a hint to him.

Thinking back,

the three-year Martial Saint pact must have been planned from the start.

Having learned the sect's martial arts, he also had to shoulder the sect's responsibilities.

Moreover...

It wasn't as if he was just following someone else's desires.

The path

was his own from the beginning.

Initially,

there were merely two choices: one, to go to the Capital City and be a dog.

Two, to try his chances at the frontier.

With things as they stood,

why hesitate?

"Pop!"

Chen Sansi drained the tea from his cup in one gulp and then firmly set down the cup before returning to his residence.

Marquis Wu Yi's residence.

The backyard was connected to a secluded alley.

Tonight, the back door was wide open.

Zhao Kang and others gradually arrived.

Once everyone was present, a maid locked the back door.

In the courtyard, a fragrant medicinal aroma wafted through the air.

Mr. Chen sat on a stone bench, facing several boiling medicine furnaces.

"So, how is it?"

he began, "Have you felt uneasy in the army these past few days?"

"Uneasy!"

Xiong Qiuan cursed, "Almost dying from unease!"

"Yes,"

Feng Yong continued, "Lady, after you left us here, those damned people disliked us even more."

"Then..."

Chen Sansi asked, "Why do you only have to feel uneasy?"

Everyone was silent.

What else could it be because of.

It was because their abilities weren't sufficient.

Otherwise, they could have competed legitimately.

"My lord, it is our incapability!"

"..."

Chen Sansi didn't rush to speak, but instead served a bowl of a pitch-black medicinal soup: "Wu Da, you first."

Wu Da's physique was undoubtedly a Mysterious Phenomenon Body, coupled with his excellent comprehension, he was now the highest realm among this group.

"Alright."

The scar-faced Wu Da didn't hesitate and gulped it down.

Afterward,

he felt a clear sensation spreading throughout his limbs and bones after it entered his stomach.

This medicinal effect...

was even stronger than treasure medicine!

After drinking, Wu Da tried to cultivate immediately and immediately felt his rapid progress.

"This..."

"My lord! What is this medicine?!"

"How is this possible?!"

"..."

"It's just ordinary medicine."

Chen Sansi said indifferently, "This is all the help I can offer you."

Spiritual Grain.

He mixed the Spiritual Rice Medicine Ointment into the top-quality Supplemental Medicine!

And this Spiritual Grain.

was concocted using an Alchemy Furnace he had purchased from the Cultivation World.

After testing, it was discovered that it was many times more effective than those concocted using the Mystic Iron Furnace, and as long as one's realm was above Refining Internal, it could be taken with virtually no side effects.

Subordinates of Po Yang.

Their capability to adapt on the battlefield was sufficient, and their loyalty was too.

The only flaw was their lack of inherent talent.

Something that could not be compensated for in the mortal world.

Thus, he decided to compensate with methods of the Immortals!

Now, the Hongze Camp, following him to battle the barbarians, posed no problems at all.

But...

They ultimately weren't his own people.

To truly make them his Hongze Camp, he first needed a sufficient number of trusted generals.

As for the matter of Spiritual Grain...

After having gone to the ends of the earth, it seemed no longer so secret.

If it really came to light, there were plenty of ways to cope.

Although it was still unclear what the Immortal Treasure actually was, after the grand opening of the Heavenly Gate, there were plenty of explanations for the methods of concocting Spiritual Grain, no need to keep gripping it in hand anymore.

As his realm increased, the Spiritual Rice Medicine Ointment was no longer as significant for Chen Sansi, but for his subordinates, it remained a top-tier treasure medicine, and keeping it hidden was too wasteful.

Following Wu Da's lead.

The rest of the men also successively drank the Supplemental Medicine mixed with Spiritual Rice Medicine Ointment.

"Five Meridian Passage, fifteen Hua Jin,"

Chen Sansi set the requirement, "In half a year, if you still can't meet this requirement, leave the Hongze Camp on your own."

With the aid of Spiritual Grain, plus an unlimited supply of Supplemental Medicine.

If you still can't reach that level of cultivation, then you're truly a hopeless case.

"Sir!"

"No problem!"

Zhao Kang confidently stated, "With this divine medicine, within two months, I will be able to reach Meridian Passage!"

Meridian Passage and Hua Jin.

Equivalent to Assistant General and Thousand Captain.

They are also the most crucial generals for controlling an army.

As long as there are enough hands on deck, no matter how much chaos, Chen Sansi was confident he could keep firm control of the Hongze Camp. After giving specific instructions to everyone, he let them leave.

Unwittingly.

It had already broad daylight.

He couldn't even bother to rest and went straight to the military camp for roll call, fully armored.

From today onward.

Hongze Camp would be responsible for guarding a section of the Great Wall and dealing with small groups of cavalry testing and harassing them.

When Chen Sansi led his troops to the Great Wall, he felt the scene was very familiar, just like back in the days at Po Yang, except now he commanded ten thousand men and he was even more a Mystical Phenomenon General.

"Sir!"

Xia Cong proactively brought over a map, "Sir, please look, this is the current military distribution of the Four Barbarian Tribes on the grassland."

"It's not only us who are actively preparing for battle."

"The barbarians have also noticed, and had been amassing a large army at the frontier tribes as a precaution six months ago."

"Our most advanced line is facing the Yuwen Tribe's army!"

"Now, with approximately twenty thousand troops, the Yuwen's Chancellor is also stationed among them."

"This is the local situation."

"Viewing the overall situation, our forces combined amount to two hundred thousand, the Four Barbarian Tribes' allies even exceed four hundred thousand."

"After the official start of the Northern Expedition."

"They should realize quickly, so it will be a tough face-to-face battle,"

Yuwen Tribe.

Chen Sansi had also, so to speak, dealt with them before.

He stood on the observation platform, gazing into the endless Northern Great Desert.

There lay the capital of the barbarians.