My Cultivation Starting from Archery

"Brother Chen, Brother Chen!"

After finishing a session of cultivation, Chen Sansi put down his long spear to take a short rest, only to see Yan Changqing running over excitedly, with many soldiers trailing behind him, all wearing the same expression.

"Incredible, it's just too incredible!"

Yan Changqing clapped his hands in amazement, "Brother Chen truly is a role model for all of us!"

"A role model for what?"

Chen Sansi was baffled.

"Look at you, playing dumb is no fun."

Yan Changqing replied with a mischievous grin, "Word has spread! Now the whole Liangzhou City knows about your romantic tale with Miss Ning Xiang!"

"Isn't that so."

Xie Sishu added, "Mr. Chen, that Vajra Body of yours not only brought down the arena but also the bed. This morning, as I was preparing to leave, I personally saw the maids carrying a broken bed down from the sixth floor."

"Hiss~"

"The Commander is fierce in the arena, and equally ferocious in bed..."

"..."

Chen Sansi guessed that since he could not explain the smashed bed, he would simply have to brazenly adapt the story to ensure his identity wasn't exposed.

"And the half-verse poem you wrote, 'A branch of bright red beauty holds dew's fragrance, clouds and rain over Wushan in vain for the lovelorn heart'!"

Yan Changqing clicked his tongue, "You said you couldn't write poetry!"

This world had no Wushan, but fortunately, there was Wushan.

Chen Sansi silently altered it as he wrote.

"What about the second half!"

"Indeed, Brother Chen, leaving a poem unfinished is not a good habit!"

These children of officials and the wealthy, even those who practice martial arts, have been educated from a young age, some are even not inferior to literary men, but they hold power in higher regard internally.

"With Brother Chen's poetic talent, if you were to take the civil service examination, you would certainly achieve top honors."

"..."

Chen Sansi felt that if he had focused solely on reading and writing, he would definitely have found success. Not to mention that in a place like the Capital City, he could easily gain fame all over the world by simply copying a few poems, but it would be useless. Even if he succeeded in earning fame and recognition, he would still need to employ high realm martial artists for personal protection, not to mention the possibility of cultivating to immortality in this world.

"Still, Brother Chen, you do have one bad habit."

Yan Changqing switched the subject, "How could you... not pay her?"

"Exactly."

"The word has gone out, just before you left, you even took away more than five thousand silver notes from Miss Ning Xiang, you ended up with a profit!"

"A role model, indeed!"

"What kind of role model, I think what General Chen did was quite inappropriate. That money was hard-earned, how could you default on it?"

"..."

Chen Sansi took the opportunity to slip away while they were chattering, not having time to waste. Before leaving, he also took several scrolls from the Great Library—maps of the Great Sheng Dynasty.

There were rumors of unrest popping up everywhere; with external threats resolved, internal strife had emerged. It was likely that there would be another war soon, and the soldiers from the Reserve Camp would be deployed for combat.

As a military leader, it was natural for him to keep maps at hand, ready to analyze the situation at any moment. Read new chapters at My Virtual Library Empire

Calling for his White Swan Horse, before heading home, Chen Sansi made his way to the bustling Lu Hua Street, a street full of shops selling women's jewelry, rouge, and powder. He selected the busiest shop and spent several hundred silver notes on jewelry before heading home.

Before reaching his home, Chen Sansi could already see from afar a young Taoist in Daoist robes standing in front of the mansion.

Ci Yun Temple had come calling again.

"Benefactor."

The young Taoist bowed and said, "Why didn't the benefactor attend the sermon a few days ago?"

Chen Sansi dismounted and said, "Little master, please convey to Taoist Qiu Mingzi that I have been busy with military duties lately. When I have the time, I will be sure to visit and pay tribute to the Heavenly Venerate and donate incense."

"Then Mr. Chen must not forget next time. My master says you have a connection with the Dao, and if you keep attending, you will definitely be able to comprehend the Daoist Inheritance. It would be a pity to miss the opportunity."

After another bow, the young Taoist left.

"Have I really caught their attention?"

Chen Sansi's gaze deepened.

He had made inquiries.

In the army, there were hardly any high-level generals who visited Ci Yun Temple.

On the one hand, it was because the men in the forces, like him, didn't believe in these things.

On the other hand, the Governor didn't like it, and his subordinates naturally followed suit, so not many people visited.

'Does the master know the ins and outs of this?'

'If he knows, why hasn't he dealt with it...'

Small achievement in Hua Jin!

If Chen Sansi remembered correctly, Qiu Mingzi was just someone with a small achievement in Hua Jin, and on him, Chen Sansi hadn't detected the Qingxuan Energy or Purple Energy, but with the mysterious incense involved, who knew if he had any life-saving cards up his sleeve.

He could only take it one step at a time. If they were truly insistent, he might have to take a risk.

The urgent matter at hand was to break through to Hua Jin and concurrently practice the Sword Qi Skill.

"The master has returned~"

Si Qinmohua were both waiting at the entrance.

Mohua led the White Swan Horse inside while Si Qin whispered, "Master, the madam is angry."

"Because of the Red Sleeve Tower?"

"Yes, yes."

Si Qin nodded vigorously, "When I went to the market today and passed by the tea house, the entire street was abuzz with the news. They say that the Supervisor's disciple, the General of Martial Virtue, famous throughout the land, visited the brothel and left without paying, and the Oiran had people searching the streets for you."

"No worries, I'll just explain."

Chen Sansi pushed open the door to the bedroom.

He saw Sister Lan, as usual, sitting at the table, her slender jade fingers deftly moving with the embroidery needle, showing no outward signs of anger.

The more she seemed calm, the more guilty he felt and didn't know how to start the conversation.

"Brother Shi is back."

In the end, it was Gu Xinlan who broke the silence.

"Yes."

Chen Sansi sat down opposite her and brought out several boxes, "On the way back, I picked out a few pieces of jewelry for you. See if you like them. If not, I'll exchange them for new ones."