My Cultivation Starting from Archery

These three individuals exhibited strong execution and abilities and were fiercely loyal to the court. Among his subordinates, Wang Zhi had finally achieved Meridian Passage. Then there were Zhu Tong, Zhao Kang, Wang Li, and others who had reached Hua Jin. Chen Sansi was very pleased. These people had been using the best medicinal ingredients, and they had finally achieved some success, though it was still not enough... After the formal establishment of Hongze Camp, it was planned to have five sections: front, back, left, right, and center, each with three thousand people, totaling fifteen thousand. It was necessary to have at least five who had reached Meridian Passage. After dealing with the tedious military affairs, Chen Sansi went to the pharmacy to start concocting medicines. During the journey back, he also took the opportunity to practice. By now, he was only the final threshold away from a major breakthrough in his medical skills. "Boom!" He continuously struck the Mystic Iron Furnace, submerged in roaring flames, and with the heavy aid of overlapping forces, his alchemical skill could no longer be described as expert but had reached the peak of perfection. Many doctors needed years just to learn how to properly quench medicine with power. But to Chen Sansi, these things somehow seemed very simple. He got it right from the start, and he improved with every practical operation. At this moment. He could seemingly see through the furnace the toxicity within the medicine soup and was always able to precisely use his power, along with the perfect fire control, to refine it away. "Hum!" After completing his hand technique, a batch of power-quenching nutritional medicine specifically for Hua Jing Warriors was ready. In front of him, the panel emerged again. [Skill: Medical Skill. Mortal (Great Success)] [Progress: 0] [Utility: ..., Mortal Medical Saint] [Mortal Medical Saint: Refining medicine, all residual toxins are eliminated] All residual toxins eliminated! What did that imply? It meant that any medicine Chen Sansi concocted could be consumed as easily as drinking water, indicating that even those with lesser talent could achieve heights they otherwise could not have, through medicated infusion. He looked at his hands, hardly believing it himself, and decided to take a spoon to taste the medicine himself. To say it was completely non-toxic was an exaggeration; there was a slight residue, minor to the extent of being barely noticeable—if one had to quantify it, ninety-nine percent of the toxicity had been refined out with power and blazing flames! Now, as long as one's body could endure and metabolize the potency of the medicine, one could continually consume supplemental medicines without worrying about residual toxins and wasting a lot of time. "Go and call everyone here." "..." Soon. Brothers from Po Yang, those above the Refining Internal stage, gathered in the pharmacy. "Sir, how come there is no residual toxicity in this medicine!" Zhao Kang tasted it again and again. If it weren't for the positive effects the medicinal potency brought, he would have thought he was drinking water! The others reacted similarly. "Keep it quiet," Chen Sansi said calmly, "Just like before, I will personally brew the medicine whenever I have time. I'll buy whatever we're short of, and your only task is to train well. By the end of next year, when we campaign on the grasslands, it will be a tough battle. Without Hua Jin, not to mention achieving merits, it might be very difficult even to survive. Practicing is for your own good." "Sir..." The men looked at each other, each with an indescribable feeling in their hearts. "Sir!" "Brothers, what merits do we have!" "Indeed!" They were not on par with the Black Armor Army or people like Xiao Zheng. They assumed that after this campaign ended, they would become a secondary unit upon returning to Liangzhou. Unexpectedly... Sir had not given up on them! And his alchemy skills were nothing short of miraculous—it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them the work of an Immortal. "You all!" Zhao Kang warned, "Don't spread the word outside and bring trouble to Sir, understand?" "Understood." "..." Actually. Chen Sansi could only try to keep them quiet. If it got out, it wouldn't really matter. Because he believed there were certainly other Mortal Medical Saints in the Imperial Hospital of the Capital City, maybe not many, but definitely one or two. But human resources are limited. One or two Medical Saints wouldn't make much difference. For instance, Chen Sansi. He could at most provide for about ten people; any more than that would be too much for him to handle. Not to mention, he still needed time for his own practice; he couldn't really be a full-time alchemist. "Sir." The soldiers were immensely grateful. "Sir to this extent, Xu Wencai still doesn't appreciate it!" "Exactly!" "What's wrong with following Sir?" "Will he lack any official position in the future?" "I heard he's still fighting; it's best if he dies there!" "..." Because of their convincing act, the brothers now despised this man, viewing him as a traitorous ingrate who betrayed his master for glory. Speaking of which, after Chen Sansi returned to Liangzhou, he received news about Xu Wencai. Two months ago. Xu Wencai had finished dealing with bandits. Now, the court had assigned him a Martial Saint, leading tens of thousands of soldiers to directly attack the mastermind behind the scene—Wei Country. Reportedly, he had successive victories and even ventured deep into enemy lines alone, using strategies like the "empty city strategy" and "Fire Burning Seven Mountains"; these were now widely spread and became a topic of casual conversation. Sometimes, as Chen Sansi looked at these familiar terms, a thought suddenly occurred to him. Could it be... that in this world without Zhuge, Xu Wencai was the true Wo Long of this era? In the Great Thousand World, nothing is too bizarre. Not only that, storytellers even spun their relationship into a dramatic feud, turning them into archenemies, which was highly exaggerated. "..." When Chen Sansi finished his work and left the military camp, it was already late. He thought about it and decided to head straight to the Red Sleeve Tower,