My Cultivation Starting from Archery

"..."

It was only after confirming the other party had gone far that Chen Sansi finally felt a sense of relief, leaning heavily against the tree trunk, his long robe already soaked, and the remnants of Sword Qi from the Dragon Abyss still raging inside him, pushing him to his limits in every aspect.

Fortunately, he had been on guard all along.

He picked up the Imperial Jade Seal, flipped it over by its five dragon cross-knob, and looked at the eight large characters engraved on the bottom.

Endowed by Heaven, and long enduring it shall be!

This Jade Seal...

Under no circumstances can it fall into the hands of others.

Because it can resist the Heaven and Earth Seal.

If a cultivator from the Sky Water Continent obtains it, High Realm cultivators would then be free to enter and leave the Eastern Continent, which would mean everything was in vain.

Cao Kai is dead.

The Great Sheng Dynasty's Jiang Mountain will likely be pacified within a year, but many subsequent matters still require long-term planning.

Chen Sansi, bracing against his internal injuries, rose into the air, heading towards Yanbian Village.

Before Longqing's death.

The Guiyuan Sect will not harm him, as they are still considered allies.

This is also the Guiyuan Sect's overt scheme.

Either he or Longqing must die before they are willing to act.

Earlier...

There was no actual 'Prohibition' tactic; the things left by Mr. Mei, to this day, Chen Sansi still does not know how to use.

But the items are real, and that is enough.

This was also the best choice Chen Sansi could make based on the intelligence provided by the Yunding Palace; even the concealment of heavenly secrets has its limits.

As long as it could make the opponent apprehensive, they would certainly not dare to act at the risk of death and path extinction.

The great battle is over.

But there are still many matters that need to be dealt with afterward.

The cultivators' combat has also ended, and the Shengyun Sect's cultivators have been completely annihilated.

The eunuch Huang Hong was killed in battle, Prince Qi was captured alive, and only the heavily injured Prince Qin was still fleeing around, with everyone searching everywhere.

"Hey!"

"Look quickly!"

"The one flying in the sky, is that Little Stone?!"

"It really seems to be!"

"..."

The villagers looked up at the Heavenly Dome, seeing a familiar figure.

"Is that person Chen Sansi?!"

"..."

Back then, ten days after Yunzhou.

The refugees fleeing from Po Yang returned to their homeland one after another, and some wandering people from other places came to settle down nearby.

Throughout the An Ding Prefecture, the most famous place now is Po Yang County.

Because everyone knows that six years ago, a hunter from the mountains here became the now world-renowned Beiliang King.

The only Aliased King since the establishment of the Great Sheng Dynasty, commanding under his leadership twenty thousand Beiliang Iron Cavalry, sworn brothers with the Cao Family of the Imperial Family, reaching the pinnacle of power among ministers, and even building an ancestral temple beside the Temple!

When in history has a remote place like Po Yang produced such a figure?

So much so that in recent years.

Everyone in Po Yang takes pride in the hunter profession, with young people vying to practice archery, enlist in the military, and some even packing their bags, journeying alone to Beiliang to join the army, almost becoming characters out of stories and folk tales.

No one would have thought they could still see the true figure of the White Robe with their own eyes.

"Hey, Little Stone, look how clumsy you are!"

Under a big tree, a middle-aged man with an ugly face shouted up to the sky.

Chen Sansi landed beside him and said, "Uncle Lai Zi, do you know where Prince Qin is?"

"Sure do."

Zhang Lai pointed ahead not far away: "Isn't he the one tall and strong, wearing a python robe? He ran to hide in the cellar of Old Man Li's house!"

"Good, thank you, Uncle Lai Zi."

Chen Sansi cupped his fists, then rose into the air again.

"Hey, leaving already?! Not even arranging a position for your uncle to hold office!"

Zhang Lai craned his neck to look around.

"Lai Zi, do you know Prince Chen?!"

Some displaced people newly settled in Po Yang were quite amazed.

"Nonsense!"

Zhang Lai patted his chest and said, "Back then, I went to the battlefield with Little Stone, and many of his strategies were planned by me. Every day he still has to call me uncle, huh?!"

"Lai Zi, you're just boasting!"

Immediately, an old villager from Yanbian Village exposed him.

The villagers jeered all around.

On the other side.

Following Zhang Lai's guidance, Chen Sansi found the destination and, after opening the cellar lid, a sword glow immediately flashed to stab at his Heavenly Spirit, which he caught easily with one hand, effortlessly breaking the blade.

"Chen the Hunter!"

Prince Qin, disheveled, roared with bloodshot eyes, charging forward: "I'll fight you to the death!"

Without a word, Chen Sansi ended his life with a punch.

With Prince Qin's death, Yanbian Village was as good as cleaned up.

He did not linger any longer and didn't go to rendezvous with the Guiyuan Sect people but flew straight to Yu State to find the Beiliang Army, intending to deal with the remaining troops.

On March 18th, the first year of Orthodox Anno Domini, the Battle of Fei River came to an end, and the troops under Orthodox and the Beiliang Army began moving south and eastward and sweeping westward. In less than two months, the Great Sheng was pacified.

Upon learning that even Emperor Longqing was executed, Dongqing, Nan Xu, and even West Qi avoided the White Robe with a reverential awe, and no one dared to act recklessly anymore. Even sects like the Spirit Silence Cave had people gradually withdraw, preparing to report back to the Sky Water Continent and waiting for further decisions.

By the end of May, the Guiyuan Sect began their beheading operations against Dongqing, Nan Xu, and West Qi, and with the loss of cultivators' protection, the emperors of the three countries died one after another, with the prince of West Qi offering a scroll pledging allegiance, and the other two nations on the brink of collapse.

In June, the Beiliang Army sweeps across ten states, stabilizing the world situation.

By the end of June, the Orthodox Emperor, along with civil and military officials, moved into Capital Chang'an and, after ancestral worship at the Temple, officially moved into the Great Ming Palace to reside, while the Beiliang Army continued to clear the Northern regions.

From then on, with the Fei River Basin as the dividing line, the North was under the actual control of Beiliang, while the South was controlled by the court.