My Cultivation Starting from Archery

Inside the main tent.

After enduring hardships for so long, the war is finally nearing its end.

The Beiliang generals rarely gathered here for a drink, but halfway through, news of today's events in the county town reached them.

"Crack—"

"Why?!"

Some of the more hot-tempered generals flipped the table, and the sound of smashing wine bowls and shattering porcelain jars was incessant.

"For nearly three years!"

"Three years!"

"We've fought our way from Beiliang to the Fei River!"

"Have we ever had a good meal or a good night's sleep?!"

"Now the war is over, and the Cao Family waves us away just like that?!"

"Where in the world is there such an easy outcome!"

"Absolutely right!"

"Today he sends us back to Beiliang, and tomorrow will he start reducing our power?!"

"Back during the ten days in Yunzhou, how many border brothers died?!"

"And at Guan Du! Almost killed the Commander!"

"The guts and heart of the Cao Family members—it's all pitch black!"

"Damn them!"

"I won't agree!"

"I won't agree either!"

"What's up with the Commander?!"

"How can he stand this?"

"..."

"Brother, you're confused!"

Cheng Wei slowly put down the wine bowl in his hand, muttering: "Through the ages, has there ever been a vassal king owning five states who could coexist peacefully with the court? Especially being an Aliased King, even if he calls us brothers, he's still a Chen!"

"Perhaps..."

Ye Fengxiu hugged the sword sheath: "Brother, are you worried about the Guiyuan Sect?"

"I think we should mind nothing!"

Wang Zhi cursed and swore: "With things as they are, we can only advance, not retreat. If we go back to Beiliang, we'll have to fight for the Central Plains all over again! How many brothers will die then?! Isn't that right, Old Fourth?! Hey, where's Old Fourth?!"

"Where's Old Xu?"

"Weren't the two of them here just now?"

"No way!"

"Get them back here!"

"We must clear up this matter today!"

"..."

The silent night is deep, the faint light shimmers, the cold moon sinking.

In a corner of Ba County.

A courtyard pavilion, beneath countless pear blossoms.

"Cough cough cough..."

The intermittent coughing mixed with the sound of chess pieces falling, very distinct in the quiet night.

A green-robed scholar and an old scholar with a feather fan played chess under the trees by moonlight.

"Today's matter."

Fang Qingyun spoke halfway, gasped for a long time, then continued: "What do you think?"

"We can't leave."

Xu Wencai said somewhat worriedly: "If we leave, who knows how the situation will change, as things stand, Beiliang can only move forward and not back.

"Of course, I understand the logic, the Commander surely understands as well.

"Surely, the Commander has his own concerns, if it is about cultivation, I truly lack the ability to ease his worries."

"I know what he's worried about, but even without this event, given his nature, he might not be willing to go to Chang'an. That's what we discussed last time, push him if needed."

Fang Qingyun heavily placed another chess piece: "Mr. Xu, you win."

"Hiss~"

Xu Wencai took a deep breath: "Mr. Fang, the way you play chess is truly risky, almost a life-for-life gamble, barely winning by half a piece, but if I had found out, you'd have lost."

"Winning by half a piece is still winning, right?"

Fang Qingyun ended the chess game, speaking calmly: "This time at Guiyuan Sect, it will be 'the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the yellow sparrow behind', let me chase away the yellow sparrow."

He said, laying out his plan.

"How can this work?!"

Xu Wencai stood up abruptly.

"Calm down, listen to me first."

Fang Qingyun coughed lightly twice: "Now, the brother's martial arts are refined and the troops are ample, but towards achieving great deeds, there are still two deficiencies."

"Indeed."

Xu Wencai picked up the feather fan and lightly swayed it: "Cao Family's Sixth Son, over the past two years, has emulated the Commander to remove the Spiritual Grain, and after ascending, granted amnesty to the world, further touted by the 'Cao' family's golden reputation.

"The Sheng Dynasty, no matter how decadent now, has indeed nurtured talents for three hundred years.

"Added to this time around.

"Cao Sixth Son neither stripped military power nor kept hostages in the Capital City, even leaving the imperial symbols of the Dynasty Seal and Dragon Abyss Sword with the Commander, claiming 'temporary safekeeping.'

"This whole procedure left no grounds for uprising, truly without righteous cause, if forced, whether the world agrees or not aside, how it affects the enigmatic national destiny, is indeed hard to say."

Throughout history, emperors have pursued "legitimacy," seeking the "true acquisition of the nation," certainly with reasons.

Until now.

Xu Wencai finally awakened, why even observing the stars at night, the fall of the old emperor, the new Ziwei emperor from Beiliang, might not sit upon the Five Emperors Constellation, ultimately lacking something metaphysical.

"So..."

Xu Wencai furrowed his brow: "Mr. Fang plans to use one stone to kill two birds? Ensuring a justified uprising and shaping a nation's destiny, while driving away the yellow sparrow, freeing the Commander from concerns?"

He suddenly realized the meaning of the green-robed scholar's final chess match.

The strategist enters the game personally, his move alters destiny by half a piece.

"Impossible!"

Xu Wencai heavily put down the feather fan, squinting his eyes slightly: "This matter, let me, Mr. Xu, handle it! Just a humble Po Yang man and a mortal at that, if my life can create a nation's destiny, it's nothing less than everlasting fame."

"Brother Wencai, are you seeking to do mundane deeds of a mundane person? Cough cough..."

Fang Qingyun tugged at his pale lips: "Fang is close to his end, defeating the Tianshui cultivators with a dying body, isn't it exhilarating? If Brother Wencai mentions this again, I'll assume you're trying to steal credit, let the world think 'Wo Long' surpasses 'Phoenix.'

"..."

Xu Wencai said seriously: "Are you all prepared, sir?"