Soy milk, fried dough sticks, hot dry noodles

Chen Sansi traveled back to the chaotic end of a dynasty, thankfully with the hardworking system by his side.
He originally wanted to hunt to earn money and someday go to the Martial Arts Hall to learn some basic fist and foot techniques, aspiring just to be an ordinary rich man.
Yet, fate had other plans. With officials imposing heavy taxes and the Martial Arts Hall bullying the citizens, he had no choice but to enlist in the army to survive, becoming an archer.
From "archery (entry-level)," he worked tirelessly up to "operating a ten thousand weight bow, where arrows cannot be dodged," taking the heads of enemy generals from a hundred miles away!
From "basic soldier's spear technique," he worked tirelessly up to "National Guardian Dragon Spear, growing more valiant with each battle," standing firm with a spear on horseback, alone turning back the Enemy Army of a million!
Years later, Chen Sansi, having campaigned in the south and battled in the north, was truly invincible under the heavens, commanding two hundred thousand of the Iron Cavalry.
Watching his subordinates forcibly ascend him to the throne and become emperor, he felt quite helpless: 'You... you have really caused me trouble!'


My Cultivation Starting from Archery

Chen Sansi's "Track Concealment" was fully activated, with no trace escaping his notice.


If he wished, within ten minutes he could be carrying a goat down the mountain to his home.


But a wild goat of around one hundred pounds could only sell for two pieces of silver.


That might have been fine before, but now it was too little.


His target was a tiger, or at the very least a black bear or a leopard—some kind of fierce beast.


Following Zhao Qiao's suggestion, Chen Sansi headed toward the southwest.


Along the way, he occasionally encountered martial arts academy disciples adorned in brocade robes.


To avoid unnecessary trouble, Chen Sansi wore cloth armor this time up the mountain.


Seeing his armor and heavy bow, the disciples indeed dared not provoke him, and mostly went about their own business after a glance or two.


Chapter 37 Hunting Tigers