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

Unlike the last departure, with its massive tens of thousands of soldiers and over a hundred thousand family members seeing them off, this time, only a few dozen people came to send them off.


Included among them was Martial Saint Shao Yujing, who had raised Lu Shuhua like his own father.


Shao Yujing's face looked grim, "Recently more young martial artists have died in the city. Although you've enlisted, you are still part of our sect, and I'm quite worried about you. It might be better to accompany Mr. Chen on his journey for some experience."


Lu Shuhua bowed, "Take good care of yourself."


Wen Zhi suddenly appeared, looking at the young general with a cold voice, "Fine, you'd better die on the battlefield; otherwise, with your current progress, it won't take you many years to reach Martial Saint, and I will have to kill you!"


"Then I'll try my best to come back and give Master Wen that opportunity,"


Chapter 154: In October in Liangzhou, the Dragon Temple was burned down by the Tongtian River in the southeast_4