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

A martial artist of the Profound Image Realm, although not even close to a Martial Saint, had long transcended humanity.


Every clash between the two emitted deafening roars. On the wilderness where rain had just fallen, the wet earth exploded into the air with chunks of turf under the strangulation of Gang Qi.


The mountain-opening giant axe and the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade in Peng Yunheng's hands were locked, engaged in a pure contest of Gang Qi, "The southeast of the Central Plains praise you for your absolute loyalty, yet you willingly serve an inexperienced youth just to save your own life? It seems you're nothing but a fame-seeking coward who fears death!"


No matter how one put it, he was already branded as a traitor and defector.


Chapter 165: Three Thousand, Breaking One Hundred Thousand!