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

"Should we not inform him? Isn't that a good thing?"


Ran Jingxuan said, with a depth of cunning, "This is the perfect opportunity to start a bidding war with Qing Country as well, asking them if they are willing to hand over Yao State and Lei State to us. Based on the responses from both parties, we can then decide who to ultimately partner with."


Fan Shuzhen praised repeatedly, "This is what you call waiting for a higher offer. Why didn't I think of that? Either way, we stand to gain tremendously."


Ran Jingxuan coldly stated, "If the negotiation with the Sheng people succeeds, we'll simply kill him and present his head as a greeting gift. Otherwise, we will just take off Fang Qingyun's head. No matter the outcome, the initiative remains in our hands."


Fan Shuzhen felt immense relief in his heart.


"I have one hundred thousand strong soldiers!"


Chapter 166: Jiuxiao Heavenly Soldiers Descend to the Mortal World, The Final Battle Outside Hulaoguan_2