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

The eunuch said, "Daoist, you must have seen what was written on the stele just now. In the case next to it lies the Seeking Immortality.


Just as he eagerly headed toward the stone platform.


Mystical energy, transparent and bright, burst forth from the Dragon Abyss Sword into the air, scattering and landing on the sculptures of Cao Xie.


Chen Sansi reacted swiftly and backpedaled rapidly to the stone gate.


Starting with the horseman boy, the sculptures... came to life!


They were wrapped in powerful auras, their gazes uniformly fixed on the eunuch.


The eunuch also sensed something was amiss; he hadn't completely lost his reason over the chance at immortality and, gritting his teeth, flitted away like a dragonfly skimming water, but he was still half a step too slow.


In the corridor, the horseman boy caught up with him and threw a punch.


Chapter 170: Meeting the Holy, Slaying the Dragon, Assassination_4