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 black-robed monk placed his palms together, "The Princely Heir mentioned that Hero Zhang's incense fire divine power is highly distinguished, I wonder what realm you are currently in, as I have encountered a bottleneck. Could I seek some guidance from you?"


Chen Sansi, with his hand on the hilt of his knife at his waist, glanced sideways, not uttering a word.


The black-robed monk indeed apologized with a smile, "It was improper of me to break the rules, one Daoist to another should not pry, my apologies here."


Chen Sansi snorted coldly and quickly vanished into the night after leaving the great hall.


He naturally knew the other party was testing him.


In such situations, the more you say, the more mistakes you make.


Saying nothing at all was the right choice.


Chapter 172: The Rise of Ziwei, The Sorrow of the Royal Family_2