My Cultivation Starting from Archery-Chapter 843 - 252 Breakthrough Middle Stage_3

Chen Sansi knew.

Ever since the uprising in Liangzhou, his senior brother’s health had not been good, which is why he did not participate in the subsequent battles. After Chibi, he came from Youlan Prefecture to this area to manage affairs.

Speaking of it, since they parted ways in Liangzhou, they had only met once in Youlan Prefecture in the past two to three years.

Zhang Shun led the way.

Chen Sansi soon arrived at the government office.

Before entering, he heard the sound of a melancholy flute in the courtyard.

Fang Qingyun, draped in a green mountain gown, was sitting in a wheelchair, playing a somewhat sorrowful tune. His white robe crossed the threshold just as the melody ended.

"Junior brother, cough cough cough..."

He had just started speaking when he began coughing violently.

"..."

Chen Sansi said with some worry, "Senior brother, after this battle is over, I will head to the Sky Water Continent to look around. The Cultivation World is full of wonders, surely there is a Spirit Pill that can cure your old ailments."

"Wood revived is a task only true Immortals can manage."

Fang Qingyun, panting, raised his hand and said, "Could it be reached by a Qi Refinement Cultivator like you?"

"Well, one can’t be too sure."

Chen Sansi said resolutely, "It’s worth a try."

"Let’s not talk about this."

Once calmed, Fang Qingyun reached into his sleeve and took out a slip of paper: "In recent days, some cultivators from Yunding Palace have arrived. They wish to participate in the battle, on the condition of gaining control over the Mang Mountain Ancestor Vein. On your behalf, I made the decision to refuse them.

"Those people were displeased, but perhaps considering your wife’s sister, they didn’t say much. Instead, they left a piece of crucial information.

"The content is regarding Guiyuan Sect, and it’s very bad news for us."

"Guiyuan Sect?"

Chen Sansi received the slip, and after reading the contents, his gaze became increasingly profound: "As expected, clever calculation."

"Hehe~"

Fang Qingyun chuckled awkwardly and said, "Indeed, mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the yellow sparrow behind. Junior brother, what do you plan to do?"

"Do what must be done."

Chen Sansi took a deep breath: "At least until the battle ends, Guiyuan Sect remains our most faithful ally."

"Junior brother."

Fang Qingyun changed his tone and asked, "What are the odds of winning?"

"No matter the odds."

Chen Sansi said with determination, "We must only win."

"And after the victory?"

Fang Qingyun asked, "If the battle at Fei River is truly won, and everyone survives, what do you plan to do afterwards?"

"Naturally, one must plan long-term."

"If one dies, then there’s no need to think so much."

"So, only winning should be considered."

Chen Sansi answered without hesitation: "If Fei River is won and the world is at peace, I can fully devote myself to Martial Arts and the Immortal Path."

"Is it truly peaceful?"

Fang Qingyun slightly narrowed his eyes and questioned, "Will this world still bear the surname Cao?"

Upon hearing these words.

Chen Sansi’s pupils trembled.

He suddenly realized something.

If he died in battle at Fei River, there would naturally be no aftermath.

But if Fei River is won, in this land of Eastern Continent, regardless of his cultivation or the combat prowess of his troops, he has already become...

The number one under heaven!

Inadvertently.

He had risen from a tiger-hunting mountain man in Yanbian Village, Po Yang County, to the pinnacle of this world step by step.

If he truly desired.

The great position yearned by people under heaven, he might as well contend for it.

Yet his heart was not set on it.

"Looking at the history, from ancient times to present, how many heroes and extraordinary figures have bent their backs for the great position, but I will not."

Chen Sansi paused: "Senior brother, maintaining peace under heaven does not necessarily require wearing a yellow robe; the same is in wearing coarse clothing."

If there were no Martial Arts or Immortal Law in the world, some things indeed would need power to accomplish.

Yet precisely.

This world’s power can be exerted on the individual.

As long as he maintains the absolute peak level of cultivation, if he says not to plant the Spiritual Grain, then it cannot be planted; if he says peace, then it can be peace.

"Moreover..."

Chen Sansi added, "Senior brother, don’t forget Guiyuan Sect, the ’Yellow Sparrow’ behind. Now is not the time to consider the future."

"Indeed, there’s another ’Yellow Sparrow’."

After a moment of reflection, Fang Qingyun seemed to make a certain decision, his eyes suddenly becoming sharp and said softly, "Suppose, senior brother helps you drive away the ’Yellow Sparrow,’ what then?"

"Drive away the ’Yellow Sparrow’?"

Chen Sansi jokingly said, "If senior brother can truly drive away the Yellow Sparrow, then you’d be the first cultivator in Tiannan."

"Interesting phrasing."

Fang Qingyun suddenly laughed twice.

"Thank you for your concern today, senior brother, once I return to Fei River, I will certainly be more cautious."

Chen Sansi spoke as he prepared to take his leave.

"Wait."

Fang Qingyun called out to him: "Junior brother, take me along."

Chen Sansi hesitated somewhat.

"What?"

Fang Qingyun said angrily, "You think I’m useless? Rest assured, I won’t hold you back."

"Junior brother definitely doesn’t mean that."

Chen Sansi explained, "I am concerned about senior brother’s health."

"Are you really planning for me to sit in a wheelchair and fight the enemy?"

Fang Qingyun said, "If not, then what’s the problem?"

"Alright."

Chen Sansi didn’t refuse anymore: "Senior brother can accompany me."

After half a day of preparation.

The next day at the hour of Mao.

Sima Yao and Dan Qunyu led twenty thousand troops via waterway, heading towards Fei River as quickly as possible.

Meanwhile, Chen Sansi calculated the journey and temporarily stayed at Chibi, relentlessly cultivating the "Dragon Scripture," and without realizing it, eight entire days had passed.

During these eight days.

He neither ate nor drank, did not sleep nor rest, his eyes filled only with spear glints and flames, while inside him the Jing Shen drove True Power to its limits.

On the tenth day.

Finally reaching...

The brink of breakthrough!

In the courtyard.

By the stream.

A Spiritual Pearl floated in midair, constantly emanating Spiritual Energy, seemingly merging with the morning dew, and then pulled by a mystical force, forming a white vortex within the fog so thick that you couldn’t see your hand.

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