My Cultivation Starting from Archery

Wu City.

As the location where West Qi's 300,000-strong army stockpiled their provisions, this place naturally gathered top-notch combatants.

There was one Martial Saint, two Transcendent Warriors, two Late-stage Qi Refining Practitioners, and lastly, an additional warrior of the True Power Realm, Zou Hu.

The true level, above Martial Saint!

Even within the Cultivation World, a warrior of the True Power Realm, upon visiting any sect or family, would be treated as a guest of honor.

It was the hour of 5 a.m. to 7 a.m.

Dawn was breaking.

Martial Saint Mo Xuepeng had risen early from his slumber to patrol the city walls when he saw a female cultivator, seated cross-legged atop a flying sword, brimming with Immortal aura.

She too had just finished her meditation and floated down to land.

"Greetings, Lan Immortal."

Mo Xuepeng saluted with his fists, "Was the Immortal engaged in cultivation just now?"

"There is no Spiritual Energy in the Eastern Continent," said Lan Immortal with a detached tone, "there could be no cultivation, merely silent meditation to rejuvenate the spirit."

"Is that so."

Mo Xuepeng nodded thoughtfully and then said, "Immortal, I wonder about my child..."

"Your child has mediocre qualifications."

Lan Immortal replied coldly, barely deigning to look at him directly, "For my Luoye Valley, he is dispensable."

"So, it all depends on whether the Immortal is willing to help, doesn't it?"

Mo Xuepeng said with a smile, "My child may lack in many aspects, but he has one outstanding trait: filial piety. Should the Immortal be willing to take him as a disciple, my child—no, our whole family will certainly repay the Immortal's kindness in the future!"

Seemingly already inclined, or perhaps just to shut out the nuisance, Lan Immortal finally said with slight impatience, "Fine. After the battle ends, I'll give the boy another chance. Perhaps he can join the Immortal Sect as a servant disciple. But if he doesn't pass the test, don't come bothering me again."

"Very well, very well, thank you, Immortal."

Overjoyed at her words, Mo Xuepeng exclaimed, "The battle will soon end, I've heard that in Mang Mountain, there are 'spiritual beasts' roaming about. I will risk my life if necessary to capture one for the Immortal to try something fresh!"

"Boom—"

In the midst of their conversation,

the whole city suddenly began to tremble.

"What's going on?"

"Could it be an Earth Dragon turning over?"

"..."

The soldiers on the walls, who had been on night duty, started discussing among themselves.

"Whistle—"

Just then,

a Black Hawk flew over.

"It looks like it's from Immortal Master Han."

Mo Xuepeng hurriedly caught it and took the secret letter from the Black Hawk's body. As he read it, his pupils shuddered, "Not good! Immortal Master Han says Chen Sansi is leading his army here and insists that we must protect the provisions. He also says he... he has broken through to the True Power Realm! Above Martial Saint!"

He shouted, "Inform everyone, gather immediately, prepare to meet the enemy!"

The horn sounded.

Soldiers from all over Wu City started to surge onto the walls.

Meanwhile,

the shaking of the city persisted.

The soldiers struggled to understand.

"Could it be the commotion Chen Sansi is causing with his army?!"

"..."

"Impossible!"

Mo Xuepeng bellowed, "Immortal Master Han said, at most, they have only twenty thousand troops. We outnumber them, and Immortal Master Han is already leading a 300,000-strong army straight to Sheng people's Gengyang Prefecture headquarters. All we need to do is to hold Wu City, and soon after, the Sheng's 100,000 troops will be utterly defeated!"

"This is..."

"The decisive battle!"

"After this battle, we, the garrison of Wu City, will be the greatest contributors to Da Qi, with everyone being promoted three ranks!!!"

"Brothers!"

"To meet our enemy—"

Human Martial Saint.

There has never been a coward.

After a brief shock, Mo Xuepeng regained his composure and, while rallying the troops to face the enemy, dispatched messengers to summon the True Power Realm warrior Zou Hu within Wu City. He himself took up a great spear and stood on the city walls, ready for battle.

The tremors of the city continued, and outside Wu City, there was an inclined reverse slope. Tens of thousands of soldiers witnessed firsthand a vast dust storm sweeping in from tens of miles away.

Within the billowing storm, there was an indistinct yellow Earth Dragon. Each of its rolls would make the earth quake and the city walls tremble.

Beneath the dust storm were the densely packed soldiers of the Sheng, bearing the flag of Hongze Camp and one particularly dazzling General's Banner, emblazoned with a golden character "Chen"!

"An Earth Dragon!"

"They can control an Earth Dragon!"

"The Earth Dragon is turning over!"

"..."

The city garrison soldiers of Wu City had never seen such a sight.

"It's the Heavenly Book Array."

Mo Xuepeng quickly made a judgment.

He had heard that those garbed in White Robes had the power to influence Heavenly Phenomenon and the lay of the land, but had not anticipated that, instead of using it during their direct confrontation with the wasteland army, they reserved it for this moment.

The dust roiled forward.

Sand filled the sky.

The armored soldiers of the Sheng.

The edge of their weapons, upon us!

With the enemy drawing closer, and the earth's trembling growing more intense, the West Qi soldiers, though standing solidly within the city, felt as if they were in the midst of a vast ocean, poised to erupt into a grand tsunami. Perched upon a fragile skiff, they swayed on the brink of capsizing at any moment.

"Release the arrows!"

"Roll down the stones and logs!"

"Pour the golden liquid!"

"..."

At a single command, all the city's defense machinery sprang into action.

A deluge of arrows rained down from the sky, disappearing into the rolling dust storm without a trace, making it impossible to see if it hit the enemy. Only the thuds of the catapulted boulders crashing to the ground provided any feedback.

All means of resistance seemed futile, unable to stop the advance of the vast enemy army concealed within the dust storm, attacking the city.

"Roar—"

Four miles away from the city, the sand-born earthen dragon suddenly accelerated, emitting a dragon's cry that rocked the wilds. Then it sped up, its Dragon Head charging straight for the city gates.