My Cultivation Starting from Archery

Bai Xifeng sneered coldly, "Then let's see just how capable you all really are."

"Desire for death? Then I can only fulfill your wish. Attack!"

First, four cultivators attacked together.

Among them, three were at Mid-stage Foundation Establishment, and one was at the late stage of Foundation Establishment.

The elderly man with a single arm held a willow branch in his left hand, waving it like a Divine Dragon's tail, imbued with overwhelmingly sharp Sword Qi. Even as he faced four opponents, there was no sign of defeat in the short term.

During the battle, he deliberately caused a great commotion, clearly wanting to attract others' attention to the ruckus.

The demon cultivators attacking him could not be exposed to the light, and if discovered by the acclaimed sects within the restricted area, it would bring greater trouble.

After five or six rounds without achieving their aim, two more late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators hidden in the shadows could no longer hold back and joined the fray, seizing the opportunity.

They too were disguised, wearing masks made from special materials to hide their identities, but in truth...

It was of no use!

Because their Lifebound Magical Artifacts and Spiritual Pets were far too conspicuous.

One controlled a golden blade over a yard long, while the other rode a Spirit Beast Zouwu of the Profound Body realm, wielding an Azure Dragon Crescent Blade emitting a glow of purple and gold.

They were unmistakably the City Lord of Ronghua City, Jiang Shang, and the Eighth Prince Zhao Xun of Song Dynasty's Beiyang Province.

They attacked the elderly man with a single arm fiercely, one from the left and one from the right.

Already struggling, Bai Xifeng suddenly found himself facing two more opponents of the same realm, and despite his formidable Martial Arts prowess, he had some difficulty holding them off.

"Old fool, face your death!!!"

The Eighth Prince Zhao Xun descended from above on his mount, the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade seemingly descending from beyond the heavens.

Bai Xifeng, overwhelmed, hastily used a talisman to unfold a defensive barrier behind him.

"Boom——"

The Azure Dragon Crescent Blade crashed down.

The defensive barrier shattered into countless pieces, and Bai Xifeng spewed out a mouthful of fresh blood before losing balance and being hurled into the waters of Night Spring Pond, sending up waves over a yard high.

"Cough cough cough..."

Sopping wet, the one-armed old man staggered up from the edge of the pond, looked at the crowd surrounding him once more, and said scoffingly, "Zhao Lao Ba, Jiang Shang, you indeed collude with the Seven Kill Sect, aren't you afraid the Upper Sect will find out?"

"My Song Dynasty's court needs to explain to no one about who we ally with!"

Zhao Xun, holding his long blade, squinted and said, "Last chance, hand over the item, and we can both be happy, avoiding a fight to the death."

"Zhao Lao Ba."

The one-armed old man, after catching his breath slightly, straightened up, his voice turning sharply menacing: "Have you ever thought, why would I come here alone, knowing it was you who deliberately spread the news?"

"What did you say?"

Zhao Xun's heart tightened inexplicably, and the Zouwu beneath him seemed to sense danger, becoming restless and uneasy.

"Beware!"

"..."

The demon cultivator leader shouted loudly.

Behold.

The one-armed old man tossed aside the now tattered willow branch and reached towards the storage bag at his waist.

In an instant, a storm surged wildly!

Dark Power burst forth from the Bai Family Ancestor at the center, uprooting the vegetation along with the pond water and hurling it violently in all directions.

Upon closer inspection, it was a three-foot-long brown wooden sword with hardly any traces of refining, its simplicity resembling a toy in the hands of a village child, yet it contained an extremely terrifying power, detectable even from dozens of paces away.

"Ten Thousand Year Divine Willow?!"

Cao Dongjun, the Hall Master of the Seven Kill Sect, with keen eyes, recognized it, and astonishment crept across his face beneath the mask.

The Divine Willow.

It's an exceptional material of wind and thunder attributes, not only incredibly powerful when forged into a Magic Artifact, but also capable of harming Divine Sense!

Anything that can target Divine Sense is always a rare commodity.

The Divine Willow is no exception.

With just five hundred years, it can be used to craft a Second-tier Mid-grade Magic Device, a thousand years for Second-tier top-grade, and beyond three thousand years it can create a Lower Grade Magical Treasure for Core Formation cultivators. If it's over ten thousand years, even a Magical Treasure made from it would make even Core Formation cultivators retreat!

And at this moment, the wooden sword Bai Xifeng took out was made from the Divine Willow!

"Well then!"

Zhao Xun's eyes shone brightly under his mask, "Is this something nurtured by the Ancient Treasure? Bai Xifeng, does the Bai Family really have to squander such a thing, do you know what 'virtue unworthy of the thing' means?!"

"Well said."

Bai Xifeng, hair and beard flying, wielded the Thunderbolt Sword made from the Divine Willow and floated into the air, speaking word by word, voice like thunder: "I too recently realized this issue. So I've prepared to offer it to someone, but unfortunately, it's not you!"

"You wish!!!"

The Eighth Prince roared with blood-red eyes, "Don't be afraid, everyone, even with the Ten Thousand Year Divine Willow, with his crippled body and realm, it's impossible for him to harness the true power of the Magical Treasure, at most he can only rely on the inherent power of the Divine Willow to attack!"

No matter what Magical Treasure, it requires someone to wield it to exert the true power.

It does not mean that an ancient relic in the hands of a three-year-old child allows the child to battle an Immortal, it similarly requires a cultivator with the corresponding realm to wield it.

But likewise, even a three-year-old child wielding a piece of scrap metal and a divine weapon cannot be compared in terms of destructive power.