My Cultivation Starting from Archery

The Longdan Bright Silver Spear pierced into the ancient corpse's dry heart, emitting a dull sound.

Chen Sansi rotated the long staff, the gun blade stirring within the ancient corpse's body, grinding the heart to dust while simultaneously destroying the roots of the Corpse Puppet Demon Vine within.

With the death of the Corpse Puppet Demon Vine, the elder became like a puppet whose strings had been cut, limbs and head drooping powerlessly before toppling straight to the ground, silent forevermore.

At the same time, the utterly exhausted Chen Sansi could no longer support himself, collapsing to his knees with a loud crash, gasping heavily for air.

If not for comprehending a hint of the Martial Arts truth at the critical moment, he would've faced great trouble this time.

Extreme Divine Power!

To put it simply, it means that regardless of what weapon one holds, one is not constrained by the weapon itself but instead grasps the "Dao" within it, truly achieving unity of person and weapon, freely wielding moves that represent the pinnacle of skill.

This time, even if there's no other gain, just the Extreme Divine Power alone makes it worthwhile!

Before this, dealing with mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators took back-and-forth battles for quite some time; after this, his combat power will certainly elevate, making future confrontations significantly easier.

"Clang!"

After resting briefly and regaining some strength, Chen Sansi once again grasped his weapon, charging into another crowd of ancient corpses.

With Martial Arts unfolding, there were no longer any flaws, each move and strike brimming with the essence of Martial Arts.

Moreover, these ancient corpses were far inferior to the elder, making them as easy to handle as slicing melons and vegetables.

In less than the time it takes to burn half a stick of incense, over two hundred ancient corpses were completely dealt with, their bodies piling up into a small mountain beneath his feet.

"..."

After severing the last ancient corpse's head, Chen Sansi slumped to the ground, his body strained beyond limits as pain from tearing meridians, bones, and even flesh erupted, until he lost all sensation and could only lay there slowly recovering.

The female seer's condition was not much better.

The body of someone with Magic Cultivation relies on Spiritual Energy transformation; after cultivation diminishes, the flesh becomes even frailer, unable to withstand high-intensity combat.

The female seer showed little outward reaction, merely gently placing down the Ice Soul Sword, leaning against a stone pillar and sitting cross-legged, quietly meditating.

When the two recovered enough to move, it was already a stick of incense later.

Chen Sansi used his long spear as a crutch, limping toward the elder's remains.

Jiang Xiyue, holding her longsword, had to stop to rest every few steps, moving slowly toward the red lotus in the pool, bending down to carefully pick it.

"Buzz, buzz..."

The elder's chest, beneath his clothing, continued to emit spirit light, like a blue heart pulsating.

As Chen Sansi was about to reach it, with a clatter, a Silver Token fell from the waist of the corpse.

The three words engraved on it were clear to see — Guardian.

Another Guardian.

It seems that the so-called Guardian most likely originates from the "Luoxiao Sect."

Just as Chen Sansi was about to reach out for the Silver Token, a pale blue light surged from it, causing him to swiftly retreat, raising both his weapons.

After hovering mid-air, the blue light gradually condensed into a human figure, looking exactly like the ancient corpse.

Residual Soul!

The elder looked around bewilderedly, eyes filled with ancient memories, like a traveler returning home, finding everything simultaneously familiar and strange.

After surveying his surroundings, his gaze finally fell on the young man before him.

"Rumble——"

The Cave Mansion shook violently without warning, as if the Law was loosening, while simultaneously releasing waves of terrifying pressure from the elder.

This is bad; the Residual Soul is not just an obsession, he also has his own emotions and consciousness!

Most critically, he seems to possess a slight trace of mana.

The elder's large hands descended from above, aiming at the young man's Heavenly Spirit.

Chen Sansi instinctively brandished the Dragon Abyss Sword, the blade piercing through the Residual Soul's visage but only making it wobble slightly, unable to cause any substantial harm, as if striking smoke.

The palms descended upon his head, an icy chill swept over; he wanted to evade but was shocked to find his legs frozen in place.

"Predecessor, please wait!"

Chen Sansi shouted loudly, raising the Guardian's wooden token above him.

Seeing the token, the elder's expression faltered, his hand pausing mid-air, no longer continuing its descent.

"This token."

His ancient, hoarse voice echoed as though from ages past, directly entering the mind: "Is it yours?"

"It is mine."

Chen Sansi, fully mobile, retreated several steps, saying: "Predecessor, I meant no offense, but your body was parasitized by the Corpse Puppet Demon Vine; I had no choice but to destroy it."

"Corpse Puppet Demon Vine..."

The elder looked down, recalling something: "So, did I lose to you?"

"Yes."

Chen Sansi replied humbly: "I barely managed to defeat the remnants of the predecessor's body."

"Though just a carcass, under the parasitism of the high-level Demon Vine, the Martial Arts remained at its peak. It's remarkable for someone so young to defeat me..."

The elder looked impressed, then repeated his earlier question: "Where did the token come from?"

"It's mine."

Chen Sansi gave the same answer.

"Impossible."

The Residual Soul lightly shook its head: "There is no Guardian as young as you."