My Cultivation Starting from Archery Chapter 1123 - 371: Stars Fall and the Autumn Wind at Wuzhan

As he spoke, he truly made a Heavenly Dao oath.

For a mont, even the blue bird was dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

"Your Majesty!"

Wang Jun took out another storage bag and stuffed it into the Chief Eunuch’s hand: "Inside are so extrely rare Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures seedlings. I trust Your Majesty will find them useful, and I hope you’ll graciously accept them!

"I shall no longer intrude, farewell!"

Saying this, he didn’t even give the eunuch a chance to return the items before using an Escape Technique to vanish.

"..."

Chen Sansi watched the direction of his departure, admiring the man’s character in his heart.

Such determination in seeking the way; he is destined to achieve greatness in the future.

Yet, given the sincerity of his apology and oath, it seems he truly has no reason to take action against him in front of so many people.

Let it be.

He had many troubles to deal with, the Holy Sect, Cao Xie, compared to them, Wang Jun was not exactly a life-and-death enemy, so he might as well set it aside for now.

"You brat, where have you been?!"

Chen Sansi was about to leave the place when a drunk voice called out from behind. Turning back, it was Mu Chutai.

"Master."

He asked, "Is there anything you need from ?"

"You’re such a fool! If you were any slower, the dishes would be cold!"

Lord Taishan dragged him aside, pointing southeast: "More than half of the cultivators in Guangren Dao have already gone to Yufang Mountain!"

"I know."

Chen Sansi calculated that the Secret Realm would open tonight: "But, Master, how did you know I was going to the Extre North?"

"..."

Lord Taishan belched and said, "Nonsense, you’re about to temper your Golden Body, you won’t find Spiritual Objects unless you go to the Secret Realm, can you expect them to grow from the ground?"

"I understand, Master."

Chen Sansi said, "I will go imdiately."

"That..."

Mu Chutai added, "Watch over your senior sister, you know?"

"Rest assured, Master, I will look after my senior sister."

Chen Sansi decided not to waste any more ti.

But there’s still a problem ahead, where is the entrance to the Secret Realm?

Old Xu said he could find it, but there’s been no sign until now.

Chen Sansi looked towards the Pri Minister’s camp but decided not to wait any longer, leaving the blue bird to await orders while he headed straight for Yufang Mountain.

He could only go and see if other cultivators had found a way to the Secret Realm.

It would be impossible for him to monopolize it, so why not take advantage of others?

...

Inside the sealed camp, a gale suddenly arose.

Seventy-seven and forty-nine eternal lights flickered incessantly, and Xu Wencai, dressed in a Taoist robe, sat in the central place, his robe billowing, hair and beard dancing wildly, yet unmoving.

In his hand, a compass moved of its own accord, faster and faster, until it surpassed its limit, and with a cracking sound, shattered into countless pieces scattered all over the ground, extinguishing the candles in a swathe.

"Thud—"

Xu Wencai subsequently collapsed to the ground.

"Sir?!"

Qi Cheng, who had been waiting outside, seeing that seventy-seven and forty-nine days had passed, quickly rushed inside: "Sir, are you alright? Co here, quickly co here..."

"Cough cough cough..."

A weak coughing sound echoed as Xu Wencai struggled to raise his arm, signaling not to make a fuss.

"Sir!"

Qi Cheng carefully helped the Pri Minister up, and the already old man’s face turned paler in just a few breaths, appearing to age another twenty years, with hands that swiftly withered, like dry wood.

"Sir, what happened to you?!"

He looked at the ss on the ground, gradually forming a guess: "Is it the backlash from peering into the Heavenly chanism?"

"It’s not serious..."

Xu Wencai gasped intermittently: "I am but a mortal, over eighty years old, with not many years left. To capture a shred of the Heavenly chanism is indeed a Divine Skill."

"So..."

Qi Cheng asked, "Did you find the entrance to the Secret Realm, sir?"

Xu Wencai nodded: "I’ll recite, and you write."

"Right away, right away."

Due to his emotional upheaval, Qi Cheng’s voice was slightly trembling as he hastily dug up brush and ink from the corner to record the thod of entering the Secret Realm.

"Sir, how is our Great Han’s National Fortune? Earlier you ntioned Your Majesty is in danger, have you found a way to resolve it?"

Xu Wencai painstakingly revealed the solution.

Qi Cheng recorded everything.

Looking at the brief words, he couldn’t help but ask: "Where and when will these prophecies occur, and when should the thod for resolving crises be used?"

Xu Wencai rely shook his head.

Leaning against the table, his gaze sowhat cloudy: "Peering into the Heavenly chanism, how difficult it is? To find a vague direction is extrely challenging. Whether or not danger can be averted ultimately depends on Your Majesty himself..."

"Alright, I understand, I will personally deliver this to Your Majesty later, but first, let’s get the Imperial Physician for the sir."

Qi Cheng said urgently: "Recently, Your Majesty has gathered so special treasure dicines from the Cultivation World, which mortals can consu. It’s said among them is four-thousand-year-old ginseng, no matter how serious the illness, the Innate Qi in the ginseng can save lives!"

"It’s useless."

Xu Wencai firmly grasped the corner of his disciple’s robe: "When I was young, I traveled the world and left many chronic illnesses, my lifespan was already limited. The fact that I’ve lived this long is thanks to the various treasure dicines painstakingly collected by Your Majesty.

"And... furthermore, peering into the Heavenly chanism directly takes away my lifespan, how can a few dicines restore it?

"I’ve lived over eighty years, which is already considered a long life, no need to make much ado."

Inside the camp, silence fell.

For the first ti in his life, Qi Cheng experienced what it truly ant to be at a loss.

In contrast, the Great Han Pri Minister, Mr. Wo Long, Xu Wencai, was calm, albeit hoarse: "Little Chengzi, can you pull open the tent flap so that the old man can have one last look at this world?"