My Cultivation Starting from Archery Chapter 389 - 170: Meeting the Emperor, Slaying the Dragon,

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"Don’t worry about that."

Chen Sansi said, "Give it to your Fourth Senior Brother to check. If there’s no problem, you should be able to resu practicing Martial Arts."

"I..."

Overco with excitent, Wang Zhi beca sowhat incoherent, "Old, Old Four, is it true?"

"How would I know."

Fang Qingyun spread his hands, "You’re really lucky, kid."

"If it’s true, I only need one year, no, maybe not even a year!"

Wang Zhi clutched the porcelain bottle tightly, "I could return to Great Success in the Xuanxiang Realm!"

"That quick?" Chen Sansi asked, curious.

"Of course."

Wang Zhi said, "The Cultivation Techniques I’ve practiced are already etched in my mind, it’s just my ridians and organs that have been holding back. If I can really heal, I could ascend a realm each month!"

"Old Six."

Fang Qingyun said earnestly, "After you recover your strength, don’t make a fuss about it."

"Why?"

Wang Zhi didn’t understand, "I’ve been holding back for so many years, now I should unleash destruction everywhere!"

"The reinforcent is coming to an end."

Fang Qingyun looked him in the eye, "Once we return to Liangzhou from Lingzhou, we’ll have to face the new adjustnts in the Northern Territory, understand?"

"This..."

Wang Zhi nodded, "I get what you an now."

"Besides, our Eldest Senior Brother was also one of the key contributors in the battle at Ming State. He’s on his way here, and when the ti cos, don’t forget to go and et him. After all, he’s our Eldest Senior Brother."

Fang Qingyun pushed the wheel with his hand, "Alright, everyone rest up early. Tomorrow morning, all of the civil and military officers need to be at the assembly in the Yangxin Palace. Don’t be late."

Attending the imperial court.

It was actually Chen Sansi’s first ti.

Even his official robe had been freshly delivered by a clerk a few days ago.

He wasn’t very interested in his heart; without anything better to do, who would willingly go kowtow to soone?

Tomorrow at court, there was likely to be a good show to watch.

It’s just unclear how Prince Qin and Prince Qi are planning to impeach the Crown Prince.

Just relying on petitions and a few words, the chances of bringing down the Crown Prince, who had been Supervisor for forty years, seed unlikely. They must have so explosive material, as to what that was, who knew.

Night.

Chen Sansi was practicing in the courtyard.

To improve his spells, he could not neglect his progress in the Martial Arts Realm.

After all, as it seed now, even when facing an ordinary Cultivator, a Martial Saint would still have a fighting chance.

[Cultivation Technique: National Guardian Dragon Spear, ridian Passage (small achievent)]

[Progress: 1650/2000]

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The next day.

He woke up early, managing to get his official robe on only after expended trendous effort.

Chen Sansi was now appointed as the Standard Third-Rank General Huai Yuan, wearing a crimson official robe embroidered with a tiger patch, officially joining the ranks of nobility and officials.

On Fang Qingyun’s robe, an emblem commonly used for first and second ranks—a lion—was embroidered, and it looked slightly mismatched with his deanor.

At the base of Ziwei Mountain.

All the officials had already arrived early.

Today, the Emperor would ascend the mountain by foot, retracing the path of the ascension ceremony.

On such an important day, naturally no one dared to be late.

"Mr. Chen!"

"Mr. Fang!"

"An honor to et you!"

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"Three thousand defeating one hundred thousand, an unprecedented event!"

"Just between us, I’ve heard that General Fang will be ennobled after the Fengshan ceremony."

"..."

Before the court session officially began.

The officials took the opportunity to network with one another.

"Mr. Chen!"

A civil servant in a scarlet robe approached: "Do you recognize ?"

"This gentleman..."

Chen Sansi replied courteously: "Who might you be?"

"I am Tang Ran, currently serving as the Minister of Rites at the court."

The official spoke politely: "Mr. Chen, thank you for taking care of my son during Selected Point. If there’s anything in court I can assist you with in the future, please feel free to ask."

"So you are Brother Tang’s father."

Chen Sansi inquired: "Hasn’t Brother Tang co?"

"No."

Tang Ran said: "He..."

"The Emperor arrives——"

"Boom——"

Accompanied by a sharp and clear shout.

The Emperor, whom hundreds had been waiting for, finally ca into sight.

This was also Chen Sansi’s first ti seeing the Emperor, who felt very familiar yet was soone he actually had not t face to face.

The ninety-eight-year-old, with streaks of black hair faintly erging among his silver locks, did not wear his Dragon Robe for such a formal occasion; instead, he donned a black and white Taoist robe, with a horsetail whisk draped over his arm. He walked briskly, and behind him, the Crown Prince was using a cane and panting as he tried to keep up. Following farther behind were Prince Qin, Prince Qi, and several other princes.

"This..."

"What is this decorum."

"How can he wear a Taoist robe."

"The esteed Emperor..."

"..."

Officials murmured among themselves, especially those from the Ministry of Rites. Tang Ran almost rushed forward but was firmly held back by two other court friends.

"We, your officials, pay homage to Your Majesty!"

Over a hundred officials kneeled in unison, chanting loudly:

"May the Emperor live for ten thousand years, ten thousand years, ten thousand, ten thousand years——"

Emperor Longqing walked past everyone without acknowledgnt.

The eunuchs from the Ritual Supervision hurriedly beckoned everyone to follow.

"The Emperor is in high spirits!"

"He plans to ascend the mountain and enjoy the view before holding court!"

"Follow! Quickly!"

"..."

Yangxin Palace was situated halfway up the mountain, just over an hour’s walk away.

But because the summit grew steeper, it would take at least half a day’s effort; yet when the Emperor was pleased, no one dared to raise objections.

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The civil and military officials accompanied him, climbing the mountain for a full three hours.

The military officers strolled with ease.

But so civil servants, who truly had never practiced Martial Arts and the elderly ones, were put through a severe ordeal. The Crown Prince seed on the verge of fainting several tis but gritted his teeth and persevered until the end.

Finally.

Around midday.

They reached the mountaintop.

Emperor Longqing stopped in front of the mountain cliff, gazing at the towering peaks that reached into the clouds, stretching out his arms to feel the grandeur of the landscape, and remained silent for a long ti.

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