My Cultivation Starting from Archery Chapter 429 - 177: Encounter with an Immortal3

These three individuals exhibited strong execution and abilities and were fiercely loyal to the court.

Among his subordinates, Wang Zhi had finally achieved ridian Passage.

Then there were Zhu Tong, Zhao Kang, Wang Li, and others who had reached Hua Jin.

Chen Sansi was very pleased.

These people had been using the best dicinal ingredients, and they had finally achieved so success, though it was still not enough...

After the formal establishnt of Hongze Camp, it was planned to have five sections: front, back, left, right, and center, each with three thousand people, totaling fifteen thousand.

It was necessary to have at least five who had reached ridian Passage.

After dealing with the tedious military affairs, Chen Sansi went to the pharmacy to start concocting dicines.

During the journey back, he also took the opportunity to practice.

By now, he was only the final threshold away from a major breakthrough in his dical skills.

"Boom!"

He continuously struck the Mystic Iron Furnace, subrged in roaring flas, and with the heavy aid of overlapping forces, his alchemical skill could no longer be described as expert but had reached the peak of perfection.

Many doctors needed years just to learn how to properly quench dicine with power.

But to Chen Sansi, these things sohow seed very simple.

He got it right from the start, and he improved with every practical operation.

At this mont.

He could seemingly see through the furnace the toxicity within the dicine soup and was always able to precisely use his power, along with the perfect fire control, to refine it away.

"Hum!"

After completing his hand technique, a batch of power-quenching nutritional dicine specifically for Hua Jing Warriors was ready.

In front of him, the panel erged again.

[Skill: dical Skill. Mortal (Great Success)]

[Progress: 0]

[Utility: ..., Mortal dical Saint]

[Mortal dical Saint: Refining dicine, all residual toxins are eliminated]

All residual toxins eliminated!

What did that imply?

It ant that any dicine Chen Sansi concocted could be consud as easily as drinking water, indicating that even those with lesser talent could achieve heights they otherwise could not have, through dicated infusion.

He looked at his hands, hardly believing it himself, and decided to take a spoon to taste the dicine himself.

To say it was completely non-toxic was an exaggeration; there was a slight residue, minor to the extent of being barely noticeable—if one had to quantify it, ninety-nine percent of the toxicity had been refined out with power and blazing flas!

Now, as long as one's body could endure and tabolize the potency of the dicine, one could continually consu supplental dicines without worrying about residual toxins and wasting a lot of ti.

"Go and call everyone here."

"..."

Soon.

Brothers from Po Yang, those above the Refining Internal stage, gathered in the pharmacy.

"Sir, how co there is no residual toxicity in this dicine!" Zhao Kang tasted it again and again.

If it weren't for the positive effects the dicinal potency brought, he would have thought he was drinking water!

The others reacted similarly.

"Keep it quiet," Chen Sansi said calmly, "Just like before, I will personally brew the dicine whenever I have ti. I'll buy whatever we're short of, and your only task is to train well. By the end of next year, when we campaign on the grasslands, it will be a tough battle. Without Hua Jin, not to ntion achieving rits, it might be very difficult even to survive. Practicing is for your own good."

"Sir..."

The n looked at each other, each with an indescribable feeling in their hearts.

"Sir!"

"Brothers, what rits do we have!"

"Indeed!"

They were not on par with the Black Armor Army or people like Xiao Zheng.

They assud that after this campaign ended, they would beco a secondary unit upon returning to Liangzhou.

Unexpectedly...

Sir had not given up on them!

And his alchemy skills were nothing short of miraculous—it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them the work of an Immortal.

"You all!"

Zhao Kang warned, "Don't spread the word outside and bring trouble to Sir, understand?"

"Understood."

"..."

Actually.

Chen Sansi could only try to keep them quiet.

If it got out, it wouldn't really matter.

Because he believed there were certainly other Mortal dical Saints in the Imperial Hospital of the Capital City, maybe not many, but definitely one or two.

But human resources are limited.

One or two dical Saints wouldn't make much difference.

For instance, Chen Sansi.

He could at most provide for about ten people; any more than that would be too much for him to handle.

Not to ntion, he still needed ti for his own practice; he couldn't really be a full-ti alchemist.

"Sir."

The soldiers were imnsely grateful.

"Sir to this extent, Xu Wencai still doesn't appreciate it!"

"Exactly!"

"What's wrong with following Sir?"

"Will he lack any official position in the future?"

"I heard he's still fighting; it's best if he dies there!"

"..."

Because of their convincing act,

the brothers now despised this man, viewing him as a traitorous ingrate who betrayed his master for glory.

Speaking of which,

after Chen Sansi returned to Liangzhou, he received news about Xu Wencai.

Two months ago.

Xu Wencai had finished dealing with bandits.

Now, the court had assigned him a Martial Saint, leading tens of thousands of soldiers to directly attack the mastermind behind the scene—Wei Country. Reportedly, he had successive victories and even ventured deep into enemy lines alone, using strategies like the "empty city strategy" and "Fire Burning Seven Mountains"; these were now widely spread and beca a topic of casual conversation.

Sotis,

as Chen Sansi looked at these familiar terms, a thought suddenly occurred to him.

Could it be...

that in this world without Zhuge, Xu Wencai was the true Wo Long of this era?

In the Great Thousand World, nothing is too bizarre.

Not only that,

storytellers even spun their relationship into a dramatic feud, turning them into archenemies, which was highly exaggerated.

"..."

When Chen Sansi finished his work and left the military camp, it was already late. He thought about it and decided to head straight to the Red Sleeve Tower,