My Cultivation Starting from Archery

Wen Zhi closed his eyes, his voice trembling slightly, "Even without mentioning these matters, I no longer have the right to seek revenge against you. During the chaos in Liangzhou last time, if it weren't for you, my daughter would have likely died by my own hand. That's one life in exchange for another. Later, inside the Luotian Mountain Range, the Old Governor saved me and Shao Yujing again, so I still owe you a life."

"I understand," Chen Sansi said.

Chen Sansi looked at him, "You won't come to trouble me anymore."

"No, I owe you a life. If it weren't for the Old Governor and you, my Moon Splitting Mountain Villa would have been long gone," Wen Zhi said as he set down his twin sabers.

"Governor Chen, I have previously offended you greatly. If the Governor wishes, you can take my life at any time. Even if Governor Chen shows mercy and spares my life, in the future Wen Zhi will willingly follow your lead, through fire and water, without hesitation."

"These words..."

Chen Sansi cut through the pretense, "Were they taught to you by Wen Chengrui?"

Upon hearing this,

Wen Zhi, kneeling on the ground, tensed visibly, "How did you know?"

"This daughter of yours has quite the scheming mind," Chen Sansi said.

"You go back and tell her, there's no need for this act. As you've said, we're even. I won't go looking for trouble with you," Chen Sansi said.

"Governor Chen," Wen Zhi said earnestly.

"The words were indeed taught by my daughter, but they also genuinely reflect my thoughts. People in Jianghu value repaying kindness and gratitude. Since you and the Old Governor saved my legacy, I should repay you with my life, Governor... What are you...?"

He noticed,

The White Robe no longer paid attention to him but turned his focus to the sky, and Wen Zhi also looked up. In the sky a thousand feet high, there seemed to be a figure performing Sword Flight, heading in the direction of Yellow Cloud Mountain.

Isn't that the burial site of the Old Governor?

"Qian Xun!" Chen Sansi called out for his White Swan Horse and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Wen Zhi hesitated for a moment, then promptly got up to follow.

...

Yellow Cloud Mountain.

Less than two months had passed since the funeral, and the mountain was still draped in white silk. Papers not yet fully rotten covered the yellow mud. The occasional cawing of crows added to the desolation.

A white shape flashed by, startling birds into fleeing in all directions.

In his hands, Chen Sansi held the Black Snake Bow, rapidly calculating in his mind.

Though he did not know what a cultivator was doing at his master's resting place, he was certain it wasn't to pay respect. His master had killed many cultivators at the ends of the earth and destroyed a Spirit Vein; most likely, this was an act of revenge.

Even the dead aren't left in peace?!

He saw the cultivator again at the foot of the mountain.

Upon closer inspection, through the Qi Observation Skill, he could see that the foreign cultivator was most likely in the Late Stage of Qi Refining, about seven layers deep in his Cultivation Technique, roughly equivalent to the High Priest of the Witch God Sect. A one-on-one battle would be somewhat troublesome since he couldn't stack "Unrivaled."

But trouble or not, he couldn't shy away.

If this person dared disrespect his master in the slightest, he must be stopped here no matter what. Soon he could mobilize troops and the Martial Saint. Even if it meant a siege, they must trap him alive!

Reaching the woods, Chen Sansi dismounted.

But as he approached, he saw another figure arriving almost simultaneously.

His senior brother, Lü Ji.

Lü Ji, stepping on fragments of an incense burner, landed slowly and started conversing with the cultivator, who had a wine gourd hanging at his waist, a hundred steps from the master's tombstone.

That was when Chen Sansi put away his bow and arrow, wanting to see what the cultivator was really up to.

"Hic~"

Qu Yuanxiang stood there, swaying, and with one hand, he pointed at Lü Ji's nose, saying, "You, get out of the way. I'm not doing anything else, I simply want to dig up the grave to see. If there's nothing, I'll leave."

To dig up the grave?!

Chen Sansi's face showed no expression; he just kept approaching slowly.

"Immortal Master,"

Lü Ji, with his towering figure, stood firm, "The Emperor should have informed you that when our master was buried, there were no burial goods. No need to look any further, right? If there's anything else, you can speak directly to me. I'm the Old Governor's eldest disciple and the Supervisor of Liangzhou."

"I don't understand these official titles of yours,"

Qu Yuanxiang lifted his palm, brandishing a gold medal, "See this? This gold medal was given to me by your Emperor. With it, I can do whatever I want."

"Immortal Master, that gold medal is exclusive to imperial envoys. You have the authority to inquire about military and political matters in Liangzhou, but that doesn't include even touching my master's body. If you don't believe me, we can go to the Capital City together to seek clarification from the Emperor," Lü Ji said while subtly shaking his head toward the White Robe standing behind the cultivator.

At the same time,

A large army began to leave the city.

Wang Zhi and several other senior disciples, leading their trusted followers, were on their way to Yellow Cloud Mountain.

"No, this can't be right!"

Their third senior brother, Nie Yuan, caught up with them on a fast horse, blocking their path, "No, this can't be right!"

"What's not right?!"

Wang Zhi cursed, "Didn't you see someone flying toward our master's grave up in the sky?"

"The Capital City sent a message ahead of time."

Nie Yuan explained, "This person is an Immortal Master from the Sky Water Continent, and he holds an Emperor-given gold medal. By official rank, he is now the highest authority in Liangzhou. If you all rush over there in such great numbers, it would be considered insubordination. In these special times, don't you want to remain to mourn our master? Don't worry about the grave; I saw our eldest senior brother and the youngest junior brother heading that way, so there won't be any problems!"

Indeed,

Not long after,

They saw the three returning from the direction of Yellow Cloud Mountain.

Wang Zhi and the others no longer led their troops, proceeding on foot instead.

"You, you devotee of the incense burner, better not lie to me!"

Qu Yuanxiang sniffled, "Then, will you take me to see the Slaughter Vein later?"