My Cultivation Starting from Archery

"What?"

Everyone was shocked.

"Are you insane?!"

Qian Qiren looked at him with bewilderment: "This is simply nonsense!"

"I, I am not negotiating with you."

Cao Huan's tone became firmer: "General Wei is right, these soldiers are sacrificing their lives for me. If I abandon them at this moment, how could I be worthy of the throne?"

"Sixth Brother, that's enough."

King Yan, Cao Zhi, grabbed his wrist: "Hurry up and leave."

He exerted force as he spoke, but couldn't budge him.

"Twelfth Brother!"

Cao Huan suddenly said: "I know I am your puppet."

"..."

King Yan was taken aback.

Cao Huan's cloudy eyes reddened, and he said with utter clarity as he looked at the brother helping him ascend the throne: "You just want to utilize the reputation I've accumulated in the court over the years and my status as the rightful heir to recruit men of talent and expand our forces. All of this, I know, as your brother."

From Ziwei Mountain to the attempted assassination of the Emperor at the Temple, it was all King Yan's scheme; he was merely a puppet on a string.

Moreover, the entire Guiyuan Sect stood with the Seeking Immortal Tower. Ultimately, whoever sat on the throne was just a matter of King Yan's words.

All along.

Cao Huan has done whatever King Yan said without question, because he...

Does not care!

He just wants to do something for the legacy of his ancestors, even if it's for one day on the throne, even if he might be forced to abdicate at any moment, he will do his utmost.

"Sixth Brother, you're overthinking it."

King Yan said openly: "I never intended to do anything to you, nor am I in a hurry to drive you off the throne. I'm doing this merely because of a personal grudge with that person."

He cared more about securing the Ancestor Vein, entering the Dao, and pursuing immortality than he did about the throne.

Besides, to be blunt, given Cao Huan's health, he won't live for many years, so there's no need to rush.

"Fine!"

Cao Huan said forcefully: "In that case, let the cultivators of Guiyuan Sect stay and defend the city with me!"

"How can the Path of Longevity be abandoned because of some mere mortals?!"

Before King Yan could respond, Qian Qiren mercilessly said: "If you want to stay, stay! Our sect won't stay and risk our lives!"

For them, the whole battle was merely for the Ancestor Vein. If there was any possibility of retreat, how could they choose to live and die with mortal soldiers?

While they spoke.

Many cultivators were already taking flight under the cover of darkness, clearly unwilling to continue.

"Sixth Brother, you see, I have no choice."

King Yan, Cao Zhi, pleaded earnestly: "If we don't leave now, it'll be too late!"

Seeing the other party unmoving, he didn't continue to persuade and turned to step onto his master's flying sword.

Under the helpless gaze of the legitimate Emperor, Cao Huan, all the cultivators of Guiyuan Sect left, with not a single one staying behind.

"Your Majesty?!"

Wei Lan looked at the Emperor in front of him, seemingly not expecting that he would stay, and instead said: "You should leave with them!"

Since the cultivators of Guiyuan Sect weren't willing to assist, there was no point for the legitimate Emperor to stay.

"I also have reached the Meridian Passage Realm!"

Cao Huan said, picking up a long knife from the ground, his voice trembling: "Today, without Immortal Masters, I will live and die with the soldiers. How can the Jiang Mountain of the Cao Family, built from horseback, lack courage?"

"Your Majesty!"

Wei Lan covered his face with tears: "I knew it, Your Majesty must be the Holy Monarch! Rest assured, Your Majesty, if the traitors want to harm you, they'll have to step over my dead body!"

His Wei Family was also old ministers of Qilin Pavilion, having chosen to follow when King Jin fled the Capital City. Today's words have made dying worthwhile.

On the city walls.

The number of cultivators diminished rapidly, and the casualties of the Kunyang Garrison began to increase exponentially.

"Where are the Immortal Masters?!"

"Why are the Immortal Masters missing?!"

"..."

"Isn't it obvious?!"

Feng Yong beheaded an enemy general while cursing: "They must have fled..."

As he spoke halfway, he saw someone in a Dragon Robe charging onto the city wall with a knife, personally joining the fight.

Cao Huan's moves were clumsy, his martial arts clearly long neglected. He barely escaped death without slaying an enemy.

But his actions indeed greatly inspired the soldiers under the legitimate rule.

"Soldiers, don't panic!"

Cao Huan got up from the ground and shouted: "The Immortal Masters are finding a way to contact Commander Chen for a coordinated internal and external assault to break the enemy; hold on a little longer!"

"Charge!"

"..."

The sound of battle was thunderous and earth-shaking.

On the other side.

Many cultivators from Guiyuan Sect ascended above Kunyang City, soon faced with a thick earth-colored barrier rising in front of them.

"Leave it to me!"

Huang Laojiu clumsily formed seals with his hands, an orange-yellow talisman rising steadily, the spiritual power it emitted far surpassing that of ordinary talismans.

Talisman.

A talisman, the so-called talisman, is a special talisman that only cultivators of the Golden Core realm and above can create, often with astonishing power.

However, because the creation process requires consuming magical treasures or the cultivator's own mana, talismans are also extraordinarily precious.

Under the urging of Huang Laojiu, the originally thin piece of talisman paper transformed into a magical treasure.

This treasure was jet-black like ink, appearing as an iron cone, though only palm-sized, the power contained within was extraordinary.

Sealing Demon Nails!

"Go!"

Elder Huang softly urged.

The Sealing Demon Nails transformed into a stream of jet-black light, leaving an ink-like trail and crashing into the barrier with a thunderous force, directly drilling a hole over ten feet wide on the surface of the Thick Earth Barrier, which was at least second-tier mid-grade in defensive power.