The Heavens: A Qing, the Yue Girl at the beginning

The roar of the Black Water River was so loud that it hurt people's eardrums even from half a mile away. Zhao Sanlang climbed up the crack in the rock and looked down, only to see that the hundred-foot-wide canyon was split in half by the inky torrent.

The waves hit the protruding basalt, creating a mist several feet high. Iron chains as thick as a bowl appeared and disappeared in the mist.

Anmoke untied the wolf tendon rope wrapped around his waist, and seven bronze bells made clear sounds in the wind.

The men of the caravan removed the saddles of the packhorses and took out the black horseshoe-shaped object from the leather bag. Zhao Sanlang's system interface immediately popped up an analysis: [Composite permanent magnet hoof cover, magnetic flux density 0.36T, surface hardening pattern can enhance the friction coefficient]

"Each horse is equipped with two balance poles. Ashina, put the rings on the third and seventh iron ropes!"

The Hu merchant leader's scimitar split the floating ice rolled by the waves. Two horsemen spliced ​​together a three-meter-long mulberry wood pole, and the bronze tiger head inlaid on the pole head snapped open, revealing the pulley set embedded inside.

Zhao Sanlang's system interface automatically scanned the iron chain structure and marked seven dangerous spots with severe rust. When he helped Hu Shang tie the long balancing poles to the horses, he found that the surface of these mulberry wood poles was coated with a layer of transparent glue, and when his fingertips touched them, he felt a slight suction.

"Gum from the Tianshan tree is mixed with magnetic powder,"

Anmoko tied the long poles horizontally on both sides of the horse's belly and explained casually: "Even if you lose your footing, you can still stick to the iron chain for three breaths."

As the first bay horse was blindfolded and neighed uneasily, Zhao Sanlang's retina suddenly flashed red: [Iron-rich area detected, materials to be collected: 173 kilograms]

He pretended to tighten his boots, and secretly activated the system with his palms against the damp rock wall. The surface of the bronze crossbow suddenly opened up with honeycomb-like pores, and scattered iron ore from the ground rushed in like ants returning to their nests, condensing into walnut-sized magnets at the arrow grooves, and then slowly sinking into the core of the crossbow.

The [Weapon Reconstruction] option suddenly popped up on the light screen: [A sufficient amount of metal elements has been detected. Do you want to start the crossbow reconstructing? ]

As Zhao Sanlang's fingertips slid across the virtual three-dimensional model of the "Qin-made 25-stone crossbow", frequent mechanism clicking sounds were heard from inside the crossbow. Liquid metal spread along the cloud-thunder pattern of the bronze crossbow arm, transforming the originally loose bow into an adjustable dovetail groove structure.

Parameters like waterfalls sweep across the retina:
[Material fusion degree 92%]

[Deflection calibration: 25 stone tension is suitable.]

[Bow and Mi have been strengthened, and the energy storage efficiency has increased by 43%]

[Wangshan is calibrated to 700 steps]

When the last piece of iron sand was embedded in the receiver, the Qin seal inscription "Twenty-five Stones" appeared on its surface.

The original pure crossbow mechanism has turned into a standard black crossbow, with bow shaft, crossbow arm, steel string, hook and other parts. The inner wall of the arrow path is covered with spiral air guide patterns - specially adapted to the "Star Rifling" of "Flying Star Arrow".

"The key to walking is not to look down!"

Anmoko was the first to jump onto the frost-covered iron chain, and the magnets on the soles of his leather boots and the iron chain attracted tiny sparks. The horses that followed took small steps with the help of the balance pole, and the blue light emitted by the friction between the iron hoofs and the iron chain drew a winding light belt in the dark canyon.

Zhao Sanlang held the trigger of the crossbow and walked backwards, and a dynamic crosshair automatically formed on the surface of the mountain.

The system disassembled the canyon cold wind into seven hundred data streams, weaving them into a real-time three-dimensional model in his vision:

【风速补偿：1.7刻】【湿度衰减系数：0.33】【铁索振幅0.37丈】【建议步频1.2步/秒，落脚点偏移量不超过3寸】

The cavalry formed a long snake formation and moved slowly. Anmo Ke led the way, humming a Persian tune, and his scimitars rhythmically struck the scabbards at his waist, and the sound waves resonated with the inherent frequency of the chains. Whenever the wind raised the waves, the Hu merchants shouted in unison and turned the wooden poles to adjust the center of gravity back to the center line.

[Sound wave stabilization device detected, amplitude error 0.03%] The system converted Anmoke's humming into a frequency spectrum. Only then did Zhao Sanlang realize that the other party was using the secret method of sound power to suppress the shaking of the iron chain.

He learned to adjust his breathing rhythm, and the cyclone in his dantian vibrated slightly with the frequency of the sound waves.

……

When the cavalry reached the middle of the journey, the mist stirred up by the waterfall condensed into a rainstorm of ice crystals. Zhao Sanlang suddenly caught a glimpse of the system's red warning box: [High-energy reaction detected 130 feet behind], and just as he was about to sound the alarm, the entire iron chain suddenly vibrated like a guitar string.

"Hold on tight!" Anmoko's roar was torn apart by the explosion.

Zhao Sanlang turned his head suddenly and saw a red mushroom cloud rising from the cliff he had passed by on his way here. The Broken Dragon Stone that had previously blocked the secret passage turned into a fire meteor and fell down with a loud bang. The shock wave turned the "long bridge" into a wave shape.

At the end, two old horses carrying cargo boxes were about to fall into the river with mournful cries, but Anmoko threw his scimitar with his backhand. The ruby ​​on the blade exploded into blood mist, which condensed into a red wolf with wings on its ribs in mid-air. It grabbed the unbalanced horse and threw it to the other side of the Blackwater River.

"Cross the river! Someone will cover your retreat!"

At the moment when the phantom of the red wolf exploded into a bloody mist in the turbulent water, the quiver with the talisman tied to it was thrown out by the leader of the caravan. The red crosshairs in Zhao Sanlang's retina locked onto the cliff on the opposite bank - there were many twisted human figures there.

"It's your turn." At the same time, Anmo Ke's voice suddenly exploded in his ears: "Use your 'old injury' to help get rid of the pursuers."

The moment Zhao Sanlang took over, the system prompted: [Standard long-shank three-edged arrowhead (with blood groove), arrow length three feet two inches, average weight one pound and six ounces, hollow arrow shaft (heavy lead blocks vitality), armor-piercing arrows × 13, thunder and fire arrows × 7] [Automatically adapted]

The feeling of the arrow shaft vibrating in his palm perfectly coincided with the system prompt sound. He stepped on the slippery iron chain, turned around and leaned back, and instinctively pulled the trigger. The new cyclone in his dantian suddenly collapsed to the size of a silver needle, and the thunder and fire arrow ignited a deep green tail flame in the groove.

The flying arrowhead drew a blazing white trajectory in the air, and the trajectory automatically corrected by the system merged with the wind speed compensation line.

As it penetrated the mist, Zhao Sanlang hooked his toes on the iron chain, turned over and stretched his body, and the movement of using his ankles to press the bronze pedal was exactly the same as the "Flying Star Arrow" force diagram instilled by the system.

The shockwaves from the crossbow strings had not yet dissipated, but the disciples of the Blood Refining Sect jumped onto the chains with strange smiles, and the sticky blood plasma on the soles of their feet condensed into ice claws in the cold wind. Twenty-three scarlet silk threads shot out from the cliffs on the opposite bank - they were the unique blood silk threads of the Blood Refining Sect, each of which could crush granite.

The enemy leader, the Blood Refining Elder, flew out a centipede sword from his sleeve, and Anmoko's swirling scimitar simultaneously slashed out the Sakya rune. The shock wave from the collision of the swords shattered the waterfall, and the Black Water River rolled up a water curtain dozens of feet high, engulfing countless palm-sized bat-like mutant creatures.

"It's a blood-winged fly!" Anmoko's roar mixed with the sound of the sword came: "Reload immediately!"

[Moving target training mode is on]

The moment the lightning and fire arrow exploded, the system adjusted Zhao Sanlang's pupil contraction rate to 0.3 seconds per time. He clearly saw the slow motion of three blood silk threads melting in the blast, and the scarlet scarves of the Blood Refining Sect disciples were blown away by the air wave, revealing their grayish-blue cheeks covered with spells.

"Southeast elevation angle of 75 degrees, wind speed compensation of 4 quarters. Qi flows to Shaoyang of the hand, and the gate of the spirit turns upside down! The latch of the crossbow box moves half a centimeter to the left!"

The mechanical female voice kept vibrating in his ears. Zhao Sanlang rolled sideways while stepping on the shaking iron chain, and fired three arrows in a row by pressing the sheepskin patch on his shoulder. The force of his ankle pressing on the bronze pedal was calibrated by the system, and each time he wound up the string, it was precisely stuck at the trough node of the iron chain's amplitude.

"Shhhhhh!"

Blood holes as big as bowls exploded on the chests of the three second-level disciples. The fellow disciples who arrived later didn't even have time to dodge before they were pierced into charred skewers by the second round of arrows shot by Zhao Sanlang.

[Kill above your level x 6, bonus computing power 72 ticks] [True essence consumption 0.45 spirit baht] [Number of arrows remaining: 13]

When the battle result prompt box popped up, Zhao Sanlang's forearm had been torn open by the recoil force. The system immediately used true Qi to seal the wound and released a trace amount of bioelectric current to suppress the pain.

The cliff on the opposite bank suddenly cracked into a honeycomb-like hole, and a new batch of hundreds of blood-winged horseflies flapped their wings and took off into the air.

The abdomens of these mutant poisonous insects were swollen like sacs, and the scales they scattered when they flapped their wings actually corroded the rocks into green smoke. The system broke down the insect swarm into seven groups of attack waves, and each flight trajectory was marked with a red dotted line.

A warrior's cowhide shield was riddled with holes in an instant, and his arms were covered with white bones. However, he roared and rushed forward, throwing out wine bags one after another to smash the insect swarm. The thunder and fire arrows that came later accurately penetrated the leather wine bags, and the exploding camel milk wine burned hundreds of blood-winged flies to ashes. Anmoko's wolf tendon rope wrapped around the iron chain and exerted force suddenly, and the entire cable bridge shook violently like a giant python turning over. The other caravan warriors took the opportunity to throw out the connected eagle-beak hooks, and the claws accurately bit the protruding basalt columns on the opposite bank, stretching the cable bridge into an escape passage with a 30-degree tilt.

Seeing his men dying one after another, the elder of the Blood Refining Sect finally couldn't hold back any longer, and tore open the rotten flesh on his chest with his withered claws, and sacrificed his own blood scorpion. The squirming blood ball turned into a nine-headed snake in the wind, and each head held a poisoned bone sword.

Anmoke's scimitar suddenly shattered, and the flying Saka runes formed a cage in the void, but it only trapped the blood scorpion for three breaths.

"'Junior Brother'! Shoot the point three inches high! Use the Dragon Tooth Meteorite Arrow!"

The rifling of the crossbow glowed with a faint blue light. Zhao Sanlang stepped on the tilted iron chain and slid backwards for several feet. The moment his right shoulder pressed against the crossbow, the system prompt sounded: [Overclocking mode activated, recommended overdraft 0.3 spirit baht]

The Dantian Qi cyclone exploded, and the silver-like true energy flowed into the arrow groove along the Ren Mai.

"The little thief is looking for death!"

The nine-headed blood scorpion of the Blood Refining Sect's elder tore the rune cage into pieces. Three of the snake heads suddenly expanded to the size of wheels and spewed out dark red blood mist, which immediately condensed into an eight-foot-thick barrier.

The lead core embedded inside the talisman arrow continued to rotate at high speed, and the compressed thunder and fire energy in the hollow arrow shaft formed a spiral shock wave. This massive shot, combined with Anmoko's made-up name of "Dragon Tooth Meteorite Arrow", frightened the old devil so much that he concentrated most of his energy on the defensive techniques on the side.

The blood scorpion screamed like a crying baby, and the system interface suddenly turned red: [Warning! Sixth Realm Pressure Impact]

The figure right in the center of the crosshairs moved several feet across the air at the last moment, and the flying blood mist easily deflected the arrow. Zhao Sanlang felt warm liquid flowing out of his nasal cavity, and the auxiliary lines on his retina began to twist and disintegrate.

At the same time, Anmoko, who had just self-destructed his weapon and seemed to be unable to fight anymore, suddenly leaped up, and the wolf-fang amulet emitted a cold and dim light like a tide.

He used the inverted stalactites to launch himself, and the broken scimitar spun into a blood moon in his palm. On the withered face of the Blood Refining Sect elder, the grim smile of victory had not yet disappeared, and the nine-headed blood scorpion that rushed back to defend missed its bite, and Anmo Ke's left hand had already passed through the blood crack like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

"Crack!"

The knuckles wrapped with the Sak runes accurately hit the heart meridian nodes, and the shriveled chest of the Blood Refining Sect elder suddenly sank three inches. Anmo Ke took the opportunity to slap the entire amulet into the wound, and the wolf-head fangs carved from obsidian suddenly came to life, gnawing frantically at the boiling blood scorpion nest.

“Ahhh! You guys…”

The old demon's curse was knocked back into his throat by Anmoko's knee.

When he finally figured out the trick of this feint, the opponent twisted his waist and turned his body to kick like a battle axe chopping wood, and then kicked the cervical vertebrae of this sixth-level practitioner into a right angle, and then the exploded and broken body fell into the rapids of the Black Water River.

"Close the net!"

As the leader of the caravan shouted, the warriors on the other side pulled the eagle-beak hooks together, and the stretched cable bridge shook and vibrated like a bowstring. The remnants of the Blood Refining Sect who had no time to escape the battle fell like ripe sand dates. Zhao Sanlang's system interface was frantically refreshing the kill prompts.

Anmo Ke pulled the wolf tendon rope back to the iron chain, and the soles of his boots rubbed against the chain, creating a few feet long spark. He caught the spare quiver thrown by Zhao Sanlang with his backhand, and seven armor-piercing arrows shot out in a fan shape, nailing the last three Blood Refining Sect deacons who tried to escape by leaping to the dark red rock wall.

As the blood soaked the Blackwater River, Zhao Sanlang staggered and knelt on the gravel beach on the shore. The system interface was suddenly covered with snowflake noise, and a metallic scratching sound came from deep in the cochlea: [Overclocking status lifted, battle settlement in progress...]

【累计击杀：六境修行者×1（参与度13.2%）、三境修行者×3、二境修行者×9、血翼虻x247】【奖励结算：算力配额+1512刻、轻功身法《凌波微步》解锁】

[The mastery of "Flying Star Arrow" increased to 11.7% during actual combat experience infusion]

[Host meridian damage detected, emergency repair protocol initiated]

The cyclone at the Dantian suddenly rotated counterclockwise, and a tingling sensation spread all over the body along the Du channel. Zhao Sanlang looked at the [Cultivation Level] on the attribute panel, which dropped from "First Realm Lower Grade" to "Qi Sensing Stage", and then slowly recovered as the meridians were repaired, and finally settled at "First Realm Middle Grade".

"Good arrow! Although I missed the target in the end." When Anmo Ke returned, he casually threw over a copper pot with a silver rim. Light purple wine was bubbling in the pot. "It contains healing medicine. Have a few sips."

Zhao Sanlang pulled out the cork and drank from it in one gulp. The cold camel milk wine mixed with the aroma of medicine slid down his throat, and the boredom in his chest was swept away. However, the system popped up a new analysis box: [High-level breath-concealing technique fluctuations detected, cultivation disguise level: middle level of the sixth realm → peak level of the fifth realm].

He stroked the newly formed star pattern on the surface of the crossbow, and finally understood that this hunt was all part of Anmoko's plan from beginning to end.

From the entrance of the cave to the dark gorge of the Blackwater River, the value of such a covert route for caravans is immeasurable. At the very least, it means that the dangerous journey of crossing mountains and ridges can be reduced by dozens of miles. Therefore, as long as there is a possibility, it must not be lost and exposed to the enemy.

What is the Blood Refining Sect? It sounds like a sect with extremely strong vitality and good at preserving lives. If we don’t show weakness to the enemy first, I’m afraid we won’t be able to keep all of them.

……

When the bonfire was lit again on the white grass beach behind Wolf Leaping Gorge, Zhao Sanlang checked the system log. The newly unlocked [Battle Replay] function was analyzing the arrow trajectories in past memories frame by frame.

Seven hundred red dotted lines marked every angle of error, and green dots of light marked the best time to shoot. The error at each turning point was magnified twenty times: the third arrow was deflected by 0.37 inches due to the vibration of the iron chain, and the ninth arrow was disturbed by the breath of the blood scorpion.…

【Overall score: A-】

[Effective killing rate 73%][12 fatal gaps][Dodge training recommended][Memory reconstruction completed, neural pain simulation can be turned on to improve training effect]

He chewed salted sand dates and rejected the proposal, then opened the task panel. The countdown for [Survival for 12 Hours] was nine and a half hours left. The "Wisdom Sutra of the Origin of All Laws" in the reward column was shining with golden light, and the skill icon was a rotating Hetian jade counting stick.

"There is an abandoned mine three hundred miles to the west." Anmo Ke used his new spare scimitar to draw a simple map on the ground. "The remains of the Black Iron Cavalry Guards from the previous Zhou Dynasty are buried underneath. There is enough for you to repair that 'old wound'."

"Also, there are several volumes of cultivation scriptures in the old demon's bag. I probably can't practice them, so I'll give them to you."

"Are you sure you want to give it to me?" Zhao Sanlang tapped the edge of the sheepskin scroll he had thrown to him. [Detected a fragment of "Blood Sea Magic Art" (earth-level mid-quality). Do you want to consume 200 ticks of computing power for reverse analysis?]

As the morning mist drifted over Wolf Leaping Gorge, Zhao Sanlang looked at the folding quiver generated by further modification of the system and placed the spare arrows in it. The cold metal surface still seemed to reflect the campfire and the starry sky.

Thousands of miles away, on the star map of Zhanghuatai, the light spot No. Bing-27, whose brightness had increased by two levels, was slowly moving towards the Yuezhi territory.

……

"Blood Refining Sect? Seven years ago, the founder of the sect, Zhou Huang, mysteriously disappeared. In fact, he died after Li Jiaoyue. Are there only two or three ordinary sixth-level border forces left? The Blood River Divine Book plus the Blood Sea Magic Art complement each other. It can be considered a top-notch cultivation method."

"During yesterday's observations, the moon's spiritual energy 'luminosity' showed a slight downward trend, but the change in value is too small after all, so it is difficult to rule out the possibility of natural fluctuations caused by moonquakes..."

After receiving the small amount of data sent by Bing-27, Zhao Qing quickly reconstructed the course of the entire battle in his mind, saying that the "system" was quite effective in assisting. Then, he turned to look at Xia Mi, who was walking into the hall with the remaining scroll of the "Blood River Divine Book" in her hand:

"How's your research on the twelve uses of dragon blood?"

"Not very good, more research funds are needed..." Xia Mi blinked her fiery golden dragon pupils and sighed deeply, but the curve of her mouth could not be concealed: "At present, there has been only a small breakthrough in the correction of the alchemical matrix theoretical model."

"I knew you would not do your job properly." Zhao Qing smiled slightly: "Tell me, what achievements have you made recently?"

"To put it simply, the alchemical matrix can be regarded as a special kind of 'meridian'." Xia Mi said shockingly.

(End of this chapter)