Eternal Immortal Dynasty: Starting as a Petty Official

The next morning, as dawn broke, Zhao Xian pushed open the door and stepped out of the house. He looked around the courtyard and found it quite quiet.

There was a well in the courtyard. After Zhao Xian drew a bucket of water to wash up, he got up and practiced his boxing.

He has been practicing "Pine and Crane Nourishing Yuan Boxing" since childhood, and has been doing so for eleven years. As his fists and feet rise and fall, his clothes flutter and create a whistling sound, and every move is as smooth as flowing water.

In a short while, he had completed twenty repetitions of the boxing technique.

"call!"

Letting out a long sigh, wiping the thin layer of sweat from his forehead, Zhao Xian walked to the side, opened the water pouch, and took small sips.

After a short rest, Zhao Xianfu drew his ring-pommel sword again.

The blade was over three feet long, single-edged, with a thick spine and thin edge, straight spine and straight edge. With a light swing, a cold light brushed against the face, chilling and intimidating.

"rise!"

With a soft shout, a flash of cold light appeared, the blade reflecting the pale dawn sky, slashing towards the empty space in front of him with a whooshing sound.

He slammed his left foot into the ground, followed by his right, his body spinning like a whirlwind, the blade tracing a path four feet around him.

"The Wind-Chasing Spirit-Slaying Blade!"

The sword technique that Zhao Xian is now practicing is the one that Chen Yuancheng gave him during the New Year's Day.

Zhao Xian has been studying this sword technique for nearly a month, practicing it ten times a day without fail.

He consulted Chen Yuancheng several more times and finally mastered the basics of this sword technique.

Now that he was unleashing his power, all that could be seen was the flashing of blades, which protected him completely, making him impenetrable.

On the eastern horizon, the clouds gradually turned golden and red.

Zhao Xian finished his "Sweeping Through a Thousand Armies" move with fluid grace. Without even looking, he thrust the blade straight into its sheath with a backhand motion, without the slightest deviation.

"call!"

His chest heaved violently, white mist rose, and the fine hair on his forehead was soaked with sweat, sticking to his temples.

As I wiped the sweat from my forehead, a message entered my mind.

"Wind Chaser Spirit Slayer Blade Proficiency +10!"

Looking up at the rising sun on the horizon, a sharp glint flashed in Zhao Xian's eyes, and his grip on the knife tightened involuntarily.

Holding my breath and concentrating, a golden light screen came into view.

Owner of the cauldron: Zhao Xian

[Qi Yun: Floating White]

[Spiritual Root: Fire Root (丙中火)]

[Cultivation Level: Qi Refining Level 4]

[Lucky Golden Pearl: 1]

【技艺】：六阳诀（精通：2966/10000）、基础箭术（精通：4173/10000）、松鹤养元拳（精通：1756/10000）

As soon as the thought crossed my mind, another message entered my consciousness.

"Wind Chasing Spirit Slaying Blade (Proficiency: 1/1000)!"

That's true!

Today, while practicing his swordsmanship, Zhao Xian felt that his swordsmanship was becoming more and more fluid, and he already knew that he had reached a proficient level in this swordsmanship.

"My swordsmanship needs continued practice to reach mastery as soon as possible, and my archery skills cannot be neglected either!"

"After all, all those opportunities I encountered were thanks to my archery skills!"

Archery skills must not be neglected even slightly before a foundation for mastery is laid!

The saying "In this world" has spread widely, and Zhao Xian felt it was quite appropriate.

The three treasures of a low-level cultivator are armor, a horse, and a bow: armor for protection, a horse for transportation, and a bow for long-range shooting.

It should be understood that whether one is a Qi Refining cultivator or a martial arts cultivator, before establishing a foundation for their Dao, their body is no different from that of an ordinary person. If they are hit in a vital spot by an arrow, they will still perish and their Dao will dissipate.

Moreover, even if a Qi Refining cultivator reaches the seventh level or above, they can still wield magical artifacts and cast spells to kill enemies, but both spells and magical artifacts require divine sense to control.

The divine sense of a cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining can only cover an area of ​​three zhang in radius at most. Even if they have established a foundation for their Dao, the range of their divine sense is far less than the distance of an arrow.

One step is six feet, one zhang is ten feet, and eighty steps is nearly fifty zhang.

Last night, Zhao Xian fired nine arrows in quick succession in the main hall of the Yan family, and every arrow hit the target.

Everyone in the hall, except for Chen Yuancheng, looked horrified.

The reason is that if it were a superior talisman arrow, how many cultivators below the Foundation Establishment stage could withstand such a barrage of shots!

This single move was enough to prevent Zhao Xian from being looked down upon by the local officials and prominent families.

Coming to his senses, Zhao Xianfu looked at the Fortune Golden Pearl column again. Ever since he received the appointment letter from the county clerk that day, the Fortune Golden Pearl had changed.

After that, things became complicated, and the fortune bead was never used.

Yesterday I took up my post in the township government. Everything is settled, so I can now make use of this auspicious golden bead.

Upon thinking of this, the mouth of the golden cauldron in the center of his consciousness trembled slightly, and a golden droplet flew out from the cauldron.

The golden droplet trembled in mid-air, transforming into a cloud of golden light that merged into the sea of ​​consciousness.

Zhao Xian immediately felt his mind clear and his whole body comfortable.

The previous golden bead of fortune accelerated his cultivation speed by 30%, which lasted for a month.

This one, presumably, should be the same.

Unfortunately, he no longer has any elixirs or miraculous medicines on him. Without the help of elixirs, even if his cultivation speed increases by 30%, it will still take him at least a year to reach the fifth level of Qi Refining.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xian couldn't help but sigh.

"Bo Zhang, excellent swordsmanship!"

A loud laugh came from outside the courtyard gate, breaking the silence of the central courtyard.

Zhao Xian turned his head at the sound and saw the door slightly open. Cao Miao, a village official dressed in a black robe, stood below the steps, holding a bamboo box in his hand. Faint steam was coming out of the gap in the lid.

"Greetings, Lord Cao!" Zhao Xian immediately bowed respectfully and asked, "Did Bozhang's sword practice disturb you, Lord Cao?"

"Haha, I didn't stay at the country inn yesterday, so there's no question of disturbing you." Cao Miao stepped into the courtyard, his gaze falling on the ring-pommel sword in Zhao Xian's hand. He praised, "This morning, upon my arrival, I saw Bozhang practicing his swordsmanship in the courtyard. His movements were agile, and his swordsmanship was sharp and fierce, truly graceful as a startled swan and as elegant as a swimming dragon!"

"I was so engrossed in watching that I paused for a moment; I hope Bozhang won't mind!"

"To receive such praise from Lord Cao, Bo Zhang is already deeply humbled; how could he possibly blame him!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xian couldn't hide his smile and spoke respectfully.

"Bo Zhang's knife is quite excellent!"

Cao Miao's gaze fell again on Zhao Xian's ring-pommel sword. Zhao Xian, recognizing the refined taste in the music, immediately stepped forward and respectfully presented the ring-pommel sword.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Taking the ring-shaped sword, Cao Miao swung it a few times, and his gaze fell on the blade. He saw a line of small Daoist characters engraved on it: "March 6th, 522nd year of the Immortal Calendar, Hundred Weapons Pavilion forged Thirty-Six Refinement Greatsword".

"It's a sharp weapon!"

Cao Miao immediately showed a hint of surprise and blurted out.

"The night of the bandit invasion, it was obtained from the hands of the bandits!"

Chen Yuancheng had instructed Zhao Xian not to mention to outsiders the incident of the bandits burning down the pavilion on New Year's Day. Zhao Xian kept this in mind and immediately gave a vague reply.

Cao Miao returned the ring-pommel sword to Zhao Xian, and couldn't help but sigh, "I am a village official, yet I did not know that there was such a great young man as Bo Zhang in the village. It is thanks to Chen Jun's discerning eye that he was discovered. It is truly Cao Miao's fault."

"Mr. Cao is humble, and he is fair in his dealings with the people of his village. Everyone in the village praises him highly!"

Zhao Xian then offered another flattering remark.

"Oh dear, we almost missed the meal! My wife is very good at making pickled vegetables and pancakes. I would like to invite Mr. Chen to try some."

"I brought a lot, Bozhang, you're welcome to come and eat with me!"

Seeing Zhao Xian looking at the bamboo box, Cao Miao slapped his forehead and said with a smile.

Zhao Xian naturally wouldn't accept the invitation, and immediately declined, saying, "Bo Zhang has just arrived at the village and hasn't gotten to know you all yet. This is a good opportunity to get to know you all during breakfast!"

"Gentlemen of the village, some of you live in the village pavilion and return home every day to rest. Breakfast is served in the front yard. Bozhang, you may go there yourself!"

Seeing Zhao Xian nod slightly, Cao Miao smiled again and said, "We village officials live in the countryside. When we are busy, we may not be able to rest for ten days or even more than a month. When we are free, we can go home to rest. It is not very strict."

"Bo Zhang understands, thank you for your guidance, Mr. Cao!"

Zhao Xian bowed respectfully and saw Cao Miao off.

After Cao Miao disappeared into the backyard, Zhao Xian also put away his ring-pommel sword and water bag and returned to the house.

A dozen or so breaths later, an official called out from outside, "Bo Zhang, shall we have breakfast together?"

My stomach is already pounding!

Zhao Xian pushed open the door, a smile on his face, and joked.