Heaven rewards diligence; he fought his way through chaos to become a saint.

Chapter 117 Archery God Qi Wang

Song Rongyi stared intently, his gaze sweeping over the young man's face inch by inch. His sword-like eyebrows slanted upwards, and his eyes were slightly upturned, revealing a hint of arrogance.

He frowned slightly, a strange sense of familiarity rising in his heart, as if he had seen this face somewhere before.

No matter how hard I try to recall, I can't remember.

Looking at the other person's coarse clothes, he seemed more like a martial arts master who did manual labor.

Manager Chen had already grabbed one end of the rope. The man slowly pulled Manager Chen back, his eyes fixed straight ahead, a slight smirk playing on his lips: "You'd better get out of here quickly, or you won't be able to later."

"Um?

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Song Rongyi's face darkened.

To be honest, he hadn't heard anyone talk to him like that in many years.

The Eighth Level of the Embracing Elixir is a height that many people can never reach in their entire lives, yet this young man in front of me, who looks to be in his thirties, dares to say such things to me.

They were truly like a newborn calf unafraid of a tiger.

Song Rongyi's lips curled into a playful smile. He didn't stop him from saving the person. Instead, he stood with his hands behind his back and said with a faint smile, "Boy, you are really young and impetuous. You don't know the immensity of heaven and earth. I'm afraid you haven't even stepped into the threshold of the martial world yet, but you dare to speak so arrogantly in front of me."

He paused, then his sneer deepened: "Have you ever seen the 'Embracing the Elixir' technique?"

"The power of embracing the elixir?"

The other party was clearly taken aback for a moment, then pulled Manager Chen back, turned to look at him, and showed a hint of surprise.

Upon seeing this, Song Rongyi couldn't help but laugh: "At your age, many people haven't even heard of the Embracing the Core Formation, yet you dare to boast in front of me? Let me guess, have you just reached the Transformation Realm?"

He knew very well that Manager Chen was a Transformation Realm cultivator, and the person in front of him dared to be arrogant, so he must be no weaker than Manager Chen.

Therefore, he was somewhat proud: "Boy, there are ten levels of power in the Embracing the Elixir—you are still too young to see how powerful I am. Once you have mastered the Embracing the Elixir, you will realize that you are just like a mayfly."

"I have cultivated to the eighth level, and in this world—"

"So noisy!"

Before Song Rongyi could even see what the other party was doing, a sharp, piercing sound suddenly rang out, tearing through the air.

Song Rongyi's heart tightened. Years of fighting instincts left him no time to think. He suddenly leaped to the side, barely avoiding the arrow that was as fast as lightning.

"Boom—!"

With a loud bang, the arrow did not miss its target; it grazed past Song Rongyi and struck the ship behind him.

Surprisingly, the arrow, though empty, unleashed an extremely sharp and powerful force that swept outwards instantly.

The already fragile wooden speedboat shattered like paper under the force of this energy, splintering wood and sending river water surging up instantly.

The men rowing at the stern were clearly not ordinary soldiers. Before they could even let out a scream, they were swept up by the force of the energy and pulverized into a bloody pulp along with the broken pieces of wood.

Blood stained the surrounding river red, and all around was quiet except for the river breeze that carried a faint fishy smell.

Shen Wanzhou was so frightened by the arrow that he fell to the ground with a thud, trembling all over.

Song Rongyi landed to the side, her face turning deathly pale, her eyes filled with horror.

He never expected that this young man would be so powerful; the force of his arrow was far beyond the reach of ordinary martial arts masters.

Why would the Shen family have such a person?!

Song Rongyi simply couldn't understand it. He felt that the chance of encountering a top-notch master in the countryside was no less than the chance of His Majesty directly bestowing upon him a title of nobility.

The young man by the cabin spat out the weeds in his mouth, lightly plucked the bowstring, and a proud smile curled at the corner of his lips: "Are you panicking or not?"

"Who are you----"

"Qi Wang".

Qi Wang?

Upon hearing the name, Song Rongyi racked her brains.

Suddenly.

As if remembering something, he shuddered, his pupils suddenly contracting: "Archer Qi Wang?!"

"It's you—it's you—"

He couldn't connect the Qi Wang before him with some past events.

It's been too long.

But Song Rongyi quickly realized: "The imperial court has an agreement with your master, stating that it will never take action against Jianwu. Martial arts practitioners value their promises above all else. You will not break your master's agreement and indiscriminately kill innocent people."

Upon hearing this, Qi Wang looked thoughtful and replied, "Yes."

"But you said I have a narrow perspective."

"I was blind to your greatness."

"6

You said I am a mayfly.

"I am the mayfly."

"Let me think, what else did you say—"

"I deserve to die a thousand deaths, I beg the God of Archery to spare my life!"

"Then get lost."

Qi Wang waved his hand.

Without the slightest hesitation, Song Rongyi moved and stepped onto the waves.

He was incredibly fast, his toes barely touching the water's surface as if walking on flat ground, trying to run towards the shore.

"Get out of here quickly."

Qi Wang smiled and called out in the direction he had fled.

Upon hearing this, Song Rongyi quickened his pace, moving as fast as lightning.

Just then, Steward Chen, who was lying on the deck on the verge of death, finally caught his breath and saw out of the corner of his eye that the bow above his head was slowly being drawn up.

The bow is fully drawn.

Without arrows or darts, it forms its own wind blade.

But Qi Wang's face remained nonchalant. He loosened his grip, and a "hum" was heard from the string.

Huge waves surged up on the water's surface.

The arrow pierced the sky.

All I heard was a loud "boom" in my ears.

For him, it was the last sound.

The energy exploded inside his head, splashing red and white matter. His body fell straight into the river and was instantly swallowed by the water, leaving not a trace.

Qi Wang put down his longbow and shook his head regretfully: "So it really is a mayfly."

After saying that, he put on his smiling face again, patted the cabin, and shouted, "Sixth Junior Brother, you can't tell anyone about this. If Master finds out, he'll break my legs."

He then turned to look at Shen Wanzhou: "Master Shen—"

Shen Wanzhou suddenly realized, his face showing some fear: "The weather was fine, and I went straight to Shengwu City without seeing anyone along the way."

Be smart!

Qi Wang coughed lightly, stopped looking at him, and instead patted the cabin again.

"Ye Ci, why are you being so cowardly? Your fourth senior brother was afraid that you would fail in your assassination attempt on Zhang Guan and instead be hunted down by him, so I came here to escort you. Hurry up and come out to greet your senior brother."

"what?"

Shen Wanzhou said awkwardly, "Young Master Ye didn't come with me. He stayed in Songjiang County, saying he was going to participate in the martial arts competition today."

"A martial arts competition? Wasn't Xiao Hua supposed to go to the martial arts competition?"

"He went too."

Qi Wang paused for a moment, then asked, "He's really not here?"

"He's really not here."

"Then I'll go back."

"Qi the Arrow God—" Shen Wanzhou panicked upon hearing this and quickly pleaded respectfully, "Could you escort this old man on his way? What if Zhang Guan comes after us again?"

"this----"

Qi Wang considered it for a moment.

"My Lord Archer, this small amount of silver is but a token of my respect."

Upon seeing this, Shen Wanzhou hurriedly pulled out silver notes from his pocket.

Qi Wang glanced at him: "Senior Brother Jiang is over there anyway, nothing will happen to him—my junior brother is, after all, your family's patron, so I will definitely help if I can. Here's a silver note, cough cough, don't be so formal."

As he spoke, he glanced at the silver notes in Shen Wanzhou's hand again: "You don't know, my master said that martial artists should act according to their conscience. When helping others out of ordinary kindness, taking a small profit is enough. But at my level, if I were to greedily amass a large sum of money, my conscience would be tainted, which would be detrimental to the path of martial arts."

"That----"

Shen Wanzhou hesitated for a moment, then decided that it would be difficult to persuade such a master with silver notes, so he stuffed the silver notes back into his pocket.

"Hey hey hey————"

Qi Wang rubbed the area under his nose with his fingers: "Well, you have to give me something."