I maxed out the Scholar talent at the start, but I want to be a Warrior.

Ten days have passed since the tiger hunt.

The original counterfeit has undergone a complete transformation.

To guard against barbarian cavalry and mountain bandits

Using the materials left behind by the bandits, the group built two wooden arrow towers.

Every day, able-bodied young men stand guard on it, protecting it from unknown enemies.

A trench was dug at the entrance of the village, covered with branches and loose soil, making it look like flat ground from a distance.

They also carried out some simple repairs on the existing houses.

Gu Cheng stood on the village wall, watching the busy crowd.

The tiger meat had already been distributed.

More than a hundred people, and a tiger weighing several hundred pounds—enough to feed everyone for a while.

But tiger bones are different.

The tiger bones were chopped up by Gu Chang'an and soaked in three large vats, along with medicinal herbs gathered from the mountain and strong liquor from the village, before the vats were sealed.

Tiger bone wine.

Gu Cheng didn't know if this stuff was actually effective, but in the original owner's memories, tiger bone wine was a highly nourishing food that could strengthen muscles and bones and improve blood circulation.

He brought up the screen—

[Constitution: 56] [Strength: 34 (Maximum 50)] [Spirit: 69]

Ten days.

My physique increased from 55 to 56, and my strength increased from 33 to 34.

For the past ten days, he has been practicing shooting with his uncle for two hours every day, and his physique and strength have been steadily improving.

If this pace continues, it will probably take another... for the strength to reach 50.

He did the math.

At a rate of 0.1 points per day, it will take approximately 160 days.

Of course, all of this is in an ideal state.

If it were really that easy, then Anle Village wouldn't be without a single Heavenly Favorite besides Gu Chang'an.

Not urgent.

He withdrew his gaze, jumped down from the stockade wall, and walked towards the open space where he practiced shooting.

The open space is on the east side of the village. It used to be a grassland, but it was trampled flat and used as a drill ground.

Gu Chang'an was already standing there.

He held a long spear horizontally in front of him, his eyes closed, like a statue.

Gu Cheng walked over and picked up his pear blossom spear.

The gun body is silver-white, and the gun head is shaped like a five-petaled pear blossom. It feels slightly warm when held in the hand—this gun seems to have its own temperature, and every time you hold it, you can feel a warm current coming from your palm.

"start."

Gu Chang'an opened his eyes.

Gu Cheng took a deep breath and began to move.

prick.

The spear tip shot straight out, aiming at the wooden stake three zhang away.

Snapped.

The spear tip touched the wooden stake, but it was off by half an inch.

"I'll take it," Gu Chang'an said.

Gu Cheng sheathed his gun, took a step back, and thrust again.

Snapped.

It veered off course again.

"Your shoulders are too stiff." Gu Chang'an walked over and reached out to press his right shoulder. "When thrusting a spear, the power should come from the waist, pass through the shoulder, be transmitted to the arm, and finally reach the tip of the spear. Right now, you're using your arm to generate power, but your shoulder is dead."

He demonstrated – the tip of the spear shot out so fast that Gu Cheng only saw a blur.

There was an extra hole in the wooden stake.

Two inches deeper.

Gu Cheng stared at the hole and swallowed hard.

The difference in strength is more than thirty points; that's an outrageous gap.

"Again."

For the next hour, Gu Cheng practiced his stabbing repeatedly.

Thrust, retract, thrust, retract, thrust, retract.

Dozens of light white spots appeared on the wooden stake, none of them penetrating an inch deep.

My shoulders ached as if I'd been hit with a hammer, my arms were shaking, and my thumb and forefinger were numb.

But he didn't stop.

[Preferred Weapon: Spear (Beginner 9.9%) → Spear (Beginner 10.2%)]

Up 0.3%.

One hour, 0.3%.

At this rate, from beginner to expert...

He did the calculations, but then decided against it; it was too mentally taxing.

"Take a break," Gu Chang'an said.

Gu Cheng leaned his gun on the ground, panting heavily.

Gu Chang'an handed him a water bag, which he took and drank two mouthfuls of water.

"You learn things very quickly," Gu Chang'an said.

Gu Cheng wiped his sweat but didn't reply.

"Your problem is that you're too hasty," Gu Chang'an said, looking at him. "Every shot you take is aimed at exerting force and penetrating deeply. But marksmanship isn't about brute force; it's about technique."

Gu Chang'an picked up the iron spear and slowly thrust it in.

This shot looked no different from an ordinary bayonet—the tip pointed straight out, aimed at the wooden stake.

But the moment the spear tip touched the wooden stake, his wrist twitched slightly.

The gun barrel emitted a buzzing sound.

The hole in the wooden stake was twice as deep as before.

"Did you see it?" Gu Chang'an asked.

"...Your wrist twitched?"

"That's right." Gu Chang'an sheathed his spear. "With a regular bayonet, the power is transferred from the arm to the tip and pushed out at a constant speed. But the shaft is made of ash wood, which is flexible. When you thrust, you bend the shaft to store power first, and at the moment the tip touches the target, you flick your wrist to release the elastic potential energy—the tip suddenly accelerates at the end, doubling the penetrating power."

"That's called 'shaking the gun'."

Gu Cheng's eyes lit up.

"This is……"

"The basics of marksmanship," Gu Chang'an interrupted him. "You were practicing the most basic bayonet before, without these details. It's not that I don't want to teach you, it's just that your foundation isn't solid, so even if I teach you, you won't be able to use it."

He paused for a moment.

"But it's almost time now."

Gu Cheng was taken aback. "What do you mean, 'almost'?"

Gu Chang'an did not answer, and turned to walk into the village.

"Starting tomorrow, I'll teach you another set of marksmanship."

Gu Cheng stood there, watching his uncle's back.

Another set of marksmanship?

He looked down at the pear blossom spear in his hand, then at the iron spear in his uncle's hand.

My uncle's marksmanship is at the master level.

Is this the start of passing on my divine skills and secret techniques?

...

Gu Cheng gripped the pear blossom spear tightly and followed.

In the afternoon, Gu Cheng did not continue practicing shooting.

He went to find Gu Daliang.

"Third Uncle, who's the best marksman in the village? Aside from you, Uncle."

Gu Daliang thought for a moment. "Gu Qingshan. His father used to be the instructor in Anle Village, and Qingshan trained with him since he was a child. Although he can't compare to Chang'an, he's considered one of the best among the young men."

Gu Qingshan.

Gu Cheng remembered this name—on the day of the ambush on the barbarian cavalry, Gu Qingshan was among the first to charge forward, holding off two cavalrymen single-handedly. He was slashed on the arm and still has a scar on it.

Where is he now?

"He's sparring with a few people over at the training ground."

Gu Cheng found Gu Qingshan.

The man, in his thirties, was burly and had a bandage wrapped around his left arm. He was holding a training wooden gun and sparring with another young man.

The two men went back and forth, their gun barrels clashing loudly.

Gu Cheng stood by and watched for a while, then activated his detection skill.

[Gu Qingshan] [Strength: 38] [Preferred Weapon: Spear (Senior)]

[Gu An] [Strength: 34] [Preferred Weapon: Spear (Beginner)]

Gu Qingshan swept his gun across the room, and Gu An was unable to block it in time. The gun barrel was smashed open, and he staggered back two steps.

"Again!" Gu An gritted his teeth and charged forward.

After three more rounds, Gu An was forced back again.

"Alright, alright." Gu Qingshan sheathed his gun and smiled. "You're not as strong as me, it's not worth it for you to take my gun head-on. You should step aside and stab my wrist."

Gu An scratched his head. "I understand the logic, but I just can't quite grasp it."

"You'll get the hang of it after practicing a lot."

Gu Cheng walked over.

"Brother Qingshan, how about a spar with me?"

Gu Qingshan turned his head, saw it was him, and was stunned for a moment.

"Xiao Cheng? You...you've only been practicing shooting for a few days?"

"I want to gain some real combat experience."

Gu Qingshan nodded.

"That's true, practice is the best teacher."

The two men stood facing each other, about three zhang apart.

Gu Cheng picked up a training wooden gun and took a deep breath.

The tip of the gun was raised.

Gu Qingshan also raised his gun, his posture relaxed, the tip of the gun pointing diagonally at the ground.

Gu Cheng made a move.

prick.

The spear tip pointed straight out.

It was no different from an ordinary bayonet—but Gu Cheng's wrist twitched slightly the moment he drew the spear.

The gun barrel made a soft click.

Gu Qingshan instinctively raised his gun to block—

The spear tip didn't travel in a straight line; instead, it veered slightly at the moment of contact, sliding past the side of his shaft and grazing his arm.

Gu Qingshan's pupils contracted, and he stepped aside to avoid it.

The spear tip pierced through his ribs, creating a gust of wind.

It was just half an inch away from hitting him.

Gu Cheng himself was stunned for a moment.

Did he just... use the gun-shaking technique his uncle taught him?

Because he was not skilled enough, the bend of the gun barrel was too small, and the timing of the release was also wrong; the penetrating power was far inferior to his uncle's shot.

But it was this clumsy jerking that caused the tip of the gun to deflect slightly at the end—enough to fool Gu Qingshan's parry.

Gu Qingshan took two steps back, and the casual look on his face disappeared.

He looked Gu Cheng up and down again.

"Who taught you how to use that gun?"

"My uncle taught me a little bit of the basics."

Gu Qingshan paused for a moment, then smiled.

"That's interesting. Come on, this time I won't give in."

He gripped the gun tightly, his posture changed—no longer a casual stance, but with his feet apart, his center of gravity lowered, and the tip of the gun pointed directly at Gu Cheng's throat.

coming.

Gu Cheng gripped the wooden gun tightly.

What happened next was pretty much what Gu Cheng had predicted.

When Gu Qingshan got serious, he missed every single shot.

The gap is too big.

A difference of 4 points in strength translates to a vastly different level of proficiency, and an even greater difference in practical experience.

Gu Qingshan's every shot was aimed at his weaknesses, and his weaknesses... were too many.

After three rounds, Gu Qingshan struck the shaft of his spear with his spear shaft, and the wooden spear flew out of his hand.

"We lost," Gu Cheng said.

Gu Qingshan put away his gun, walked over, and helped Gu Cheng up.

"How long have you been practicing?" he asked.

"About ten days."

Gu Qingshan was a little surprised.

"You think you can spar with me a few times in ten days?"

He stared at Gu Cheng for several seconds, then shook his head.

"You're a genius, kid."

Gu Cheng scratched the back of his head and smiled.

He can't be called a genius.

Each time traveler is a Heavenly Emperor, and each possesses extraordinary abilities.

Among the vast army of transmigrators, I am probably just an ordinary one.

His uncle said he would teach him another set of marksmanship tomorrow.

He clenched his fist, a hint of anticipation in his heart.