Your Highness, Please Slay the Demons
In the twentieth year of Zhaoning, Pei Xiunian finally awaited the fateful chance to ascend in the world. On that day, he killed the third prince of the Great Zhou and took his place. "Speak—who did
Drawing the bow, releasing the arrow.
The string twanged with a resounding snap, and the arrow, swift and unstoppable as a butterfly weaving through flowers, slipped through the leaves over thirty feet away, pinning the green snake precisely at its vulnerable spot just as it was about to devour a fledgling bird.
Such an astounding shot, yet there was no cheer or applause.
After two years in this world, Pei Xiunian could hardly call himself unsuccessful, he sighed softly, glancing at the bow in his hand. Two lines of text shimmered before his eyes:
[Archery: Mastery—Attribute: Unerring]
[Vision: Extraordinary—Trait: Heaven’s Eye]
With such proficiency, even idle acts like sleep or breath inadvertently benefited his cultivation. If this were a world of martial heroes, Pei Xiunian would already be a renowned grandmaster.
But alas, this was a world of cultivation, and he was a modern man with blocked meridians.
Cultivation was not simply about finding a manual and sitting in meditation for years; it required guiding energy into the dantian, absorbing and refining spiritual power. Pei Xiunian possessed flawless techniques for meditation and breath control, making his progress twice as fast with half the effort. But the spiritual energy of heaven and earth could not breach his blocked meridians to enter his core, rendering all talk of cultivation meaningless.
Skills honed to perfection might shine in a martial arts novel, but in this world of cultivators, it was as useless as a eunuch taking concubines.
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