Chapter Twelve: The Seven Realms of Archery

  Xiao Yi looked at Ishiyama, this young man was only fifteen years old, and they didn't really count as peers. In the Bloodstone Tribe, the young strongmen who were truly of his generation had already joined the Tribal Warriors.

  "I'm going hunting for the tribe, so I'll take this stone and get a bow." Xiao Yi said lightly, and turned to leave.

  "Halt!"

  Shi Yuan's eyes were icy cold as he suddenly appeared in front of Xiao Yi, staring at him and saying: "I'm asking you a question, yet you're still posturing with me. What are you? My Blood Stone Tribe doesn't need trash like you. With only two Heavenly Veins' worth of cultivation, you actually dare to try and take the Qingyun Bow? Hmph! Put down the bow! Even if you have Shi Gong's stone order, the soldiers of my Blood Stone Tribe can't let you wield it at will! You can only take one Black Stone Bow."

  In an instant, Xiao Yi's eyes turned cold as he gazed at the youth before him. The 15-year-old ancient was half a foot taller than him, nearly eight feet tall, with a robust physique and abundant flesh and blood energy, like a furnace fire steaming away. Being looked at by Xiao Yi in this way, Ishihara felt an inexplicable chill rising from his spine, and a thread of fear appeared in his heart. However, the next moment, a sense of humiliation surged up, and Ishihara came back to himself, unable to believe that he had actually retreated under the gaze of such an outsider.

  "Let it go!"

  Ishihara let out a low, rumbling growl that drew in the attention of all the Bloodstone Clan members in the Warbow Hall. They gathered around with interest-filled gazes, and several young men wore mocking expressions on their faces.

  "Outsiders don't understand the rules, they need to be taught a lesson."

  "Over twenty years old, just barely opened up two heavenly meridians, and it's said that he even stirred up the heavenly thunder sound, what a waste."

  "Compared to us, they are even more arrogant and overbearing. The two heavenly veins' cultivation is just a joke. They think that with the Qingyun bow, they can give Stone Origin some color. If they want to stay in our Bloodstone tribe, even if Stone Ancestor protects them, they still have to be honest with us!"

  Wow!

  Ishihara made his move, one large hand like an eagle's claw, grasping towards Xiao Yi's hand holding the Qingyun bow. The pale blue battle energy overflowed, this claw was extremely sharp and piercing, breaking through the air with a sharp whistling sound, in an instant it pressed down on the Qingyun bow.

  "What a wonderful display of Qingying Claw, this is a third-rate martial art, Shi Yuan has already reached the level of mastery, no longer just superficial understanding. If he continues to practice for another year or two, by the time he reaches perfection, who knows if he can comprehend the concept of 'light as a feather' and enter the realm of Blood Refining Small Success." A young man exclaimed in surprise.

  But seeing Xiao Yi being easily caught by Shi Yuan with the Qingyun bow, yet showing no reaction, many Bloodstone tribe people in the War Bow Hall slightly shook their heads, were they frightened silly? A hint of mockery flashed in Shi Yuan's eyes, and then his right hand exerted force, with a faint blue war aura flashing on his arm.

  "Let go!"

  Ishihara let out a loud shout, but the next moment, he felt that his strength in drawing the bow was like a mud cow entering the sea. The icy bow seemed to be a stubborn iron block, firmly embedded in the ground. Xiao Yi's eyes were cold and calm, just quietly looking at him, her body motionless, and a majestic aura was emitted from her.

  It can't be pulled!

  Ishihara's heart skipped a beat, no good! However, before he could react, a mighty force suddenly burst forth from his bowing body, sending him flying out several meters, crashing to the ground, his entire skeleton seemingly scattered, unable to muster even a thread of strength.

  "I'm just telling you."

  Xiao Yi's voice rose, and he turned to leave once again, soon disappearing into the War Bow Hall, leaving behind a group of shocked young men and many astonished Blood Stone Tribe members.

  "He actually knocked Shiina off his feet!"

  "The cultivation of two heavenly veins, how is it possible?!"

  Several young men recognized Ishihara, and someone came forward to help him up, but found that his entire skeleton was soft and his muscles were slack, barely able to stand upright.

  His face flushed, a deep sense of shame flashed in Ishihara's eyes, and he hastily shook off the group of young men, stumbling out of the War Bow Hall, only to find that Xiao Yi's figure had already disappeared into the distance. The four Wu Chang looked at Ishihara again, thinking about the Qingyun bow that Xiao Yi had taken away earlier, and a hint of surprise flashed in their eyes.

  Ishihara gritted his teeth, what I'm telling you is just that, it's saying, even if I don't tell you, you can't change anything.

  "Damn it!" Ishihara growled, ignoring the four sergeants' strange gazes, and quickly dragged his stumbling feet to hide into the tribe.

  ……

  Behind the tribe, there is a large open space, covering hundreds of square meters. As soon as you approach, you can hear the humming sound of bowstrings vibrating. Dozens or even hundreds of Bloodstone Tribe members are here practicing archery, mostly young people. Young adults and older generations often form teams to hunt in the ancient forest at dawn, and if their archery skills have reached perfection, they don't need to waste time here.

  The guard of this place was also a Wu Chang, and when he saw Xiao Yi arrive, he didn't say much. After taking out the stone token, he pointed to the three piles of feathered arrows behind him: "Black Stone Bow matches Black Stone Arrows, Green Cloud Bow matches Green Cloud Arrows, Purple Mist Bow matches Purple Mist Arrows, you can take 36 arrows per day."

  Xiao Yi saw that in a corner of the empty land, countless green stone arrow tubes were piled up, which were black stone arrows, Qingyun arrows and purple mist arrows. Among them, the black stone arrows were the most, accounting for 50%, the Qingyun arrows accounted for 30%, and the purple mist arrows accounted for 20%. Each green stone arrow tube contained thirty-six arrows.

  Xiao Yi took out a quiver, inside which were thirty-six Qingyun arrows. Each arrow was forged from Qing iron and emitted a cold, eerie glow. The arrow feathers were woven from the hair of Qingyun leopards. The thirty-six Qingyun arrows weighed over a thousand catties in total. Adding the Qingyun bow and broken spear, Xiao Yi's load had already approached three jun. For an ordinary member of the Bloodstone Tribe who cultivated ten heavenly veins, carrying such weight would affect their movements. However, Xiao Yi had tempered his body with the essence of the Wild Dragon, transforming his flesh and bones. Although he only connected two heavenly veins, his physical strength reached ten jun. His body was extremely resilient; last night, he tried punching a mountain rock that had been weathered by wind and rain for over a thousand years, causing it to crack without harming himself. His vital energy seemed endless, as if it would never be depleted.

  He took the Qingyun arrow and walked into the empty space, where there were pine wood bows and pine wood arrows for tempering archery. The draw required only two hundred pounds of strength, and could withstand up to two jin of force. Xiao Yi's arrival did not attract much attention from others, except for a few young men nearby who glanced at him with curiosity, some with interest and others with disdain. However, the Tian Mai Lei Yin had already spread throughout the entire Blood Stone Tribe, and its extreme momentum ended in a gentle trickle, which was ironic.

  Without noticing the surrounding gaze, Xiao Yi drew his bow and arrow. In this era of great technology, he had never studied archery before. At this moment, he simply used his strength to draw the bowstring, which was as thick as a water bucket, and condensed it for half a month. He stared at the iron stake that was about 20 zhang (about 66 feet) away.

  Wow!

  The arrow shot from the bowstring with a piercing whistling sound, but it seemed to have deviated by two inches. The arrow stuck tightly to the wooden stake and flew far away.

  "The first realm of Lian Jian Shu has yet to break through the wind, and within twenty zhang, it is impossible to hit the target."

  "As expected, they are indeed vagrants without a tribe. They don't even seem to have practiced basic archery skills. I really wonder how they've managed to survive all these years."

  Xiao Yi furrowed his brow, his own archery skills were indeed weak and inadequate. Although Shi Gong had taught him the basics of archery, but after all, the time was short, and his understanding was too superficial, for a while, he couldn't turn it into combat power at all.

  "Tuoba Feng! Tuoba Feng has come to instruct his younger brother in archery!"

  "It's him! One of the four great masters of the younger generation of the Bloodstone Tribe, Bai Fuzhang Tuoba Feng!"

  Suddenly, the empty space became noisy, Xiao Yi looked up and saw a young man with a large green iron bow on his back, walking towards him in big strides. The young man was about 24 or 25 years old, with eyes like lightning, although he looked ordinary, but his aura was overwhelming, his blood boiling like a fiercely burning furnace, without any concealment.

  On the empty ground, everyone felt a sense of oppression from their hearts. The sergeant who guarded this place, although he was already middle-aged, still respectfully stood up and saluted with his fists: "I have seen General Tuoba Baifu!"

  Tuoba Feng waved his hand and walked straight into the empty space, coming to a boy of about ten years old, this was his younger brother, Tuoba Han.

  A young man wore a cyan-black beast skin cloak, with starry eyes shining brightly. Although his face was tender, he had a heroic spirit, and the blood in his body was surging. Some of the young men around him looked at him with envy.

  "This Tuoba Han is indeed exceptional. Last month, he broke through the four heavenly meridians for the first time in his cultivation, and was not inferior to Shi Lei back then."

  "Tuoba Baifu Zhang came to instruct his younger brother, and we carefully observed. It is said that Tuoba Baifu Zhang's archery skills are unmatched, and no one among the young generation can surpass him. He has already caught a glimpse of the realm of great accomplishment in splitting sounds. In terms of archery alone, in today's tribe, except for a few hundred husbands and three thousand husbands and clan leaders, no one can compete with him."

  A flash of shock flickered in his eyes, Xiao Yi had heard Shi Gong mention before that archery was divided into seven major realms: Breaking Wind, Splitting Sound, Flowing Star, Extreme Thunder, Swift Lightning, Locking Soul, and Shattering Void. In the Blood Stone Tribe, a warrior could truly enter the ancient forest alone to hunt only if their archery skills reached the realm of Breaking Wind. Within a hundred meters, the arrow would break through the wind and waves, never missing its mark. As for the realms after Breaking Wind, it depended on each individual's comprehension and opportunity.

  Only to see Tuoba Feng pick up a Songmu bow, bend the bow and set the arrow, the crystal clear bowstring transforms into a full moon. At this moment, Xiao Yi has an illusion that Tuoba Feng's breath suddenly becomes vague and uncertain, a shocking aura bursts out, the arrow has not left the string, a hundred feet away an iron wooden stake has been cut open by an invisible force, revealing a series of hideous mouths.

  Xiao Yi carefully observed, paying attention to Tuoba Feng's every move, concentrating his spirit and energy, the battle energy flowing inside him, in his mind appeared Tuoba Feng's figure, from taking the bow to placing the arrow, even that invisible air mechanism, all were remembered by Xiao Yi. At this moment, a strand of battle energy accidentally touched the stone mirror on his chest.

  Boom!

  It was as if the heavens and earth had changed, the stars shifting in an instant. Xiao Yi saw a vast expanse of land before him, with a lone figure standing a hundred feet away, its back to him.