"Alright."

"Duke An, Divine Shooter."

"Duke An’s archery truly lives up to its reputation. Wasn’t that a distance of two hundred paces?"

"..."

Listening to the cheers of the young men, Chen Mo, who was accustomed to praise, suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.

Having been somewhat bored, Chen Mo decided to stay at the training field to guide the young men of the Xiao Family in practicing archery skills.

For the children of noble families, riding and archery is also part of their upbringing.

The Six Arts of the Gentleman: ceremony, music, archery, charioteering, writing, and mathematics.

Archery and charioteering refer to the skills of archery and driving carriages.

Archery techniques include maintaining body posture, keeping the aiming point steady, implementing a consistent bow-drawing method, and consistent points of force.

Though Chen Mo was not guided by a master, through his own "efforts," he had found his own path.

Watching the young men practicing archery according to his method, Chen Mo suddenly thought of something.

He even felt like slapping himself for a moment.

He had previously spent a significant amount of silver manufacturing the Divine Arm Crossbow; despite spending so much, production in a year was not high, and after such effort, he had completely forgotten about the Compound Bow.

The Compound Bow, from modern society in Chen Mo’s past life, was a legally owned lethal weapon for ordinary people, with power greater than that of a typical handgun.

Online, there are even videos of people using a Compound Bow to shoot through riot shields.

Isn’t this power comparable to the Divine Arm Crossbow?

And most importantly, the Compound Bow is easy to replicate.

In his past life as a rich second-generation, he had also bought and played with a Compound Bow, understanding its structure. As long as he could draw the plans, it wouldn’t be difficult to have craftsmen make it.

At this moment, Chen Mo was filled with excitement.

It’s known that the materials for making Compound Bows are not expensive; instead, they are very cheap. As in ancient East Asia, they were made with elongated strips of composite wood or bone.

Chen Mo lost the mood to continue practicing archery with the young men and decided to act immediately.

Chen Mo was initially going to return to the other courtyard, but on the way, he ran into Xiao Ya. Eager to draw up the Compound Bow from his mind, he said directly to Xiao Ya, "Xiaoya, I remember you live nearby."

Xiao Ya was momentarily surprised and nodded.

"Do you have paper and pen in your room?" Chen Mo asked.

Xiao Ya nodded again. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"Then quickly take me there," Chen Mo urged.

"Ah?"

Xiao Ya blushed but didn’t refuse and led Chen Mo to her room.

After bringing Chen Mo to her room, Xiao Ya blushed even more. Besides her father, Chen Mo was the first man to enter her room.

Xiao Ya’s room was tidy and simple, full of a young girl’s fragrance. Chen Mo didn’t have the mind to take in the room and went straight to the inner room’s desk to search for paper and pen.

Just as Chen Mo was about to grind the ink, Xiao Ya proactively said, "Brother Mo, let me grind the ink for you."

Chen Mo nodded and spread a large sheet of white paper over the desk.

Xiao Ya curiously asked, "Brother Mo, can you draw?"

"It’s not painting, you’ll see in a moment. Is the ink ready?"

"Yes, it’s ready."

...

Chen Mo held a small brush and, based on his memories, began to carefully outline the image of the Compound Bow on the paper.

The most crucial component of the Compound Bow—the pulleys—were essential.

"Is this a bow?" Xiao Ya’s clear eyes gleamed as she looked at the drawing Chen Mo had made. Curious, she added, "Brother Mo, why does this bow have two wheels?"

She found the bow on the paper quite strange.

Chen Mo didn’t respond to her immediately. Instead, he stared at the drawing, continuously recalling the details of the Compound Bow from his memory to see if he’d missed anything.

After several revisions, draft after draft.

Finally, half an hour later, Chen Mo obtained a drawing that satisfied him.

"Xiaoya, it’s done. Thank you," Chen Mo said to Xiao Ya after admiring it for a while.

When he received no response, Chen Mo turned his head and saw that Xiao Ya had at some point pulled a chair over, sat down beside him, and fallen asleep on the table.

Her peaceful sleeping face was like a delicate flower, quietly blooming. The gentle breeze from the window lightly stirred her silky, smooth hair.

Chen Mo couldn’t resist reaching out to stroke Xiao Ya’s head.

Xiao Ya’s sleep was light; as she merely drowsed, Chen Mo’s touch awoke her, and she looked at him with big, bewildered eyes.

Moments later, she quickly stood up, her eyes glistening like black grapes, her fair cheeks flushed like sunset glow, "Brother Mo, are you done?"

"Yes, thank you for the paper and brush."

"No need to thank me, Brother Mo. I’m glad I could help," the young girl said, looking intently at the young man, meeting his gaze.

Chen Mo pulled her in front of him, eyes filled with tenderness, and cupped Xiao Ya’s face, leaning in for a kiss.

Xiao Ya felt her lips go soft and warm, just a gentle touch, yet the feeling went straight to her heart.

"Brother Mo kissed me again..."

Xiao Ya’s face burned. This wasn’t the first time she’d been kissed, but this time felt more intense than before. Helplessly, she didn’t know where to place her hands. She began to tremble, her whole body warming up, and her mind felt dizzy, instinctively squeezing her legs together, her thighs subtly rubbing.

Suddenly feeling the hem of her skirt being lifted, and two warm, large hands covering her bottom.

Xiao Ya’s head felt like it was about to explode. She weakly pushed Chen Mo twice, and as he parted his lips for breath, she seized the opportunity to say, "Brother Mo, don’t..."