I planted the spiritual roots for my people, and they bestowed upon me a body inscribed with incense

However, Li Daqiang clearly underestimated the sharpness of the cleaver. When the white tiger's right claw faced the cleaver, it only caused Li Daqiang a slight obstruction.

The white tiger's right claw was cleanly sliced ​​through by the cleaver. Seeing this, Li Daqiang rolled away, dodging the white tiger's sinister attack.

After rolling over, Li Daqiang stared in shock at the machete in his hand. The white tiger's flesh and blood were fine, but its bones were also easily chopped off by the machete. Li Daqiang was speechless at the sharpness of the machete.

The once fierce white tiger had lost its previous momentum, and its roar was now trembling with fear and pain.

Seeing this, Li Daqiang had no intention of letting go of the white tiger that had just terrified him. He had been in the Vajra Sect for half a year, and tiger gall wine and tiger meat were absolute treasures for martial artists.

If they could kill it, then he, Li Yuan, and even Li Tong would have more than enough time to cultivate to the level of a third-rate martial artist. After all, the most yang beast in the world is not just a name without substance.

The white tiger stared fearfully at the machete in Li Daqiang's hand, and was about to retreat when Li Daqiang moved. Gripping the machete in one hand, he charged at the white tiger with a powerful slash.

Seeing that it couldn't escape, the white tiger quickly pushed off the ground with its two hind legs, and its left paw caught Li Daqiang's cleaver.

In an instant, Li Daqiang cut off the white tiger's left claw. With both claws cut off, the white tiger was completely powerless to resist and was quickly dealt with by Li Daqiang without even struggling.

At this moment, Li Yuan was completely shocked by what he saw. His father had actually dealt with the white tiger without even a scratch.

However, before Li Yuan could even be shocked, Li Daqiang summoned him to his side.

"We'll talk about everything when we get back. First, let's dispose of the white tiger's corpse... otherwise, the smell of blood will quickly attract new ferocious beasts, and if they're even stronger than this white tiger, we'll be in grave danger..."

At this point, Li Daqiang began to dispose of the white tiger's corpse on the ground, using both his hands and feet.

Seeing this, Li Yuan quickly stepped forward to help. This white tiger was over five meters long and weighed more than three thousand catties. Although Li Daqiang had practiced martial arts, he was still not a master.

It's clear that even Li Daqiang and Li Yuan combined wouldn't be able to lift the white tiger, which weighs over 3,000 jin.

Therefore, Li Daqiang planned to take back the tiger penis, tiger gall, tiger heart, and some precious materials from the white tiger, while only taking the upper half of the remaining tiger meat.

With his incredibly sharp machete, Li Daqiang found it very easy to dissect the white tiger. Soon, he had collected all the valuable parts of the tiger.

The two men looked at the remaining tiger meat with great heartache, but their primary goal was not to feel sorry for the tiger meat, but to find a way out of Daheng Mountain.

Fortunately, Li Daqiang was an experienced hunter. After wandering around in the dense forest for several hours, Li Daqiang led Li Yuan out of Daheng Mountain.

Not long after the two left Daheng Mountain, at the spot where Li Daqiang killed the white tiger, three cultivators in blue robes were standing.

The leader of the three looked at the bloodstains on the ground, then at the remaining two and said:

"Junior brothers, judging from the bloodstains on the ground, it seems that the bloodline of the elder's mount has perished."

One of the other two slowly spoke.

"Senior Brother Qingmu, Elder Hu has ordered us to bring back the offspring of his mount so that it can break through to the Foundation Establishment stage. Now that this mess has happened, what about our mission?"

Upon hearing this, the leading senior brother, Aoki, immediately sneered:

"Just tell the truth, anyway, this matter has nothing to do with us."

"As for the mission, do you really think Old Tiger will give us a few nomination slots?"

"In the end, it all goes to that little bastard from the Great Qing Kingdom."

"Sigh... In what ways is our senior brother not better than him?" The person who asked the question sighed slowly after saying that.

Upon hearing this, Senior Brother Qingmu's expression grew even more sinister. After a long pause, he spoke.

"Let's go back to the sect and report. We'll talk about the rest later."

Back at Li Yuan's side, the two were completely unaware of the tiger's origins and were happily carrying it home.

After leaving Daheng Mountain, the road ahead was no longer difficult for Li Daqiang. The two walked for another hour, and then it got dark again.

If it were just Li Daqiang alone, who was skilled in martial arts and possessed a strength of over a thousand jin, there wouldn't be any problem. However, after a day of torment, Li Yuan was already somewhat exhausted.

Only then did Li Yuan realize how much perseverance his father, Li Daqiang, had put into going to Daheng Mountain every month for the past two years.

Looking at Li Daqiang resting to the side, Li Yuan finally accepted his father, who had studied martial arts.

This time, Li Daqiang and his companion were not as lucky as before. They couldn't find a suitable place to rest, so they could only cut down two trees nearby and build a makeshift shed to prepare for their rest.

The reason for building this wooden shed was not for the two to rest, but to store the white tiger's flesh and blood. In this weather, if the white tiger's flesh and blood were thrown directly on the ground, it would rot quickly. If it were hung in the air, it could last until the two brought the tiger meat home.

Another reason the two did not travel at night was that once they left Daheng Mountain, bandits were everywhere in the area, and many of them were skilled martial artists. Even Li Daqiang had to be cautious.

Li Yuan was no longer in the mood to sleep. The incredible power of the cleaver had shown him the effects of the mysterious gas, and there were twenty-three more such mysterious gases in the three-colored beads in Li Yuan's mind.

Li Yuan was wondering if the mysterious gas in his mind had any other use besides making weapons tougher and sharper.

Thinking of this, Li Yuan had a bold idea. This idea lingered in Li Yuan's mind. After hesitating for a moment, Li Yuan decided to try using a wisp of mysterious gas.

Thinking of this, Li Yuan took out the ginseng he had dug up, which was a hundred years old, from his package. At the same time, Li Yuan drew out a wisp of mysterious gas from his mind and tried to integrate the mysterious gas into the ginseng.

The mysterious gas showed no abnormalities upon contact with the ginseng; it simply emanated from beside it. Li Yuan couldn't help but think to himself:

"It seems that this mysterious gas has no effect on ginseng."

Seeing that the ginseng was useless, Li Yuan put it back into his pack. Li Yuan was now certain that the mysterious gas seemed to only make weapons sharper.

However, this was only the gold color among the three-colored beads; there were also milky white and cyan-green colors. The beads were still completely grayish-brown. After focusing on the three-colored beads for a moment, Li Yuan withdrew his attention and put the ginseng away. Seeing that his father was keeping watch at night, Li Yuan lay down next to the wooden shed and began to plan the use of the mysterious gas.

Before that, Li Yuan carefully considered where this mysterious gas came from and how to make the three-colored beads regenerate the mysterious gas after it was used up.

Clearly, Li Yuan had pondered this problem all night but hadn't come up with a solution, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

Although Li Daqiang had already left Daheng Mountain, he wouldn't let his guard down until he got home. With nothing else to do, Li Daqiang quickly began practicing the Vajra Fist technique.

The next day, just as the first light of dawn appeared on the horizon, Li Daqiang woke up Li Yuan and urged them to continue their journey. Li Yuan then realized what was happening and helped Li Daqiang with some of the loads. The two then continued their journey along the official road.

Li Daqiang, carrying tiger meat, could not hide it and soon encountered some commoners on the official road.

Seeing Li Daqiang carrying the white tiger, pedestrians quickly moved aside to let him pass first. However, some bolder individuals approached Li Daqiang to talk to him, wanting to buy some tiger meat.

Seeing that his tiger meat had attracted many people, Li Daqiang knew that this would inevitably cause trouble. Therefore, he refused all those who came to buy his tiger meat. If anyone said anything more, Li Daqiang would change his expression and scold them.

In addition, Li Daqiang was covered in blood, and everyone knew that he was not someone to be trifled with, so no one tried to mess with him along the way.