Covering the Sky: I am the White Tiger Immortal Elixir

The mace is a heavy striking weapon, and its techniques mainly consist of powerful movements such as smashing, sweeping, chopping, and thrusting.

This weapon emphasizes ferocity and speed; there is a saying that it can be used to strike white sand in the rain and chop firewood in a chaotic manner.

Throughout history, those who wielded maces were invariably people of fiery temper and unyielding integrity.

The character 銏 (mǎn) means a simple or concise object.

He doesn't hide his sharpness or clever tricks; his attacks are always straightforward and honest, every strike and sweep filled with righteous killing intent.

This weapon is too heavy, too straight, and too rigid; it allows no room for any twists or turns.

Smash it! It's like Mount Tai pressing down on you. No matter what moves you use, I'll smash it down with my mace.

Sweep means to sweep away all enemies; no matter how many troops you have, I will sweep them away with one mace.

Therefore, those who use maces are mostly not good at speaking, do not like to scheme, and once they have identified a principle, they will stick to it to the end.

Among the more recent figures are Niu Gao and Qin Qiong, and even further back, there is the taciturn but honest Huang Jin Gu Huang.

Bai Qizai carefully examined Ye Fan.

You wicked Ye Hei, full of evil schemes and twisted ideas, you even want to use double maces.

Aside from the unexpected underhanded tactic of using the mace as a trump card, this weapon has a partial connection to you.

Hmm, maybe we can't think of it that way.

The Ancient Sacred Body, a physique that lacks any inherent mechanism and relies solely on numerical values, seems quite suitable for a mace.

As you can see, the most sophisticated weapon in the universe, the Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron, became nothing more than a brick in Ye Fan's hands.

Ye Fan had no idea about mechanics; this kid was all about numbers. He relied solely on his strength to navigate the universe, with high damage output from both his right and left hands.

The force of the punch left Gu Jinpeng dizzy and disoriented, but he insisted that it was the intent of the Heavenly Emperor Fist that had subdued him.

Furthermore, this seemingly grand and imposing, yet actually wicked, holy body seems quite fitting for the underhanded tactic of using a trump card.

The "trump card" sounds like a straightforward and decisive strike to defeat the enemy, but in reality it is a sneak attack that takes advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness.

However, Ye Fan is using a mace instead of a cauldron; does that make sense?

Bai Qi slurped his noodles while looking around.

I didn't see the ruthless Heavenly Emperor who was modifying the timeline.

Ye Fan gnawed on a roast chicken, mumbling, "Strength can overcome technique. No matter how fancy your methods are, I'll smash them with one blow. It's delicious."

For more than a year, he and Pang Bo ate vegetarian food all day long, their mouths filled with nothing but bland soup, and the Taoist scriptures they recited sounded like Buddhist scriptures.

As the roast chicken entered his mouth, its oily juices flowed freely, and Ye Fan felt completely at ease.

Bai Qi stared straight at him.

Ye Fan felt a little uncomfortable under their gaze: "President, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Bai Qi continued slurping his noodles, "it's just quite unexpected."

"What's the surprise?"

"I thought you were going to forge a cauldron."

"What are you saying, Chairman?" Ye Fan wiped the grease from his mouth. "I get the feeling you're implying I'm going to rebel."

"You're overthinking it," Bai Qi called out, continuing the conversation.

Ye Fan's expression turned serious: "President, I, Ye Fan, am not the kind of person who would forget kindness."

Qin Qiong fought for several masters throughout his life, from Zhang Xutuo to Li Mi, from Li Mi to Wang Shichong, and finally returned to the Tang Dynasty.

People never called him fickle; they only praised him for his unparalleled loyalty and righteousness.

Why?

Because Qin Qiong chose his master not for wealth and glory, but for the righteousness in his heart.

Zhang Xutuo treated him like a son, and he fought to the death for him, only being forced to leave after the city fell.

Li Mi had shown him great kindness, and he did his utmost to help him until Li Mi himself lost the support of the people.

"I, Ye Fan, dare not compare myself to Qin Qiong, but I still believe in the importance of repaying kindness."

"The president extended my parents' lives and gave me divine fruit in the desolate forbidden land. I will remember this kindness for the rest of my life."

"With these two maces, I can use one to defeat all enemies under heaven, and the other to protect my own people."

Bai Qi was silent for a moment: "Are you finished?"

"That's all."

He tapped Ye Fan on the head with his chopsticks: "Now that things have come to this, let's eat first."

Ye Fan chuckled and continued to focus on the roast chicken.

Seeing Ye Fan wolfing down his food, Bai Qi knew that the kid was telling the truth.

Of course, this did not prevent him from continuing to harbor evil intentions in the future.

"Uncle, another roast chicken, please!" Bai Qi called out to the kitchen.

Jiang Haisheng responded.

Jiang Tingting tiptoed and peered behind the counter.

Bai Qi waved to her.

The little girl hesitated for a moment, then ran over with small, quick steps.

Bai Qiman tried to make his expression look kind: "You're growing too, here, have a chicken leg."

Jiang Tingting stared longingly at the chicken leg, then shook her head: "Thank you, big brother, but I'm not hungry."

Bai Qi shoved the chicken leg into her hand, brooking no refusal: "You little brat, you can't even lie properly."

The little girl immediately smiled happily.

Bai Qi had no gold or silver, but he did have floor tiles knocked off from the celestial palace.

Over millions of years, the spiritual essence of the floor tiles has been lost, and they look no different from ordinary white jade.

Bai Qi smashed a floor tile with his fist and handed one to Jiang Haisheng.

"Sir, can I stay at this hotel?"

"We've been struggling to provide you with food and drink these past few days, so just deduct the money from that."

Jiang Haisheng wiped his hands with his apron: "There's an empty room in the backyard, I'll go tidy it up now."

He could tell that these two young men were no ordinary people; they were very likely cultivators.

This was the first time he had ever met such an easy-going practitioner.

The backyard wasn't large, but a lush old locust tree covered most of it with its branches and leaves.

Bai Qi took out the ancient Heavenly Court's array flags and set them up around the area.

The array flags were planted and disappeared into the void, the patterns on them lit up and then went out, and the aura of the entire courtyard was isolated.

Bai Qi pretended to take out the green bronze cauldron and hung the Divine Mark Purple Gold Pagoda between the two of them.

The tower cascades down in countless purple rays, making the place look like a fairyland.

The Emperor's Scripture is not like the Daoist Scripture; its cultivation threshold is extremely high.

Ye Fan's physical strength is currently sufficient, but he needs a slight boost in comprehension.

The Divine Mark Purple Gold Pagoda began to slowly rotate.

The tower has nine stories, each carved with intricate Taoist patterns that move like dragons amidst purple mist and divine glow.

Ye Fan sat cross-legged beneath the tower, holding a Bodhi seed in his hand, feeling an unprecedented sense of oppression.

One by one, characters emerged from the green bronze cauldron, exuding an aura of arrogance and dominance.

Ye Fan felt as if an ancient god was looking down on him, an ant in the Bitter Sea Realm.

Unlike the Daoist scriptures, the Emperor's Classic does not emphasize gradual progress or the accumulation of knowledge over time.

The entire Emperor's Sutra consists of only two words.

Push horizontally.

Bai Qi pretended to capture Dao traces, reciting the Emperor's Scripture and preaching to Ye Fan.

The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but I am the shore.

When the fountain of life dries up, my blood will be the source.

The sacred bridge is broken and destroyed; my spine will serve as its beam.

The other shore is unseen; my journey is the path.

Ye Fan was jolted awake, and the sea of ​​bitterness surged like boiling water, with towering waves rising from the once calm surface.

"You need some time to adjust after switching from the Daoist scriptures to the Emperor's Sutra."

"Don't go anywhere these next few days, just stay under the tower and practice your skills."

Bai Qi took out a fragment of the Nine-Turn Immortal Pill and handed it to Ye Fan.

The Emperor's Scripture is domineering, and requires a massive amount of essence and energy to sustain it during cultivation.

With just this simple spirit-gathering array, it would take Ye Fan an eternity to complete the transformation.

"This is a fragment of the Nine-Turn Immortal Pill that the Emperor refined using my original body. Consuming it will save you a great deal of hard work."

Ye Fan didn't say anything, took the fragment and swallowed it directly.

The moment the fragment of the elixir entered his body, Ye Fan trembled violently, feeling as if he had swallowed a sun.

A purple-gold pagoda hangs above his head, a Bodhi seed is held in his hand, and the smoke of enlightenment is wafted from his mouth.

Ye Fan began to focus all his energy on changing his cultivation technique.

Seeing that he was engrossed in the moment, Bai Qi didn't disturb him and got up to go find Jiang Tingting.