Covering the Sky: I am the White Tiger Immortal Elixir

After reading the memories of this Sendai Secret Realm, Bai Qi's face turned completely gloomy.

Qixia Sect's stronghold is the largest stronghold of Yin Yang Sect in the southern region of the Eastern Wilderness. In addition to this, Yin Yang Sect has twelve other strongholds in the southern region, some open and some covert, scattered in all directions.

These strongholds are far inferior to those of the Qixia Sect.

As Bai Qi suspected, the truth was that the Yin Yang Sect had intricate connections with some local forces in the Eastern Wilderness, such as the True Demon Palace, Misty Peak, Four Symbols Holy Land, and Nine Heavens Holy Land.

They accepted benefits from the Yin-Yang Sect to facilitate their activities in the Eastern Wilderness. As for what the Yin-Yang Sect was actually doing, they neither cared nor inquired; each minding their own business.

Some lineages, though vaguely aware of the truth, chose to turn a blind eye. These were primarily represented by powerful families, such as the Song family, one of the ten largest financial groups in the Eastern Wilderness.

The Yin-Yang Sect offers so many benefits that they are enough to shut up many other sects, blind themselves, and constantly comfort themselves that it is not their own disciples who will suffer.

As for how heartbroken those children's parents are, how many nights they will wake up crying, what does it matter to them?

Bai Qi, his face ashen, crushed the man's primordial spirit: "There are more filthy things in the Eastern Wilderness than I imagined."

The fighting below continued, with shouts of battle deafening.

Ye Fan raised his rainbow light, held his double maces high, and charged into the enemy formation. Xuanhuang Qi coiled around them like a real dragon, and with each swing, someone was shattered.

His fighting style was extremely wild, without any fancy techniques, just smashing with his mace.

The twin maces, forged from the source of all things' primordial energy, are as heavy as mountains; even a gentle swing is enough to crush a small mountain peak.

This is a unique heavy weapon in the universe, perfectly complementing the brute force of the Ancient Sacred Body.

Ye Fan fought with increasing ferocity, his twin maces dancing like wheels in his hands. The primordial energy of all things transformed into two ferocious dragons, causing chaos and defeat wherever they went.

A middle-aged member of the Yin-Yang Sect, a member of the Four Extremes Sect, seized the opportunity and struck Ye Fan in the back with a palm strike. The palm wind was as strong as a mountain, and it was the Yin-Yang Sect's ultimate technique, the Xuan Tian Zhan. Clearly, he was aiming to kill.

However, a large green bronze shield, shrouded in the primordial energy of all things, suddenly appeared and blocked the palm strike.

The middle-aged cultivator's palm was imprinted on the large shield, and a strange curse instantly erupted.

The flesh on his arm melted away rapidly, revealing the stark white bone, and rust spread wildly upwards.

"what……"

The middle-aged cultivator screamed in terror and frantically shook his arm, but seeing that it was useless, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and cut the arm off at the wrist.

At that very moment, a mace wielding the power of all things and a three-foot-long green copper blade simultaneously slashed towards the middle-aged cultivator.

The mace and the knife fell almost simultaneously, the force of the wind was like a mountain collapsing, and the shockwave was like a tsunami, clearing a vacuum zone around them.

Ye Fan and Pang Bo, positioned on the left and right respectively, worked together seamlessly.

Ye Fan's double maces were as heavy as Mount Tai, designed to strike directly at the front. He could overcome any technique with sheer force, regardless of the opponent's moves; he would just smash them first.

Pang Bo's sword and shield were unpredictable, always targeting the most difficult and vicious angles.

These two have been inseparable since they were toddlers, and they are already very familiar with each other. With just a glance from Ye Fan, Pang Bo knows which direction Ye Fan is going to rush in.

With Pang Bo's shield tilted slightly, Ye Fan knew exactly which angle to strike from.

The two fought until their blood boiled, their eyes fixed on the enemy's weaknesses, completely forgetting where they were.

Ye Fan let out a long roar and used the secret weapon control technique that Bai Qi had taught him.

One of the maces, the Mother Qi of All Things, flew out into the sky, while the other mace merged with Ye Fan, and rolling Xuanhuang Qi swirled around his fist.

The powerful killing techniques from the Emperor's Scripture were unleashed one after another, radiating a heart-stopping brilliance in Ye Fan's hands.

His momentum surged, each punch as heavy as a cascading galaxy, causing the Yin-Yang Sect cultivators to crumble at the mere touch.

Pang Bo followed behind Ye Fan, holding a green copper shield in front of him while concealing his green copper sword behind it.

If Ye Fan is a rampaging, unruly dragon, then Pang Bo is a venomous dragon patiently waiting to pounce.

The two displayed perfect teamwork, with Ye Fan launching a fierce frontal attack while Pang Bo provided support from the flanks.

Bai Qi's eyelids twitched as he watched from high above.

It's so similar, almost like they were made from the same mold.

He felt that the Emperor's Technique in Ye Fan's hands was far more authentic than the one he used himself.

The Emperor's Technique unleashed by Bai Qi was filled with overwhelming demonic energy and boundless killing intent.

In Ye Fan's hands, the Emperor's Technique was majestic and imposing, with every move exuding an aura that commanded respect from all corners of the world.

Even though Bai Qi knew Ye Fan's background clearly, he was still a little stunned at this moment.

How did you develop this kind of aura? Do you think your opponent is like the little Karami you crushed when you were starting your business on Earth?

I often tell you to be firm in your beliefs and to thoroughly implement the teachings to strengthen your resolve.

But I'm afraid you'll fall into the illusion that "I am truly the reincarnation of the Emperor"!

I'm not asking you to use my imagination to confirm this!

Perhaps the only difference between Ye Fan and the Emperor is that the former's fist is wrapped with the Mother Qi of All Things, while the latter's is with Chaos Qi.

But the problem is...

The difference isn't that big...

On the contrary, the primordial energy of all things is even rarer than the primordial energy of chaos...

Holy crap, even I, the mastermind behind this, am completely bewildered. What would happen if the old gods of mythology saw this?

Bai Qi silently took out the Holy Spirit Dragon Pearl and inhaled a few breaths, allowing himself to reach the pinnacle of the second transformation of the Dragon Transformation.

If he didn't hurry up and cultivate, he was really afraid that he wouldn't be able to keep up with Ye Fan's speed in breaking through the four extremes.

Ye Fan no longer needs to painstakingly collect resources. The only thing that can delay his cultivation in the Dao Palace Secret Realm is following the Tiger Heart Society in their campaigns.

The campaign purged the Eastern Wilderness, attacked the Yin-Yang Cult, fought against the Alliance of Wronged Seeds, and eradicated assassin organizations. Later, even the ancient myriad races emerged.

Rather than calling it a delay, it's more accurate to say it's laying the foundation for Ye Fan's rise after reaching the fourth level.

This is equivalent to turning Ye Fan's early solo fighting mode into a snowballing trend of large-scale army operations.

Bai Qi lit a cigarette for himself.

It seems I'm not the only one building up my influence; my vice president is too!

Great, very energetic!

As expected of the soldiers I led, they have some of my style. This is how they should rise to prominence!

Wind and thunder interact to produce clouds and rain.

Rainwater is the union of heaven and earth, the transformation of yin and yang.

Its spirit is moistening, its meaning is continuous, its momentum is unstoppable, and its breadth is immeasurable.

With the lightning and wind disasters preceding him, the enlightenment from the rain disaster was a natural progression for Bai Qi.

Thunder is the command of heaven and earth, wind is the breath of heaven and earth, and rain is the interaction of yin and yang. The three are interdependent and are one.

Ye Fan fought fiercely and gradually became the most dazzling presence on the battlefield below.

His once black hair was now disheveled, mostly stained with blood—some of his own, but mostly of his enemies'.

Although he was only at the first level of the Dao Palace, his imposing aura made all the cultivators from the Eastern Wilderness present feel a sense of unease.

"Is this the vice president of the Tiger Heart Society? He actually broke the curse that prevents the Ancient Sacred Body from cultivating."

"Why do I feel that Ye Fan, even if placed in one of the other four domains, would be qualified to compete for the position of leader among the younger generation?"

"He is clearly also cultivating the Emperor's Scripture. The Tiger Heart Society has too deep a foundation, actually mastering the Emperor's Scriptures of both the human and demon races at the same time. I just don't know which Emperor's scripture it is."

The rogue cultivators whispered among themselves, their voices filled with disbelief.

The Ancient Sacred Body, a special existence considered a useless body, actually shone brightly again in Bai Qi's hands.

They had no idea how many rare and precious materials Bai Yong had used to push Ye Fan to this point.

But they could see that this vice president of the Tiger Heart Society was destined to stir up trouble in the future.