Covering the Sky: The Ruthless Empress's Brother, Becoming an Emperor Through Biting!

Jiang Xuan pulled out seven or eight spirit weapons from the magic lid with his other hand.

"then!"

He casually tossed it towards the densest part of the crowd.

"It's a summoned weapon!"

"He threw it at me!"

"mine!"

The cultivators stopped in their tracks the moment they saw weapons flying towards them, and a fight broke out on the spot over the seven or eight weapons.

"You have no sense of aesthetics."

Jiang Xuan shook his head.

"And here's another big gift for you!"

Immediately, he threw the two spirit weapons at another group of people rushing towards him.

"Oh no... again!"

The group of people were just about to rob it.

"burst."

Jiang Xuan gave a soft shout.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The two spiritual weapons, which he had infused with a trace of divine power, exploded in mid-air!

A terrifying shockwave, carrying fragments of swords and blades, instantly engulfed the area.

"ah--!"

"Help!"

Screams rose and fell.

"Xiao Fan, Pang Bo, run!"

"Okay!"

Taking advantage of the explosion's flames and endless chaos.

Jiang Xuan and his two companions vanished into the valley like ghosts in an instant.

Only a group of cultivators, who had fought tooth and nail over a few weapons, were left standing bewildered in the wind.

Jiang Xuan was extremely fast. Although he looked lazy, when he really ran, Ye Fan and Pang Bo combined couldn't keep up with him.

He carried one of them by the back of their collars in each hand, traversing the mountains and forests as if walking on flat ground.

"Uncle... Uncle... slow down... I'm going to throw up..." Pang Bo felt his face being distorted by the wind.

Jiang Xuan ignored him until they crossed several mountains, completely left the central area of ​​the Emperor's Tomb, and arrived at an extremely secluded valley waterfall before he finally let go.

"Thump."

"Thump."

Ye Fan and Pang Bo were casually tossed onto the grass by him.

"Huff...huff..." Pang Bo lay on the ground, panting heavily, and it took him a long time to catch his breath.

Ye Fan fared much better. He rolled over and got up, leaning against an ancient tree, his face beaming with barely suppressed excitement.

"uncle."

Ye Fan's voice trembled as he looked at Jiang Xuan.

"We're rich now!"

He began to tally up his gains.

That heavy, green gold, imbued with a strange Daoist charm, was called "Immortal Tears."

There were also two spirit weapons that he had taken from Duan De.

Not to mention the countless treasures Jiang Xuan has collected in that demonic shell.

The harvest this time was simply unimaginable.

Pang Bo also got up from the ground, wiped his face, and looked happy.

"Hehe, yeah."

He scratched his head, then suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, right."

Pang Bo mysteriously pulled out the gold paper he had casually grabbed from his pocket.

"Uncle, Yezi, look at this."

"This is..." Ye Fan also came closer.

This golden piece of paper feels light to the touch, yet it is exceptionally sturdy. It is covered with ancient tadpole-like characters and exudes an aura of "Tao".

"These are the scriptures I found," Pang Bo said, his tone uncertain.

"I think I understood the first two words."

He looked at Jiang Xuan and Ye Fan, and asked cautiously, "This seems to be... a Daoist scripture?"

Jiang Xuan was leaning against a rock by the waterfall, enjoying the mist.

Upon hearing this, he lazily opened his eyes.

He glanced at the gold-colored paper.

"oh."

He took it and flipped through it casually.

"The Daoist Scriptures and the Ocean of Wheels"

Jiang Xuan's tone was indifferent.

"What?!"

"Is it really a Taoist scripture?"

Ye Fan and Pang Bo both exclaimed in surprise!

Pang Bo, in particular, found his breathing becoming heavy.

Taoist scriptures!

This is one of the oldest and most powerful imperial scriptures in legend!

He actually picked up a scroll by chance?

"I...I..." Pang Bo was so excited that he couldn't speak coherently. He felt that his luck was absolutely incredible.

"Yes," Jiang Xuan confirmed, "It is the Dao Scripture Wheel Sea Scroll, that's right."

He smiled and tossed the golden paper back to Pang Bo.

"Pang Bo, I didn't expect you to be so lucky."

"Hehe...hehe..." Pang Bo's hands were trembling as he held the scroll of Taoist scriptures.

He was happy for a long time, but then he gritted his teeth and made a decision.

He held the Taoist scripture and solemnly handed it to Jiang Xuan and Ye Fan.

"Uncle, Yezi."

Pang Bo's expression was very serious: "This thing is too valuable. It's not appropriate for me to carry it alone. Let's study it together!"

Although this was an opportunity he stumbled upon, he was well aware of it in his heart.

Without Jiang Xuan and Ye Fan, he wouldn't even have been able to get into those ruins.

Jiang Xuan glanced at him, somewhat surprised.

Then, Jiang Xuan smiled.

"Um."

He nodded, a look of satisfaction on his face.

"You've got some conscience after all."

Jiang Xuan stood up and patted Pang Bo on the shoulder.

"Your uncle didn't spoil you for nothing."

"..."

Pang Bo's lips twitched. He really wanted to ask, "Uncle, when have you ever shown me any affection?"

But he didn't dare.

Jiang Xuan did not take the scroll of Daoist scriptures.

Instead, he looked at Ye Fan.

"Xiao Fan".

"Ah? Uncle," Ye Fan replied.

Jiang Xuan pointed to the Daoist scripture: "Come here."

"Me?" Ye Fan was taken aback. "Uncle, this is Pang Bo's opportunity, and aren't you going to take a look first?"

"Me?" Jiang Xuan yawned. "I'll look at it later."

He suddenly remembered something else.

"Oh, right," Jiang Xuan reminded him, "didn't you find a Bodhi seed in that dilapidated temple?"

"Yes, I'm here." Ye Fan nodded.

"When you're meditating later, hold that Bodhi seed in your hand," Jiang Xuan instructed. "That thing may not look like much, but it can enhance your comprehension."

"Oh……"

Ye Fan nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

But he still felt something was wrong.

Why isn't my uncle worried at all about such a precious Taoist scripture?

"Then why don't you start cultivating first, Uncle?" Ye Fan asked curiously.

Logically speaking, such supreme scriptures should be practiced as early as possible.

"I?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xuan looked at Ye Fan with the eyes one would give a junior.

He found a more comfortable rock and slowly lay down.

"Of course I'll wait for you, my dear nephew, to figure it out first."

Ye Fan: "?"

A smile appeared on Jiang Xuan's face.

"Think about it."

"After you have grasped the meaning, I will cultivate according to your understanding."

"Wouldn't that be twice as effective with half the effort?"

"..."

An eerie silence fell over the waterfall.

Ye Fan, holding the Dao Scripture Wheel Sea Scroll in his hands, froze on the spot.

Pang Bo's mouth dropped open, his face blank with disbelief.

Is this even possible?

Good guy!

In Ye Fan's mind, ten thousand divine beasts galloped through his mind.

Uncle, so that's what you were planning!

You painstakingly study and comprehend those ancient and profound scriptures, and then you try to cultivate according to my insights?

No, you're actually "nibbling" at me!

This moment.

Ye Fan couldn't help but look up at the sky speechlessly.

He felt that his uncle...

This seems a bit unreliable!