The Heavens: Man Covers the Heavens, Refines Treasures to Become an Emperor

At this moment, a tall student walked over and patted Ning Meng on the shoulder.

"Ningmeng, your mortal enemy Changsun Hen has also arrived."

Ning Meng's face instantly darkened, and his eyes held a murderous aura that Jiang Xuan had never seen before.

"knew."

Ning Meng said coldly, and the man wisely left.

Jiang Xuan wanted to ask something, but seeing Ning Meng's expression, he simply finished the rest of his food in silence.

After breakfast, the 28 trainees at Camp 39 received a notification.

Each trainee who trained at Training Ground No. 10 received five points.

Jiang Xuan then realized that the first month's training should take place in training grounds 1-9, and ground 10 was for the preparation of the second month.

Of the fifty people who reported for duty, only twenty-eight remain. The attrition rate of the Bloodthirsty Camp is alarming.

"gather!"

Instructor Xiao Ke's clear voice rang out on the training field.

Under the blazing sun, the trainees were taken to an open-air training ground.

There was no shade, no rest, only the scorching sun shining directly on everyone.

"Restore spiritual energy and restore physical condition within two hours!"

Xiao Ke's voice was beyond question.

"Close-quarters combat training will begin in two hours!"

Jiang Xuan sat down cross-legged, feeling the thin spiritual energy within his body.

Most of the students around had already entered a meditative state, and some of them were radiating a faint light, which was the effect of their innate attributes.

He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the stinging sensation in his meridians.

Two hours passed in the blink of an eye.

"stand up!"

Xiao Ke's voice was like a whip lashing at everyone's heart.

"We will now begin close-quarters combat training, one-on-one unarmed combat. A win earns one point, a loss deducts one point!"

The drawing of lots began, and Jiang Xuan looked at the slip of paper in his hand; it was Ning Meng's.

"Haha, looks like I'm going to earn some points today!"

Ning Meng laughed and patted Jiang Xuan on the shoulder, but there was no disdain in his eyes.

"But don't go easy on me."

Jiang Xuan smiled bitterly.

"I'd like to."

The two stood on the competition platform, surrounded by shouts and cheers.

Ning Meng did not use any martial arts techniques, but relied purely on strength and speed to suppress the opponent.

Jiang Xuan tried several times to deflect the attack with skillful force, but Ning Meng brute forcefully broke through each of his attempts.

"boom!"

A heavy punch landed on Jiang Xuan's abdomen, causing him to stagger backward, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

"Just admit defeat."

Ning Meng frowned.

Jiang Xuan shook his head and charged forward again.

After three moves, he was struck on the side of the face by a whip kick and fell heavily to the ground.

"Jiang Xuan was defeated, Ning Meng gained a point!"

The referee announced.

Ning Meng reached out and pulled up Jiang Xuan, whose face was bruised and swollen.

"You're too stubborn."

"We have to give it a try."

Jiang Xuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth; the five points he had earned that morning were now gone.

He looked at Ning Meng's smug smile, but felt no resentment, only anger at his own powerlessness.

During lunchtime, Jiang Xuan quietly ate his assigned food while listening to the other students discussing the morning's battles.

Both Bai Lingxi and Zhao Yin's teams seemed to win easily, with their innate advantages being fully demonstrated in actual combat.

In the afternoon, the trainees were led to an empty, closed room. On a high platform in the center of the room sat a bronze coffin, and Instructor Xu Sanqi stood before it, his gaze sharp as a knife.

"Today, you will learn to recognize and understand the enemy."

Xu Sanqi's voice was deep and powerful.

"In the Bloodthirsty Camp, you not only need to improve yourself, but also understand your opponents."

With a wave of his hand, the bronze coffin opened, revealing a peculiar corpse.

The corpse had dark red skin, unusually well-developed muscles, and three black lines on its forehead.

"The Witch Barbarian Clan, one of the three great dark races of the Dark Court, our mortal enemies."

Xu Sanqi's voice echoed in the closed room.

"Who knows anything about witchcraft?"

Bai Lingxi's cool voice rang out.

"The Wuman are divided into three major branches: the Fire Man, the Mountain Man, and the Water Man. Their cultivation methods differ from ours."

"good."

Xu Sanqi nodded.

"The cultivation realms of the Witchcraft and Barbarians are divided into five levels: Barbarian Slave, Barbarian Warrior, Warrior, Great Witch, and Spirit Awakening, which correspond to our Qi Gathering, Profound Understanding, Spiritual Qi, Cave Heaven, and Wheel Evolution realms, respectively."

He walked to the corpse, a small silver knife appearing in his hand.

"The Fire Barbarian branch has skin that is resistant to high temperatures, and their hearts are located three inches to the right; this is their fatal weakness."

The knife precisely sliced ​​open the corpse's chest cavity, exposing its internal structure.

Jiang Xuan noticed that Wu Man's heart was indeed positioned to the right more than normal, and that it was covered by a thin membrane.

"Three days later, the knowledge of the Wuman tribe will be tested."

Xu Sanqi put away the knife.

Those who fail to meet the requirements will be eliminated.

As they left the classroom, each student received a book about the Wuman tribe.

Ning Meng, standing next to Jiang Xuan, lowered his voice.

"That old man, he didn't even highlight the important points."

Jiang Xuan didn't speak, but silently accepted the "Study of the Genealogy of the Witch Barbarian Clan" handed out by the teaching assistant. The pages were yellowed, and there were dark brown stains on the edges, like dried blood.

"Walk."

Ning Meng tugged at his sleeve.

"I heard there's willpower training this afternoon."

……

"Next comes willpower training."

Instructor Xiao Ke's cold voice poured down on the heads of the exhausted trainees.

"All personnel, line up and proceed to the Spirit Pattern Hall."

Jiang Xuan rubbed his temples; the visual impact of the anatomy lesson hadn't completely subsided.

He followed the group through several stone corridors and arrived at a large circular hall. The entrance to the hall was covered with intricate spiritual runes, and even standing outside, one could feel the oppressive aura emanating from it.

"Once inside, each person should find a place to sit cross-legged."

Xiao Ke scanned the crowd.

"Hold on for one hour, without moving or making a sound. Loser will have two points deducted."

Ning Meng leaned close to Jiang Xuan's ear.

"I heard this thing can make people see their deepest fears."

Jiang Xuan clenched his fist, his nails digging into his palm.

What was he most afraid of? Was it the pain of having his spiritual vein forcibly removed that night? Or the scorn he suffered after becoming a cripple?

The interior of the main hall is more spacious than it appears from the outside, and the floor is also covered with spiritual patterns, forming a huge array pattern.

The twenty-eight students sat down in different places, and Jiang Xuan chose a seat near the edge.

"start!"

As soon as Xiao Ke finished speaking, the spiritual patterns on the ground suddenly lit up. In an instant, Jiang Xuan felt as if a million steel needles were piercing his brain at the same time.

He gritted his teeth, and the scene before him suddenly changed. He was back to that rainy night, pinned to the ground by four men in black, a gleaming dagger piercing his chest.
"No!"

Jiang Xuan screamed inwardly, but no sound came out. Cold sweat soaked his back, and his heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest.

The screams of the trainees filled the air; some had already given up.

Jiang Xuan forced himself to take a deep breath, feeling the circulation of the four spiritual energy vortexes within his body. Strangely, when he focused his attention on the four acupoints of his heart meridian, the external pain seemed to lessen somewhat.

"Illusions. All illusions."

Jiang Xuan silently chanted in his heart, staring intently at the swirling vortex of spiritual energy before him.

Time seemed to stretch on endlessly. Screams echoed throughout the hall. Jiang Xuan saw a student in the distance suddenly jump up, frantically scratching his face, before being dragged out by the instructor.

"Twenty-five minutes."

Xiao Ke's cold voice came through.

Jiang Xuan's vision began to blur, and the hallucinations returned.

This time, he saw himself with white hair, still a cripple, while the black-clad man who had stolen his spiritual veins stood high above, mocking him.
"what!"

A heart-wrenching scream came from the right; it was Zhao Yin, who possessed the "Purple Sun Physique".

Jiang Xuan saw out of the corner of his eye that he was being dragged out of the main hall by two instructors, his face covered in tears.

Blood seeped from the corner of Jiang Xuan's mouth; he bit through the lining of his mouth to stay awake.

The four spiritual energy vortexes within the body spun faster and faster, forming a small spiritual energy storm that gradually crushed the negative energy that had invaded the body.

"Forty minutes."

Jiang Xuan's vision was so blurred that he couldn't even see his fingers, but he still maintained his cross-legged posture. There were fewer than ten students left in the main hall. Ning Meng was not far away, trembling all over but still persevering.

When Xiao Ke announced "One hour later," Jiang Xuan collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

His clothes were soaked with sweat, and his lips were white from clenching them for so long.

"good."

Xiao Ke looked at the seven remaining students.

"Each of you receives three points."

At dinner time, the surviving students received a sumptuous meal and a crystal-clear elixir.

"Cooling Pill?"

Ning Meng's eyes widened.

"The Bloodthirsty Camp has really gone all out this time!"

Jiang Xuan took the pill that emitted a chilling aura; it was icy to the touch, and there seemed to be liquid flowing inside.

"This is a top-grade elixir that can refine cultivation and clear the meridians."

Ning Meng lowered his voice.

"However, you're only at the sixth level of the True Martial Realm, so be careful when refining it; you might experience unbearable swelling and pain."

Jiang Xuan nodded and carefully put the pill away.

He looked around and found that Bai Lingxi was no longer in the cafeteria. He heard that she was the third person to collapse during the willpower training, which made Jiang Xuan feel inexplicably comforted.

Back in his cramped cave dwelling, Jiang Xuan lit an oil lamp and sat cross-legged on the stone bed.

He took out the Cooling Pill and examined it carefully under the light. The surface of the pill had fine patterns, like naturally formed spiritual patterns.

"let's start."

Jiang Xuan put the pill into his mouth.

The condensed pill melts upon entering the mouth, transforming into a cold current that rushes straight to the dantian.

Jiang Xuan immediately activated his inner energy cultivation technique, preparing to face the "unbearable swelling and pain" that Ning Meng had described.

The expected pain did not occur.

The four vortexes of spiritual energy, like hungry beasts, greedily devoured the spiritual energy released by the Cold Condensation Pill.

Where the cold front passed, my meridians didn't feel swollen or painful; instead, they felt a wave of comfort, like parched land receiving sweet rain.

"This is."

Jiang Xuan looked inward and was surprised to find that the four spiritual energy vortexes were several times more active than usual, rapidly decomposing and absorbing the spiritual energy of the Cold Condensation Pill without any waste.

Half an hour later, Jiang Xuan opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them.

He clenched his fist, feeling the surging spiritual energy within his body. The Cold Cooling Pill had been completely refined, and he felt no discomfort.

"Ningmeng said it would cause bloating and pain."

Jiang Xuan frowned in thought, suddenly recalling the unusual behavior during his willpower training earlier that day.

"Could it be because of this?"

He entered a state of introspection, carefully observing the four vortexes of spiritual energy on the four acupoints of his heart meridian.

This was an inexplicable change that occurred after "Great Abyss Devouring the Sky" was dug away; he had always thought it was just some kind of incomplete substitute.

But now it seems that these four vortexes of spiritual energy have potential far beyond what we imagined.

Jiang Xuan recalled his close combat with Ning Meng. Although he was defeated at the time, he noticed the surprise that flashed across Ning Meng's face the moment their spiritual energies collided.
"Spiritual energy quality."

Jiang Xuan's eyes lit up.

"My spiritual energy quality suppressed him!"

This discovery made Jiang Xuan's heart race.

He originally thought that there was a huge gap between him and those gifted students, but now it seems that these four vortexes of spiritual energy have given him a unique advantage.

"So what if you're at the sixth level of True Martial Realm? The quality of your spiritual energy is what truly matters!"

Jiang Xuan recalled Bai Lingxi and Zhao Yin, whom he had met during the day, and those wealthy young men with high-level talents.

They did have a high starting point and abundant resources, but Jiang Xuan was now convinced that as long as he made good use of these four spiritual energy vortexes, he would one day catch up with or even surpass them.

Jiang Xuan sat cross-legged and began to circulate the "Mysterious Origin Technique".

The four vortexes of spiritual energy were like four small storms, frantically devouring the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

After three hours of arduous training, his body was soaked in sweat, but his eyes shone with excitement.

"The quality of the spiritual energy has improved by another slight point!"

He felt the cyan spiritual energy flowing within his body, which was more condensed and pure than that of ordinary students.

After finishing his spiritual cultivation, Jiang Xuan did not rest, but instead began to temper his soul.

He closed his eyes and activated the [Minor Netherworld Divine Art], and a faint blue light gradually appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

As the cultivation technique was activated, these rays of light gradually condensed into fine threads, weaving a net in the mind.

"what!"

Suddenly, a sharp pain struck, and Jiang Xuan groaned, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

Cultivating the soul is more dangerous than cultivating spiritual power; a slight mistake can damage one's very foundation.

But he gritted his teeth and persevered.

Two hours later, Jiang Xuan collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

The daytime training was brutal and intense, and with limited time at night, he could only sacrifice sleep to cultivate his spiritual runes and martial arts skills.

Nevertheless, Jiang Xuan knew that such high-intensity training was not a long-term solution; cultivation required time for reflection and understanding.

However, he is currently pressed for time, and the competition within the Blood Killing Camp is fierce, meaning he could be eliminated at any moment.

"We can't stop! We can't stop!"

Jiang Xuan struggled to his feet, took out a light blue pill from his pocket, and swallowed it.

This is the Cooling Pill that Ning Meng gave him, which can relieve the fatigue of the soul caused by cultivation.

After a brief moment of rest, Jiang Xuan took out his spirit-pattern brush and began to carve on a piece of jade. Spiritual energy flowed from his fingertips, leaving profound patterns on the jade. Suddenly…

With a "crack," the jade slab shattered, and another piece of material was ruined.

"Another failure"

Jiang Xuan smiled wryly, but was not discouraged and continued to take out new materials to try.

As moonlight streamed through the window, Jiang Xuan finally stopped all his cultivation and prepared to enter the [Heavenly Secret Realm].

He sat cross-legged on the stone bed and took out an ancient jade talisman, sticking it to his forehead.

"The Heavenly Realm is now open!"

After a moment of disorientation, Jiang Xuan opened his eyes again to find himself in a vast ocean. Towering waves crashed against the steep mountains ahead—this was the scene of the [Spirit Pattern Battle Realm, Thousands of Waves].

"The thirty-fourth challenge begins!"

Jiang Xuan leaped into the sea.

In an instant, the raging torrent of water, like thousands of wild horses, surged in from all directions.

He activated his spiritual energy to protect himself, simultaneously activating the three spiritual runes he had prepared beforehand. (End of Chapter)