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

"Not bad, not bad at all. You even noticed the snake's tongue flicking variation. Your talent in spirit patterns is even higher than I imagined."

Jiang Xuan shook his head.

"I'm just a spirit rune apprentice; I can still recognize these basic changes. But asking me to inscribe a complete spirit rune array is asking too much."

"What?"

Old Mo's face was wrinkled and creased together.

"You're just an apprentice? Impossible! Your understanding of spirit runes is at least master-level!"

The warehouse suddenly fell silent, with only the sound of their breathing mingling.

Jiang Xuan looked at Lao Mo's shocked expression and spoke.

"I came to the Bloodthirsty Camp to become stronger, not to follow the path of a Spirit Inscription Master."

Old Mo was silent for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter tinged with bitterness.

"Interesting, very interesting. If I had your awareness back then, things wouldn't have come to this."

His voice trailed off.

"It's nothing serious?"

Jiang Xuan keenly noticed the change in Lao Mo's emotions.

Old Mo stood up and, with his back to Jiang Xuan, began organizing the spiritual materials.

"It's nothing, just some memories. The reason I'm in this godforsaken place is because I offended a Grandmaster of Spirit Patterns."

He turned around, his expression gloomy.

"That old bastard is narrow-minded. Just because I pointed out a mistake in his spirit rune design, he used his connections to send me here."

Jiang Xuan didn't respond; Old Mo didn't need comforting.

After a moment of silence, Old Mo suddenly slapped his thigh.

"We'll start forging a new spirit fire furnace tomorrow. Even though you're not specializing in spirit runes, you still need to learn the basics."

"it is good."

Jiang Xuan briefly agreed, knowing that Lao Mo was helping him in his own way.

As night deepened, Jiang Xuan sat cross-legged on his simple bed and began his daily practice of circulating spiritual energy. The spiritual energy within his body flowed like a gentle stream through his meridians.

Three days ago, this was just a small stream, but now it has taken the shape of a river.

"Seventh level of True Martial Realm, Lesser Heavenly Cycle"

Jiang Xuan felt the surging spiritual energy within his body, and the corners of his mouth turned up.

This feeling of getting stronger every day made him forget the pain in his body.

The next morning, Jiang Xuan was awakened by a piercing metallic clanging sound.

"Get up, you lazybones!"

Xiao Ke's voice pierced my eardrums like a sharp sword.

"The sun's already high in the sky, why are you still sleeping?"

Jiang Xuan sat up with a start, his muscles immediately groaning in protest.

He gritted his teeth, put on his clothes, and walked out of the warehouse.

Xiao Ke stood there in a smart outfit, hands on her hips, looking dashing and heroic.

"Old Mo wanted you this morning, you're mine this afternoon."

Xiao Ke tossed her ponytail.

"Don't even think about slacking off. I heard you broke through to the seventh level? Perfect, we can increase the intensity of your training."

Jiang Xuan's lips twitched.

"Sister Xiaoke, could you..."

"cannot!"

Xiao Ke interrupted him decisively.

"The Bloodthirsty Camp doesn't tolerate trash. Either become stronger, or get out!"

The spirit rune class in the morning was much more interesting than Jiang Xuan had imagined.

Old Mo, abandoning his usual slovenly appearance, earnestly explained the core spiritual pattern structure of the Spirit Fire Furnace.

“Look here.”

Old Mo pointed to a complex pattern on the drawing.

"This loop design is crucial. If the spiritual energy input is uneven during the engraving process, the entire spirit furnace will explode like fireworks!"

He made an explosion gesture.

Jiang Xuan listened attentively, occasionally asking questions. To his surprise, his understanding of spirit runes seemed to truly surpass that of an ordinary apprentice; he could grasp many complex variations at a glance.

"Are you really not considering specializing in spirit runes?"

During lunch break, Lao Mo couldn't help but ask again.

"With your talent, becoming a Grandmaster of Spirit Runes is only a matter of time."

Jiang Xuan shook his head, his eyes resolute.

"What I need is the power to protect myself and those around me; the path of a spirit pattern master is not for me."

Old Mo sighed and didn't try to persuade him any further.

Xiao Ke was already waiting at the training ground in the afternoon.

Today she changed into a black training outfit, and she looked like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, her brilliance fully revealed.

"Today's goal is to bring your marching boxing technique to perfection."

Xiao Ke got straight to the point.

"Watch closely!"

With a swift movement, she unleashed a set of marching boxing techniques. The seemingly simple boxing style took on a dramatic transformation in her hands; each punch seemed to tear through the air, and the earth trembled with every step.

Jiang Xuan was dumbfounded. The same fist technique, yet it could unleash such power in Xiao Ke's hands!

"Your turn."

Xiao Ke finished her stance without losing her composure.

"Attack with all your might."

Jiang Xuan assumed a fighting stance. His spiritual energy surged within him, and he felt his fists grow heavier, each step he took becoming steady and powerful.

"ha!"

With a loud shout, Jiang Xuan's fist shot out like a cannonball.

Xiao Ke easily dodged the attack, then slapped Jiang Xuan on the back with her backhand, causing him to stagger.

"Too slow! Again!"

Attack after attack, failure after failure.

Jiang Xuan's punches grew heavier and his steps became more steady, but he still couldn't touch Xiao Ke's clothes.

"Your punches lack soul!"

Xiao Ke suddenly stopped, frowning as she looked at Jiang Xuan, who was panting heavily.

"Marching boxing isn't just for show; it's a killing technique honed through countless battles! Think about what you're fighting for!"

Jiang Xuan was stunned.

Why fight? Countless images flashed through his mind: his weak self being bullied, the disdainful looks in his eyes, and the deep-seated desire for power within him.
"ah,!"

With a long roar, Jiang Xuan threw another punch.

This time, his punches changed. They were no longer simple and straightforward, but carried a heavy, mountain-like aura, as if they could devour everything.

Xiao Ke was somewhat surprised. She stopped dodging easily and started to block seriously.

The two men's fists and feet collided in mid-air, producing a dull thud.

"Not bad, it's finally starting to look like something!"

Xiao Ke's voice was full of approval.

"continue!"

The training continued until sunset.

Xiao Ke nodded in satisfaction when Jiang Xuan collapsed to the ground, unable to get up again.

That's all for today. We'll continue tomorrow.

Back in the warehouse, Xiaoman had already prepared a medicinal bath and a sumptuous dinner. Seeing Jiang Xuan's expression, she couldn't help but shake her head.

"Is Sister Xiao Ke going all out again?"

Jiang Xuan didn't even have the strength to speak, he could only nod.

"Take a medicinal bath; it can relieve muscle soreness."

Xiaoman helped him take off his tattered training clothes, revealing the bruises and welts underneath.

"what?"

She suddenly let out a soft cry.

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Xuan forced himself to look up.

Xiaoman pressed her fingers on a scar on his back.

"Your recovery speed is much faster than average; these injuries appear to have healed most of the way."

She looked at Jiang Xuan thoughtfully.

"Do you possess any special innate talent or attribute?"

Jiang Xuan shook his head. "I don't know. It's been like this since I was little; I recover from injuries exceptionally quickly."

Xiaoman didn't ask any more questions, but the curiosity in her eyes grew stronger.

In the stillness of the night, Jiang Xuan once again entered a meditative state.

Today's sparring session with Xiao Ke gave him a completely new understanding of marching boxing. The feeling of being calm, majestic, and powerful like a vast ocean swallowing an abyss lingered in his mind for a long time.

The spiritual energy within the body circulates more and more smoothly, and the microcosmic orbit is like a surging river, nourishing every inch of the meridians.

Jiang Xuan could sense that the depth of his spiritual power far surpassed that of his peers, and was even comparable to a peak True Martial Ninth Level expert.

To his even greater surprise, the third soul star was lighting up within his soul space.

When the starlight finally stabilized, Jiang Xuan's perception range instantly expanded to a radius of thirty feet.

Within this range, even the sound of ants crawling can be clearly heard.

"Is this what it feels like to become stronger?"

Jiang Xuan opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them.

He clenched his fist, feeling the explosive power contained within his muscles.

The golden appearance and jade-like quality represent a watershed moment in the body refinement realm, signifying that his physical strength is no weaker than that of a True Martial Eighth Level expert.

In a corner of the warehouse, Old Mo was engrossed in studying the blueprints for the Spirit Fire Furnace, completely absorbed in his own world.

Occasionally he would let out a few excited whispers, then fall into deep thought again.

Jiang Xuan looked at the old man who was obsessed with spirit patterns and felt a sense of respect.

Day after day, Jiang Xuan's life developed a fixed rhythm.

In the morning, I discussed spirit patterns with Lao Mo; in the afternoon, I underwent grueling training with Xiao Ke; and in the evening, I cultivated my spiritual power and soul.

Under this almost self-torturous high-intensity training, his strength increased at a visible rate.

Xiao Ke's training method is simple and brutal: practical combat, endless practical combat.

Every day, Jiang Xuan would be beaten black and blue, but he would come back the next day full of energy to be beaten again.

Gradually, he was able to hold out for longer and longer periods, and occasionally he even managed to force Xiao Ke to take it seriously.

"Your progress rate is abnormal."

After a day of training, Xiao Ke made a rare comment.

"An ordinary person who trained like you would have been ruined long ago."

Jiang Xuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled.

"Maybe it's because I'm particularly resilient?"

Xiao Ke rarely showed a smile.

"Starting tomorrow, we will begin weapons training."

At the same time, Lao Mo's research on the Spirit Fire Furnace also made a breakthrough.

With Jiang Xuan's insights into spirit patterns, he redesigned the core spirit pattern array, increasing its efficiency by 30%.

"Kid, you've really been a big help!"

Old Mo patted Jiang Xuan on the shoulder excitedly.

"Although you don't specialize in spirit runes, it's a shame to waste such talent. How about this, come and take a look whenever you have time, and learn as much as you can?"

Jiang Xuan nodded in agreement.

Although this wasn't his ambition, having another skill is never a bad thing.

Xiaoman became Jiang Xuan's logistical support, preparing medicinal baths and nutritious meals every day.

Under her care, Jiang Xuan's physical condition improved by leaps and bounds.

"Your spiritual energy is of a very special quality."

During dinner, Xiaoman said thoughtfully.

"It's far purer than that of martial artists of the same level, almost comparable to the repeatedly refined spiritual power of a spirit pattern master."

Jiang Xuan himself noticed this as well.

During his battle with Xiao Ke, his spiritual energy consumption was significantly slower than expected, and it recovered extremely quickly.

And so, in the Blood Killing Camp, a place isolated from the world, Jiang Xuan was completely immersed in the thrill of becoming stronger.

He put points, time, and external distractions out of his mind.

Every day, he could feel himself getting a little stronger than the day before.

With only three days left until the monthly assessment, the atmosphere at Camp 39 was almost suffocatingly oppressive.

The twenty-four trainees trained in silence, their sweat hitting the ground and kicking up tiny specks of dust.

Everyone knew that this assessment was not only about their own fate, but also about the survival of the entire camp.

"Hurry up! At this speed, you can't even meet the minimum standard!"

Xiaoman's cold, sharp voice echoed across the training ground, her gaze sweeping over everyone like a blade.

One trainee gritted his teeth and quickened his pace, but stumbled during the sprint and almost fell.

Xiaoman said sternly.

"Useless! You can't even do the basic moves properly, yet you expect to win against the other camps in combat?"

No one dared to refute; everyone lowered their heads and desperately pushed their bodies to their limits.

It wasn't that they didn't want to resist, but that they dared not. Xiao Ke's authority was like an invisible mountain, making it hard for them to breathe.

"I heard that our camp had the highest elimination rate again in this assessment..."

During a break, one of the trainees said in a low voice, his voice filled with despair.

"Shut up!"

The other person immediately interrupted.

"What's the point of saying all this now? Once you've finished training, you're done!"

In the corner, a thin student clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white.

I don't want to be eliminated... and I don't want to see the camp disband.

He gritted his teeth.

We have to pull through, even if it costs us our lives!

"Ha, risking your life?"

The people next to him sneered.

"You think you're the only one working so hard? But Xiaoman's standards can't be met by just working hard."

On the other side of the training field, Xiaoman stood with her arms crossed, coldly watching the group of trainees.

She knew better than anyone that Camp 39 had the fewest people and was at a natural disadvantage in the confrontation, but rules are rules.

The weak have no right to stay.

"Three days left. Breakthrough or get out of here!"

she snapped.

"Camp 39 has no need for waste!"

The trainees silently stood up and continued their training. Sweat mingled with blood, but no one stopped.

They knew that this time, there was truly no turning back.

That night, Jiang Xuan sat cross-legged on his bed, his spiritual energy circulating within him, each cycle making his meridians feel hot.

"I see."

Jiang Xuan opened his eyes and muttered to himself.

He had just learned from Xiaoman the real reason why the Bloodthirsty Camp students were suppressing their cultivation and not breaking through to the Spirit Gang Realm.

Xiaoman sat opposite him, toying with a copper coin in her hand, which twirled nimbly between her fingers.

The Lake of Transformation only opens once every three years; if you miss this opportunity, you'll have to wait another three years.

She stopped moving, and the copper coin stood steadily in her palm.

"Not all students are qualified to enter."

Jiang Xuan frowned slightly.

"So everyone's waiting?"

"certainly."

Xiaoman nodded.

"The Spiritual Aura Realm is the first watershed on the path of cultivation; the quality of the spiritual energy pool directly determines future achievements. The difference between a first-grade spiritual energy pool and a third-grade spiritual energy pool is like heaven and earth."

Jiang Xuan recalled the records in the ancient books in Old Mo's warehouse. The Spiritual Gang Realm is divided into three realms: Human Gang, Earth Gang, and Heaven Gang, and the Spiritual Power Pool is also divided into three grades.

The first-grade spiritual energy pool can refine the purest qi, laying the most solid foundation for future cultivation.

"Throughout the history of the Bloodthirsty Camp, no more than thirty students have ever been able to enter the Lake of Transformation."

Xiaoman's voice became serious.

"You're only at the sixth level of the True Martial Realm right now. You must reach the ninth level within a year, otherwise..."

Jiang Xuan clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.

Xiaoman didn't say it aloud, otherwise she would have been eliminated and lost this opportunity.

"I will do it."

Jiang Xuan's voice was deep.

Xiaoman smiled with satisfaction. (End of Chapter)