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

"That's more like it. But..."

She leaned closer and lowered her voice.

"You'd better watch out for tomorrow's monthly assessment. I heard there are a few tough guys at Camp 40."

Jiang Xuan nodded.

The monthly assessment is a brutal elimination mechanism in the Bloodthirsty Camp; those who perform poorly will be sent out of the camp.

Although Lao Mo assured him that he would not be eliminated because of this, he would have to prove himself in every assessment in order to enter the Lake of Transformation.

The next morning, Jiang Xuan packed his simple belongings and bid farewell to Lao Mo's warehouse.

"Kid, remember what I said."

Old Mo leaned against the door frame, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth.

"Keep a low profile and don't attract too much attention."

Jiang Xuan bowed respectfully.

"Thank you very much for taking care of me during this time, Elder Mo."

Old Mo waved his hand.

"Get out of here, get out of the way."

Xiao Ke was already waiting outside the door. When she saw Jiang Xuan come out, she turned around expressionlessly.

“Come with me.”

Throughout the journey, Jiang Xuan could feel Xiao Ke's scrutinizing gaze from time to time.

This taciturn girl is one of the enforcers of the Blood Killing Camp, and her strength is unfathomable.

"You disappeared for three weeks."

Xiao Ke suddenly spoke, her voice as cold as ice.

Many people thought you had run away.

Jiang Xuan did not respond.

The rumors about me in the Blood Killing Camp won't be pleasant.

"Camp 40 is very strong."

Xiao Ke added that this time her tone carried a warning.

"Especially Lei Xinyue, her Thousand Thunder Guidance technique has already reached the third level."

Jiang Xuan's heart stirred.

Thousand Thunder Summoning is a high-level technique among thunder-attribute martial arts, capable of drawing upon the power of thunder and lightning from heaven and earth, possessing astonishing power. The fact that Lei Xinyue has mastered this technique to the third level demonstrates that her talent and strength are extraordinary.

"Thanks for reminding me."

Jiang Xuan said sincerely.

Xiao Ke snorted coldly.

"Don't get me wrong, I just don't want Camp 39 to lose too badly."

As Jiang Xuan stepped into the gate of Camp 39, he immediately felt countless gazes upon him.

Some were curious, some were contemptuous, but most were hostile.

"Look, that coward is back."

A shrill voice came from the crowd.

Jiang Xuan looked in the direction of the sound and saw Xin Wenbin pointing at him with a mocking smile on his face.

Several students surrounded Xin Wenbin, all looking at Jiang Xuan with disdain.

"I heard he hid in the warehouse for three weeks, too afraid to come out?"

A tall, thin student burst into exaggerated laughter.

"Are you afraid of the monthly performance review?"

"Trash is trash."

Xin Wenbin spoke loudly, deliberately making sure everyone could hear.

"The Bloodthirsty Camp is not for cowards."

Jiang Xuan's expression remained unchanged, without even a flicker of emotion in his eyes.

The three weeks of training in the ancient spirit pattern room not only allowed his strength to improve by leaps and bounds, but also made his mind as calm as an ancient well.

To him, these provocations were nothing more than the croaking of frogs in a pond.

He walked straight to Ning Meng in the corner.

His former comrade-in-arms now had a gloomy face and his fists were clenched so tightly they turned white.

"So you actually knew to come back?"

Ning Meng's voice was extremely low, but it made Jiang Xuan's heart tighten even more than Xin Wenbin's sarcasm.

Just as Jiang Xuan was about to speak, Ning Meng suddenly stood up, his height advantage allowing him to look down at Jiang Xuan.

"Three weeks! Not a single word! I fucking thought you'd died somewhere out there!"

The surrounding trainees all turned to look, and even Xin Wenbin's group stopped mocking and watched the infighting with great interest.

"I had no choice but to give my reasons."

Jiang Xuan said calmly.

"reason?"

Ning Meng sneered.

"Is following a spirit pattern master around as an excuse to avoid training? Coward!"

It seems the rumors circulating in the camp have become so distorted.

Jiang Xuan felt a warmth in his heart when he recalled the bottle of Cold-Freezing Pill that Ning Meng had secretly given him before he left, but now was clearly not the right time to explain.

"I'll tell you everything after the monthly review."

Jiang Xuan stared directly into Ning Meng's angry eyes.

"Right now, I need to settle some personal scores."

Ning Meng paused for a moment, then sneered.

"You? Xin Wenbin has already broken through to the ninth level of the True Martial Realm, and you..."

He looked Jiang Xuan up and down, observing his seemingly frail figure.

"After wasting three weeks, how can we compete with him?"

Jiang Xuan's lips curled into a faint smile.

"Just wait and see."

After lunch, the trainees from other camps stopped training to conserve their energy for the upcoming monthly assessment. Only the trainees from Camp 39 were taken to the fighting arena by Xiao Ke.

"Instructor, shouldn't we be resting today?"

One of the students mustered up his courage and asked.

Xiao Ke's cold gaze swept over everyone.

"The Bloodthirsty Camp's training will last for a year, and the monthly assessments are only a small part of it. What, are you trying to slack off after just one assessment?"

The trainees looked at each other, but no one dared to refute them.

They knew all too well what kind of methods this female instructor used.

"but."

Xiao Ke's tone softened somewhat, which was unusual for her.

"Considering the upcoming assessment, today's training will only consist of basic combat drills. Also..."

She took out a jade box from her storage bag.

"This is Black Jade Melting Ointment. One serving for each of you after the battle to ensure you don't participate in the assessment injured."

The trainees were somewhat excited. Black Jade Melting Snow Ointment was a miraculous healing medicine, quite valuable. It seemed the instructor wasn't entirely heartless after all.

Inside the fighting arena, thirty rings, each ten feet in diameter, were neatly arranged. The cramped space forced the trainees to engage in close combat, leaving no room for trickery.

"The opponent will be determined by drawing lots!"

At Xiao Ke's command, the students stepped forward one by one.

When Xin Wenbin drew number 13 for the ring, he deliberately read out his opponent's name loudly.

"Jiang Xuan!"

A ferocious smile appeared on his face.

"This is truly a stroke of luck!"

The surrounding students started to jeer. Everyone knew that Xin Wenbin harbored a grudge against Jiang Xuan, and this draw was like a godsend.

Jiang Xuan walked towards arena number 13 with a calm expression. His clothes fluttered, giving him an indescribable sense of elegance, making him seem like a completely different person from three weeks ago.

"Pretending!"

Xin Wenbin spat and strode after him.

As he passed by Shi Yu, the taciturn student suddenly whispered.

"Xin Wenbin's confidence is probably premature."

Jiang Xuan paused slightly, but did not respond; however, the smile on his lips deepened.

On the ring, Xin Wenbin couldn't wait to get into a fighting stance.

"Jiang Xuan, today I'm going to show you that trash should be prepared to be trash!"

Jiang Xuan simply stood there, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, without even adopting a defensive stance.

This kind of disregard infuriated Xin Wenbin more than any mockery.

"court death!"

Xin Wenbin roared, his palms instantly turning crimson, the surrounding air distorted by the intense heat.

Fiery Clouds and Chaotic Clouds Blade!

He unleashed his family's secret fighting technique, his palm strikes like wildfire, aimed straight at Jiang Xuan's face.

A gasp rippled through the audience. Everyone could see that if that palm strike landed, Jiang Xuan would be severely injured, if not killed.

"It's over." Ning Meng closed his eyes reluctantly.

However, the expected screams did not occur.

Ning Meng opened his eyes and saw a scene he would never forget.
Jiang Xuan stood still, motionless.

Only when the fiery clouds were about to strike him did he raise his right hand, his five fingers slightly spread, and make a very ordinary pushing palm motion.

"The White Dragon disarms."

This is the most basic defensive move in marching boxing, which every student learns when they first start.

But in Jiang Xuan's hands, this move radiated an unprecedented charm.

His palm traced a mysterious path, seemingly slow, yet precisely cutting into the weakest point of the fiery cloud.

A streak of white light flashed, and the fiery clouds in the sky melted away instantly, like ice and snow meeting the sun!
"What?!"

Xin Wenbin couldn't believe that his secret weapon had been so easily countered.

Before he could react, Jiang Xuan's hand was already on his chest.

A gentle yet irresistible force came, and Xin Wenbin felt his body lighten as he flew backward and crashed onto the ground outside the ring.

There was silence.

Everyone couldn't believe it.

"This is impossible!"

Xin Wenbin got up from the ground, his face flushed red like a pig's liver.

"You must have used some kind of evil magic!"

Jiang Xuan withdrew his hand and said calmly.

"Senior Brother Xin, you flatter me."

"fart!"

Xin Wenbin roared and leaped back onto the ring.

"I was careless just now! Let's try again!"

Shi Yu stood on the sidelines, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. As the instructor, he saw it most clearly; Jiang Xuan's move, "White Dragon Disarming," seemed simple.

In reality, he had already reached the pinnacle of martial arts, and every subtle movement was flawless, so much so that even he could not find the slightest flaw.

"interesting."

Shi Yu's lips curled up.

On the ring, Xin Wenbin was completely enraged.

He crossed his two swords, his internal energy surging wildly, and the flames on the swords turned from crimson to deep purple, the temperature suddenly increasing several times.

"Fiery Clouds and Chaotic Clouds Blade - Heaven-Burning Style!"

This time, Xin Wenbin held nothing back, unleashing the full power of a True Martial Ninth Level cultivator. Blade light cascaded like a waterfall, flames surged like a sea, and the air in the entire arena was distorted by the scorching heat.

"Jiang Xuan is finished."

One of the students murmured.

However, Jiang Xuan remained calm.

He squatted down, clenched his right fist and brought it to his waist, assuming the most basic starting stance in marching boxing.

"A fierce tiger emerges from the mountain."

"Has he gone mad? Using such basic boxing techniques to fight against the Xin family's ultimate skills?"

Qi Can couldn't help but speak up.

Just as the blade was about to strike, Jiang Xuan's fist moved.

A simple straight punch, yet it seemed to contain the power to split mountains and shatter rocks. Wherever the fist passed, a path was forcibly torn open in the purple sea of ​​fire.

Jiang Xuan's fist pierced through the layers of sword shadows and struck Xin Wenbin's face with perfect accuracy.

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, Xin Wenbin's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, several bloody teeth drawing a tragic arc in the air.

"Plop!"

Xin Wenbin fell heavily to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

The whole audience fell into silence again.

This time, everyone saw clearly that Jiang Xuan was indeed using the basic marching fist technique, but its power was comparable to a high-level martial skill!

"True Martial Seventh Level."

Shi Yu seemed to be deep in thought.

"In just three weeks, this kid broke through from the sixth to the seventh level and even perfected his basic martial arts techniques."

Ning Meng finally snapped out of his shock, his eyes shining with excitement.

"So that's how it is! He didn't run away; he went into seclusion for intensive cultivation!"

On the stage, Jiang Xuan withdrew his fist and glanced at the crowd below.

Those students who had once mocked him all avoided his gaze, not daring to meet his eyes.

"Anyone else want to take on the challenge?"

Jiang Xuan's voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

Xin Wenbin struggled to his feet, his mouth full of blood, his eyes burning with a frenzied rage.

"I refuse to accept this! Let's try again!"

What followed was almost a one-sided rout.

Xin Wenbin rushed onto the stage time and time again, only to be knocked away by Jiang Xuan using different basic marching fist techniques.

Each move was a basic martial art, yet Jiang Xuan transformed it into something extraordinary.

Xin Wenbin's pride was completely shattered; his family's secret techniques were no match for basic marching boxing.

After being knocked away for the seventeenth time, Xin Wenbin slumped to the ground, his initial arrogance gone, replaced by deep fear and humiliation.

Why? Why?

He muttered to himself, unable to accept this fact.

Jiang Xuan stood on the arena, his breathing as steady as ever.

His gaze toward Xin Wenbin held no smugness, only calmness.

"The path of martial arts is not about learning the most advanced techniques, but about perfecting every single move and stance."

Xin Wenbin trembled all over, his pride as a member of the Imperial Guard of the Forbidden City was utterly trampled upon.

According to the training rules, he cannot admit defeat, otherwise he will be eliminated. Continuing to challenge will only result in more humiliation.

"enough!"

Qi Can finally couldn't stand it anymore, and he strode towards the arena.

"Jiang Xuan, I'll fight you!"

There was an uproar in the audience.

Qi Can's strength ranks among the top in the trainees, even surpassing Xin Wenbin by a significant margin.

His intervention at this moment was clearly intended to help Xin Wenbin out of his predicament.

Jiang Xuan turned to look at Qi Can, a smile playing on his lips.

"Senior Brother Qi, you also wish to offer your guidance?"

Qi Can snorted coldly.

"Enough with the nonsense! You think you're something special just because you defeated Xin Wenbin? Let me teach you what true martial arts are!"

Xin Wenbin felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly stepped aside, his eyes filled with resentment.

He stared intently at Jiang Xuan's retreating figure, vowing in his heart to take revenge.

"Senior Brother Qi is awesome!"

"Jiang Xuan, if you have the guts, accept the challenge!"

"Don't be a coward, weren't you pretty arrogant just now?"

The students in the audience started to jeer, trying to provoke Jiang Xuan.

Wen Mingxiu stood at the front of the crowd and slightly parted her lips.

"Junior Brother Jiang, a man standing between heaven and earth should have the courage to face difficulties head-on. Since Senior Brother Qi is so sincere in offering guidance, why not..."

Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Xuan suddenly laughed.

"Dear senior brothers and sisters, the training camp has its own rules."

Jiang Xuan looked around, his voice neither humble nor arrogant.

"I have finished sparring with Senior Brother Xin today. According to the rules, each person can only accept one challenge per day. If Senior Brother Qi wishes to offer guidance, please come early tomorrow."

These words immediately caused an uproar in the audience.

"Shameless!"

"coward!"

"What kind of reason is that?"

Jiang Xuan ignored him and walked straight to the edge of the arena.

Qi Can's face turned ashen, his fists clenched until they were white, but he really couldn't break the rules and force his way out.

"Jiang Xuan!"

Xin Wenbin suddenly shouted sternly.

"You have insulted me today; I will surely punish you another day."

"Must what?"

Jiang Xuan turned around abruptly, his eyes sharp as knives.

"Senior Brother Xin, you should accept that you're not as skilled. It's true your father is the Grand Commander of the Imperial Guard, but this is a training camp; we rely on real ability. If you're not convinced, come and fight again tomorrow!"

Xin Wenbin was speechless, his face turning from red to white, then from white to green. He coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground. (End of Chapter)