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

"Don't break my things."

He turned and left as soon as he finished speaking, seemingly oblivious to the astonished expressions on their faces and the whispers behind him.

"What are you pretending for?"

"It was just pure luck."

Let's see how long he can be so smug.

Jiang Xuan ignored these words and went straight to his residence.

The real trouble has only just begun.

After the quarterly assessments were finalized, the Bloodthirsty Camp began a large-scale reorganization.

The twelve camps that suffered the most losses of trainees were disbanded, and the remaining trainees were merged into the other eight camps.

Camp 39 ultimately retained 27 trainees. In addition to the original core members such as Jiang Xuan, Shi Yu, and Ning Meng, a group of new faces were also welcomed.

Gong Ming, a gloomy boy always shrouded in a black cloak; Lei Xinyue, a girl with a high ponytail and two swords at her waist; Di Jun, a handsome young man with a perpetually cynical smile on his face.
But the most eye-catching one was a boy named Li Duxing.

He stood alone in a corner of the camp, a long sword slung across his back, exuding an aura that kept strangers at bay.

"I heard he defeated the Fire Barbarian expert in just four seconds during the assessment."

"Second only to Jiang Xuan's score."

"But he used a sword, his strength was real."

These whispers reached Jiang Xuan's ears. He glanced at Li Duxing from afar, and the other man happened to look up as well.

Two gazes met in mid-air, as if sparks were flying.

Li Duxing's arrival did indeed relieve some of the pressure on Jiang Xuan.

Now, the focus of discussion in the camp is no longer just Jiang Xuan, and many of the hostile gazes have been diverted.

At night, only a dim lamp flickered with a faint light in the warehouse.

Jiang Xuan sat cross-legged, his hands forming a mudra, his body surrounded by faint spiritual energy fluctuations.

The "Dongxuan Tunhuang Jing" was spread out in front of him, and the dense ancient characters on the sheepskin scroll seemed to come alive, flowing before his eyes.

"Refining the body is like forging a weapon, refining qi is like gathering spiritual energy; only by combining the two can one achieve the Great Dao."

Jiang Xuan chanted the essential meaning of the scriptures in a low voice, and the spiritual energy in his body circulated along a completely new route.

Each cycle felt like countless tiny blades scraping through my veins, bringing a tearing pain.

"hiss."

Jiang Xuan's forehead was covered in cold sweat, but he gritted his teeth and persevered.

This cultivation technique is indeed domineering; no wonder it requires practitioners to have a strong physique. If it were an ordinary cultivator, their meridians would probably be shattered in the very first round of spiritual energy circulation.

He guided his spiritual energy to impact several key acupoints within his body.

Each impact was accompanied by a slight popping sound from the bones and a twitch of the muscles.

Three hours later, Jiang Xuan was soaked in sweat, but his eyes shone with excitement.

“It’s done!”

He suddenly opened his eyes and punched the ground.

Without using any spiritual power, relying purely on physical strength, a shallow pit was smashed into the hard granite ground, and cracks spread like a spider web.

"This 'Dongxuan Devouring Wilderness Scripture' is indeed suitable for me. My physical strength has increased by nearly ten percent on my first attempt at cultivation!"

Jiang Xuan happily examined the changes in himself. Although the original "Embracing the Primordial Essence Technique" he cultivated was moderate and peaceful, its progress was slow, far less powerful and direct than this new technique.

Just as he was about to continue his cultivation, the warehouse door was kicked open with a bang.

A petite figure rushed in with great enthusiasm, her short red hair standing out under the lamplight.

"Jiang Xuan! I won! 49,000 points!"

Xiaoman squealed excitedly and pounced over like a joyful little bird.

Before Jiang Xuan could react, he felt a soft touch on his cheek. Xiao Man had given him a big kiss on the face, leaving a bright red lip print.

"This is your reward!"

Xiaoman's eyes sparkled, and her cheeks flushed with excitement.

"If it weren't for the spirit rune techniques you taught me, how could I have possibly beaten that old drunkard and his gang!"

Jiang Xuan was stunned; the spot on his face where he had been kissed felt burning hot.

Although Xiaoman is usually carefree, this was the first time she had ever acted so intimately.

"Hey, Instructor Xiaoman, I contributed too!"

Old Mo appeared at the door at some point, stroking his beard with a wronged expression.

"Where's my reward?"

"roll!"

Xiaoman didn't even turn her head, and kicked backward.

Old Mo exaggeratedly cried out "Ouch!" and pretended to be kicked away, crashing into the wall and sliding down, but still winking and making faces at Jiang Xuan.

Xiaoman turned to Jiang Xuan and suddenly lowered her voice.

"By the way, I won't be leaving the Bloodthirsty Camp for the time being."

After saying that, she ran out as quickly as she had come, leaving behind only a faint fragrance.

Jiang Xuan touched the lipstick mark left on his face, lost in thought.

Old Mo patted his bottom, stood up, and sat down next to him.

"Don't overthink it, that's just how that girl is."

Old Mo chuckled.

"However, the points are indeed very important to her, as they determine whether we instructors can regain our freedom."

"A free agent?"

Jiang Xuan astutely grasped the key words.

Old Mo waved his hand, offering no further explanation.

"There are some things you shouldn't know yet."

He suddenly became serious.

"But you're really something, kid. Where did you learn all that knowledge about spirit runes? I've never even heard of it before."

Jiang Xuan smiled but did not answer.

This is his biggest secret: the knowledge of spirit patterns from his past life, which is unparalleled in this world.

Just as the two were silent, the warehouse door was pushed open again.

This time, it was Xiao Ke who walked in. She was dressed in a black outfit that accentuated her graceful curves, and her cold and beautiful face showed no emotion.

"Jiang Xuan, the top ten students will gather at the training ground tomorrow at noon."

"Instructor Xu will take you somewhere where there will be a reward."

Jiang Xuan nodded to indicate that he understood.

After Xiao Ke finished speaking, she turned to leave, but suddenly stopped at the door.

"correct."

She had her back to Jiang Xuan, and her voice sounded strange.

"Don't you find it disgusting?"

"What?"

Jiang Xuan was completely confused.

Xiao Ke left without explaining.

Old Mo suddenly burst into laughter and patted Jiang Xuan on the shoulder.

"Kid, you're in big trouble!"

After saying that, he chased after Xiao Ke and ran out.

Jiang Xuan frowned in thought, then suddenly touched the dried lip print on his face and realized that Xiao Ke had seen the lip print left by Xiao Man!
"What kind of mess is this?"

Jiang Xuan wiped away the lipstick mark with a wry smile, but a strange feeling rose in his heart.

The two female instructors had very different personalities, yet both had an inexplicable relationship with him.

Composing himself, Jiang Xuan began to ponder what tomorrow's reward would be. The rewards for the top ten in the Bloodthirsty Camp were always generous, but they were often accompanied by enormous risks.

Last time it was deep into the lair of ferocious beasts to collect medicinal herbs; the time before that was a life-or-death battle with captive witches.
"Xu Sanqi summoned Lao Mo late at night; could it be related to the Flying Star Crossbow?"

Jiang Xuan recalled the spirit pattern array that he had helped Lao Mo improve a few days ago.

At the time, Lao Mo was amazed and said he wanted to show it to Instructor Xu.

Jiang Xuan felt both anticipation and wariness.

He deliberately revealed some of his knowledge of spirit runes in order to gain more resources and privileges within the Blood Killing Camp.

These days have indeed been very fruitful. The unlimited supply of Leng Ning Dan, Xiao Man's private guidance, and Xiao Ke's one-on-one sparring are all treatments that ordinary students wouldn't even dare to dream of.

But everything in excess is harmful. If it attracts the attention of powerful figures or touches upon the core secrets of the Bloodthirsty Camp, the consequences are unpredictable. Especially Xu Sanqi, that man is unfathomable, his eyes often filled with murderous intent.
"Fine, we'll deal with whatever comes our way."

Jiang Xuan shook his head and continued to immerse himself in cultivating the "Dongxuan Devouring Wilderness Scripture." No matter what changes tomorrow might bring, strength is the most important thing.

Meanwhile, deep within the Blood Killing Camp, in a magnificent hall constructed of granite.

Xu Sanqi sat at the head of the table, his face resolute as if carved by a knife, his eyes like lightning.

An obese middle-aged man sat to his left, constantly wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Xiaoman and the other two instructors looked solemn.

In the center of the hall is a huge sand table, which displays the intricate terrain and military deployments.

A miniature model of the Purple Ying warship floats beside the sand table, its entire body gleaming with a pale purple light.

"Why hasn't Xiao Ke arrived yet?"

Xu Sanqi asked in a deep voice. Just as he finished speaking, the hall doors opened.

Xiao Ke led Lao Mo in, their black leather boots making a crisp sound on the stone slabs.

"Sorry for the delay."

Xiao Ke offered a brief apology and stepped aside.

Old Mo rubbed his hands together and walked over to the sand table with a grin.

"Old Mo, how's the upgrade of the Ziying warship going?"

Xu Sanqi got straight to the point.

Old Mo put away his playful expression, took out a crystal-clear jade slip with spiritual patterns from his pocket, and tossed it aside.

Jade, simplified into a stream of light, disappeared into the floating Ziying warship model.

In an instant, the model shone brightly, and countless fine spiritual patterns flowed across the surface of the ship, forming a series of mysterious designs.

The internal structure of the warship is also clearly visible, especially the spirit furnace at its core, which has been completely renovated.

"I have successfully completed my mission."

Old Mo straightened his chest, his voice filled with pride.

"The new spirit furnace adopts the spiral spirit pattern array proposed by that brat Jiang Xuan, tripling the efficiency of spirit energy conversion. The entire warship's power has more than doubled, and its speed has doubled, enough to shake off the pursuit of a Spirit Sea Realm expert."

The obese middle-aged man suddenly stood up, his small eyes wide open.

Is this really true?

"Absolutely true."

Old Mo made a solemn vow.

"All six spirit-patterned war cannons have been modified, and when fully armed, they are powerful enough to threaten the lives of experts in the Spirit Sea Realm."

The best part is that now, only a Spirit Realm cultivation level is needed to perfectly control this warship.

The hall fell silent; everyone was stunned by the news.

Everyone present knew perfectly well what this meant.

In future wars, cultivators at the Spirit Gang Realm can use the Purple Ying Warship to kill Spirit Sea Realm experts even if they are of a higher level, and even fight against the warriors of the Witch Barbarian Clan!

"What about the spirit crystal consumption?"

Xu Sanqi asked in a deep voice, his fingers unconsciously tapping the table.

Old Mo grinned, revealing a few yellow teeth.

"Not only did it not increase, it actually decreased by 30%."

"good!"

An obese middle-aged man slapped his thigh, his face contorting into a ball of fat.

"Let's see how arrogant those barbarian witches can be now!"

Xu Sanqi, however, appeared even calmer.

"What are the refining costs and time?"

"The process is slightly more complex, but the spirit rune masters of the Imperial Divine Crafts Institute can mass-produce it."

Old Mo was confident.

"We can ship three ships a month, and we can increase the speed once we become more proficient."

Everyone's eyes shone with excitement.

This brand-new Purple Elite warship will become a powerful weapon in the Empire's wars, enough to change the landscape of local battlefields.

"All of this is thanks to Jiang Xuan's design and concept."

Old Mo suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but it silenced the hall once again.

Xu Sanqi's eyes held a strange look, while the others exchanged bewildered glances.

They all recalled the astonishing power displayed by the Flying Star Crossbow during the quarterly assessment.

"Just who is that kid?"

An obese middle-aged man muttered to himself.

"Have you found out who his master is?"

Xu Sanqi looked at Xiaoman in the corner.

Xiaoman shook her head, her short silver hair swaying with the movement.

"There's no definite information, only that it came from Qingfeng County."

Xu Sanqi pondered for a moment and then made a decision.

"Give Jiang Xuan a reward. Old Mo, go and ask him what he needs."

He surveyed the crowd with a sharp gaze.

"Remember, this must be kept strictly confidential. No one is allowed to reveal the relationship between the Ziying warship, the Flying Star Crossbow, and Jiang Xuan."

"Yes!"

Everyone responded in unison.

Xiaoman clenched her fist.

"I will protect him."

Donglu, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke.

"Instructor Xu, hasn't your spirit-patterned battle armor, Wolf Fang Moon, been damaged for many years? Perhaps Jiang Xuan could try it out?"

Xu Sanqi waved his hand without replying, but instead took out a blank document from his pocket and handed it to Xiao Ke.

Give this to Jiang Xuan.

Xiao Ke took the document and opened it with a puzzled look.

"Is this... the certificate for the Qingfeng County and Prefecture Examination?"

The others also looked puzzled.

The obese middle-aged man couldn't help but ask.

"Instructor Xu, are you suggesting that boy participate in the Imperial Provincial Examination?"

"That's not what I meant."

Xu Sanqi said calmly.

"We have no choice but to follow orders."

Xiao Ke carefully examined the contents of the document, which contained detailed information about Jiang Xuan.

Name, place of origin, age, cultivation level, talent attributes, occupation, as well as assessment results and examiner's comments.

This was clearly obtained by the Bloodthirsty Camp through special connections.

"A month later, we will take the trainees to Demon Cloud Ridge for training."

Xu Sanqi made the final announcement.

Meeting adjourned.

As everyone left, only Lao Mo remained, looking at Xu Sanqi with a hesitant expression.

"Is there anything else?"

Xu Sanqi asked without looking up.

Old Mo rubbed his hands together.

"Jiang Xuan is indeed a rare talent. Should we give him special training?"

Xu Sanqi finally raised his head, his expression complex.

"Let's see if he can survive the challenges posed by the other trainees."

Inside Old Mo's warehouse, Jiang Xuan was intently carving intricate patterns on a spirit pattern board. He didn't even look up when he heard footsteps.

"Old Mo, you stepped on my spirit rune line."

"You brat, you knew it was me without even opening your eyes?"

Old Mo walked in with a laugh and a curse, casually tossing the state exam certificate onto the table.

"Here you go."

Jiang Xuan then put down his spirit-patterned pen and picked up the document to examine it. After a moment, a smile appeared on his lips.

"The Bloodthirsty Camp's power is greater than I imagined; they can even obtain state examination certificates."

"It was given to me by Instructor Xu."

Old Mo poured himself a cup of tea and gulped it down.

"Someone arranged this on purpose."

Jiang Xuan nodded thoughtfully and put the voucher away.

He understood that this must involve certain power networks.

In an empire, relationships are sometimes more important than power.

"By the way, about the Ziying warship and the Flying Star Crossbow..."

Old Mo scratched his head somewhat awkwardly.

"All the credit is being given to me."

Jiang Xuan chuckled softly.

"What, are you afraid I'll get angry?"

"You little brat"

Old Mo breathed a sigh of relief. (End of Chapter)