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

These normally fierce and ruthless witch warriors were now trembling, their hands gripping their weapons shaking uncontrollably.

On the distant cliff, Qi Can and Mu Lengxin both saw deep shock in each other's eyes.

"Did you see clearly just now?"

Qi Can's voice was dry, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

Mu Lengxin shook his head, a rare crack appearing on his usually stern face.

"I couldn't even catch a glimpse of its afterimage. This guy's been hiding too well."

Behind them, a dozen or so imperial cultivators stared in disbelief.

Just moments before, they were worried sick about Jiang Xuan, believing he was doomed. Who could have imagined the situation would reverse so quickly?
"ah."

A piercing scream shattered the silence.

Finally, one of the female sorcerers could no longer withstand the pressure and turned to flee in a frenzy.

This scream acted as a fuse, instantly igniting panic within the Witch Barbarian faction.

"Run! Run now!"

"This is a monster!"

"I don't want to die!"

More than fifty surviving powerful Wuman warriors scattered like birds and beasts, rushing down the mountain in a frenzy.

Some even abandoned their weapons in order to run faster.

They came with great fanfare, but now they are like stray dogs, wishing they had more legs.

Jiang Xuan remained standing in place, not giving chase. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but that he couldn't.

The "star-catching" treatment drained most of his strength, and now every breath is accompanied by excruciating pain.

But he absolutely cannot fall, otherwise those fleeing barbarian shamans might very well launch a counterattack.

"Hang in there, just a little longer!"

Jiang Xuan gritted his teeth, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

He felt as if his meridians had been scorched by raging fire, and his spiritual energy flowed extremely sluggishly.

Even more terrifying is the pain on the level of the soul, as if someone is slowly cutting away at his consciousness with a blunt knife.

The Bone Crown Priest was one of the few shamans who did not flee.

He stared intently at Jiang Xuan, his cloudy old eyes filled with a complex light.

"Boy, do you know who you killed?"

The voice of the bone crown sacrifice was hoarse.

"These five are the cream of the crop among the younger generation of the Nine Lineages of the Witch Barbarians, and behind them stands the wrath of the entire Witch Barbarian Clan!"

Jiang Xuan turned his head, his gaze sharp as a knife.

"So what?"

These three simple words caused the bone crown priest to involuntarily take a half step back.

The old man then realized with a start that his back was soaked in cold sweat.

"Good, very good!"

The bone-crestoring priest feigned composure and bent down to pick up the bone staff.

"The grudge we've inflicted today will be repaid a hundredfold by the Wuman tribe!"

After uttering those harsh words, the old man turned and left, his speed not much slower than that of the young shamans.

In the blink of an eye, the once bustling battlefield was reduced to a scene of corpses and the pungent smell of blood.

Once the last barbarian had disappeared from sight, Jiang Xuan finally collapsed to one knee.

With a "whoosh," a mouthful of blood sprayed onto the scorched earth, instantly evaporating into a blood mist due to the intense heat.

"The Star-Picking Method should indeed not be used lightly."

Jiang Xuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a wry smile.

The fact that they were able to kill five powerful enemies in one fell swoop was partly due to the astonishing power of the "Star-Picking Style," but more importantly, it was because they took advantage of the element of surprise.

If the other party is prepared, the outcome is still uncertain.

He forced himself to his feet. The stench of blood from the battlefield jolted his senses, reminding him that there were more important things to do: reap the spoils of war.

Jiang Xuan dragged his weary body and began to clean up the battlefield.

The Broken Army Battle Blade in his hand had broken after he used the Star Gathering Technique, and the blade was covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

But this did not stop him from using the remaining blade to cut totem patterns and other valuable items from the enemy's corpse.

"The Water Barbarians' Azure Wave Pattern, the Fire Barbarians' Blazing Flame Symbol, and this, the Bone Barbarians' Bone Sacrifice Totem."

Jiang Xuan collected the materials while muttering to himself.

Each piece of spoils represents his achievements on the battlefield and is a reward he earned with his life.

Just as he was focused on harvesting, shouts of killing suddenly rang out from the foot of the mountain.

Jiang Xuan looked up and saw the imperial cultivators who had been hiding nearby suddenly appear and rush towards the battlefield like sharks that had smelled blood.

"Ah, you've come at just the right time."

Jiang Xuan sneered, his eyes filled with disdain.

These cultivators may appear to be the bravest warriors, but in reality, they only dared to show themselves to "pick up the bargains" after the powerful witches and barbarians had already been defeated.

They dispersed in small groups to various parts of the battlefield and began looting valuables from the corpses.

Jiang Xuan ignored these people and continued to focus on his own gains.

Several students dressed in Bloodthirsty Camp uniforms rushed straight towards his area.

"Look! That's the corpse of the Water Barbarian leader!"

"A student with a pointed face shouted excitedly."

"His Azure Wave main rune is worth at least three hundred military merits!"

"And that Fire Barbarian Elder's Blazing Flame Talisman!"

Another burly trainee's eyes also lit up.

They completely ignored Jiang Xuan, who was harvesting the crops, and pounced directly on the most valuable corpses.

Jiang Xuan's eyes turned cold, and he flashed forward, blocking their path.

"Go away."

His voice was calm, yet it carried an undeniable authority.

The student with the pointed face was stunned for a moment, then shouted angrily.

"Jiang Xuan, what do you mean? These military merits are for everyone who sees them!"

"A share for those who see it?"

Jiang Xuan's lips curled into a mocking smile.

"When the barbarian shaman was still here, why didn't you all come out to share the spoils?"

The burly trainee's face flushed red.

"We...we were sent on another mission! Now that the battle is over, we naturally have the right to share the spoils!"

"oh?"

Jiang Xuan raised the broken sword in his hand.

"Then you can try sharing it with me."

The sharp-faced student's eyes flashed with malice.

"Jiang Xuan, don't be so arrogant! We're here to collect military merits under orders from Senior Brother Qi Can! How dare you disobey orders?"

Upon hearing Qi Can's name, Jiang Xuan's eyes flashed even colder.

Without further ado, he swung his broken sword sharply, a sharp blade of energy grazing the toes of several students and leaving a deep trench in the ground.

"Anyone who crosses this line shall die."

These five simple words plunged the trainees into an icy abyss.

Only then did they notice that although Jiang Xuan's face was pale, his eyes were like those of a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey, sending chills down their spines.

"You...you just wait!"

The sharp-faced student shouted, his voice trembling with fear.

"Senior Brother Qi won't let you get away with this!"

After uttering those harsh words, the group slunk away, but they didn't go far. Instead, they lingered in the distance, clearly still unwilling to give up.

Jiang Xuan ignored them and continued to collect his spoils.

But soon, several more groups of Bloodthirsty Camp students tried to approach, but he forced them back in the same way.

"Jiang Xuan, you're too domineering!"

A female student shouted indignantly.

"According to military law, spoils of war should be distributed uniformly!"

Jiang Xuan didn't even look up.

"Want spoils? Where were you when the barbarian shamans attacked?"

"We...we are not strong enough."

The female trainee stammered.

"Then shut up."

Jiang Xuan said coldly.

"The spoils of war I slay are mine. Anyone who disagrees can challenge me now."

As he spoke, he slammed the broken knife in his hand into the ground, unleashing a fierce aura.

Despite being severely injured, the murderous aura emanating from the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood still caused the surrounding students to involuntarily retreat.

The imperial cultivators in the distance, seeing this scene, also gave up their idea of ​​seizing Jiang Xuan's military merits.

At this moment, a tall, burly young man walked over with a grim face. It was Qi Can. "Jiang Xuan."

Qi Can's voice was icy cold.

"What you're doing shows a blatant disregard for military discipline."

Jiang Xuan then raised his head and looked directly at Qi Can.

"What guidance do you have, Senior Brother Qi?"

"I dare not presume to offer guidance."

Qi Can gave a forced smile.

"Just a reminder, spoils of war should be handed over for unified distribution; this is an ironclad rule of the Bloodthirsty Camp. If you keep them all for yourself, what will your fellow disciples who fought and bled for you think?"

"A bloody battle?"

Jiang Xuan looked around, and wherever his gaze fell, the students all lowered their heads.

"When I was covered in blood just now, why didn't any of my fellow disciples come to my aid?"

Qi Can's face darkened.

"That's just sophistry!"

"You're the one who's arguing unreasonably, Senior Brother Qi."

Jiang Xuan did not back down.

"The spoils of war I kill are mine, that's only right. If you disagree, you can go complain to the instructor. However..."

He abruptly changed the subject, his eyes flashing with a sharp edge.

"Before that, let's ask my sword if it agrees."

Qi Can's expression shifted, and finally he let out a cold snort.

"Good, very good! Jiang Xuan, remember what I said today!"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

The other trainees had no choice but to leave in anger.

Jiang Xuan watched their retreating figures, a cold smile playing on his lips.

He knew very well that after this battle, his position in the Bloodthirsty Camp was unshakeable, unless he died unexpectedly in Demon Cloud Ridge.

In the distance, Mu Lengxin stood on a boulder, coldly observing everything.

The female student next to her whispered.

"Senior Sister Mou, are we just going to let it go like this?"

Mu Lengxin shook his head.

"Don't provoke him for now. His military achievements this time are too great; even the instructors will treat him differently. Making trouble for him now will only bring shame upon yourself."

"But."

"No buts."

Mu Lengxin interrupted.

"In the Bloodthirsty Camp, strength is everything."

Jiang Xuan has already proven his worth, and the high-ranking figures of the Black Wind Army of the Empire won't punish him for such a trivial matter. Otherwise, it would discourage those cultivators who truly fought and bled.

The female student stomped her foot in frustration.

"So we're just going to let him continue being so arrogant?"

Mu Lengxin's eyes gleamed coldly.

"Demon Cloud Ridge is still a long way off. We'll see."

The fighting near the volcano continued until nightfall before gradually coming to an end.

In this battle, over 130 powerful members of the Wuman tribe perished, with the Water Barbarian lineage suffering the most severe losses. The Imperial cultivators also suffered over 30 casualties.

This day marked the thirteenth day since the Bloodthirsty Camp trainees entered the Demon Cloud Ridge war zone.

While the other trainees were still searching for remaining spoils on the battlefield, Jiang Xuan had already quietly left with a rich haul.

His figure disappeared into the twilight, and behind him came murmurs of discussion.

"Have you heard? Jiang Xuan killed five powerful witch warriors all by himself!"

"More than that! It's said that even the bone-crest priests were scared away by him!"

"He's terrifying. It's best to avoid him in the future."

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't let him hear you."

These whispers drifted away on the night wind, but news of the battle quickly spread throughout the entire Demon Cloud Ridge war zone.

On the other side, in the mountains and forests, a white figure moved swiftly through the forest.

Bai Lingxi lightly touched the tree trunk with her toes, her body drawing a graceful arc in the air, landing more than a hundred feet away.

A poisoned arrow pierced the air, but Bai Lingxi didn't turn her head. With a flick of her slender hand, an invisible force shattered the arrow into dust.

Without pausing, she flicked her right hand, fingers pointing like a sword, to the side.

"puff!"

A line of blood appeared on the throat of the witch warrior hiding behind the tree. He fell down with his eyes wide open, never seeing how his opponent made his move until his death.

"The thirty-seventh."

Bai Lingxi counted silently in her mind, her eyes showing no emotion.

These ordinary barbarian warriors were like weeds in front of her, not even worthy of making her pause for a moment.

Suddenly, her ears twitched, and she caught the sound of fighting ahead. She turned and darted toward the source of the sound.

A Bloodthirsty Camp student is being attacked by three witch barbarians. His left arm is injured and bleeding, and his situation is critical.

A cold glint flashed in Bai Lingxi's eyes, and three sword energies shot out simultaneously, accurately piercing the foreheads of the three witch barbarians.

"Thank you so much, Senior Sister Bai, for saving me!"

The student, having survived the ordeal, quickly bowed in respect.

Bai Lingxi nodded.

"What's the situation at the volcano?"

A look of awe immediately appeared in the trainees' eyes.

"Senior Sister, don't you know? Senior Brother Jiang Xuan's battle at the volcano was earth-shattering! He killed six top-tier young Wuman warriors with a single strike! Those were all heirs being groomed by their respective lineages!"

Bai Lingxi's pupils contracted slightly.

"Explain in detail."

"At that time, the Wuman tribes had set up an ambush, with nearly a hundred people surrounding us. Suddenly, Senior Brother Jiang unleashed his power, his True Martial Ninth Level aura sweeping across the entire area. His longsword transformed into a blood-red lightning bolt, and six Wuman geniuses didn't even have time to react before their heads were severed!"

The students were so excited that they danced with joy.

"The brilliance of that strike was simply... simply..."

"Nine levels of True Martial Realm? A new combat technique?"

Bai Lingxi murmured to herself, her eyes growing increasingly fierce with fighting spirit.

She recalled her promise to Jiang Xuan: when he was strong enough, they would have a battle.

"Senior sister?"

The student noticed that she was lost in thought and called out to her softly.

Bai Lingxi snapped out of her daze and said calmly.

"Go ahead, but be careful."

After saying that, he vanished from the spot in a flash.

"Jiang Xuan, it seems you really have caught up."

Bai Lingxi stood on the treetop, gazing towards the volcano, a rare smile playing on her lips.

"When you return to camp, I will personally test whether your strength matches those rumors!"

Meanwhile, on the other side of Demon Cloud Ridge.

Zhao Yin sat cross-legged on the blue stone, surrounded by a pale golden aura.

A Bloodthirsty Camp cadet rushed over and whispered a few words in his ear.

"Oh? One strike kills six?"

Zhao Yin opened his eyes, his golden pupils showing interest.

"I underestimated him."

"Senior Brother Zhao, the whole camp is buzzing with rumors that Jiang Xuan might be the biggest dark horse of our year."

The student said cautiously.

Zhao Yin chuckled.

"The strongest? The Bloodthirsty Camp's year-end assessment is the real test."

He stood up, and the golden energy flowed back into his body.

"Tell the others not to care about these empty titles. Everything will be clear on the day of the assessment."

The student quickly agreed and withdrew.

Zhao Yin gazed into the distance, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Jiang Xuan, I hope you won't let me down. I'll be waiting for you to face me in the year-end assessment."

In the dense forest, Shi Yu was using tortoise shells for divination.

"A very bad omen!"

He put away the tortoise shell and sighed.

"Luckily I avoided it in time, otherwise..."

"Senior Brother Shi!"

A round-faced student came running up, panting. (End of Chapter)