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

Seeing Xue Jin appear, he knew he was safe for the time being.

The last shred of willpower receded like the tide.

"The rest... is up to you..." He used his last strength to utter a few words, his body went limp, and his vision went completely dark as he fell straight backward.

Xue Jin reacted swiftly, scooping up Jiang Xuan's falling body with her large, fan-like hand.

Upon touching him, one could only feel that Jiang Xuan's body was cold and stiff, his breath was as weak as a candle in the wind, his spiritual energy was exhausted, and his divine soul power was completely depleted. The penetrating wound on his chest was even more shocking, with the cold destructive power of the remaining snow arrow constantly eroding his life force.

Xue Jin's smile vanished instantly, and her brows furrowed.

He carefully examined Jiang Xuan's condition and his heart skipped a beat.

“The oil is exhausted and the lamp is dead… the source is damaged…” Xue Jin murmured to himself, looking at the unconscious boy in his arms with complicated eyes.

"Damn it, what a reckless little madman!"

He looked up at the still gloomy sky, then looked down at Jiang Xuan's pale face and the gray fur ball in his arms that was still bouncing around carefree. Finally, a resolute look flashed in his rugged eyes.

"Fine! I'll help you one more time!"

Xue Jin let out a low growl, no longer hesitating. His burly body picked up Jiang Xuan as if he were carrying a feather. With a light step, his figure instantly turned into a blurry afterimage, disappearing completely into the depths of the rain-soaked streets with chirping sounds.

Sometime later, the torrential rain that had raged all night finally stopped.

The heavy dark clouds dispersed, revealing the night sky, cleansed like black jade after the rain, dotted with countless stars, clear and bright.

In the depths of Biguang Pavilion in Yanxia City, there is a quiet and elegant courtyard.

Qi Xiaokong, the current head of the Qi family and the true person in charge of the Biguang Pavilion, was sitting alone on a stone bench in the pavilion.

Before him sat a pot of warm wine and two white jade wine cups.

The night breeze, carrying the scent of damp grass and trees after the rain, rustled his magnificent robes.

He picked up his wine glass, took a small sip, and gazed calmly at the serene night view outside the pavilion.

An old servant with a deep and solemn aura and white hair and beard stood behind him like a shadow.

"It seems quite lively outside tonight?"

Qi Xiaokong put down his wine glass, his voice flat and emotionless, revealing neither joy nor anger.

“Reporting to the master,” the old servant bowed slightly, his voice respectful.

"According to reports from various informants, more than a dozen forces joined forces to hunt down that poor boy named Jiang Xuan. The operation was quite large; it's said that even assassins from Tingyu Tower were dispatched. By now... the dust should have settled, and that kid... is probably no more than bones."

Upon hearing this, Qi Xiaokong revealed a calm smile that suggested he had everything under control, and poured himself another glass of wine.

"Hmm. After causing such a big fuss, it's finally resolved."

"A ignorant and arrogant brat dares to challenge the majesty of my Azure Light Pavilion? He deserves to die. However..."

He paused, his tone turning cold, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"The cleanup must be done cleanly and efficiently. Seal up what needs to be sealed off, and appease those who need to be appeased. The reputation of my Biguang Pavilion cannot be tarnished in the slightest. Understand?"

"Old slave understands."

The old servant replied respectfully.

"We will handle this properly and will not allow it to damage the reputation of Biguang Pavilion..."

Before the old servant could finish speaking...
Whoosh!
A very faint whooshing sound rang out!
A thin, jet-black post with edges shimmering with a cold metallic sheen appeared out of thin air like a ghost and nailed itself precisely to the stone table in front of Qi Xiaokong! It was driven into the stone table an inch deep, penetrating three-tenths of an inch!

The post contained no text, only a flower pattern branded with some kind of strange obsidian powder, its petals eerie and radiating a cold, mysterious glow!
The moment Qi Xiaokong saw the black post, his calm and composed demeanor vanished completely! It was replaced by utter shock and… a barely concealed fear!
His hand holding the wine glass trembled suddenly, and most of the wine spilled out!

"The Obsidian... Scroll?!"

Qi Xiaokong gasped in shock, his voice trembling!

He grabbed the cold, black postcard abruptly, his fingers trembling slightly.

The post felt heavy and cold to the touch, as if it contained some kind of heavy will.

He trembled as he opened the post, which contained only one line of cold, domineering handwriting in the same obsidian powder.

"That concludes tonight's events."

These seven short words struck Qi Xiaokong's mind like seven thunderbolts! A bone-chilling cold instantly shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head!
"Father! Father! Something terrible has happened!"

Just then, Qi Yunxiao's panicked, tearful voice came from outside the courtyard.

He stumbled into the pavilion, his face still showing signs of shock.

"The operation...the operation failed! That Jiang Xuan...he's not dead!"
He's still alive! All of us... are...

Snap!

A resounding slap landed hard on Qi Yunxiao's face, effectively silencing his subsequent words!

Qi Yunxiao covered his face, looking at his furious father in disbelief.

"Shut up! You idiot!"

Qi Xiaokong's face was ashen, his eyes filled with unprecedented rage and lingering fear. He pointed at Qi Yunxiao's nose and roared fiercely, his voice hoarse from the extreme emotional turmoil.

"From this day forward! You are not allowed to mention Lin Xuan's name again! And you are not allowed to cause him any more trouble! Otherwise, I'll break your legs! Get out! Get out of here!"

Qi Yunxiao was terrified by his father's unprecedented rage. He covered his face and scrambled out of the pavilion.

Qi Xiaokong gripped the icy black obsidian scroll tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white and the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

He stared at the eerie obsidian flower and the seven cold words on the post, his heart churning with endless apprehension and a hint of... the fear of surviving a catastrophe.

He's kicked a hornet's nest... and a hornet's nest powerful enough to crush the entire Azure Light Pavilion! Lin Xuan... what kind of being stands behind you?!

Almost at the same time.

In Yanxia City, on the desks of the Yuan family, Zhao family, Wu family... and all the core figures of the more than ten powerful families who participated in tonight's siege operation, a black card with the same obsidian flower pattern appeared mysteriously.

The post content is exactly the same.

"That concludes tonight's events."

Panic spread rapidly through these mansions like a plague!
"The Obsidian Scroll! It's the Obsidian Scroll!"

"Oh no... How did I get involved with them?!"

"Quickly! Pass down the order! All actions targeting Lin Xuan must cease immediately! Everyone involved in tonight's operation must remain silent! Anyone who disobeys will be punished according to family law!"

"Lin Xuan...who exactly is he?!" Fearful, panicked, and incredulous growls and commands echoed through countless magnificent halls and secret chambers.

They thought they had stepped on an ant, but instead they kicked a towering pillar that could have crushed it to pieces!

The city lord's mansion, on the highest star-gazing platform.

City Lord Liu Wujun stood by the railing, gazing at the clear starry sky after the rain, listening to his subordinates' reports on the strange events in various parts of the city and the mysterious black letter, a meaningful sneer appearing on his face.

"A bunch of idiots! Blinded by greed! They actually treated a boy connected to the 'Obsidian Sanctuary' as some poor kid they could manipulate at will? They'll die without even knowing why!"

He shook his head, his tone filled with mockery and a hint of barely perceptible apprehension.

Deep within Yanxia Academy, in an ancient and simple pavilion.

Vice Dean Wei Lingzhen and instructor Du Dongtu sat facing each other, drinking tea.

On the table, there was also a rubbing of the Obsidian Scroll.

"The Obsidian Scroll... It hasn't appeared in so many years."

Wei Lingzhen gently put down her teacup, her eyes gleaming.

"It seems that those big families have really bitten off more than they can chew this time."

Du Dongtu stroked his chin, a hint of satisfaction on his face.

"Well done! It's time to teach them a lesson! Did they really think that students from poor families were just fish on their chopping board? After this incident, let's see if they dare to suppress talented students from poor families so recklessly in the future! This may not be a bad thing for the academy."

The Wen clan's ancestral home, a quiet and elegant study.

Wen Changtian was stunned when he saw the description of the Obsidian Scroll and the news that Jiang Xuan was not dead in the secret report in his hand. Then he couldn't help but burst into laughter. His laughter was loud and full of joy!

"Hahaha! Good! Well done, Lin Xuan! Well done, Obsidian Scroll! Mingxiu! You did the right thing! You did the right thing!"

He slammed his hand on the table and stood up, his face full of approval and relief.

"If it weren't for your strong opposition and insistence on not attacking Lin Xuan, my Wen family would probably be living in constant fear like those fools! Hahaha! We avoided a huge problem! A huge problem indeed!"

Wen Mingxiu, who was standing to the side, was now pale-faced, her beautiful eyes filled with extreme shock and lingering fear.

As she looked at the secret report, her delicate hands trembled slightly.

Jiang Xuan… who… who exactly are you? The Blood Slaughtering Camp… is just the tip of the iceberg? And behind you stands… the Obsidian Sanctuary?! This thought exploded in her mind like a thunderbolt, leaving her unable to recover for a long time.

Only now did she truly understand what a terrifying catastrophe her seemingly risky decision had saved the Wen clan from! A chill, accompanied by an indescribable shock, crept up her spine.

In the depths of a secluded courtyard in Yanxia City, which seems to exist independently of the mortal world.

The pavilion overlooks the lake. The drizzle has long since stopped, and the lake surface is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the starry sky after the rain.

Listening to the rain, she sat upright before the zither, her slender fingers gently plucking the strings. The melodious music flowed like a clear spring, carrying a soothing rhythm.

suddenly!

"Zheng!!"

A piercing sound of tearing silk suddenly rang out!

A strong string snapped without warning! The music stopped abruptly!

Tingyu's fingers hovered in mid-air, a thin bloodstain drawn from the broken string on her fingertips.

A flicker of emotion finally appeared on his handsome, ethereal face, which was utterly indifferent and devoid of any worldly warmth.

He slowly raised his head, his deep, ancient eyes looking at the gray-clad servant kneeling on one knee outside the waterside pavilion.

“My lord…” The gray-clad servant’s voice trembled uncontrollably with disbelief.

"Canxue... made a mistake."

"A slip-up?"

Listening to the rain, the sound remained cold and clear, revealing no joy or anger, but a very subtle ripple flickered in the depths of those calm, still eyes.

“Yes…” The servant lowered his head even further, his voice hoarse.

"The target... that young man at the Human Realm who was about to participate in the provincial examination... Jiang Xuan... Lady Canxue was defeated by him... and retreated severely injured! The mission... failed!"

The waterside pavilion fell into a deathly silence.

Listening to the rain, she remained silent, the tiny drop of blood on her fingertip slowly gathering and dripping onto the cold piano, spreading a glaring red.

He slowly withdrew his finger, his gaze falling on the lake reflecting the starlight, as if digesting this news that defied all logic.

"Human Realm... Provincial Examination..." Tingyu repeated softly, her tone carrying a hint of indescribable emotion.

"Canxue... to be defeated by someone like this... Interesting, truly interesting."

The attendant prostrated himself on the ground, his heart filled with utter shock! Lord Canxue, the top silver-ranked assassin of Tingyu Tower, renowned for his "steadiness," a Heavenly Gang Realm expert who had never failed! Gray Sable was crippled, Ghost Moon narrowly escaped death, and now even Lord Canxue was severely injured and defeated… All of this was actually caused by the same Human Gang Realm youth who was about to participate in the provincial examination?! This was simply unbelievable! If he hadn't heard the news from Lord Canxue with his own ears, he would never have believed it!
"The mission failed, but everyone survived, which is good."

The sound of rain broke the silence again, carrying a strange calm, as if stating an insignificant fact.

Upon hearing this, the attendant abruptly raised his head, his eyes filled with astonishment.

The mission failed, and the losses were heavy, yet the adults said... it's good that no one died? This... this doesn't make sense!

"My lord... there is one more thing!"

The attendant, recalling the news Ghost Moon had brought back, quickly added.

"Lady Ghost Moon said that when she and Lady Gray Sable were in mortal danger, an extremely terrifying expert intervened! That person... let them go and asked Lady Ghost Moon to deliver a message..."

"What?"

Tingyu finally turned her gaze away from the lake and onto the servant.

The servant took a deep breath and clearly uttered those four words that seemed to carry a bloody, magical power.

"'Twilight Blood of the Azure Mountains'!"

Buzz!

The moment those four words were uttered!
The servant clearly felt the temperature in the entire waterside pavilion plummet! An indescribable, chillingly terrifying aura, like a sleeping prehistoric beast awakening, instantly emanated from Tingyu! Although it was only fleeting, the servant felt as if his very soul had been frozen in an instant!

For the first time, a violent emotion appeared on Tingyu's usually indifferent face!
His pupils suddenly contracted, and all the color drained from his handsome face, replaced by a terrifying paleness!
His body even swayed slightly uncontrollably!
Bloodstained mountains at dusk!

These four words were like a key to unlock the gates of hell, instantly tearing open a bloody gash in his long-buried memories! A hellish world of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, a setting sun as red as blood, uncontrollably surfaced in his mind! The vast mountains were stained crimson with blood, the corpses of countless powerful beings piled high, only that figure, like a demon god, stood proudly atop the mountains, with countless slain lives beneath his feet! It was a forbidden past that even the Listening Rain Pavilion avoided mentioning! It was a legend existing only in the highest echelons, a symbol of absolute destruction and terror!

It was him?! (End of Chapter)