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

Just as the three were immersed in the immense shock of the birth of the spiritual treasure, their hearts surging and unable to calm down.
"Creak" a light sound.

The door, which had been tightly closed for three days and three nights, was finally slowly pushed open.

Jiang Xuan appeared at the doorway.

His face was deathly pale, his lips were cracked, his eyes were sunken and bloodshot, and he exuded an undeniable weakness and listlessness, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

But his back was ramrod straight, and though weariness was hard to hide in the depths of his eyes, they were still bright as stars, gleaming with a sharp edge that had been tempered to the extreme.

Xue Jin and Chu Feng barely recovered from their shock, and their gazes toward Jiang Xuan became extremely complex, filled with scrutiny, amazement, and a hint of... strangeness, as if they were getting to know a monster all over again.

Granny Feng's sharp gaze instantly fell on Jiang Xuan, taking in his extremely listless state.

A slight thought crossed her mind. This kid's condition... clearly showed that his mental and spiritual energy were pushed to their limits! This couldn't have been caused by simply "watching" or "helping out"! Could it be...?
Jiang Xuan seemed oblivious to the strange looks from the three men, or perhaps he simply didn't care.

He forced himself to stay awake, bowed slightly in the direction of Granny Feng, forced a stiff smile, and spoke in a hoarse and weak voice.

"So it's Granny Feng who has graced us with her presence... cough cough... I apologize for not greeting you properly."

Looking at Jiang Xuan's pitiful appearance, and recalling the earth-shattering phenomenon of the spiritual treasure just now, Granny Feng's thoughts raced. She snorted coldly, but her tone was much gentler than before.

"Hmph! Little brat, stop pretending in front of this old woman! It wasn't you who was forging weapons inside and wasting your energy, so stop acting weak and pitiful!"

Upon hearing this, Xue Jin and Chu Feng's expressions became even stranger, their eyes darting back and forth between Granny Feng and Jiang Xuan, filled with an indescribable meaning.

Chu Feng almost burst out laughing.

Granny Feng stopped dwelling on the issue and went straight to the point, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"I'm here today because I'm too lazy to bother with those trivial matters from before, you little rascal."

But Huang Jianxiong's matter must be resolved!

Jiang Xuan frowned slightly and looked at Granny Feng.

“Those powerful families in the capital can’t swallow this insult, but they won’t openly take action against you for the time being, out of respect for my wife.”

"Grandma Wind said coldly."

"They've proposed a solution: a duel! In a few days, they'll send one of their people to fight you fairly! If you win, the matter will be over, and they'll never use it to provoke us again! If you lose…"

She paused, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.

"Then you will have to pay the price! Whether you live or die is not up to you!"

"A fight?"

Xue Jin scoffed, her tone laced with sarcasm.

"Fairness? Can we trust the fairness those privileged kids talk about?"

Chu Feng looked at Jiang Xuan with a worried expression.

"Jiang Xuan, your current state... and those geniuses from the capital..."

Jiang Xuan remained silent for a moment, his eyes calm and unwavering, as he looked at Granny Feng.

"Who is the opponent? What level is their opponent at?"

"Don't worry, now that I'm in charge, I won't let them take advantage of any loopholes."

"Grandma Wind said in a deep voice."

"They can choose their opponents, but their strength will definitely be limited to within the Human罡 Realm! They will never be a whole realm higher than you! That's the bottom line!"

She looked at Jiang Xuan and added.

"The specific time and place of the duel, as well as the spiritual materials needed to repair the Ancient Law Spirit Ocarina and the reward of ten thousand gold coins, will be personally delivered to you by Xie Yutang in a couple of days."

Xie Yutang!
Upon hearing this name, a cold glint flashed in the depths of Jiang Xuan's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

"Sent by Xie Yutang?"

Jiang Xuan frowned slightly, then said.

"Grandma Feng, please have Xie Yutang deliver the spiritual materials and payment to the Spirit Pattern Master Commune in the city and give them to Chu Feng."

He pointed to Chu Feng beside him.

"Oh? Why?"

Grandma Wind raised an eyebrow.

Jiang Xuan explained with a "sincere" expression.

“This place is where my master cultivates in seclusion, and it is most taboo for outsiders to disturb him. If it weren’t for the amazing phenomenon of the birth of the spiritual treasure today, I would never have dared to let Granny Feng stay here for long. If Xie Yutang were to come here rashly and disturb my master’s cultivation… I really cannot bear the responsibility.”

His words were perfectly worded, both elevating the status of "Master Xun" and implying that this place was not suitable for lingering, while also preventing Xie Yutang, whom he disliked intensely, from setting foot on his territory.

Granny Feng gave Jiang Xuan a deep look, as if trying to read something from his face, but Jiang Xuan's eyes remained calm.

She hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded.

"Alright! As you wish! The items will be delivered to the Spirit Pattern Master Commune."

Having achieved her goal, Granny Wind did not linger any longer.

She glanced one last time at Jiang Xuan's still tightly closed main house, her eyes filled with complex emotions and a hint of awe. Then she turned around, leaning on her wooden cane, and her figure disappeared silently as if blending into the night.

Looking in the direction where Granny Feng disappeared, Xue Jin let out a long sigh and took a big gulp of wine to calm her nerves.

"Phew... This old hag is unusually easy to talk to today? It seems she's been intimidated by the formidable 'Master Xun'!"

He deliberately emphasized the words "seeking a master," looking at Jiang Xuan with a mocking expression.

Chu Feng couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Of course! A magical treasure has appeared in the world! Its significance... tsk tsk, even if Granny Feng is arrogant, she'll have to think twice!"

"Shut up!"

Xue Jin glared at Chu Feng and said irritably.

"Watch your mouth, kid! When that old hag goes crazy, ten of you wouldn't be enough to withstand one slap from her!"

Chu Feng shrank back in fright, too embarrassed to say another word.

Jiang Xuan rubbed his temples wearily, his voice still hoarse.

"Grandma Feng... although she is strong and protective of her own, she is still somewhat reasonable. What I fear most are those who are completely unreasonable and domineering to the end."

"Alright, enough with the nonsense!"

Xue Jin waved his hand impatiently, his cloudy old eyes suddenly flashing with a burning light, like a hungry wolf eyeing a piece of meat, staring intently at Jiang Xuan.

"Where's the knife?! Quick! Bring the knife out and let this old man see it! It's a freshly forged spiritual treasure! It's been so many years since this old man has personally touched a newly created spiritual treasure!"

Chu Feng immediately forgot his fear, his eyes shining with longing.

"Yes, yes, yes! Jiang Xuan, let us see! That's a spiritual treasure!" Jiang Xuan smiled helplessly at their eager expressions, then turned and went back to his room.

A moment later, he came out again, this time with something in his hand.

It was that battle sword, two feet seven inches long and four fingers wide, its entire body as black as ink!

The blade remained deep and its edge as thin as a cicada's wing, with a straight blood groove in the center exuding ferocity.

At first glance, it seemed no different from the blade blank that had just been taken out of the furnace three days ago, and not even a trace of spiritual light was leaking out.

Xue Jin couldn't wait and snatched it away. It felt slightly heavy and cool to the touch.

He frowned and examined it carefully, turning it over and over.

"Hmm? It looks... like nothing's changed? Where's the aura of the spirit treasure? Where did that earth-shattering power go?"

However, just as he finished speaking...
"Buzz!"

The jet-black battle blade he held trembled violently! An incredibly strong sense of resistance erupted instantly! Like a slumbering beast awakened by a stranger, it let out an angry roar! A tangible, chillingly sharp edge suddenly appeared on the black blade!
"hiss!"

Caught off guard, Xue Jin felt as if his fingers, gripping the hilt of the knife, had been pierced by countless cold steel needles! Even with his cultivation level, his fingertips felt a sharp pain!
"Such strong spirituality! Such a fiery temperament!"

Xue Jin was not surprised but delighted, her eyes gleaming!
His powerful spiritual energy surged instantly, forcefully suppressing the restlessness of the battle blade, firmly gripping it in his hand, and he couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"It possesses inner divine brilliance, yet its sharpness remains concealed! It is naturally imbued with spirituality, and is untamed! Excellent! Excellent spiritual treasure battle blade! It is truly the real deal!"

Chu Feng couldn't resist the urge to approach.

"Senior Xuejin, let me touch it too..."

"careful!"

Before Xue Jin could finish speaking!

The battle blade, which had been forcibly suppressed by Xue Jin, seemed to sense the approach of Chu Feng, a "weaker" being, and its blade suddenly trembled! A wisp of black light, even more condensed and ferocious than before, shot out from the tip of the blade like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air, and went straight for Chu Feng's outstretched fingers!

"Mom!"

Chu Feng was so frightened that his soul almost left his body. He let out a strange cry and abruptly withdrew his hand! That fierce glint almost grazed his fingertips, and the sharp wind even cut off a few of his hairs!

Chu Feng collapsed to the ground with a thud, his back instantly soaked in cold sweat. His heart pounded wildly, his face turned deathly pale, and his eyes were filled with lingering fear and trepidation as he stared at the black battle blade.

"A vicious... an unparalleled weapon! This blade... is too ferocious!"

Upon seeing this, a strange light flashed in Jiang Xuan's eyes.

This was the first time he had ever truly felt the spirit of the battle sword he had forged with his own hands! That feeling of arrogance and ferocity, yet also of being connected to his own bloodline!

With a slight thought, he reached out towards the battle sword.

"Buzz!"

The pitch-black battle blade, which had been struggling fiercely in Xue Jin's hand and exuding a menacing aura, instantly fell silent.

The fierce aura on the blade receded like the tide, emitting a gentle hum.

Immediately afterwards, it broke free from Xue Jin's grasp and transformed into a dark stream of light.

With a "whoosh," it flew with incredible precision, like a swallow returning to its nest, and automatically flew into Jiang Xuan's outstretched palm!
The hilt feels warm and smooth to the touch, and the blade trembles slightly, conveying a wonderful feeling of being connected by blood and mind.

It was as if this murderous blade was an extension of Jiang Xuan's body!

Jiang Xuan casually twirled his sword.

"Sizzle!"

Without using any spiritual power, the blade merely sliced ​​through the air, producing a clear tearing sound! A faint, visible black trail of energy lingered for a fleeting moment along the blade's trajectory! An invisible, chillingly malevolent aura spread throughout the courtyard with the movement of the blade!
Xue Jin and Chu Feng's eyes lit up instantly! It was as if they had seen a priceless treasure!
"Good knife!"

"A peerless and deadly weapon!"

The two exclaimed in unison, their voices filled with undisguised envy and amazement!

Xue Jin and Chu Feng's gazes were drawn to Jiang Xuan's hand like a magnet, fixed on the jet-black, fierce-looking battle sword.

That knife may seem simple and unadorned, but it is like a lurking ancient beast, containing a terrifying power and spirituality that is far beyond the reach of ordinary spiritual weapons!

Chu Feng watched with a burning desire, and recalling the near-fatal accident where his finger was cut off by the blade, he felt both awe and intense curiosity.

He slapped his storage bag hard, and a flash of dark light appeared. In his hand was a battle sword about three feet long, completely black, and gleaming with a cold metallic light.

The blade is thick and heavy, with a sharp edge, exuding a calm and menacing aura.

"Black Spirit Battle Blade!"

Chu Feng looked at Jiang Xuan with burning eyes, his gaze carrying a hint of provocation and eagerness.

"Jiang Xuan! Use your knife to cut it! Let me see just how sharp your treasure really is!"

Jiang Xuan frowned slightly, somewhat hesitant, as he looked at the black spirit battle blade in Chu Feng's hand, which was of excellent quality and clearly a high-grade spiritual weapon.

"This...isn't this a bit inappropriate? What if..."

"What if what?!"

Xue Jin, who was watching with great interest, immediately fanned the flames and impatiently urged them on.

"Just start cutting! Stop dawdling! This is perfect for an old man like me to see the sharpness of this magical weapon! Even Chu brat doesn't seem to care about the blade, so why are you so worried? Hurry up!"

Chu Feng nodded vigorously, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"Yes! Chop it! If you break it, it's on me! I just want to see the difference!"

Seeing that the two were so insistent, Jiang Xuan no longer declined.

He took a deep breath, and his eyes instantly became focused and sharp.

He gripped the cold, palm-shaped hilt of the "Flowing Light" sword with one hand, without using any spiritual power. He simply relied on the sharpness of the sword itself and his own physical strength to flick his wrist and deliver a simple, downward slash to the Black Spirit Sword held horizontally in Chu Feng's hand!
There was no howling wind, no blinding light, only a dark arc that streaked across the air, so fast that its trajectory was almost invisible!

"Crack!"

A soft, yet remarkably clear, tearing sound rang out!

Like a scalding hot knife cutting through solidified butter!
Under the wide-eyed gazes of Xue Jin and Chu Feng, the Black Spirit Battle Blade, a weapon of considerable quality and renowned for its hardness and weight, became as fragile as paper the moment it came into contact with the "Flowing Light" blade! The blade was smoothly and effortlessly cleaved in two from the middle!
The cut was as smooth as a mirror, gleaming with the cold light of metal being instantly severed!

"Clang!"

Half of the blade fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The courtyard was deathly silent.

Xue Jin gasped, his cloudy old eyes flashing with disbelief!

Chu Feng was completely stunned. He remained in the position of holding the knife, looking at the broken hilt and blade that were now only half in his hand. His mouth was agape, and his mind was buzzing!

Jiang Xuan himself was stunned, looking at the "Flowing Light" in his hand, which was still dark and dull, as if nothing had been done, his eyes filled with surprise.

He knew the blade was sharp, but he hadn't expected it to be this sharp! The sheer material of the blade itself, combined with the "sharpness" attributed to it by the spiritual runes, allowed it to so easily sever a high-quality spiritual weapon! This power far exceeded his expectations! (End of Chapter)