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

"Good guy!"

Xue Jin was the first to react, and he slapped his thigh hard.

"This sharpness...it's simply unreasonable! Kid, try channeling some spiritual energy into it!"

Jiang Xuan was also intrigued.

With a slight thought, he poured the last remaining, barely recovered spiritual power in his body into the "Flowing Light" battle blade in his hand without reservation!

Buzz!

The once silent, pitch-black blade suddenly emitted a deep and resonant hum! Like a sleeping dragon awakening, it roared like a dragon's cry and a tiger's howl! The mysterious and intricate spiritual symbols on the blade instantly lit up, bursting forth with dazzling light. Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple... all kinds of spiritual light flowed endlessly, as if sealing a miniature galaxy within the blade!
However, this dazzling light lasted only a moment!

The next moment, all the light suddenly receded and collapsed, completely replaced by a deep, restrained, yet infinitely ferocious, pitch-black light! The entire battle blade seemed to transform into a black hole that devoured light, releasing a terrifying sharpness that sent chills down one's spine and seemed capable of severing the soul! The air around the blade became distorted and blurred!
Xue Jin and Chu Feng felt a chilling killing intent instantly envelop their bodies, their hair standing on end, as if they were being stared at by a prehistoric beast, and even their breathing became difficult! The mere emanation of the blade energy made them feel a deadly threat!

"A spiritual treasure! This is the true power of a spiritual treasure!"

Chu Feng was so excited that he trembled all over, his voice changed, and his gaze toward "Liu Guang" was filled with fanaticism.

"A peerless weapon! Priceless! No! Invaluable treasure!"

Jiang Xuan felt the immense power and unruly, fierce spirit emanating from the battle blade in his hand, and a surge of heroic spirit welled up within him.

He looked at the last core spirit rune on the blade, inspired by the flowing light spirit rune, full of dynamic circulation, and said in a deep voice.

"This blade was ultimately perfected through the enhancement of the 'Flowing Light Spirit Rune.' Let it be called 'Flowing Light'!"

"Liu Guang?"

Xue Jin savored the name, gazing at the dark blade that possessed an inner radiance and whose sharpness was concealed, and slowly nodded.

"Time flies, but sharpness endures! A fine name! It suits its nature and hints at its origin! Young man, this blade is enough to make your name known in the history of spirit pattern masters!"

Chu Feng nodded vigorously, his eyes filled with utter admiration and awe as he looked at Jiang Xuan.

Being able to personally forge such a divine weapon, Jiang Xuan's status in his heart has been elevated to an unattainable height!

Xue Jin's cloudy old eyes gleamed with an even more intense light.

At such a young age, Jiang Xuan has already managed to refine a genuine spiritual treasure called "Flowing Light," greatly increasing the chances of him having the coveted spirit-patterned battle armor refined in the future! This kid is simply an inexhaustible treasure trove!

Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

Jiang Xuan slowly opened his eyes from meditation. His eyes were full of inner light, and he was full of energy. His mental and spiritual energy, which had been overdrawn before, had been fully restored. In fact, due to the extreme tempering, he had even made some progress.

He opened his palm, a thought stirring in his mind.

"Buzz!"

A deep, resonant sound rang out, and the jet-black "Flowing Light" instantly appeared in his palm, trembling gently and conveying a sense of intimacy born of blood ties.

"Flowing Light..." Jiang Xuan gently stroked the blade, feeling the immense power and untamed spirit within it, his heart filled with countless emotions. If it weren't for the "dynamic cycle" brought by the Flowing Light spirit runes at the last moment...

His ideals awakened him; this life-bound sword, which embodied all his hard work and hopes, had probably long since turned into a pile of scrap metal.

This knife is not only the culmination of his skills, but also a reflection of his experience on the brink of life and death.

He pushed open the door, and the morning sunlight streamed into the courtyard.

Xue Jin was leisurely lying on a deck chair, holding a small glass of wine and teasing Qiu Qiu, who was jumping around on his lap.

The little guy seemed very interested in the aroma of the wine, and he kept trying to peck at the glass with his little head.

"Oh, you're awake? You look pretty energetic."

Xue Jin glanced at Jiang Xuan and said slowly.

"Just a heads-up, that aloof Xie kid will probably be at the Spirit Pattern Master Guild today delivering a challenge to you, along with those things Old Lady Feng promised you. How about it? Ready to 'settle the score'?"

Jiang Xuan walked into the courtyard, stretched his limbs, and looked at "Flowing Light" before calmly speaking.

"Preparations are almost complete. However, there's one last step to take."

"Oh? What's missing?"

Xue Jin raised an eyebrow.

"Get to know it."

Jiang Xuan flipped his wrist, and the Flowing Light Battle Blade pointed diagonally at the ground, emanating an invisible, sharp aura.

"I need to truly understand the limits of 'Flowing Light' and every change it undergoes in actual combat. No matter how perfect the theory is, it still needs to be tested in real combat."

He looked at Xue Jin with a "sincere" smile on his face.

"Old Xue, can you do me a favor? Want to spar with me?"

Xue Jin's relaxed expression froze instantly, and the corner of her mouth twitched.

"Want a fight? Fight you, kid? This old man's bones can't take this kind of strain..."

"Don't worry, we'll stop here."

Jiang Xuan's smile remained unchanged, but his eyes held an unyielding determination.

“Your level of understanding is profound, which is perfect for helping me to squeeze out the potential of ‘Flowing Light’.”

Moreover, I trust you because you acted with restraint.

Looking at Jiang Xuan's "I've got you cornered" expression, and then at the "Flowing Light" sword in his hand that exuded a fierce aura, Xue Jin finally sighed helplessly, put down her wine glass, and slowly stood up.

"Sigh, I must have owed you something in my past life... Fine, fine! But it's a deal, we'll stop here! And... this old man won't hold back!"

"I can't ask for it!"

A fighting spirit surged in Jiang Xuan's eyes.

The next morning.

Jiang Xuan walked out of the room, grimacing. He felt as if all the bones in his body had fallen apart and then been put back together, and every muscle was protesting with soreness.

Although Xue Jin did indeed "stop at the mark" and did not injure his bones, the old man was extremely "controlled" in his attacks. Every punch, every kick, and every block landed precisely on the spot that would cause excruciating pain but would not actually cause serious injury!
As a result, Jiang Xuan was covered in purplish-blue bruises, and even the slightest movement aggravated his nerves, causing him to gasp in pain.

"That old bastard... he definitely did it on purpose!"

Jiang Xuan cursed inwardly, gritting his teeth as he looked at Xue Jin, who was leisurely drinking her morning wine in the courtyard.

He vowed that when he crafted spirit pattern battle armor for this old guy in the future, he would "design it meticulously" so that he could also experience this "ecstasy" feeling!

However, despite the criticism, the "tips and tricks" provided over these three days have had a real effect!

Under Xue Jin's relentless yet precise "ravages," Jiang Xuan's control over the "Flowing Light" battle blade skyrocketed!
He figured out the sharpness and characteristics of this fierce weapon from various angles and with various forces, became familiar with its unruly spirit and subtle reactions in battle, and even began to integrate the newly comprehended [Six-Character Blade Technique] with the characteristics of "Flowing Light". The power it unleashed even made Xue Jin take notice!

What alerted Jiang Xuan even more was Xue Jin's comment during a break in the battle.

"Kid, the knife is good, and your knife skills are ruthless."

But don't forget, a knife is inanimate, but a person is alive! Over-reliance on weapons is ultimately a disadvantage. Your body itself is the most powerful weapon! I see your hand-to-hand combat skills are mediocre. If you have the chance, find a superior fist or palm technique to practice and properly explore the potential within your physique! Don't waste it!

These words were like a wake-up call, and Jiang Xuan deeply agreed with them.

He had indeed focused too much on spirit runes and swordsmanship, neglecting to hone his own fist and foot skills.

It seems that finding a powerful fist or palm technique that suits oneself has also been put on the agenda.

After a quick wash and ignoring the aches and pains all over his body, Jiang Xuan changed into a clean blue robe, put "Flowing Light" into his storage bag, and headed towards the Spirit Pattern Master Commune in the city.

When Jiang Xuan's figure appeared on the street where the Spirit Pattern Master Commune was located, they sensed something was wrong from afar.

Although it was usually quite lively, the commune gate was now surrounded by layers upon layers of people! Moreover, most of them were cultivators with considerable aura, and there were also many young women, all dressed in their finest attire, their faces flushed with excitement and admiration, standing on tiptoe and peering towards the commune gate, whispering among themselves, creating an unusually enthusiastic atmosphere.

"what happened?"

Jiang Xuan was puzzled, but he pushed through the crowd and walked forward. The closer he got to the commune gate, the clearer the chatter of the crowd became to his ears.

"It really is Xie Yutang, the Little Swordsman! My God! He's even more handsome than he appears on the teleportation screen!"

"Why would he come to our Yanxia City? And why is he waiting at the entrance of the Spirit Pattern Master Commune?"

"I don't know! I heard he's been standing here since early morning, like he's waiting for someone?"

"Who has such great influence that Little Swordsman would personally wait for them?"

"Could it be Lady Liu? But wait, Lady Liu is at the Purple Bamboo Villa..."

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Jiang Xuan suddenly realized.

It turned out to be Xie Yutang.

It seems that this "Little Swordsman" is far more famous among the younger generation of the empire than he imagined.

He parted the crowd and finally saw the center of attention.

A solitary figure stood before the ancient gate of the Spirit Pattern Master Commune.

It was Xie Yutang.

He was still dressed in spotless white, his posture as upright as a lone snow-capped pine, his handsome face as cold as an ice sculpture, expressionless, his eyes calm and indifferent, as if the fervent gazes and noisy discussions around him had nothing to do with him, he possessed a lofty and aloof temperament that was detached from the world.

Just then, Xie Yutang seemed to sense something. His eyes, as cold as a deep pool, pierced through the crowd and landed precisely on Jiang Xuan, who had just squeezed to the front.

Eyes facing each other.

Jiang Xuan could clearly see the indifference in the other person's eyes, as if they were looking at dust, and a hint of scrutiny that was barely perceptible.

There were no small talk, no idle chatter.

Xie Yutang flipped his wrist, and a simple gray storage bag appeared in his hand.

With a casual flick of his arm, the storage bag, as if guided by eyes, traced a precise arc and shot towards Jiang Xuan's face! Its speed wasn't fast, but it carried an undeniable chilling aura!

Jiang Xuan remained calm and caught it steadily with his hand.

It felt slightly heavy, clearly containing the repair materials promised by Granny Feng and the reward of ten thousand gold coins.

"Tomorrow at Chenshi (7-9 AM), at the martial arts training ground in the west of the city."

Xie Yutang's clear, cold voice rang out, like ice beads falling onto a jade plate, clearly reaching Jiang Xuan's ears, as well as the ears of everyone around him.

"Your opponent, Ouyang Lun."

After saying that, he didn't even look at Jiang Xuan, nor did he care about the curious or admiring gazes around him. He turned around, his white robes fluttering, and like a lone crane, he parted the crowd and drifted away.

Jiang Xuan was left standing there, clutching the storage bag.

And countless gazes around him instantly focused on him, filled with shock, curiosity, inquiry, and disbelief!
"It's him?!"

"The person Little Swordsman was waiting for... it was actually him?!"

"Jiang Xuan? That new spirit pattern master?"

"How does he know Little Sword Master? Tomorrow at the West City Martial Arts Arena? Ouyang Lun? Could he be that person from the Ouyang family in the capital?!"

"My God! Just who is Jiang Xuan?!"

A clamor of discussion erupted like a tidal wave! Everyone looked at the calm young man in blue robes standing in front of the Spirit Pattern Master's Guild with a new and shocked gaze!

The figure of Xiao Jianjun Xie Yutang, dressed in white, drifted away like a lone crane, disappearing at the end of the long street.

However, the shock he caused in front of the Spirit Pattern Master's Commune was like a drop of boiling oil thrown into a pot, instantly causing an uproar!

After a brief silence, a deafening clamor erupted!

"My God! Little Sword Lord personally delivered the challenge?!"

"Give it to whom? To that young man named Jiang Xuan?!"

"Just who is he? Why would Little Sword Lord treat him like this?"

"Didn't you hear what Little Sword Master said? The opponent is Ouyang Lun! That genius from the Ouyang family in the capital!"

"Huang Jianxiong? Is that Huang Jianchen, the elder brother of the Huang family member who was crippled before?!"

"A gladiatorial duel! Three days from now at noon! My God, this is a major event!"

"Who is this Jiang Xuan? I've never heard of him before."

"I seem to remember... Wasn't there a guy named Jiang Xuan who defeated Qi Yunxiao and Yuan Shu in one move at the entrance of Yanxia Academy a while ago?"

"Yes, yes, yes! It's him! So it was this kid!"
How did he... how did he get involved with the powerful clans of the Forbidden City again? And it's even escalated to the point of needing to duel with someone even remotely associated with Little Sword Master?

Countless gazes, like searchlights, focused on Jiang Xuan, filled with shock, curiosity, inquiry, envy, jealousy, and even a hint of schadenfreude.

Whispers surrounded him like a tide, with all sorts of speculations about his identity, background, and grudges with the powerful families of the capital.

Jiang Xuan could clearly feel the strangeness in those gazes, as if he had instantly become a monkey on a stage.

Just then, a figure hurriedly squeezed out of the Spirit Pattern Master's Guild; it was Chu Feng.

He had clearly heard the commotion outside, and his face showed anxiety and anger.

"Jiang Xuan!"

Chu Feng grabbed Jiang Xuan's arm and pulled him through the commune gate, shielding him from the uncomfortable stares from outside.

His face was ashen, and he lowered his voice, his anger barely contained.

"Xie Yutang!"
This is blatant praise to kill! A complete and blatant act of praise to kill!

Jiang Xuan remained calm, seemingly unaffected by the discussions outside, and looked at Chu Feng. (End of Chapter)