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

He recognized the old woman; she was a master.

And they don't seem to be here to cause trouble.

Most importantly, his entire focus is now on Jiang Xuan.

I really didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble and fight with this obviously difficult old woman.

Moreover... this old woman is old and knowledgeable, perhaps... perhaps she can see something out of it?
Thinking of this, Xue Jinqiang suppressed his anxiety, snorted coldly, and stepped aside to make way for him.

"You may come in."

But all of you, keep quiet! Young Master Jiang is in critical condition. Anyone who dares to disturb him, don't blame me for being ruthless!

He ultimately decided to let them go.

On the one hand, I was too lazy to get entangled, and on the other hand, I did have the idea of ​​relying on him.

Granny Feng nodded slightly, signaling Liu Qingyan to follow, and the two carefully entered the courtyard.

Upon entering the courtyard, the chaotic, violent, and despairing atmosphere became even more palpable.

Their gazes immediately fell on the center of the courtyard.

The boy, who was sitting cross-legged, trembling slightly, with a pale, ashen face and bloodstains still on the corner of his mouth.

"This is... a deep-seated inner demon!"

Grandma Feng's pupils suddenly contracted, she gasped in shock, and her face was filled with solemnity and horror.

"And this is no ordinary inner demon! This aura... is mixed with too much tragic death intent and fighting obsession, it has taken deep root and invaded the very essence of the soul! This is a huge problem!"

Upon hearing this, Xue Jin's expression darkened further, and he asked urgently.

"Old woman, can you tell how deep the water is? Do you have any ideas?"

Grandma Wind slowly shook her head, her wrinkled face filled with helplessness and regret.

"Difficult! As difficult as ascending to heaven! Such inner demons cannot be resolved by external forces. Unless a powerful being who specializes in cultivating the soul and whose realm far surpasses his is willing to sacrifice his own source and forcibly use a secret technique to sort out his soul, there might be a glimmer of hope."

Even so, the danger remains immense. A slight misstep could result in severe damage to the souls of both the caster and the victim!

Even ordinary kings at the Life and Death Realm would probably be helpless.

Xue Jin's heart sank completely, her fists clenched so tightly they cracked, her eyes filled with resentment and anxiety.

Even a king of the Life and Death Realm is helpless?

Are we really just going to stand by and watch this kid be consumed by his inner demons?

Just then, Liu Qingyan, who had been quietly observing Jiang Xuan, suddenly spoke softly.

"Perhaps... I can give it a try."

"Miss, you mustn't!"

Granny Feng's expression changed drastically, and she hurriedly tried to dissuade her.

"The backlash from inner demons is no small matter, even though your cultivation technique is profound."

But your cultivation is still shallow; if you were to be tainted by the power of inner demons, the consequences would be unimaginable! This old servant absolutely cannot let you take such a risk!

Liu Qingyan turned around and looked at Granny Feng.

“Mother-in-law, I know what I'm doing. The ‘Pure Sound and Cleansing Spirit Technique’ that I practice has the effect of calming the mind and purifying distracting thoughts. At this moment, Young Master Jiang Xuan’s inner demons are raging.”

But it seems to be barely suppressed by some force, which is exactly when it needs to be appeased the most.

I don't need to directly confront his soul; I only need to use the power of music to create a relatively peaceful mental environment for him, helping him to fight his inner demons on his own. This might be safer and more effective than forceful intervention.

She paused, her gaze sweeping over Xue Jin, who looked anxious, and Granny Feng, whose face was full of worry.

"Besides, now that we're here, we can't just stand by and watch someone die. If we back down because we're afraid of the risks, it would be against my principles. Please, Granny and this senior, trust me."

Granny Feng looked at Liu Qingyan's resolute and clear eyes.

I know that this young lady has a cold exterior but a very strong sense of self, and once she makes a decision, it is very difficult to change it.

She opened her mouth, wanting to persuade her again.

But in the end, it turned into a long sigh, a helpless sigh.

"...Since Miss has made her decision, this old servant...will protect you. Be extremely careful, and if anything goes wrong, stop immediately!"

Xue Jin watched this scene, though she didn't quite understand what kind of technique the "Pure Sound and Clean Spirit Technique" was.

Seeing the extraordinary young woman's insistence, the old woman, who was clearly a guard, eventually gave in.

He snorted heavily, speaking in a muffled voice.

"Girl, you'd better be confident! I'll stay right here and keep watch. If anything goes wrong, I'll come after you first!"

Although the words were harsh, they could be considered a tacit agreement.

Liu Qingyan nodded slightly and said no more.

She walked slowly to a still intact stone chair in the courtyard, gently brushed off the dust, and sat down gracefully.

Then, she took out a short flute from her sleeve, which was entirely emerald green and looked like it was made of fresh bamboo, with a warm luster flowing over its body.

Liu Qingyan gently pressed the bamboo flute to her lips, closed her eyes, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

The next moment, a wisp of ethereal, pristine flute music quietly rose to the air.

It flows through this courtyard shrouded in murderous intent and chaos.

The flute's initial sound is subtle, yet extremely penetrating.

It seems to be able to ignore the barriers of space and seep directly into people's hearts.

Strange sights then occurred.

As the flute music flowed, the damaged mud in the courtyard...

At a speed visible to the naked eye, tender green shoots sprouted, growing rapidly and unfurling their leaves.

It even produced a few unnamed little flowers that emitted a faint glow.

In the night sky, it seemed as if invisible starlight was being drawn down, falling in strands.

The sound of the flute blends in, bathing the entire courtyard in a hazy and peaceful light.

Snow Gold and Granny Wind were within the range of the flute music, and they tried their best to keep their minds focused.

However, it was still inevitably affected.

Xue Jin felt as if the anxiety and rage in her heart caused by Jiang Xuan had been gently soothed by a tender hand, and her emotions calmed down considerably.

Granny Feng looked astonished. She could better appreciate how pure and profound the purifying and soothing power contained in the flute music was, far exceeding her expectations.

At this moment, within the sea of ​​consciousness.

Jiang Xuan was seizing the precious opportunity created by the mysterious power surging from the outside world to fully guide his own consciousness.

It enveloped the deathly shadow belonging to the Canglin Clan's rock armor!

The moment Jiang Xuan's wisp of consciousness came into contact with and enveloped the death shadow representing the blood scales of the Serpent Spirit Clan, it was as if...

This triggered a violent reaction!
"Om-!"

Jiang Xuan felt as if the world was spinning around him, and he was forcibly pulled back to the cold and desolate Hundred Battles Secret Realm platform!
Opposite them, the illusory figure of "Bloodscale," a powerful member of the Serpent Spirit Clan, covered in scarlet scales and with cold, ruthless vertical pupils, was radiating a destructive aura.

The energy blade in its hand rose, its trajectory mysterious and domineering, evoking the star-gathering artistic conception of "stars falling and all things collapsing"!
Although he knew it was just a phantom created by his inner demons based on his memories of death, and not real.

However, the imposing aura it contained was exactly the same as before: cold, cruel, and with absolute crushing power!
"kill!"

Jiang Xuan, at the level of consciousness, did not back down, and also condensed a wisp of consciousness into a phantom of a battle blade.

He boldly unleashed his current mastery of the "Star-Gathering Style" and charged forward!

This time, he wasn't there to win, but to "observe" and "learn".

In order to survive life-or-death battles at the level of consciousness time and time again.

Unraveling the secrets of the opponent's swordsmanship—secrets that transcend mere subtlety and reach the pinnacle of precision! "Boom!"

A clash of conscious thoughts is silent, yet far more dangerous!
The sword light that Jiang Xuan simulated with his consciousness was still fragile in the face of Xue Lin's domineering and precise Star Gathering Style.

It was instantly crushed by that meteor-like atmosphere.

This wisp of consciousness also collapsed, bringing excruciating pain as if the soul were being torn apart.

But this time, Jiang Xuan's conscious mind remained absolutely calm.

In the instant his consciousness shattered, he clearly captured the "core point" of the destructive intent condensed within the opponent's blade light.

And a unique trajectory of the movement of power.

"So that's how it is... Destruction isn't just about disintegration; it also has a 'core'..."

A sudden realization dawned on me.

Without the slightest pause, Jiang Xuan decisively separated another wisp of consciousness, which once again rushed headlong into the blood-scaled phantom formed from the shadow of death!
"war!"

The battle resumed! The result was still a rout, and consciousness shattered once again.

But Jiang Xuan remained unmoved, like the most tenacious and fanatical ascetic.

This battle of wits has become the best whetstone for our skills!
Each shattering of consciousness brings a deeper understanding of the shadow of death and the other party's star-picking style.

He quickly absorbed and digested the insights he gained from each "death," and then focused them on the next moment of consciousness.

He tried to make subtle adjustments, attempting to integrate his insights into his own sword intent.

Failure! Failure! Still failure!
His consciousness shattered time and time again, and the resulting pain assaulted Jiang Xuan's true self.

If it weren't for the ethereal flute music from the outside world constantly soothing the restlessness and maintaining the peace of mind...

He has probably already lost himself completely in this frenzied self-torture.

Through countless failures, Jiang Xuan's understanding of the Star-Picking Style is transforming and advancing at an astonishing speed!
His counterattack, initially crumbling at the first touch, gradually became able to hold out for a moment.

Later on, he was even able to barely hold out for two or three rounds against the opponent's precise intent!

His understanding of the imagery of falling stars is no longer limited to the surface violence and destruction.

It begins to touch upon the inward restraint of power, the control of the explosive point, and the application of that "momentum".

I don't know how many times I've experienced defeats and rebirths at the level of consciousness.

When Jiang Xuan guided his consciousness once again and unleashed the Star Gathering Technique.

The blade light already carried a refined and domineering charm that was quite similar to the blood-scale phantom!

"It's now!"

In Jiang Xuan's conscious mind, all his insights merged and became clear at this moment!
In a flash of inspiration, the sword light that his consciousness manifested suddenly became incomparably brilliant and solid!
The trajectory of the blade across the space of consciousness was profound and precise, as if it had truly drawn upon the full power of a planet capable of destroying another!

"broken!"

This strike was no longer an imitation, but a strike that combined his own characteristics with his understanding of the essence of the Bloodscale Star-Gathering Style!

Where the blade flashed, the blood-scaled phantom appeared with its domineering and fierce Star-Gathering Style.

It was cleaved in two, finally letting out a silent wail before completely collapsing and disintegrating.

It transformed into pure energy of perception and was absorbed by Jiang Xuan's consciousness!
The first shadow of death has been successfully erased!

Jiang Xuan immediately felt a sense of relief, as if a huge mountain had been lifted off his soul!
Although inner demons remain deep.

But the suffocating sense of threat had clearly diminished a bit!
"It works! This method is feasible!"

Jiang Xuan's spirits lifted, and he didn't stop for a moment.

It immediately guided a more condensed and powerful consciousness toward the second shadow of death.

That was the Star Gathering Style, belonging to the Shadow Demon of the Demon Spirit Clan, filled with an atmosphere of decay and death!

With the experience of his first success, Jiang Xuan became more composed.

He continued to employ the method of constantly diverting a wisp of consciousness to engage in "suicide" battles, drawing nourishment from his defeats.

But this time, he lost significantly less and won faster and faster!
He frantically absorbed the strengths displayed by powerful individuals from different races in the Star Gathering Ceremony.

The ruthless destruction of the Serpent Spirit Clan's Bloodscale, and the eerie decay of the Demon Spirit Clan's Shadow Fiend.

The heavy weight of the Canglin clan's rock armor...

Various different celestial realms existed in his countless life-and-death struggles at the level of consciousness.

They were forcibly dismantled, comprehended, and even began to attempt to merge!
His mastery of Caixing-style techniques steadily increased.

It has long surpassed the initial state of "subtlety" and is steadily moving towards the mysterious realm of "precision".

There's even a hint of a trend towards integrating and drawing on the strengths of others!

In my mind, there are shadows representing failure and death.

With each victory he achieved at the level of consciousness, his consciousness was continuously erased and absorbed.

The threat of misfortune that had been haunting him gradually weakened and dissipated...

……

In the courtyard, the ethereal sound of the flute still lingers, maintaining a peaceful and tranquil haven.

Both Xue Jin and Granny Feng are extremely perceptive.

They clearly noticed Jiang Xuan sitting cross-legged on the ground.

The violent killing intent and chaotic, deathly aura that had almost overflowed were visibly diminishing and subsiding.

His tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and his pale face regained its color.

Although his breathing was still weak.

But that downward trend toward destruction has been contained, and instead, it exudes a sense of destruction followed by reconstruction, and a gradual stabilization and strengthening.

"It works! Miss's method really works!"

Xue Jin's tense nerves relaxed slightly.

But when he looked at Liu Qingyan, his eyes couldn't help but reveal gratitude and complicated emotions.

Granny Feng, however, was not so optimistic; her gaze lingered more on Liu Qingyan.

Sitting gracefully on the stone chair, Liu Qingyan's beautiful face no longer had its previous rosy glow.

Instead, he was pale from exhaustion, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his smooth forehead.

The slender fingers holding the flute even began to tremble slightly.

The ethereal flute melody remained.

But upon closer listening, one can sense that the spiritual essence contained within is no longer as harmonious and abundant as it was at the beginning.

"Miss...you've exhausted too much energy..."

Grandma Wind couldn't help but whisper a reminder, her eyes filled with heartache and worry.

Liu Qingyan seemed not to hear, and continued to play with her eyes closed.

However, her pale face and trembling figure indicated that she was under tremendous pressure.

With her level of cultivation, maintaining such a profound melody that directly affects the minds and souls of others and purifies their inner demons for an extended period of time would be an extremely heavy burden.

Finally, after persisting for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Liu Qingyan's delicate body trembled violently, and the flute music experienced an extremely subtle pause.

"puff--"

A mouthful of bright red blood finally spilled from her lips, staining a small patch of her white dress.

The ethereal flute music abruptly ceased. (End of Chapter)