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

Her gaze swept across the crowd unintentionally, then suddenly stopped on a certain figure—it was Jiang Xuan!
In an instant, Wen Mingxiu's eyes turned cold.

She would never forget how she was defeated by this seemingly ordinary boy in the Blood Killing Camp.

That was the first time in her life she had tasted failure.

"Miss Mingxiu?"

Seeing that she was lost in thought, Yuan Shu called out softly.

Wen Mingxiu snapped out of her thoughts, a meaningful smile playing on her lips.

"Seeing an old friend was a bit of a surprise."

"An old friend?"

Yuan Shu followed her gaze and was taken aback to find that it was the "country bumpkin" they had just mocked.

"Do you know him?"

Wen Mingxiu deliberately raised her voice.

"Of course, we're very good friends."

This statement is like a stone thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

Everyone around looked incredulous. How could the genius girl of the dignified Wen clan have a relationship with such a poorly dressed boy?
Jiang Xuan naturally heard this as well.

He knew that Wen Mingxiu had done this on purpose.

He had experienced firsthand this young lady's ability to hold grudges back in the Blood Killing Camp.

"Miss Mingxiu, you're not joking, are you?"

The girl in the pink dress couldn't help but ask.

"That person looks..."

How does it look?

Wen Mingxiu chuckled softly.

"Appearances can be deceiving. My friend's abilities probably far surpass those of most people present."

These words were like a spark, instantly igniting everyone's emotions. Especially those already proud and arrogant noblemen, how could they possibly tolerate such an implication?
"Miss Mingxiu is giving him far too much credit."

Yuan Shu was the first to step forward, a disdainful smile on his face.

"What kind of strength could a rogue cultivator who can't even afford a robe have?"

Wen Mingxiu feigned surprise.

"Young Master Yuan doesn't believe me? Then why don't you try it yourself?"

Provoked by her, Yuan Shu immediately patted his chest and said.

"Alright! I'll show Miss Mingxiu what true strength is!"

After saying that, he strode towards Jiang Xuan, followed by a group of noble youths who were watching the spectacle.

Jiang Xuan watched this scene with cold eyes, and he already understood Wen Mingxiu's intention. She wanted to use others to test him, or simply make him look bad in front of everyone.

"Kid."

Yuan Shu stopped in front of Jiang Xuan and spoke condescendingly.

"I've heard you're quite skilled? I, Yuan Shu, would like to test my abilities today!"

Jiang Xuan said calmly.

"The provincial examinations haven't even started yet; it's against the rules to compete in private."

"ha!"

Yuan Shu laughed loudly.

"If you're scared, just say so! How about this, I won't bully you, I'll only use 30% of my power, how about that?"

A burst of laughter erupted from the crowd.

Jiang Xuan shook his head inwardly. These flowers grown in a greenhouse had no idea how cruel real battles could be.

"Young Master Yuan."

Wen Mingxiu's voice came from behind, tinged with a hint of sarcasm.

"I think we should forget about it. I'd be heartbroken if my friend got hurt."

This remark thoroughly enraged Yuan Shu.

His face darkened.

"Boy, take it!"

Before he finished speaking, Yuan Shu had already struck out with his palm, a faint blue light emanating from his palm—the Yuan family's ultimate technique, "Azure Palm."

Although this palm strike used only 30% of its power, it was enough to knock back an ordinary cultivator at the Gang Realm several steps.

A glint flashed in Jiang Xuan's eyes. He didn't move, but simply turned to the side. Yuan Shu's palm wind grazed past the hem of his clothes without even touching his collar.

"What?"

Yuan Shu was taken aback, then became furious.

"Good luck! Let's try again!"

This time, he held nothing back and unleashed the full power of the Azure Mist Palm, the palm wind howling and bringing with it a gust of wind.

Jiang Xuan remained standing in place. Just as the palm strike was about to hit him, he suddenly raised his hand and threw a punch.

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, Yuan Shu's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily ten paces away, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

There was silence.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene. The genius of the Yuan family in Yanxia City had actually been sent flying by a single punch from an unknown youth?
“How is this possible?”

A boy in blue stared wide-eyed.

"Yuan Shu is one of the top five martial arts masters among the younger generation in Yanxia City!"

"One punch. Just one punch was enough."

In the crowd, Wen Mingxiu's pupils contracted slightly, and her slender fingers unconsciously tightened around her sleeves.

The expressions of the boys around her changed drastically, and one of them whispered.

"Mingxiu, didn't you say he barely passed the Bloodthirsty Camp's assessment?"

Wen Mingxiu bit her lower lip and did not answer.

She did know that Jiang Xuan had passed the Blood Killing Camp's assessment, but she hadn't expected his strength to be so terrifying!
"waste."

Jiang Xuan withdrew his fist and glanced at Wen Mingxiu and his group.

"Who else?"

These words were like a slap in the face to those scions of wealthy families.

They are usually high and mighty, when have they ever been treated with such contempt?

“I’ll come and meet you!”

A flash of silver light streaked across the sky, and Qi Yunxiao stood proudly, holding a silver spear.

He was dressed in a spotless silver robe, with a handsome face, but at this moment his eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit.

"It's the young master of the Azure Light Pavilion!"

"Qi Yunxiao is a ruthless character who has truly slain powerful Wuman warriors!"

Amid the murmurs, Qi Yunxiao pointed his silver spear diagonally at the ground and said coldly.

"You're quite capable to defeat Yuan Shu with a single punch. But you're no match for me, Qi Yunxiao!"

Jiang Xuan's lips curled up slightly.

"You talk too much nonsense."

"court death!"

Qi Yunxiao roared, and his silver spear suddenly shone with a blinding light.

"Explosive Shadow Spear Technique, a blaze of fire!"

In an instant, thousands of gunshots burst forth like fireworks, beautiful yet deadly.

Each spear shadow contained spiritual power powerful enough to pierce iron and stone, enveloping Jiang Xuan in an overwhelming manner.

"Such powerful spearmanship!"

someone exclaimed.

"This move is comparable to the power of a fully-fledged Spirit Realm expert!"

Faced with this dazzling yet deadly attack, Jiang Xuan simply raised his right hand, his five fingers spread wide.

"Storm Mill."

With his deep voice, a terrifying spiritual force surged from his palm, transforming into a visible cyan vortex.

As the vortex spun, it swallowed and shredded all the gun shadows in the sky!
"What?!"

Qi Yunxiao's expression changed drastically. His proud killing move had been so easily countered by the other party.

Before he could react, Jiang Xuan had already taken a step forward, his right fist carrying the residual force of the storm crashing down.

Qi Yunxiao hastily parried with his spear, but with a "crack," the silver spear bent and deformed. He was pushed backward more than ten steps by the immense force, leaving two deep marks on the ground.

"puff."

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Qi Yunxiao knelt on one knee, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The entire room fell silent again; this time, even breathing could be heard clearly.

Wen Mingxiu's face was as pale as paper, and the boys and girls around her were even more ashen-faced.

They originally thought that Qi Yunxiao's intervention would surely save face, but who knew...
"That's it?"

Jiang Xuan walked forward slowly, his voice filled with undisguised disappointment.

"The young master of the Azure Light Pavilion? He single-handedly slew a powerful witch?"

Every word felt like a knife stabbing into Qi Yunxiao's heart.

He suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with madness.

"You're asking for death! Wildfire Strike!"

Suddenly, the silver spear burst into crimson flames. Qi Yunxiao merged with the spear, transforming into a streak of fire that pierced straight towards Jiang Xuan's heart! This was a desperate strike, imbued with all his spiritual power and blood essence, its power comparable to the peak of the Spirit Realm! "Be careful!"

Someone in the crowd shouted instinctively.

Jiang Xuan remained unmoved and, just as the fire was about to reach him, he suddenly stretched out his right hand, his five fingers like hooks, and grabbed directly at the burning spear tip!
Catching a blade bare-handed? Is he insane?

Someone gasped in surprise.

However, the next moment, a scene that sent chills down everyone's spines unfolded.

Jiang Xuan's hand precisely grasped the tip of the spear, and he caught the wildfire-like strike that was powerful enough to pierce iron and stone with his bare hands!
"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the silver spear broke in two.

Jiang Xuan flicked his wrist, and a terrifying shockwave flowed through the broken spear into Qi Yunxiao's body.

"puff."

Qi Yunxiao coughed up blood again, and his whole body flew backward like a broken sack, crashing heavily to the ground.

Jiang Xuan slowly stepped forward, placed one foot on Qi Yunxiao's chest, and looked down at him from above.

"Now, who is the real trash?"

Qi Yunxiao struggled to get up, but found that all his spiritual energy had been scattered by the shock, and he couldn't muster any strength at all.

Shame, anger, fear—a mix of emotions swirled on his face, ultimately settling into a deathly gray.

"Jiang Xuan! Don't go too far!"

A sharp female voice broke the silence.

Wen Mingxiu rushed out from the crowd, her pretty face frosty.

"Senior Brother Qi has already lost, why humiliate him?"

Jiang Xuan didn't even lift his eyelids, but simply increased the pressure of his foot. Qi Yunxiao immediately groaned, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth again.

"humiliation?"

Jiang Xuan finally turned to look at Wen Mingxiu, a mocking smile curving his lips.

"When you ganged up on me to bully me, did you ever consider the word 'humiliation'?"

Wen Mingxiu took a half step back from the gaze, but then forced herself to remain calm.

"That's all in the past! Aren't you doing just fine now?"

"Hahaha"

Jiang Xuan suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter filled with sarcasm.

"What a thing of the past! If I hadn't been lucky enough to break through, I'd be lying here right now, wouldn't I?"

He looked around, and wherever his gaze fell, those usually arrogant young men and women all lowered their heads.

Jiang Xuan sneered and pressed down on his foot again.

With a soft "crack," Qi Yunxiao's ribs broke.

"what!"

Qi Yunxiao finally couldn't help but scream out in pain, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

"Jiang Xuan!"

Wen Mingxiu screamed.

"If you continue like this, the Qi family will not let you off!"

Jiang Xuan finally withdrew his foot, not because of the threat, but because he found it boring.

He bent down, grabbed Qi Yunxiao by the collar, half-lifted him up, and whispered in his ear.

"Remember this lesson. Next time you mess with me, it won't just be broken ribs."

After saying that, he threw Qi Yunxiao at Wen Mingxiu like he was throwing away trash.

Wen Mingxiu hurriedly caught it, but the impact caused her to stagger backward, and the two of them fell to the ground, looking utterly disheveled.

Jiang Xuan patted non-existent dust off his hands and turned to face the entire audience.

His gaze swept over every face, whether angry or fearful, and his voice clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Anyone else disagree? Come at me all at once, so we don't waste time."

No one answered.

"Ha, a bunch of useless trash."

Jiang Xuan scoffed.

"They usually rely on their numbers and power, but when it comes to actually fighting, they don't dare utter a single word."

"Jiang Xuan! Don't be so arrogant!"

A bold young man finally couldn't resist stepping forward.

"We are just..."

"Just what?"

Jiang Xuan's eyes turned cold, and the young man felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, swallowing back the rest of his sentence.

Jiang Xuan ignored them and walked straight towards Wen Mingxiu. The crowd parted automatically to make way for him, and no one dared to block his path.

Just as Wen Mingxiu helped Qi Yunxiao to his feet, Jiang Xuan was already standing in front of them.

She instinctively took a half step back, then forced herself to straighten her back.

"What do you want to do?"

Jiang Xuan did not answer immediately, but looked at her.

This gaze made Wen Mingxiu feel extremely uncomfortable, as if all her pretense had been seen through.

"Wen Mingxiu."

Jiang Xuan finally spoke, his voice eerily calm.

"Do you really want to be my enemy?"

Wen Mingxiu's breath hitched.

She knew Jiang Xuan's strength and knew she could not be his match, but how could she bow her head in front of everyone?

"I"

Wen Mingxiu bit her lip, her eyes filled with struggle.

"I just"

"No need to say anything more."

Jiang Xuan interrupted her.

"I am aware of your choice."

He turned and left, his back view proud and resolute.

Wen Mingxiu watched Jiang Xuan's departing figure, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

"Senior Sister Wen! We can't just let this go!"

Several teenagers surrounded them, their faces full of indignation.

"Exactly! He's too arrogant!"

"We'll look for an opportunity."

Wen Mingxiu abruptly raised her hand to stop them from speaking.

She lowered her voice.

"Now is not the time. The provincial examination is imminent; let's not create any unnecessary complications."

"But what about Senior Brother Qi?"

"Senior Brother Qi needs to heal his injuries."

Wen Mingxiu interrupted, giving everyone a warning look.

"No one is allowed to make any rash moves today, understand?"

The group looked at each other, and finally nodded reluctantly.

On the other side, Jiang Xuan had already walked to the edge of the square and sat down on a stone step.

He appeared to be resting with his eyes closed, but in reality, he was savoring the battle he had just fought.

"The power of the Human罡 Realm is indeed extraordinary."

Jiang Xuan looked inward at himself, feeling the flow of spiritual energy within his body.

Especially when he operates the Storm Mill, the spiritual energy in the spiritual energy pool will form a unique vortex, unleashing power far beyond the ordinary.

"My Spiritual Energy Pool"

Jiang Xuan had long ago discovered that his spiritual energy pool was different from others, not only in terms of capacity, but also in terms of its mysterious resonance with the spiritual energy vortexes on the four acupoints of his heart meridian.

This characteristic was not even recorded in the ancient texts left by Xuan Lao.

"Could it be because of that mysterious seed?"

Jiang Xuan recalled the speck of light that had merged into his body during his breakthrough. Since then, his spiritual power had undergone a qualitative change.

He tried to mobilize his spiritual power again, and a miniature storm vortex appeared in his palm, distorting the surrounding air.

Jiang Xuan could sense the terrifying power contained within it; this was definitely not the power that an ordinary first-grade spiritual energy pool could possess.

"interesting."

Jiang Xuan's lips curled up slightly.

He vaguely sensed that he had embarked on an unprecedented path of cultivation.

Discussions about the battle that had just taken place were rising and falling in the square.

"Just who is Jiang Xuan? How could he defeat Qi Yunxiao!"

"I heard he had been hiding his true strength."

"Bullshit! Just a month ago, he was beaten to the point of vomiting blood by Senior Brother Qi. How could he have improved so quickly?"

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

Jiang Xuan ignored these discussions. (End of Chapter)