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

Although young Jiang Xuan is very young, his talent is exceptional. He has deeply inherited the true teachings of Master Xun. He will certainly be able to handle ordinary spiritual artifact issues without any problems.

As he spoke, he secretly winked at Jiang Xuan, signaling him to be careful.

The old woman's gaze fell on Jiang Xuan again, with a scrutinizing look.

"If you can't solve it, then what will you do?"

Jiang Xuan remained calm and responded without changing his expression.

"Whether it can be resolved depends on what needs to be repaired and the extent of the damage. If I am not capable of doing so, I will tell you the truth and try to contact my master."

However, if you won't even let me see it, and yet you conclude that it's unsolvable, I dare not draw any conclusions.

The old woman stared at him for a moment, her gaze so sharp it seemed to pierce through his heart.

Jiang Xuan met his gaze calmly, his eyes clear and unwavering.

“Jiang Xuan…”

The old woman repeated the name, her tone enigmatic.

"Your name is quite 'connected' to the title of your master."

Jiang Xuan's heart stirred, but his face remained expressionless.

“My master said that he had a connection with me, so he bestowed upon me the relevant teachings.”

"A destined connection?"

The old woman's lips curled into a slightly mocking smile.

"Your master is quite casual about taking on apprentices."

Jiang Xuan followed her words frankly.

“My master has always acted according to his own whims, and I, as a junior, also find it hasty, but I cannot disobey his orders.”

His self-deprecating remarks about his master surprised the old woman. She then gave Jiang Xuan a deep look, her tone unreadable.

"Kid, I hope your skills match your mouth. If you can't solve the problem, don't blame this old woman for being ruthless."

Jiang Xuan remained as calm and collected as ever.

"I will do my best."

The old woman said no more, stood up with her dragon-headed cane, and said calmly.

"follow me."

After saying that, without waiting for Jiang Xuan and Chu Feng's response, he walked straight out of the quiet room.

Jiang Xuan and Chu Feng exchanged a glance, both seeing the seriousness in each other's eyes. Chu Feng said in a low voice.

"Brother, be careful."

Jiang Xuan nodded, took a deep breath, and followed the old woman's steps.

……

In the heart of Yanxia City, adjacent to the most bustling square, stands an exquisite garden-style building covering approximately five acres, named "Cui Ming Xuan." This property belongs to Shi Ding Zhai and is not a teahouse open to the public, but rather a private venue reserved for receiving top-tier VIPs.

At this moment, the atmosphere inside the main hall of Cuimingxuan was somewhat subtle.

On one side of the hall sat more than a dozen local scions of wealthy families from Yanxia City, led by Qi Yunxiao, Yuan Shu, and Wen Mingxiu.

They were all dressed smartly and had an extraordinary air about them. On ordinary days, they would be eye-catching figures walking on the streets of Yanxia City.

But at this moment, they all seemed a little reserved, keeping their posture very low and wearing deliberately respectful smiles on their faces.

There's no other reason than that they are "guests" today.

On the other side of the hall sat more than a dozen young people.

Their clothing was even more magnificent, made of exquisite materials, and tailored with intricate and ancient family crests.

Their expressions carried an arrogance that came from the bone, and when their eyes swept over the people of Yanxia City, they were filled with undisguised indifference and aloofness, as if they were looking at a group of nouveau riche from the countryside.

These people all came from the imperial capital—the Forbidden City, and behind them stood the most powerful and influential families in the empire!

Compared to these true aristocratic scions, the so-called powerful families of Yanxia City were indeed rather insignificant. Qi Yunxiao and the others could only cautiously put on smiles and try to strike up a conversation, but they were often met with cold responses or even outright disregard.

Qi Yunxiao secretly transmitted his voice to Wen Mingxiu beside him, his tone tinged with resentment.

“Mingxiu, don’t worry about them. These guys from the Forbidden City are used to being arrogant.”

Wen Mingxiu was wearing a light blue dress today, exuding a cool and aloof aura. She glanced at Qi Yunxiao indifferently and replied telepathically.

"Brother Yunxiao, you are not speaking from the heart. I'm afraid you are also unwilling to accept this."

Qi Yunxiao's expression stiffened slightly when his secret was exposed, and he reluctantly transmitted his thoughts.

"So what if we admit it? When it comes to family background, we are indeed at a disadvantage compared to them."

He looked at those aristocratic scions who chatted and laughed as if they were born to be superior to others, and the arrogance of the top playboys of Yanxia City was severely bruised, but he was helpless.

Wen Mingxiu glanced at the young people opposite her, her eyes filled with complex emotions, and continued to transmit her voice.

"It's not just one. Imperial clans are divided into three classes: upper, middle, and lower. Even if all the families in Yanxia City joined forces, we probably wouldn't be able to squeeze into the lower-class clans."

These powerful clans possessed terrifyingly deep-rooted foundations, with family histories often spanning millennia. Their influence was deeply entrenched, permeating every aspect of the empire's military, politics, commerce, and cultivation, wielding power sufficient to influence court decisions.

Her gaze inadvertently drifted to the head of the table, where a handsome young man sat, dressed in a black brocade robe with a jade belt around his waist, his face exuding a sharp, sword-like aura. Wen Mingxiu's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible reverence.

"Do you see that person? Xie Yutang."

The Xie family behind him was one of the seven most powerful clans in the Forbidden City, wielding immense influence in the imperial court, with many members holding important positions in the military.

As if sensing her gaze, the young man named Xie Yutang casually glanced over.

The gaze wasn't particularly sharp, but it carried a condescending scrutiny that instantly made Wen Mingxiu feel an invisible pressure. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly lowered her head, not daring to look again, her heart still filled with lingering fear.

Qi Yunxiao also noticed Xie Yutang and said in a sour tone.

"That's Xie Yutang, the 'Little Sword Master'? I heard he's only nineteen, yet he's already reached the Spirit Sea Realm and has mastered the Xie family's secret technique, the 'Vertical and Horizontal Sword Scripture.' He's a recognized top-tier genius among the younger generation in the Forbidden City... Hmph, quite flamboyant." Wen Mingxiu gently shook his head, signaling him to stop discussing. Even discussing someone like that required courage.

Inside the main hall of Cui Ming Xuan, a stark contrast emerged. Xie Yutang and other scions of powerful families from the Forbidden City formed their own circle, chatting happily about various topics, mostly concerning the intrigues within the Forbidden City, the movements of the imperial upper echelons, or profound insights into cultivation.

Meanwhile, Qi Yunxiao, Wen Mingxiu, and other disciples from Yanxia City were left out in the background, awkwardly sitting alongside others, barely even having the right to interject.

They were all waiting for the temporary master of this place to appear. The fact that a direct descendant of a prestigious clan like Xie Yutang, along with so many other arrogant members of other clans, could gather here and wait patiently speaks volumes about the master's status and position.

Time passed slowly, but the owner still hadn't shown up.

But neither Xie Yutang nor the other scions of powerful families showed the slightest impatience on their faces; on the contrary, their anticipation grew even stronger.

Just then, a clear and steady set of footsteps came from the corridor outside the hall.

coming!

Everyone in the hall was instantly invigorated. Whether they were scions of powerful families from the Forbidden City or scions of wealthy families from Yanxia City, they all unconsciously straightened their posture, adjusted their facial expressions, and tried their best to present their best appearance, all turning their gazes toward the entrance of the hall.

Footsteps are approaching.

The first thing that catches everyone's eye is an old woman with a full head of silver hair, holding a dragon-headed cane.

She was dressed simply and looked old, but the moment she stepped into the hall, all the scions of powerful families, led by Xie Yutang, became solemn and showed obvious respect in their eyes.

However, when everyone's gaze passed over the old woman and fell upon the figure following behind her, the entire hall instantly fell into an eerie silence.

That was not the noble and extraordinary master they had imagined, but a strange young man!

The young man was dressed in a simple blue cloth robe. He was tall and straight, and his face still had a touch of childishness, but his eyes were unusually calm and deep, which made him stand out from the richly dressed noblemen in the hall.

When Qi Yunxiao, Wen Mingxiu, and the other disciples of Yanxia City saw the young man's face clearly, they were as if struck by lightning. They stood up abruptly from their seats, their faces filled with extreme shock and disbelief, and they almost cried out in shock.

"Jiang Xuan?!"

"How could it be him?!"

The screams echoed through the hall, sounding particularly jarring. Wen Mingxiu covered her lips with her slender hand, her beautiful eyes wide open, and the image of the bloodshed and fear that dominated the Guanchao Pavilion during that torrential rain flashed through her mind.

Qi Yunxiao's face paled, and he subconsciously took half a step back, as if he could feel the excruciating pain and humiliation of being forced by Jiang Xuan in public and having his joints dislocated. His scalp tingled.

Yuan Shu and the other disciples who participated in the ambush that night also changed their expressions drastically, their hearts filled with turmoil. Jiang Xuan's god-like figure that night, as well as the stern warning from their families afterward, filled them with deep fear of this seemingly ordinary young man.

Jiang Xuan hadn't expected to run into this group of "acquaintances" here, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

He glanced subconsciously at Granny Feng in front of him, his mind racing.

Could this old woman be in cahoots with these wealthy families? Did she specifically call him here to avenge them? This thought instantly put him on alert, and he secretly gathered his spiritual energy.

However, Granny Feng's next reaction made him breathe a sigh of relief.

The old woman, also known as Granny Feng, swept her cloudy gaze over the distraught Wen Mingxiu and the others. Her tone was calm and even, yet it carried an invisible pressure.

"What? You recognize him?"

Wen Mingxiu, Qi Yunxiao, and the others were speechless, their faces turning pale and then red, utterly embarrassed. Admit it? That would be exposing their weakness, making them a laughingstock among the powerful scions of the Forbidden City. Deny it? But their reactions just now had already said it all.

Just as they were stammering, unsure of how to answer, Jiang Xuan spoke up first. He looked calm and bowed slightly to Granny Feng.

"In reply to Grandma, I did have some minor conflicts with these young masters and ladies from Yanxia City before, but they were all misunderstandings and have now been resolved."

He spoke in a relaxed tone, as if he were talking about a trivial matter, but it made Wen Mingxiu and the others feel stifled, yet they dared not refute him.

Granny Feng gave Jiang Xuan a deep look, seemingly surprised by his frankness, but she didn't delve into it. Instead, she addressed everyone in the hall and introduced him clearly.

"This is Jiang Xuan, the personal disciple of 'Master Xun' from the Spirit Pattern Master Commune in Yanxia City."

"I invited him here today hoping he could help repair a family heirloom musical instrument for Miss."

These words immediately caused a low murmur of surprise in the hall.

The scions of powerful families from the Forbidden City all fixed their gazes on Jiang Xuan, their expressions a mixture of scrutiny, curiosity, and a hint of disdain. Seeking a master? Never heard of him.

What kind of extraordinary spirit pattern masters could emerge from a place like Yanxia City? Moreover, it's just a disciple, so young, how much skill could he possibly possess? Most of them had doubts in their hearts, but they didn't say them outright out of respect for Granny Feng.

Wen Mingxiu, Qi Yunxiao, and other young men from Yanxia City looked at each other in disbelief and surprise.

Jiang Xuan… he’s actually the successor of that mysterious “Master Xun,” who’s famous throughout Yanxia City and even highly praised by the Master of Geomancy? This… how is this possible? Wasn’t he a martial arts cultivator from a poor family? When did he become a disciple of a spirit pattern master? And judging from Granny Feng’s attitude, she seems to value him quite a bit…?
In an instant, a variety of complex emotions welled up in their hearts, making their gazes towards Jiang Xuan even more complicated and unpredictable.

Jiang Xuan ignored the reactions of the crowd. His gaze calmly swept across the entire room, finally landing on the young man next to the head of the table, who was dressed in a black brocade robe and had a sharp, sword-like aura.

Eyes facing each other.

Jiang Xuan's heart skipped a beat! It was him!

Almost simultaneously, the young man named Xie Yutang raised his eyebrows slightly, his deep gaze falling on Jiang Xuan's face. He seemed to have noticed something as well, and with a hint of uncertain doubt, he spoke softly.

"You... I feel like I've seen you somewhere before?"

Jiang Xuan suppressed the turmoil in his heart, took two steps forward, solemnly cupped his hands in a deep bow to Xie Yutang, and spoke with sincere gratitude.

"Young Master Xie may not remember, but I dare not forget."

Years ago, on the outskirts of the Three Thousand Mountains, I was besieged by ferocious beasts and narrowly escaped death. Fortunately, Young Master Xie happened to pass by and scared away the beasts with a single sword strike, allowing me to live. Jiang Xuan has always remembered Young Master Xie's life-saving grace.

His words were clear and unambiguous, immediately silencing the hall once again.

All eyes darted back and forth between Jiang Xuan and Xie Yutang. A savior? This Jiang Xuan, he actually has such a connection with the Little Sword Lord?

Upon hearing this, Xie Yutang's eyes flashed with a hint of realization, as if he had finally remembered. However, his expression remained indifferent, and he merely nodded slightly, his tone distant.

"It was you. It was nothing, no need to mention it."

After saying that, she withdrew her gaze and stopped looking at Jiang Xuan, as if she had simply brushed aside a trivial matter.

His reaction elicited several cryptic chuckles from the scions of the powerful families in the Forbidden City. Clearly, they all believed that Xie Yutang didn't take Jiang Xuan, the "rescued one," seriously at all; the so-called life-saving grace was probably no different to Xie Yutang than rescuing a stray cat or dog.

Seeing this, Wen Mingxiu, Qi Yunxiao and the others secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time felt a little disappointed. They thought to themselves that they had really overthought things. What kind of person was Xiao Jianjun? How could he really care about a poor boy from a small border town?

Granny Feng observed all of this, a barely perceptible glint of cold light flashing in her cloudy old eyes, but she said nothing more, only calmly remarking... (End of Chapter)