Translator – Erza
Editor – Erza
Finalized Editor – Silavin
Once his body was clean, Yang Kai picked up the bottle of Blood Clotting Cream and sniffed it a little. He found that the medicine was quite refreshing and lost himself in it and then he shook his to clear it.
Yang Kai opened that bottle, and tried to smear the cream directly onto his injuries but stopped. He hastily went to fetch a new tub of water and then put some of the medicine into the water to dilute it. Stirring carefully, he began his treatment using the diluted formula.
(Erza: Ah, the life of a poor person. Too relatable…T_T)
(Silavin: rich or poor, all Asians show know of this…)
Enough the effects of the Blood Clotting Cream was good, after diluting it, the effects were also reduced. But Yang Kai only had this one bottle, so naturally he would have to use it sparingly.
After the tub of diluted was used up, Yang Kai had also finished treating his injuries. However, it also left him some doubts. For the paste’s smell was not the same as it was previously and also slightly spicy.
Putting his clothes back on, he went to get the dark coloured sweet potato and wolfed it down. Yang Kai then plonked down on his bed, and soon fell asleep.
The holes in the small roof, allowed some light to seep in, lighting up the hut. The hut was extremely sparse, there was no table or chairs. Only one small bed with a deerskin blanket and square-shaped pillow. This was all of Yang Kai’s possessions.
The deerskin, was from a deer Yang Kai hunted previously. Although it was not thick, it was still warm. While his pillow was from his time outside the Sect when he was hunting, he happened to pick up.
The pillow was a square, a foot long and three fingers thick. It looked like stone, felt like one but didn’t bear the weight a stone should. Yang Kai didn’t know what it was, but used it as a pillow, and didn’t investigate further.
This blackstone pillow had already been with Yang Kai for a year already, yet he still didn’t know what it was. Nonetheless, it was a great pillow.
(Silavin: a rock as a great pillow…)
Fast asleep, Yang Kai dreamt of today’s battle. Time and time again he was hit flying away by Zhou Ding Jun. And time and time again he would stand back up, persevering and continuing with a blood crest on his chest.
As the dream continues the blood crest became more and more powerful. Yang Kai‘s sleeping face was clench up in pain, but you could see it was resolute. He only had one goal in his heart; to succeed. Even if he was ordered to cut off his foot or fry his body in flames, he would not cower in fear.
The unconscious Yang Kai didn’t take notice that the pillow below his had started to exclude a clouded light that corresponded with his moods. This light became more and more luminous.
In the dream, Yang Kai continued with his early morning encounter with Zhou Ding Jun; repeatedly getting knocked to the ground. At his thousandth time of getting knocked and getting back up, with his unwavering will suddenly broke through. He rushed mercilessly towards Zhou Ding Jun, who immediately fell to the ground. Zhou Ding Jun’s figure then became hazy and morphed into his own figure.
At this moment Yang Kai’s mind calmed down, though it wasn’t due to him beating his opponent, but he winning against himself. Winning against his inner fear and yielding heart.
A faint feeling gradually rose up, there is no longer anything under the sky that can make him submit to them.
In reality, the black pillow under Yang Kai’s head suddenly burst forth a black ray. This black ray emerged from the black stone and hovered in the air for a bit before drilling into Yang Kai’s head. Instantly, disappearing from sight.
At the same time, in an ancient and desolate place a strange presence descended. Like tidal waves, the collapse of snow, any person in front of him was insignificant that strange presence thought.
Yang Kai suddenly opened his eyes, his whole body sweating and bursting with fear.
He was awoken by that strange presence.
Calming himself, he forced a smile. When was dreaming, he could actually scare himself like that, it’s ridiculous. Rubbing his face, he looked up into the night sky to determine the time, and was annoyed. He had only slept for two hours, seeing it was quite dark outside.
Hurriedly he got up, folded up the deerskin blanket and re-positioned the black stone pillow. As he got up, he frowned and turned to look back at the pillow.
This feeling……his gut told him that it was not the same.
Under doubts, Yang Kai reached out towards the pillow and picked it up. He was correct, its weight had decreased a lot.
Strange, how can this block stone, suddenly become so light? Questioning this, more questions started to appear.
It was like a thick book was being thrown into the air, with the pages spread out as it landed. Yang Kai was flabbergasted, momentarily forgetting to catch it.
Pa, the black stone pillow fell to the ground and opened up like a book. He couldn’t believe it, even though it was spread out in front of him.
Wasn’t this a stone? How could it suddenly turn into a book?
The black stone pillow had been with Yang Kai for over a year already, he was very clear. Did he not previously find a black stone and not a book? Did an old turtle take off his shell and become a snake?
A while ago when he stooped down to pick up the book, and he immediately felt a connection with it.
Looking at it again, he really had to admit it was the pillow he was using. This thick book, left him speechless, though there were no words. It was empty. But the books pages couldn’t let him see through it. He gently tried to tear a page, but he couldn’t tear it at all.
It really makes him rethink. He had owned it for an entire year, and only just discovered its true colours.
But such an empty black book, what is its use? He inspected the book all over, and still nothing.[How mysterious…] Yang Kai turned to the first page, and nothing. Staring at the blank book page.
With little effort, he still found little change to the page. Then he discovered there was a little change to the page. The strange presence that appeared in the desolate place of his dreamed had appeared again. A line of golden coloured characters had started to appear.
“Blood is cited, the golden body descends, not a miracle, but a golden immortal!”
This penetrated deep into the soul, which caused Yang Kai to slam the book shut, with his limbs shaking uncontrollably. Breathing deeply, he managed to calm his heart down a bit.
What secrets did this black book hide? He didn’t know at all, but he knew that this object he obtained from Black Wind Mountains contains great history.
After a long period of silence, he once again opened the black book. This time, he read the first line on the page.
Turns out………it wasn’t a dream.
Gradually, other lines slowly appeared.
“Proud golden body, rules the fence, indomitable spirit, will it descend!”
Eight lines and thirty-two words occupied an entire page. Giving one a dominating heavenly and earthly feeling, as if those words were imbued with domineering spirit.
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