Chapter 4

After washing his body clean, Yang Kai picked up that bottle of Blood-Clotting and Bruise-Removing Ointment, put it under his nose and sniffed it gently. Finding that this medicine was indeed fragrant, he couldn’t help but feel a burst of clarity and shook his head and swayed his brain.

Unscrewing the bottle cap, scooping out some from the bottle and just about to smear it on the injured area, Yang Kai’s movement stopped again. He hurriedly went to fetch a bowl of water, put the ointment on his finger into the water, and carefully stirred it evenly. Then he began to treat the injuries with this diluted potion.

Although the Blood-Clotting and Bruise-Removing Ointment has a good curative effect on external injuries, after being diluted like this, its function is probably greatly reduced. But Yang Kai only has such a bottle of ointment in his hand, so naturally he has to use it sparingly.

After using up a bowl of potion, Yang Kai finally finished treating the injuries. However, what made him a littlefeel uncertain was that the smell of this Blood-Clotting and Bruise-Removing Ointment was a little different from what he smelled before. Not only was it not fragrant, but it was also a little spicy.

Putting on his clothes, picking up a black sweet potato from the stove and swallowing it whole, Yang Kai fell onto the bed and fell asleep deeply.

The light shining in through several holes in the roof made the small hut somewhat bright. The furnishings in the room were extremely simple, with only a bed. There wasn’t even a table or chair. Even on the bed, there was only a deer skin bedding the size of a tabletop and a square black stone pillow. This was all of Yang Kai’s possessions.

The deer skin bedding was made by Yang Kai when he hunted a deer and skinned and dried it. Although it wasn’t thick, it was just right for keeping warm. And the black stone pillow was picked up by Yang Kai when he left Lingxiao Pavilion and went hunting in the Black Wind Mountains behind Lingxiao Pavilion one time.

This black stone was square, one foot long and three fingers thick. It looked like a stone, but it didn’t feel like a stone when touched, nor did it have the weight of a stone. Yang Kai didn’t know what it was exactly. Anyway, it was just perfect for use as a pillow, so he didn’t worry about it anymore.

Yang Kai had been using this black stone pillow for more than a year. He didn’t know if it was an illusion, but he always slept well when using it.

In his sleep, Yang Kai dreamed of today’s battle. He was knocked flying by that Junior Brother Zhou Dingjun again and again, but he stood up again and again. The unyielding and persistence in his heart was fermenting, and a surge of hot blood was churning in his chest.

As the dream continued, the surging blood in his chest became more and more intense. Yang Kai in his sleep had a painful expression on his face, but his expression was extremely firm There was a perseverance in his heart Even if he had to walk through a mountain of knives and be fried in a sea of fire, he was still fearless.

Yang Kai in his sleep didn’t notice that the black stone pillow under his head was actually emitting a deep and secluded light at this moment. Along with the fluctuation of Yang Kai’s mood, this light became stronger and stronger.

In the dream, Yang Kai continued the encounter in the morning and was repeatedly knocked down by Zhou Dingjun. When he stood up from the ground for the thousandth and hundredth time, the fermented unyielding and perseverance in his heart suddenly erupted. He charged forward without hesitation and knocked Zhou Dingjun down heavily. The moment Zhou Dingjun fell to the ground, his appearance became blurred for a while and actually transformed into his own appearance.

At this moment, Yang Kai’s mood calmed down. It wasn’t because he defeated his opponent in the dream that he calmed down, but because he defeated himself, defeated the timidity and submission in his heart.

A faint feeling arose spontaneously, as if there was nothing and no one in the world that could make him submit.

In reality, the black stone pillow under Yang Kai’s head suddenly burst out a ball of black light. This black light swirled out of the black stone, swayed a few times in mid-air, and then drilled into Yang Kai’s Baihui acupoint on his forehead and disappeared instantly.

At the same time, a desolate and ancient wild atmosphere descended, like the tide of the sea and the might of the avalanche. In the face of this atmosphere, any person was so insignificant.

Yang Kai suddenly opened his eyes, his whole body was dripping with sweat, and he felt a lingering fear.

He was awakened by that atmosphere.

Calming down, Yang Kai gave a dry laugh. He was actually scared by his own dream, which was really a bit ridiculous. Rubbing his face, he judged the current time through the light on the roof and couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed. He had slept for two full hours, and it was almost evening.

Youdaoplaceholder0 getting up, he lifts the deerskin bedding on his body, carefully folded it and then adjusted the position of the black stone pillow. Just as he was about to get out of bed, Yang Kai frowned and turned his head to look blankly at the black stone pillow.

It felt like… the texture was different.

Under suspicion, Yang Kai reached out and picked up the black stone pillow again. After weighing it, he indeed found that it was different. This thing had actually become much lighter.

Strange, how could a stone suddenly become lighter？ Yang Kai casually tossed it, and with this toss, a problem suddenly arose.

It was like a thick book being thrown into the air, and the pages rustled open. Yang Kai was so stunned that he even forgot to reach out and catch it.

With a pop sound the black stone pillow fell to the ground. Yang Kai still looked at it in disbelief and suddenly found that this black stone pillow was really spread out on the ground like a book.

Isn’t this a stone？ How did it suddenly turn into a book？

Yang Kai had been using the black stone pillow for over a year, and he knew exactly what it looked like. He had never noticed before that it was a book. How could it be that the old turtle took off its disguise and turned into a snake in the blink of an eye?

After a long time, Yang Kai finally bent down and picked up this black book. The moment he got it in his hand, a feeling of blood compatibility suddenly arose in Yang Kai’s heart.

After carefully flipping through it once, Yang Kai had to admit that this black stone pillow was really a book, with thick covers and thick pages. But the silent thing was that there was not a single word recorded on this black book and it was empty. Moreover, the texture of the pages also made Yang Kai unable to see through. He gently tore it with his hand, but could not tear it?

This is really interesting. I have been using it as a pillow for over a year, and only today did I find out its true face.

But what is the use of such a blank black book？ Yang Kai turned it around and around to check, but found nothing.

By some supernatural powers, Yang Kai turned to the first page and, not believing in evil glared angrily and stared hard at the blank page with no words.

Just after a moment, Yang Kai discovered that there were some changes on the page in front of him. While he was concentrating the wild aura that had descended in his dream just now appeared again, and a line of gilt characters gradually emerged in front of Yang Kai’s eyes.

“Using blood as a guide, the golden body descends. If the divine skill is not achieved, the golden body will not be destroyed！”

This aura rushes straight to the heart, and Yang Kai suddenly closed the black book and his hands and feet couldn’t help trembling. He took several deep breaths before he could calm down a little.

What kind of secret this black book hides, Yang Kai doesn’t know. Yang Kai only knows that this thing he picked up from the Black Wind Mountains is probably of great origin.

After a long silence, Yang Kai opened the black book again. This time, he saw the few lines of gilt characters on the first page at a glance.

So… it wasn’t a dream.

Gradually, several other lines of words also slowly emerged.

“The proud golden body, the hegemon blocks horizontally. Only the unyielding soul can subdue it！”

The eight lines and thirty-two characters occupied a whole page, giving people a feeling of being the only one in the world, as if those words were also full of a dense domineering.

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