Martial Peak - Rise Of The Human Emperor-Chapter 82 Refining The Golden Stone Man

Yang Kai took the Golden Stone Baby from his bosom and activated his Yuan Qi, probing the intricate golden veins within. The deeper he delved into its mysteries, the more he realized how crucial it was for him to master a variety of Martial Skills. Relying solely on the Burning Sun's Blast placed him at a disadvantage. He needed more attacks, more versatility, especially if he wanted to fend off any bullies once he left the cave.

The Golden Stone Baby contained around 70-80 golden veins, and Yang Kai suspected that this was likely a Heaven Grade Martial Skill, or even a Mystery Grade one. The revelation filled him with anticipation. He took the daylight hours to memorize every revolution within the Golden Stone Baby, internalizing its movements and patterns. However, as with the previous Stone Baby, it turned to ash the moment he withdrew his Yuan Qi.

Sitting cross-legged, Yang Kai revolved his True Yang Yuan Qi in accordance with the routes laid out by the Golden Stone Baby. But when he completed the first revolution around his meridians, a faint backlash grazed the back of his hands, surprising him. He paused and doubted himself. Was the flow off? he thought. It seemed impossible; he had followed the instructions to the letter.

Trying again, he felt the same backlash, a slight but unmistakable sensation. Confused, Yang Kai wondered why this Martial Skill felt so different from the others. Why wasn't it like Burning Sun's Blast? he pondered, trying to make sense of it.

He continued his practice, revolving his Yuan Qi over and over. After 1,000 revolutions, he still felt the same backlash. Yet, on the 800th revolution, a strange thing happened — he no longer sensed the backlash. He opened his eyes, surprised to find intricate, star-like designs on the back of his hands, like constellations against the dark sky. When he revolved his Yuan Qi again, the little stars sparkled as if they were alive.

Yang Kai marveled at this, realizing that beneath his hands, an invisible space had opened up. As he rotated his Yuan Qi, the space expanded, and the stars glowed brighter. He plunged his hand into the ground, pouring Yuan Qi into the space, and was astonished to feel the tremor of immense power coursing through the earth.

A realization hit him. This Martial Skill, though draining, was far more powerful than he'd imagined. When used to its full potential, it could cause an explosion at least twice as powerful as a conventional bomb. Yang Kai understood that the power of the Martial Skill depended on the amount of Yuan Qi stored within the space. It could only be used once per battle, but its power could be devastating if used at the right moment.

What made this Martial Skill perfect for Yang Kai was that he didn't need to constantly practice it. Instead, he could store Yuan Qi over time and use it in a critical moment. He smiled to himself, knowing that while others had to replenish their Yuan Qi through normal methods, he could use Yang Stones and convert them into Yang Liquids to store in his Dantian.

Over the next two days, Yang Kai converted 10 drops of Yang Liquid into Yuan Qi and injected it into the space within the Star Chart. As he continued this cycle of injection and storage, he could feel the space growing stronger. By the end of those two days, the Star Chart on his hand looked more vivid, the constellations more real, as if they had taken on a life of their own.

At that moment, a thought crossed his mind. Since it's a Star Chart on the back of my hand, why not call it the Star Mark?

The name felt fitting, as if it was a symbol of his newfound power

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Having looked around the cave again, Yang Kai did not discover anything else. With a sigh, he decided it was time to leave.

This place had served as his temporary shelter, but he couldn't remain here forever. What remained in the Heaven's Cave Inheritance was now up to chance.

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He approached the sealed stone gate. Drawing from the memories of the old demon, Yang Kai recalled a simple unsealing technique. Forming the required hand seals, he guided a thread of Yuan Qi along the stone surface. The gate trembled slightly before the runes on it dimmed and faded.

With a quiet creak, the stone gate slowly slid open.

A faint red and white light slipped through the gap, casting a dim glow on his face as Yang Kai stepped forward.

Yang Kai's expression shifted as his instincts kicked in. Without hesitation, he threw a punch at the incoming bolt of light.

"Who's attacking me?!" he thought.

But the light wasn't so easily struck. As if aware of his attack, it shifted mid-air, gracefully dodging his fist and curving around his strike to approach him from the side.

Startled, Yang Kai took a quick step back. With his other hand raised and ready, he caught the strange flare mid-flight.

Yet as his fingers closed around it, his face twisted—not in triumph, but in confusion.

The thing wasn't attacking. It writhed in his grip like a worm, clearly trying to break free. Bewildered, Yang Kai slowly opened his palm to examine it.

What lay in his hand was... a ginseng.

A ginseng shaped like a tiny human.

Half of it glowed bright red, the other half an icy white—as if one side celebrated a wedding and the other mourned a funeral. Even stranger, when Yang Kai focused his senses on it, he found two distinct energies swirling within. The red side radiated intense heat, while the white side was chillingly cold. These opposing forces should have clashed violently, yet here they coexisted in harmony. It was nothing short of miraculous.

The odd little ginseng kept struggling, but Yang Kai's grip was firm.

A sudden flicker of recognition lit up in his eyes. From the old demon's memories, a name surfaced in his mind.

"Yin-Yang Monster Ginseng!"

"It is a wonderful treasure!" Yang Kai muttered, his eyes gleaming. "A Mystery Grade, High-Grade Sacred Treasure!"

He couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. Despite its small size and odd form, the Yin-Yang Monster Ginseng wasn't something ordinary. According to the old demon's memories, this type of ginseng could harmonize opposing forces—Yin and Yang, fire and ice, life and death. It could help stabilize breakthroughs, heal internal injuries, and even strengthen the body's foundation during cultivation.

Its value couldn't be measured in mere gold or spirit stones. This was the kind of treasure cultivators would kill for.

Yang Kai gently tucked the squirming ginseng into his sleeve pocket, making sure it couldn't escape.

He exhaled slowly. "Looks like my luck's not so bad after all."

Before Yang Kai could even enjoy his good fortune, his expression stiffened. The faint sound of footsteps echoed from deeper within the cave.

"There are people here!" he muttered, eyes narrowing as he instinctively tightened his grip around the Yin Yang Monster Ginseng.

Oddly enough, the moment he stowed it away into his sleeve, the ginseng stopped struggling altogether, becoming completely docile—as if it knew danger was approaching.

Yang Kai quietly retreated a few steps, pressing his back against the cave wall, preparing for the worst.

Then, a familiar voice rang out.

"Elder Sister, did it really run into this cave?"

Yang Kai blinked, stunned for a moment. That voice... it belonged to Hu Mei Er!