Martial Peak - Rise Of The Human Emperor Chapter 4 – A Gift of Immortality

The person who was on the tree branch had a graceful figure, it obviously was a woman. It was just that black mask on her face, didn't allow people to see her face. But those delicate eyebrows, proved that this person was not old. The armband on her arm also indicated her identity, a High Heaven Dark Hall Disciple!

High Heaven's Dark Hall is a special sector; the school's three main elders were responsible for governing and the hall disciples were responsible for to recording down all affairs of the school, no matter how big or small, all matters are recorded. This also included the results of duels between disciples.

So for all battles within the school, you do not have to worry about not being able to prove your wins and earning contribution points. For in the shadows, dark hall disciples will record them down for you, and summarise your monthly records.

This woman, after recording the outco for this duel, took out another smaller book from her waist and opened up at May 7th century, 14 years Yang Kai's 147th defeat.

Even if you remove this, above are nurous records of Yang Kai's battles. From the first battle to the most recent, all had one word: Defeat!

One hundred and forty seven battles in a row, he had lost every single one of them. This simply can be said that since the school's history, it was a unique record and was enough to be awe-inspiring.

Perched atop a tree branch, Looking at Yang Kai Xia Ning Chang watched the trial disciple as he stirred, his body still weak from the morning's beating. The mont he opened his eyes and tried to move, she knew the pain he must have felt. Yet, the boy didn't groan, didn't curse his opponent, didn't wallow in self-pity.

Instead, he checked his surroundings, his brow furrowing in confusion. She saw it—the way his fingers tightened slightly . He was sharp, even in this state.

She had expected a simple expression of gratitude when he found the bottle she left behind, but instead…

"Why is he smiling?"

Why would soone who just lost 147th tis smile?

Since becoming a Dark Hall disciple, she had recorded countless duels, victories, and defeats. She had witnessed both genius and diocrity, but never had she co across soone quite like Yang Kai. His record was abysmal. No talent, no resources, no backing. Yet… he still fought.

She had initially observed him out of curiosity. Then, out of pity. Now?

She wasn't sure.

Perhaps it was admiration, though she would never admit it.

As he tucked away the bottle, she saw a change in him. It was small, but unmistakable. A hint of determination, a mont of reflection. The way he carried himself afterward was different.

"This boy… is he really as untalented as they say?"

She didn't have an answer.

With a flicker of movent, she vanished into the shadows.

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Back in his small, dimly lit hut, Yang Kai finally allowed himself a mont to rest. The battle earlier had drained him, and every breath sent a dull ache through his ribs. He sat cross-legged,

Yang Kai realised that in his right hand he was clutching sothing. Looking down in doubt, he was surprised to find a small, fine work of porcelain in his hand.

What is this? This was definitely not his, for the only things that Yang Kai owned were the clothes on his back and his broom. How could he have this?

The small porcelain bottle had a label. Yang Kau read it out: "Blood Clotting Cream".

Blood clotting cream, Yang Kai knew of this.

This was the school's cream to help heal wounds, although it was ordinary, its effects were very good. Generally, disciples will carry one bottle around for ergency uses. this one bottle of cream in High Heaven Logistics,was very expensive.

Ten points of contribution was the bottle's cost!

He smirked wryly. In most cultivation novels, a secret benefactor gifting dicine was a common trope. Usually, it was a kind senior, a beautiful martial sister, or so mysterious elder who saw potential in the struggling protagonist.

"Could it be a young lady secretly watching over ?" he thought .

Perhaps this bottle of cream was not worth much to them, but to Yang Kai currently, he needed it.

There was a saying, one small kindness must be rembered eternally and returned

Calming down, His smirk faded as he traced his fingers over his battered skin.

147 losses.

The reality was simple: He was weak. Too weak.

But not forever.

He unsealed the bottle and applied the cream to his wounds. Almost instantly, a cooling sensation spread across his skin, dulling the pain.

He exhaled.

The mont his body relaxed, sothing stirred deep within him.

A faint warmth. A pulse of energy—like an ember struggling to ignite into a fla.

Yang Kai's eyes snapped open.

"This…?"

He focused inward.

A gift.

He had felt sothing earlier during the fight with Zhou Ding Jun. The way his body endured, how his mind remained clear despite the pain. At the ti, he thought it was adrenaline or sheer stubbornness. But now, he knew better.

Sothing within him was keeping him alive.

Sothing… unnatural.

Closing his eyes, he concentrated. Slowly, he traced the sensation, trying to understand the source.

mories flickered—And then, clarity.

The Immortality.

It was real.

But it wasn't limitless.

Yang Kai's lips curled into a bitter smile.

"Through this I will never die, no matter how much I get beaten ."

But… he was still weak.

And if he kept relying on this so-called "gift," he would remain weak.

"I may not die from my wounds, but I can still lose. I can still feel pain. And pain alone is not strength.."

He exhaled slowly, If this was the power he had been given, he would use it. Not to endure defeat, but to break through his limits.

No more losing.

No more waiting.

For the first ti since arriving in this world, a fire burned in his chest.

Yang Kai would not lose again.

And whoever god had given him this gift— or fate itself—would one day see that he had earned it.