Martial Peak - Rise Of The Human Emperor-Chapter 63-Nine Yin Dew Crystal emerged!

With both his arms utterly ruined, Wen Fei Chen was like a hedgehog stripped of its quills—possessing power, yet completely unable to wield it. His strength remained, but without his hands, it was meaningless—no more than a cruel joke.

What followed was a grim symphony: the sickening rhythm of bones shattering, accompanied by gut-wrenching screams that echoed throughout the valley. Under Yang Kai's relentless assault, Wen Fei Chen experienced a torment so savage it defied imagination. Blow after blow, the punishment continued, merciless and methodical.

Within the span of ten short breaths, Wen Fei Chen's agonized cries began to fade. His breathing turned shallow, irregular—like a candle flickering at its end. Soon, his body collapsed into a heap of lifeless flesh, limp and broken, as if all the bones within had turned to mush. He lay on the ground, unmoving, a pitiful shadow of the man who once held dominion.

Standing nearby, Xia Ning Chang's heart thudded violently within her chest. For a moment, she wondered if she had ever truly known this junior brother of hers. After more than 3 years of observing him, how had she never glimpsed this side of him—the one so brutal, so cold, so utterly ruthless?

Just then, three wisps of black smoke surged out of Wen Fei Chen's corpse, twisting into sinister Yin chains that shot into the sky. Almost simultaneously, five more chains formed within the valley, floating eerily before vanishing into nothingness.

"Junior Brother, he's already dead..." Xia Ning Chang gently tugged at Yang Kai's sleeve, her voice soft yet urgent, trying to pull him back from the abyss. The appearance of the Yin chains was a clear sign—Wen Fei Chen's life had ended.

"Is he really dead?" Yang Kai's breath came in ragged gasps. Only then did he slowly straighten his back, his fists still trembling with residual fury.

"Are you alright, Junior Brother?" she asked, her voice laced with deep concern. What troubled her most wasn't just the brutal scene she'd witnessed—it was the aura now surrounding Yang Kai. An eerie, malevolent energy clung to him like a shadow, as though he stood at the edge of the demonic path.

Yang Kai caught the unease in her eyes. A faint, pained smile crept onto his blood-smeared lips as he spoke with effort, "Don't worry. It's just one of my martial techniques. It looks a bit terrifying, but I'm still me."

Xia Ning Chang stared deeply into his face, her own eyes slightly red. She searched for something—anything—to prove he was telling the truth. Though his gaze was wild and fierce, she could still see it—the calm, collected clarity buried deep within. He hadn't lost himself... not yet.

"Since they're all dead, let's go find the Nine Yin Dew Crystals," Yang Kai said, shifting topics as if switching from battle to a mundane task.

"You sure you can still move? You're seriously injured," she asked, her worry returning in full force.

"I'm alright for now," he replied, gritting his teeth. "But if we delay any longer, I might not be able to go on at all." Without waiting for her response, he grabbed her hand and pulled her along, heading toward the source of the Yin Qi.

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As they advanced, the mist of Yin Qi in the valley had grown noticeably thinner. It was dispersing—an indication that the Nine Yin Dew Crystals had almost fully matured. If they waited too long, this rare treasure might vanish along with the fading Qi.

When they arrived, the crystalline treasure was still nestled safely where it had first appeared. It hadn't fled, likely because the two fierce battles nearby had kept it in place, intimidated by the overwhelming World Qi.

At that moment, the flower-shaped bud housing the crystals was at the brink of blooming. Its petals had begun to peel open, revealing several droplets of translucent, crystal-like liquid glowing with a serene, almost holy radiance.

"How do we collect them?" Yang Kai asked, his tone cautious yet eager.

Xia Ning Chang leaned in close and whispered, "You must use your Yang-attributed World Qi to suppress it. Once you've subdued it... you'll need to contain the crystals in your mouth. I'll handle the rest. But remember—under no circumstances should you touch them with your hands or any other part of your body."

"In my mouth?" Yang Kai blinked in disbelief, baffled by the unorthodox method. Just as he opened his mouth to ask for clarification, Xia Ning Chang's expression suddenly darkened.

"They're here!" she warned, her voice tight.

As soon as Xia Ning Chang's voice fell, the flower bud truly began to bloom. Though it was the darkest hour before dawn, the moment the petals unfurled, a soft, ethereal glow radiated outward, illuminating the entire valley in a gentle yet brilliant light.

From within the heart of the flower, a single drop of liquid slowly rose, as clear and pure as the morning dew. It hovered weightlessly in the air, spinning gently in place, drawing the eye with its quiet majesty.

The flower itself, steeped in dense Yin Qi, continued to pour its energy into that one glistening droplet. The misty Yin energy spiraled inward, feeding the formation of that precious fluid with every heartbeat.

It was like a gem carved by the heavens—radiant, refined, and otherworldly. Its luster rivaled that of the finest gemstones, yet it emitted a bone-chilling aura, a coldness so intense that even standing near it made the heart race involuntarily.

The Nine Yin Dew Crystal had finally emerged!

Without hesitation, Xia Ning Chang's hands began forming seals at lightning speed, her expression focused and solemn. She activated the Nine Yin Eight Cloud Locks once again. The moment the crystal revealed itself, a sharp crackling echoed through the valley—"ka-cha, ka-cha"—as if the very air was shattering.

Under her control, a massive surge of Yin Qi condensed and formed an invisible net, rapidly moving to ensnare the dew crystal. The energy tightened around it from every angle, locking the crystal in a sealed space and anchoring it in mid-air.

The Nine Yin Dew Crystal fluttered about like a frightened bird, darting this way and that. But no matter how it struggled, it could not move beyond a five-foot radius. The seals had thoroughly bound its movements.

"It's your turn now, junior brother," Xia Ning Chang said softly, her eyes fixed on Yang Kai. She no longer cared too much about the treasure itself—after everything they had gone through, the bond between them mattered more. Still, with the Nine Yin Dew Crystal right in front of them, it would be a waste to leave it uncollected.

Yang Kai nodded, stepping forward with calm composure.

Although the Eight Cloud Locks were infused with powerful Yin Qi, they posed no threat to him. The True Yang World Qi flowing within his meridians was the natural counter to such cold, sinister energy.

As he entered the sealed zone, the Nine Yin Dew Crystal instantly reacted. Sensing danger, it drifted as far from him as the bindings would allow, trembling slightly in the air.

Seeing it up close, Yang Kai marveled at its beauty. It really did resemble a precious gemstone—shaped like a teardrop and roughly the size of a human thumbnail, it shimmered with an almost magical clarity.

"How do I use True Yang World Qi to capture this thing?" he muttered under his breath, brows furrowing. After a moment's thought, he summoned a drop of Yang Liquid, the purest form of his internal energy.

With a simple thought, the Yang Liquid took shape, transforming into a blood-red blade. With a casual flick of his wrist, Yang Kai sent the blade slashing toward the crystal.

The crystal reacted instantly, zipping away to the side with incredible agility. It almost seemed... playful.

"Not bad!" Yang Kai chuckled with interest. "So it really does have a will of its own."

He had heard of rare treasures developing spiritual intelligence, but this was the first time he had encountered one in person. Such items, when properly refined, became priceless—on par with sentient artifacts.

Deciding not to waste any more time, he summoned another drop of Yang Liquid and flourished it grandly, as though putting on a show.

"Let's see where you run now!"

With both blades moving in tandem, the attack came from two directions. The first drop acted as bait, while the second transformed mid-air into a crimson net, sweeping across the small area like a trap closing in.

The crystal had nowhere left to escape. With a sharp flick of Yang Kai's finger, the net wrapped around the dew crystal, enclosing it completely.

Without daring to touch it directly, Yang Kai brought the net—and the crystal trapped inside—straight to his mouth.

The moment it entered, a frigid sensation exploded across his tongue and throat, spreading rapidly. Despite cultivating the True Yang Tactics, his body instinctively shivered in protest.

Yet before the cold could do any harm, an invisible energy—ancient and primal—stirred from deep within him. It wasn't his True Yang World Qi, but something even more profound. This mysterious force surged through his body, instantly suppressing the invading Yin energy with brutal efficiency.

At the same time, a strange suction began from within his bones, activating the True Yang Tactics involuntarily. Like a starving beast, his body began to devour the energy of the Nine Yin Dew Crystal, converting it into strength.

Yang Kai's eyes widened. Alarmed, he quickly tried to halt the flow, but he was too slow. By the time he managed to stop the absorption, the crystal had already diminished to half its original size.

A strange, chilling energy lingered in his bones for a brief moment before vanishing completely, leaving behind no trace—only a slight ache and the subtle feeling that something within him had changed.