The Domineering King of the Netherworld and His Sweetheart

66. Expanding Veins

Could tender flesh be called muscles? Of course not.

Feng Xi was not a fool, so he understood what the King meant. Although he knew that his flesh was tender, he still got a bit disappointed hearing the King's words. Then he said, "My leader, how can I build large muscles?"

King of the Netherworld frowned slightly.

Although he wanted Feng Xi's body to be able to bear the explosive force of the Nine Rhyme Fists, he still didn't want this boy to become a muscular man. However, seeing that Feng Xi was really interested in the Nine Rhyme Fists, he said, "The veins in the human body are too small to bear the explosive force of the Nine Rhyme Fists. The principle of this Art is transforming the Spiritual Energy in your body into brute energy which would be released through each punch at last. Because the brute energy is so strong, it will harm the veins which are too narrow."

"Doing physical exercise is one way to enhance your body endurance. In this way, your damaged veins would recover very fast. However, that is not the only way. There is another method which is more difficult than exercising."

"My leader, it has something to do with my veins, right?" Feng Xi asked that with his eyes wide open.

"Xi, you really have become cleverer." King of the Netherworld praised the boy gently.

"Of course!" Hearing the King's compliment, Feng Xi exposed his two canine teeth complacently with his chin up.

"The reason why the Nine Rhyme Fists would harm the cultivator's veins is that humans veins are too narrow to be able to bear the turbulent energy. Therefore, the only way to cultivate the Nine Rhyme Fists efficiently without being harmed is doubling the width of your veins." King of the Netherworld looked at the boy's little face which was full of expectation and said that.

"Then..." When he heard that there was a shortcut, Feng Xi's black eyes already sparkled.

"Expanding veins is not an easy thing to do. No one in the Three Worlds has been able to do it until now." The next second, the King's words disappointed Feng Xi at once.

Feng Xi only felt as if he had dropped from the clouds to the ground.

His body didn't hurt, but he was truly distressed.

"My leader..."

Feng Xi stared at the King pathetically like a poor puppy with his eyes already turning misty.

However, the King kept silent for a long while and only gazed at Feng Xi as if he was sizing up the boy. Feng Xi pouted and approached the King, saying fawningly, "My leader, I know you must have a method to solve my problem, right? How about this, if you teach me that method, you don't need to call me Thief Master from now on. You can call me whatever you like."

That was the most unfair deal in history!

Anyone who didn't lose his mind wouldn't agree to a thing that was obviously not fair at all.

Nevertheless, the King who was totally clear-minded had already planned to expand Feng Xi's veins. Since he didn't want Feng Xi to become a muscular man, the only choice left for him was expanding the boy's veins. However, the most troublesome point of this method was that it required an expert to use his own Spiritual Energy to nourish the boy's veins for forty-nine days. What was more, if the process was interrupted, all the previous efforts would be wasted.

The ordinary experts in the God-King realm mostly possessed abundant Spiritual Energy in their bodies. However, they were still unable to meet the King's request because they could only hold on for three days, not to mention forty-nine days. Let alone that no one would be willing to put their own cultivation at stake to nourish another person's veins.