Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 40 - 40 40 Casting Divine Veins

40: Chapter 40 Casting Divine Veins 40: Chapter 40 Casting Divine Veins Thirty-five Spirit Veins, and still not at the limit!

“Boom!

Boom!

Boom!”

On Chu Fengmian’s body, several surges of Spiritual Power violently erupted, causing Chu Fengmian’s Spiritual Power to swell.

Three more Spirit Veins were opened up.

“Stealing the heavens, forging Divine Veins!”

Qing Luan looked at Chu Fengmian with eyes as if he were seeing a monster.

“Could it be that the legend is true?”

Stealing the heavens, forging Divine Veins, this is an ancient description of the Nine-Transformation Heavenly Stealing Pill.

Stealing the heavens refers to taking the potency of the Nine-Transformation Heavenly Stealing Pill, which was refined from countless of the most essence-rich Spiritual Medicines in the world.

The potency of the medicine is terrifying to the extreme, and how much one can assimilate determines a Martial Artist’s future potential.

The second part about forging Divine Veins, however, is just a rumor.

It is said that human beings have a total of forty-nine Spirit Veins, and ordinary Martial Artists can only open two or three at most.

Only some geniuses can open more than seven.

For instance, the disciples of some major sects, like those from the Seven Great Sects, use various pills and acquired methods to open ten, twenty, or even more Spirit Veins.

But those who can truly open more than thirty Spirit Veins are extremely rare, considered as elites among the Seven Great Sects.

Legend has it that anyone who can open all forty-nine Spirit Veins in their body is known as possessing Divine Veins in the legends.

But this Divine Veins tale is almost as elusive as a mere record—nobody has truly achieved it.

Once, Chu Fengmian’s master, the Sword Dao Master who was hailed as the strongest in the world, opened up a total of forty-eight Spirit Veins; even that was considered the limit.

Thus, a saying came about that Martial Artists actually only had forty-eight Spirit Veins, and the so-called forty-ninth Spirit Vein was just a lie.

After all, the Sword Dao Master had reached the pinnacle of power, so this saying became widely known, and the matter of Divine Veins was mostly dismissed as baseless talk, never taken seriously by anyone.

But today, seeing Chu Fengmian’s form, Qing Luan suddenly recalled that saying.

Before Qing Luan could speak again, another ripple of Spiritual Power came from Chu Fengmian’s side.

Forty veins.

Chu Fengmian’s body had now truly opened up forty Spirit Veins.

This number was astounding—among all who had taken the Nine-Transformation Heavenly Stealing Pill, no one had truly reached this level before.

Devouring the potency of the Nine-Transformation Heavenly Stealing Pill was not as simple as it seemed; the more one devoured, the greater the strain on their bodies, accompanied by excruciating, unforgettable pain.

Many Martial Artists had fainted from the pain during the process, not from a lack of mental strength, but because their bodies could not handle it.

Yet now, Chu Fengmian was cultivating the Bone-breaking Rebirth Technique, and under this dual torment along with the Nine-Transformation Heavenly Stealing Pill, he had still managed to open as many as forty Spirit Veins.

“Freak, he’s truly a freak.

In his former life, Chu Jianbai stood at the pinnacle of Sword Dao without Spiritual Power; this lifetime, if he opens the Divine Veins, it might just change the world.”

Qing Luan watched Chu Fengmian, murmuring to herself.

It’s true, in this world, only Chu Fengmian could reincarnate carrying memories from his past life.

Two lifetimes as a human also forged his extraordinary stubborn soul, allowing him to endure such agony.

“The forty-first!

The forty-second!”

Time ticked by, and Chu Fengmian’s breakthroughs began to slow down.

Breaking through Spirit Veins was becoming increasingly difficult with each one, and Chu Fengmian had lost track of how long he had stayed within this cave.

Chu Fengmian’s clothes had been dried over and over again, and again soaked by the cold water.

He sat motionless within the cave dwelling, his mind fixated solely on devouring the spiritual power of the Nine-Transformation Heavenly Stealing Pill to open new Spirit Veins.

“The forty-eighth vein.”

After an indeterminate amount of time, spiritual power burst forth from Chu Fengmian again.

The forty-eighth Spirit Vein.

This was the limit for martial artists, the ultimate boundary that countless formidable and talented martial artists had reached in history.

Even Chu Fengmian’s mentor, the Sword Dao Master, had stopped at this stage.

“Let me see if the legendary Divine Veins truly exist.”

Qing Luan muttered to himself.

His eyes were filled with anticipation; he too wanted to witness whether the legendary Divine Veins could actually manifest.

“Bang!”

Behind Chu Fengmian, countless Spirit Veins appeared, visible through the fabric of his clothes, the veins on Chu Fengmian’s back forming a pattern like a battle array—the center of which remained dark.

It seemed that just one more would be enough to complete it.

“The final Spirit Vein, the forty-ninth Spirit Vein, actually exists!”

Seeing this, Qing Luan realized that this last bit was indeed the final Spirit Vein on the martial artist’s body, the forty-ninth vein.

The existence of this vein was certain, but whether it could be broken through was something even Qing Luan was unsure of.

Hadn’t countless geniuses failed to breach this point?

Could Chu Fengmian possibly do it?

“Break for me!”

Chu Fengmian roared furiously.

He had completely consumed the Nine-Transformation Heavenly Stealing Pill, all its potency absorbed.

He understood this was the final barrier!

“Boom!

Boom!

Boom!”

Veins bulged violently on Chu Fengmian’s arms as fissures erupted.

His skin split open, and fresh blood flowed freely.

This was the consequence of forcibly trying to breach the Spirit Vein—if pressed too far without success, the rebounding force could even annihilate him.

Historically, numerous martial artists had died from such blowbacks during their attempts to breach the Spirit Veins.

“Chu Fengmian, if it’s too much, don’t force it anymore.”

Qing Luan shouted anxiously.

He didn’t want to see Chu Fengmian, who had painstakingly broken through forty-eight Spirit Veins, die during this final breakthrough.

“No!

I must break through!”

Chu Fengmian declared vehemently!

He needed to break through—for revenge, to defeat the seven great sects, he had to surpass the Sword Dao Master.

Being stronger than the Sword Dao Master was the only way he could seek revenge and settle his grudges.

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