Chapter 41: Forging the Divine Veins

Thirty-five spiritual veins, and it hasn't even reached the limit!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Several more bursts of spiritual power erupted violently from Chu Fengmian's body, causing his spiritual energy to expand rapidly.

Three more spiritual veins were broken through.

"Seize the Heavenly Secrets, Forge the Divine Veins!"

The way Qing Luan looked at Chu Fengmian was almost as if she were looking at a monster.

"Could it be that the legend is true?"

*Seize the Heavenly Secrets, Forge the Divine Veins*—this was how the Nine-Revolution Heaven-Seizing Pill had been described in ancient times.

"Seizing the Heavenly Secrets" referred to seizing the medicinal potency of the Nine-Revolution Heaven-Seizing Pill. This pill was refined from countless spiritual herbs containing the purest spiritual energy in the world.

The medicinal potency within was terrifying to the extreme; how much one could seize and devour would determine the level of a martial artist's future aptitude.

As for the second phrase, "Forge the Divine Veins," it was a rumor.

Legend has it that a person possesses a total of forty-nine spiritual veins. An ordinary martial artist can only open two or three, which is their limit.

Only a few geniuses can open more than seven.

Among the disciples of great sects, such as those of the Seven Great Sects, it was not uncommon to see geniuses who, through various pills and postnatal methods, could open ten or twenty spiritual veins.

However, those truly capable of opening more than thirty spiritual veins were peerlessly rare, representing the true elites even among the Seven Great Sects.

According to legend, the person who could open all forty-nine spiritual veins within their body would possess the legendary "Divine Veins."

Yet, the concept of Divine Veins was almost like an ethereal myth; it was recorded, but no one had truly achieved it.

Chu Fengmian's master, the Lord of the Sword Path, who was known as the number one powerhouse in the world, had opened a total of forty-eight spiritual veins, but even he had reached his limit.

This gave rise to a saying: martial artists actually only have forty-eight spiritual veins, and the true forty-ninth vein is nothing more than a lie.

Since the Lord of the Sword Path had stood at the pinnacle of power, this saying was widely known. The matter of Divine Veins was mostly treated as vague gossip that no one took seriously.

But seeing Chu Fengmian today, this sentence suddenly flashed through Qing Luan's mind.

Before Qing Luan could speak again, another surge of spiritual energy fluctuation emanated from Chu Fengmian.

Forty.

By now, Chu Fengmian's body had opened a full forty spiritual veins.

This was a staggering number. Among all the martial artists who had consumed the Nine-Revolution Heaven-Seizing Pill, no one had ever truly reached this level.

Devouring the medicinal potency of the Nine-Revolution Heaven-Seizing Pill was not as simple as it appeared. The more one devoured, the greater the burden placed on the body, followed by bone-deep, excruciating pain.

Many martial artists had fainted from the sheer agony while devouring the pill—not because their will was weak, but because their bodies simply could not endure it.

Yet, Chu Fengmian was currently practicing the Bone-Rebirth Sutra, and under the dual agony of that and the Nine-Revolution Heaven-Seizing Pill, he had actually managed to open as many as forty spiritual veins.

"A monster, truly a monster. In his past life, Chu Jianbai stood at the peak of the Sword Path without any spiritual power. In this life, if he manages to open the Divine Veins, I fear the entire world will change," Qing Luan whispered to herself while watching him.

But then again, in this world, the only one capable of being reincarnated with his memories was Chu Fengmian.

Living two lives had forged an incomparably resilient soul and will within him, allowing him to endure such agony.

"The forty-first! The forty-second!"

As time passed minute by minute, Chu Fengmian's speed of breakthrough slowed significantly.

Each subsequent spiritual vein was infinitely more difficult to break through than the last. Chu Fengmian had lost track of how long he had been in this cave.

The clothes on his body were dried time and again, only to be soaked by the cold water once more.

He sat motionless in the cave, his mind focused solely on the continuous devouring of the Nine-Revolution Heaven-Seizing Pill's spiritual energy to open his veins.

"The forty-eighth one."

After an unknown amount of time, another surge of spiritual energy erupted from Chu Fengmian's body.

The forty-eighth spiritual vein.

This was the limit for a martial artist, the absolute limit reached by countless monsters and geniuses throughout history.

Even Chu Fengmian's master, the Lord of the Sword Path, had stopped at this very step.

"Does the legendary Divine Vein truly exist? Let me see for myself," Qing Luan murmured softly.

Her eyes were filled with anticipation. She wanted to witness with her own eyes whether the legendary Divine Vein could actually be born.

*Thump!*

Behind Chu Fengmian, countless spiritual veins manifested one after another. Through his clothes, one could clearly see his back covered in lines of spiritual veins.

These veins seemed to form a formation diagram, yet the center of this diagram was a void of pitch black.

It seemed as though it only lacked one single point to be complete.

"The final spiritual vein, the forty-ninth spiritual vein, actually exists!"

Seeing this, Qing Luan understood that this final point was indeed the last spiritual vein of a martial artist—the forty-ninth one.

The vein existed, but Qing Luan had no certainty as to whether it could actually be broken through.

After all, if countless geniuses had failed to break through that final point, was it possible for the current Chu Fengmian?

"Break for me!"

Chu Fengmian let out a frenzied, furious roar.

The Nine-Revolution Heaven-Seizing Pill in his mouth had been entirely devoured; every bit of its medicinal potency had been consumed by him.

Now he understood—this was the final barrier!

*Bang! Bang! Bang!*

Veins bulged on Chu Fengmian's arms and body, and cracks began to burst open with thunderous force.

Cracks actually appeared on Chu Fengmian's skin, and countless streams of blood flowed from them.

This was the consequence of forcibly charging through spiritual veins. If the breakthrough failed, one could even be killed by the backlash of the energy.

Throughout history, countless martial artists had been killed by the backlash of this power while attempting to break through their spiritual veins, their bodies exploding.

"Chu Fengmian, if you can't do it, don't push yourself any further!"

Qing Luan shouted anxiously.

She did not want to see Chu Fengmian, who had worked so hard to break through forty-eight veins, die during the final breakthrough.

"No! I must break through!"

Chu Fengmian shouted fiercely!

He had to break through! For revenge, to defeat the Seven Great Sects, he had to break through.

Even the mighty Lord of the Sword Path had ultimately died under the siege of the Seven Great Sects. Chu Fengmian had to surpass the Lord of the Sword Path; only by being stronger than him could he achieve his revenge and settle the score.

(End of Chapter)