The Domineering King of the Netherworld and His Sweetheart

65. Tender Flesh

Translator: Ning LL

The tall and slim King stood still, regardless of Feng Xi’s naughty moves.

“Get down now, or I can not teach you.” Although the King’s tone seemed strict, his movement was quite gentle when he held Feng Xi’s waist carefully in case the latter would fall down.

Feng Xi slipped down from the King’s body bashfully right away and then stood in front of the King straightly.

“Nine Rhyme Fists is a Profound Art used for close combats. It requires your speed and strength. The higher your speed is, the more likely your are to win. In the meantime, you can only increase your strength through practicing continuously. The more expertly you can employ the spiritual energy, the more quickly you’ll master this Profound Art. Although the requirements of learning the Nine Rhyme Fists are plentiful and also complicated, this Art is actually several times more powerful than the normal Profound Arts in the medium grade.”

As Feng Xi listened to the King talking to him slowly, he felt like every word he had heard was carved in his brain and would never be forgotten.

“Really?” Feng Xi asked.

“The most impressive part about the Nine Rhyme Fists is the punch you have thrown each time actually has secret force beneath. The secret force could multiply the damage you cause on the original basis and help you defeat your opponent by a surprise action. However, it is not easy for you to practice this secret force. Your speed has to work well with your strength. What’s more, your mastery of this Art also decides how fast you’ll be able to give out the explosive power.” Though the King said that in a flat tone, he stated very clearly that Nine Rhyme Fists was not easy to employ.

Nevertheless, Feng Xi who was in high spirits didn’t care about this at all and asked the King with the white crystal in his hand, “My leader, what should I do now?”

“Put your mental force in the crystal, record the information in your brain. Then we can practice the Nine Rhyme Fists.”

“OK.” Feng Xi did as he was told at once.

Right now, Feng Xi had already known how to use his mental force. Although he had heard from God of Books that the white crystal always had barriers as a protection, his mental force travelled through the path in the white crystal as if there were no obstacles at all.

Inside the White Crystal was an icy world with blinking dots jumping hither and thither in the air.

As Feng Xi’s mental force touched the dots, the immense information was poured into his brain like rivers. At first, he saw the name of this Profound Art in the medium grade, which was the Nine Rhyme Fists. Then he saw the introduction of this Art, which was exactly the same as what the King had said. However, those words which entered Feng Xi’s brain were a bit hard to understand. Luckily, with the King’s former explanation, Feng Xi was able to get a clear understanding of all the information.

The Nine Rhyme Fists was a very aggressive Profound Art. The one who had mastered this Art to perfection could cause the same level of damage as the one who employed the Profound Art in high grade of the Heaven stage. Thus it could be seen how powerful the Nine Rhyme Fists was.

At present, the cultivators in the Three Worlds only practiced the Profound Arts in Profound or Ground stage.

The Profound Art in Heaven stage was scarcely seen in the Three Worlds. Even there was one, it was only an Art in the low grade of the Heaven Stage.

Also, Profound Art in high grade would not only increase one’s power but also played a critical role in the battle.

A cultivator couldn’t only rely on his or her spiritual energy to fight, because in that case, the cultivator would only end up in a quick death especially in a battle with a Demon Beast. The Demon Beasts had natural strengths with their rough skin, thick flesh, sharp claws and teeth. If a cultivator couldn’t employ any Art, the only result for him or her would be dying from the exhaustion of the spiritual energy or being torn apart by the sharp claws or teeth of the Demon Beasts.

That was why Profound Arts had been created.

Nonetheless, many powerful cultivators died due to the large war between the Gods and Demons tens of thousands of years ago. Because most of them had no disciple, the Arts they employed also failed to be handed down to others. As a result, nowadays the most powerful Profound Arts available were only in the low grade of the Heaven stage.

Though the Nine Rhyme Fists that Feng Xi had already kept in mind was not in the high grade of the Heaven stage, there would be a lot of people longing for it.

Normally, a cultivator who possessed a Profound Art in medium grade of the Heaven stage should be very proud of himself and stand out from most of the cultivators in the Three Worlds. Thus the appearance of the Profound Art in the high grade would definitely draw numerous greedy cultivators.

It was quite obvious how rare a Profound Art in the Heaven stage was in the Three Worlds

After Feng Xi had drawn back his consciousness from the white crystal, he still looked very excited but there was a deep frown.

“My leader, learning the Nine Rhyme Fists requests a sturdy body, but look at me.” Feng Xi rolled up his sleeves and showed his arms to the King while pouting, “I do have muscles, but I don’t know if they are strong enough.”

His arms were fair and tender like the shelled boiled eggs. If the King poked the boy’s arms, he could feel the hydrated and elastic skin right away.

If an arm like this was called muscular, then a newborn baby could also be called muscular.

The King glanced at the arms in front of him with an unfathomable look in his eyes. Only when Feng Xi couldn’t stand the silence and shouted did the King give a critical answer,

“The flesh, is very tender.”