Ying Zheng Practices Evil Arts, Blood-Clad Army's New Camp

"Your Majesty, this is a body-tempering technique prepared by the Supreme General for the Blood-Clad Army. It is not some evil art concocted by a Fangshi, so there is no need to worry about this subject."

Though Meng Yi was drenched in sweat, his spirit was remarkably vibrant.

He had only been practicing for two days, yet he could already clearly feel a difference in his body.

The profundity of this technique was evident.

"Oh?" Ying Zheng raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. "Why is this body-tempering technique so agonizing to practice? I see you are covered in sweat, and your expression is quite ferocious while training."

Meng Yi replied, "This technique can rapidly increase physical strength and vigor, so a degree of pain is only reasonable. Even with daily exercise, the body will naturally feel soreness."

"This subject believes that this technique is simply designed to temper the physique at a much faster rate through more potent effects, which is why it is so painful."

Ying Zheng considered this and found the logic sound.

He managed state affairs daily, working from before dawn until late into the night, leaving him no time for prolonged exercise.

Occasional activity, however, yielded little result, being barely different from not exercising at all.

If this body-tempering technique was so time-efficient, would it not be perfectly suited for him?

As for the excessive pain involved in the practice, he did not take it to heart at all.

"This technique sounds excellent. Have a copy made for This Lonely One; I wish to practice it as well."

"This..." Meng Yi hesitated. "Your Majesty, when practicing this technique, it feels as though countless ants are gnawing at one's body. Why must Your Majesty..."

Ying Zheng shook his head. "No more words. If the soldiers of the Blood-Clad