In the blink of an eye, Li Su, who had started with a god-tier hand, was already three years old.
It had to be said, the Nine Li people were built different. They could eat anything with relish, and their digestive powers went without saying—seven meals a day, one jin per meal.
By the time he turned three, it was still seven meals a day, but each meal had become five jin.
So, though Li Su was only three years old, he already weighed nearly a hundred jin.
Don't underestimate that hundred jin. An ordinary adult woman might not even weigh that much. And the most terrifying part was that although he was heavy, his appearance had not changed at all—he looked no different from any other three-year-old child.
This situation delighted the whole family—no, the entire village.
What was this?
This was an auspicious anomaly!
Just like the old Lord of War, who had been born with horns on his head—it was the mark of someone extraordinary.
As for Li Su himself, he was undoubtedly helpless about it all.
In a place like this, if your body was too weak, you could easily be abandoned. Once he had learned of his circumstances, he had originally planned to act more mediocrely, to avoid drawing too much attention. Once the strength he had hidden was sufficient, he would find a way to run away.
It couldn't be helped. Having Nine Li blood was one thing, but if he learned witchcraft and demonic cultivation techniques as well, then once he went outside, forget joining the Mystic Sect—there was a very good chance he would be caught halfway there and beaten to death by "righteous people."
But alas, alas.
He was truly hungry!
His body's demand for nutrition was simply too high. Far