Strongest replication

"Chu Zilin, keep working hard. I'm optimistic about your future." Chu Zhongtian encouraged him by patting his shoulder.

Although Chu Zhongtian had never been a leader, he had watched a lot of workplace TV and novels on TV and computer before crossing over. He had some understanding of some leadership skills and knew how to encourage and capture the loyalty of his subordinates.

"I obey your orders!" Chu Zhongtian's encouragement made Chu Zilin pat his chest excitedly, as if he could fight for Chu Zhongtian immediately.

Chu Zhongtian didn't know Chu Hongwei's fate, but Chu Zilin, as a member of the younger generation, knew it very well.

After failing to compete with Chu Zhongtian for the successor, Chu Hongwei was locked up on the spot by the clan leader, and his life or death is still unknown. Chu Hongwei's father, the second elder, was deprived of all his rights and stayed in his own courtyard to reflect.

Even those elite children who had a good relationship with Chu Hongwei disappeared completely from the family without anyone noticing.

Chu Zilin felt a sense of fear and uneasiness about the family's vigorous and resolute approach. He could guess the reason why he could get a place to practice in the Blood Prison Pavilion, so he was grateful to Chu Zhongtian.

Turning around, Chu Zhongtian ignored Chu Zhongba and Chu Yuping and walked directly to the east side, coming to the easternmost column.

Without discussing with anyone, Chu Zhongtian jumped onto the column lightly, and then sat cross-legged on the cushion.

After Chu Zhongtian sat cross-legged, the remaining nine elite disciples began to be polite to each other.

"Please!"

"Please first!"

Every time the Blood Prison Pavilion is opened, there will be a second competition.

The first competition is for ten places. In addition to one's own talent and strength, the first competition is also related to the strength of the backers behind.

The second competition is after entering the Blood Prison Pavilion.

Because the energy contained in the ten columns varies, every disciple who enters the Blood Prison Pavilion wants to choose the column with the most energy in order to get a better improvement, and conflicts arise from this.

The best way to resolve conflicts is fist size. At this time, the younger generation will suffer. Because they are young and have practiced for a short time, their strength is far inferior to that of the younger generation, so they can only choose the following columns.

However, this competition is a little special.

Since Chu Zhongtian is the young patriarch, although his strength is not the strongest, his status is the most noble, and his potential and talent are also the best, so the column with the most energy must be his.

Among the remaining nine columns, the second and fifth columns with the strongest energy should be the four young generation of body refining disciples, because they are the strongest, but they did not step forward, but urged Chu Zhongba and Chu Yuping to go up.

Chu Zhongba and Chu Yuping are not ungrateful people, they began to give way to each other.

Chu Zhongtian, who was sitting cross-legged on the column, wanted to absorb the energy in the column that could purify blood to improve his strength and potential.

But he felt that the atmosphere below was a little unusual. He opened his eyes and looked for a while, and soon understood what happened.

The Blood Prison Pavilion is opened once every ten years, and can only be opened for five days at a time. It can be said that every minute and every second is very precious. Moreover, starting from the second day, a kind of pressure on the body will be generated in the Blood Prison Pavilion, deliberately shortening the time for everyone to practice. Therefore, since entering the Blood Prison Pavilion, every minute and every second must be used for practice.

Seeing that everyone was still courteous, Chu Zhongtian decided to be arbitrary for once and arrange the position for this practice.

"Chu Zhongba, you come to sit on the second column!" The tone was calm, but the attitude was unquestionable.

"Chu Zilin, the four of you in the body refining period sit on the third to sixth columns."

"Chu Yuping, you sit on the seventh column, and the remaining three have similar energies. You three can pick any one."

After arranging the positions for everyone to practice, Chu Zhongtian ignored whether they would abide by the arrangement he occupied, closed his eyes and began to absorb the energy in the column.

Blood Prison, as the name suggests, is for the blood in the body.

As he began to absorb the energy in the cylinder into his body, Chu Zhongtian clearly felt that the blood in his blood vessels was like being burned by a raging fire, and a very strong pain came over him.

Fortunately, Chu Zhongtian had experienced more painful pain in the past in order to repair his meridians, so the pain caused by the burning blood was within his tolerance.

Chu Zhongtian's ability to endure the pain of burning blood does not mean that others can also endure this pain. People like Chu Zhongba, who have been pampered since childhood and have never suffered any hardship, simply cannot bear the pain caused by the burning blood and begin to roll and scream.

Chu Zhongtian ignored Chu Zhongba and others who were rolling and screaming, but while enduring the pain caused by the burning blood, he carefully experienced the changes in his own strength after the blood was purified.

An hour later, Chu Zhongtian, whose face was extremely pale, stopped absorbing energy.

The reason for stopping absorbing energy was not that there was insufficient energy in the cylinder, nor that he could not continue to endure the pain caused by the burning blood, but because the amount of blood in the body was reduced due to the burning and purification, causing serious ischemia in the body.

He took out a bottle of pills from his bosom, poured out a red pill and swallowed it. Then, his pale face quickly turned red, and his tired demeanor quickly returned to normal.

Before entering the Blood Prison Pavilion, the family will prepare a bottle of specially refined blood-replenishing pills for each elite child in advance, just for this situation.

The blood-replenishing pills issued before entering the Blood Prison Pavilion each time are only upper-level tenth-grade pills, but the pill in Chu Zhongtian's hand is a lower-level ninth-grade pill specially prepared for him by the elder, which is of higher quality and more sufficient for blood replenishment.

After the blood was replenished, Chu Zhongtian did not delay and continued to absorb the energy in the cylinder. Perhaps it was because he could withstand the process of blood burning, or perhaps it was because the qi-replenishing pills given by the elder were of higher quality. This time he persisted for three hours before he had to stop absorbing energy.

After taking the lower-level ninth-grade blood-replenishing pill for the second time, Chu Zhongtian continued to absorb the energy in the cylinder. And this time, the blood in his body persisted for nearly six hours while absorbing energy.

After taking the blood-replenishing pill for the third time, Chu Zhongtian did not continue to absorb energy, but forced out a drop of blood. After comparison, he found that the purified blood was slightly different from before.

In the past, the blood that flowed out when he was injured was bright red, but now the color of the blood that was forced out did not change much, but a hint of gold could be seen.

Without using any spiritual power, he flicked the blood on his finger lightly, and the blood directly hit the marble on the ground and made a white mark.

Seeing that the purified blood was also very powerful, Chu Zhongtian's interest became stronger. He did not delay and continued to absorb energy.