Strongest Replication

"Chu Zilin, continue working hard. I have high hopes for your future." Chu Zhongtian patted his shoulder and encouraged him.    

Although Chu Zhongtian had never been a leader, before he came here, he had seen a lot of work TV and novels on TV and on the computer. He knew some of the skills of being a leader. He knew how to encourage and capture the loyalty of his subordinates.    

"Yes, sir!" Chu Zhongtian's encouragement made Chu Zilin excitedly pat his chest. He showed an attitude that he could fight for Chu Zhongtian immediately.    

Chu Zhongtian did not know Chu Hongwei's fate, but as a young man, Chu Zilin knew it very well.    

Ever since Chu Hongwei lost the competition for the heir to the throne with Chu Zhongtian, he had been locked up by the patriarch on the spot, and no one knew whether he was still alive or dead. Chu Hongwei's father, Second Elder, had been stripped of all his rights, and he had closed his doors to reflect on himself.    

Even those few elite disciples who had a good relationship with Chu Hongwei had disappeared from the family without anyone knowing.    

Chu Zilin felt a wave of fear and uneasiness towards the swift and decisive actions of the family. He could guess the reason why he was able to enter the Blood Prison Pavilion. That was why he was grateful to Chu Zhongtian.    

Turning his head, Chu Zhongtian ignored Chu Zhongba, Chu Yuping and the others. He walked directly to the east side of the pillar.    

Without discussing with anyone, Chu Zhongtian jumped onto the pillar and sat on the hassock with his legs crossed.    

After Chu Zhongtian sat down with his legs crossed, the remaining nine elite disciples started to show respect to each other.    

"Please!"    

"You go first, please!"    

Every time the Blood Prison Pavilion opened, there would be two competitions.    

The first was a competition for ten quotas. The first competition was not only about the participant's talent and strength, but also about the strength of his backer.    

The second time was after entering the Blood Prison Pavilion.    

Because the energy contained in the ten pillars was different, every disciple who entered the Blood Prison Pavilion wanted to choose the pillar with the most energy, so that they could obtain better improvements. Thus, conflicts were created.    

The best way to resolve conflicts was to have a martial arts competition. At this time, the younger generation would be at a disadvantage. Because they were young and had cultivated for a short period of time, their strength was relatively weak. Thus, they could only choose the few pillars at the back.    

However, the competition this time was a bit special.    

As Chu Zhongtian was Young Patriarch, although his strength was not the strongest, his status was the noblest. Moreover, his potential and talent were also the most outstanding, so the pillar with the most energy would definitely be his.    

Among the remaining nine cylinders, the second and fifth pillars should be the four Body Refining Stage disciples of the younger generation. Because they were the strongest, they didn't go forward. Instead, they urged Chu Zhongba, Chu Yuping and the others to go up.    

Chu Zhongba and Chu Yuping weren't people who didn't know what was good for them. They started to show respect to each other.    

Chu Zhongtian, who was sitting cross-legged on the pillar, felt the energy inside the pillar that could purify blood. He originally wanted to absorb this energy immediately to increase his strength and potential.    

However, he felt that the atmosphere below was a little unusual. He opened his eyes and looked at it for a while. Soon, he understood what had happened.    

The Blood Prison Pavilion opened once every ten years. It could only be opened once for five days. It could be said that every minute and every second was extremely precious. Moreover, from the second day onwards, there would be a kind of pressure that targeted the physical body within the Blood Prison Pavilion. It would deliberately shorten the time of everyone's cultivation. Therefore, ever since they entered the Blood Prison Pavilion, they had to make the best use of every minute and second to cultivate.    

Seeing that everyone was still giving way to him, Chu Zhongtian decided to act on his own. He would arrange a place for them to cultivate this time.    

"Chu Zhongba, you can sit on the second pillar!" Chu Zhongtian's tone was calm, but his attitude could not be questioned.    

"Chu Zilin, you four Body Refining Stage warriors, sit on the third to sixth pillar."    

"Chu Yuping, you are sitting on the seventh pillar. The remaining three energy pillars are about the same. You three can choose any one of them."    

After arranging their seats, Chu Zhongtian did not care whether they would follow his instructions. He closed his eyes and began to absorb the energy inside the pillar.    

Blood Prison, as the name suggested, was targeted at the blood in one's body.    

As he began to absorb the energy in the cylinder into his body, Chu Zhongtian could clearly feel that the blood in his blood vessels was like a Burning Fire. A very strong pain hit him.    

Fortunately, Chu Zhongtian had experienced more pain than this in order to repair the meridian. Therefore, the pain brought by the burning of his blood was within his tolerance.    

Although Chu Zhongtian could bear the pain of the blood burning, it did not mean that others could also bear the pain. A person like Chu Zhongba, who had been living a comfortable life since he was young, had never suffered any hardship. He simply couldn't bear the pain brought by the burning of his blood. He started rolling and screaming.    

Chu Zhongtian didn't pay attention to Chu Zhongba and the others who were rolling and screaming. Instead, he endured the pain brought by the burning of his blood while carefully experiencing the changes to his own strength after his blood was purified.    

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

The reason he stopped absorbing energy wasn't because the energy in the cylinder was insufficient. It was not because he could no longer bear the pain brought by the burning of his blood, but because the amount of blood in his body had decreased because of the burning and purification. It caused severe blood deficiency in his body.    

He took out a bottle of medicinal pills from his bosom, poured out a red medicinal pill, and consumed it. Then, his pale face was quickly filled with blood, and his tired expression quickly returned to normal.    

Before entering the Blood Prison Pavilion, the family would prepare a bottle of Blood Replenishing Pill specially concocted for every elite disciple in advance, so that they could deal with such an unexpected situation.    

Every time, the Blood Replenishing Pill they obtained before entering the Blood Prison Pavilion was only a high-grade Level 10 pill. However, the pill in Chu Zhongtian's hand was a Low Rank Ninth Grade pill that Grand Elder had specially prepared for him, and its quality was even higher. It was more effective in replenishing his blood.    

After Chu Zhongtian finished replenishing his blood, he didn't waste any time. He continued to absorb the energy within the cylinder. Perhaps it was because he was enduring the process of the blood burning, or perhaps it was because the Qi Replenishing Pill Grand Elder gave him was of a higher quality. This time, he persisted for three hours before he had no choice but to stop absorbing the energy.    

The second time, after Chu Zhongtian consumed the Low Rank Ninth Grade Blood Replenishing Pill, he continued to absorb the energy within the cylinder. This time, the blood in his body persisted for nearly six hours.    

After the third time he consumed the Blood Replenishing Pill, Chu Zhongtian did not continue to absorb the energy. Instead, he forced out a drop of blood. After comparing the blood, he found that the purified blood was slightly different from before.    

In the past, when he was injured, the blood that flowed out of his body was bright red. Now, although the color of the blood that he forced out did not change much, he could vaguely see a trace of gold.    

He did not use any spiritual power. He gently flicked the blood on his finger, and the blood directly formed a white mark on the marble floor.    

Seeing that the purified blood also had a very strong power, Chu Zhongtian's interest was even more intense. He did not waste any time and continued to absorb the energy.