Qiao stayed in the practice room all night, enduring the terrible smell of the room, and insisted on practicing breathing.

During this period, he took three strength potions.

He could feel his sea of ​​power expanding slightly, constantly absorbing the blood energy converted into by the power potion.

Perhaps, it is because of ‘crystal red’.

Regardless of dynamic exercise, static exercise, or breathing rhythm, his breathing method has entered the room in just one night.

Qiao is now unable to observe his sea of ​​power.

In the place where he could not peek, his power sea was filled with crimson blood flames. After the blood energy transformed by the basic power potion surged into the power sea, the blood energy with a large amount of impurities of the medicine was quickly calcined and purified by the blood flames. All the impurities were directly annihilated and completely turned into nothing.

Only the purest blood and energy, with the strange breathing rhythm, bombarded the newly opened sea of ​​power little by little, and merged into the sea of ​​power little by little.

The powerful blood qi washed over the body, and the gray sweat on Qiao's body flowed down one by one, and the air in the training room became extremely turbid.

Joe was immersed in a strange state.

Laplacie muttered quietly: "Scarlet, is it amazing... Absolutely pure sea of ​​power? Ultimate perfection?"

After the three power potions were exhausted, Qiao felt a slight tingling pain in his heart. According to the warning in the "Imperial Army Basic Respiratory Measures", this has reached the limit of his body. The newly opened sea of ​​power can no longer withstand more tempering.

You must rest, let the sea of ​​power adapt to the current state, absorb blood and heat and nourish it before you can start your second practice.

Qiao slowly stopped his strange breathing, slowed down, and walked to the stone table.

The sea of ​​new power was empty, and all the blood was consumed, and Qiao felt the emptiness in his body.

Grabbing a potion of strength, Qiao pinched his nose and drank it all.

The medicine enters the abdomen and turns into sliver of blood and is absorbed by the sea of ​​power. After purifying the blood inflammation, it turns into wisps of mist and quietly suspends in the sea of ​​power.

Without the activation of breathing, these blood and energy were stored in the powerhouse very steadily.

Laplaci suddenly spoke: "The gift is ready, is it a surprise? Ah, it's such a shocking talent. Your cultivation talent is simply inhuman. But think about it, you are Crimson, so everything is taken for granted."

Joe burped a fishy and unpleasant burp, and the crimson light flashed deep in his eyes: "My talent is very good? I have been praised, but it has nothing to do with crimson. If my talent is very good, it is of course the credit of my father and mother."

Joe burped again.

Laplacie coughed: "Then, give up on this problem. You have a little trouble, and my gift will help you solve this trouble... But, I want to know your understanding of cultivation."

Understanding of cultivation?

About the Sea of ​​Power?

Qiao remembered the roaring "Tor" cannon last night, and the scene when he visited the workshop of the Tulun Port Casting Bureau when he was young.

The hot and red copper water was poured into the mold, and the red sparks splashed, and the newly cast cannons were red all over, emitting a suffocating sense of power and artistic atmosphere.

"The sea of ​​power, it is a cannon." Qiao wiped the sweat from his body and walked towards the door of the training room: "The process of cultivation is to make the caliber of this cannon thicker and the barrel becomes longer and longer, from a field cannon to a Thor cannon."

"After we cast a cannon, the blood and energy we retain are the launching medicine. Our bodies are the cannonballs."

"The caliber is the truth, and the range is justice."

"It's thicker, longer, harder, this is the true meaning of cultivation and fighting!"

Laplacie coughed violently, and this description was very good, very consistent with Joe's style. He murmured in a low voice: "Shallow, ignorant wisdom."

Qiao opened the thick stone door of the cultivation room and pretended not to hear Laplacie's words: "What about the gift you said? What's the small trouble with my cultivation?"

Laplaci...

Then, the next moment, Qiao saw a square transparent light curtain with lines of flowing flowers written on it. The handwriting was charming crimson, just like the crimson of the three-round six-pointed magic circle in Wu Tie's eyes.

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Existence: Joe Rong Weitu

Magical: Scarlet

Favorite: The wise and omniscient Laplacie, the hypocritical lord of Silver Osmanthus, the sinister king of Hellinger, the greedy daughter of trade, the taboo master of swords

Ignore: The two-sided Golden Oak Lord Mu

Evil thoughts: The chaotic corrosive spirit Laka, the chaotic killing obsession Tuxi, the cowardly plateau wolf king Wol

Energy level: Sea of ​​power (normal state: 0.015%) (perfect state: 0.0012%)

*

Qiao quietly looked at the sudden appearance of light curtain.

These names inexplicably brought great pressure to Qiao.

Laplacie smiled sharply and pointedly: "Look at my little gift, you can see it at a glance. The favored ones are kind to you and pay the price, and you can get their help. The ones who ignore him will not pay attention to you. The ones who are malicious, when they have the chance, they will try their best to kill you."

Qiao looked at the name behind the column "Ignore".

"If I remember correctly, Hesse will donate many shining golden marks to this St. Heard Cathedral every year."

Laplacie smiled even happier: "But he ignores you, the world is so cruel. You, your family, have given their faith and high offerings, but the nobles are still qualified to ignore you."

"So, he's a complete asshole. His sister is much better than him."

Laplacian raised his voice and smiled sharply: "Life is long, dear Joe, you will suffer more blows in the future. You will find that this is such a bastard world!"

Qiao licked her lips and walked out of the training room.

In his heart, he was already full of resentment towards the supreme and only existence.

Joe felt heartbroken when he remembered the golden golden marks that Hessen worshipped to St. Heard's Cathedral every year.

In just a few breaths, Joe went from the shallow believer of the great existence to the unbeliever.

Even, he became angry at that great existence.

"So, one of my favored people, Laplaci, the wise and omniscient Laplaci, how can I get help from you?" Joe remembered Laplaci's words, and his heart was severely damaged, he wanted to find a little comfort.

“Pay a price!”

“What’s the price?”

"Oh, it is what is common in your human society. It is accompanied by a hint of obsession, belief, good thoughts, and evil thoughts. It can call the wind and rain, and it is almost omnipotent. It can turn chastity and sturdy women into sluts, turn heroes into villains and scoundrels, benefit the world, and cause disaster to the world, just a little bit of insignificant 'general equivalent'."

"Would you like to speak humanly?"

"Money!" Laplacie spit out a word cleanly: "Knowledge is priceless, but as an omniscient, in me, knowledge can be measured by money!"

"All knowledge, including how to speed up your cultivation and how to achieve perfect cultivation results." Laplacie smiled softly: "You saw that according to my calculations, based on your cultivation results last night, it will take nearly twenty years for you to complete the cultivation of the Sea of ​​Power normally?"

"And you want to complete the perfect state of the sea of ​​power cultivation, oh, that's really a long process."

"And the reason why you are so slow in your cultivation is precisely because of your talent."

"According to what you just described, your sea of ​​power is a cannon that is being cast, and your talent is the mold for casting cannons. Your talent is too good, and the mold is too huge."

"Three power potions, three power potions, each power potion is equivalent to the blood and energy obtained by ordinary people for more than ten days of eating and drinking. It is enough for ordinary people to increase the progress of the sea of ​​power forging to 1%, 2%, 3% or even higher, and you...oh, it's such a happy tragedy!"

"Scarlet Makes you extraordinary talent, and extraordinary talent makes you almost unable to grow."

"Do you want to speed up your practice? Do you want to grow quickly? Money is priceless, knowledge is priceless, dear Crimson, knowledge is priceless!"

"Let me think, let me think!" Qiao bit her lower lip, left the training room, and returned to the ground.

Laplaci's words were like a blow, making Joe a little dizzy.

Because of their talent, the mold for casting the cannon by yourself is too huge?

Joe fully understands this problem—cost, resources, efficiency…

He thought about this problem in pain, his eyes were straightened, and he followed his instinct to walk towards the main building of the Weitu family. He walked into the small family restaurant on the first floor with familiarity. Qiao sat down in the seat where he usually dined.

After practicing overnight, Qiao came to the restaurant too early.

During breakfast, the area was small and in the small restaurant dedicated to Joe's family's daily use, only Hesen sat at the long table, reading newspapers and gnawing on the smoked sausages.

When he saw Joe, Hesen coughed: "Joe, I think it's a sin to waste time at home. I was wrong. I shouldn't have asked you for that half a month's sick leave. This is a kind of escape. I almost made you a deserter!"

Put down the smoked sausage in your hand, wiped the greasy fingers with a napkin, and Hesen said in a deep voice: "So, there is a special investigation team, your director will call you to participate, I agree."

"For the peace of Tulum Port, for the dead citizens, for your sacrificed colleagues."

"Joe, try hard. Dig out all those damn guys!"

Hesen slapped the dining table with righteous violence.

Qiao took a deep breath and suppressed the inexplicable anger in his heart with difficulty. Very good, Hesen's decision, he liked it very much.

Tifa, with her disheveled hair, floated into the restaurant in her pajamas like sleepwalking.

Liya grabbed the comb, hairpin and hairband, like Tifa's shadow, followed Tifa in step by step. As she walked, she quickly tamed the long hair that had been picked up like a hundred reeds on Tifa's head and braided her with a big, shiny braid.

Tifa grabbed the milk jug in front of him with expressionless expression, looked up, opened his mouth, and with a 'gulp', a liter of milk disappeared.

Put down the milk jug, grab ten peeled eggs, and swallowed them into your mouth.

As the wind swept away the remaining clouds, Tifa, expressionless, continued to kill a pound of smoked rabbit meat, two pounds of bacon, and five pounds of white bread at an astonishing speed. She patted her belly with satisfaction, then shivered and suddenly woke up.

‘Ah~~~’!

The earth-shaking scream sounded, and Tifa grabbed the sterling silver plate in front of him and slapped the face of Joe, who was sitting opposite her, with an innocent face.
Chapter completed!