There were still plenty of ingredients for Blood-Strengthening Soup in the storeroom. Chen Xiao dumped them all into the pool, then fetched several large buckets of clean water and filled it to the brim.
By the time he had finished, the sky had gradually darkened.
Chen Zhuo picked up the iron bucket containing True Blood. After thinking it over, he decided not to use the same amount as before and poured a fifth of it straight into the pool.
The moment the True Blood went in, the pool boiled over.
"If I put that fifth into porcelain bottles, wouldn't it fill one or two dozen of them?"
Chen Zhuo could only make a rough estimate. He had no way of knowing the exact amount.
The only thing he could be sure of was that this bath would be at least ten times as effective as the last.
The question was whether he could endure it.
The pool's churning was even more violent than before. Droplets of soup splashed out and struck the bluestone floor, leaving tiny, densely packed holes behind.
"My body's toughened by the Dragon-Roar Iron Cloth Shirt should be... enough, right?"
Chen Zhuo looked down at the thick soup, which bubbled and hissed like lava. It was only natural that he felt a little apprehensive.
Still, he stripped without hesitation, gritted his teeth, and leaped in.
"Hiss..."
As soon as he entered the soup, an unprecedented heat seared his body.
In just a few breaths, he had turned red as a roasted prawn. His skin was already far tougher than that of an ordinary martial artist, yet now it had turned scarlet, and tiny blisters covered his body.
Pain battered his mind. Wrapped in waves of scorching heat, his expression grew hazy.
But this alone wasn't enough to