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As he leveled up, his interface displayed a heart count that had accumulated to the point where it needed to be folded to show everything completely. In total, he had amassed a certain number of hearts. Additionally, he possessed a full set of iron armor. This armor not only provided damage reduction but also featured the attributes of Protection IV and Thorn III on his chest plate, thanks to an enchanted book. Even if Zhang Jiao were to strike him with a sword, he would be largely unharmed by a direct frontal attack, even one from modern weaponry. Not to mention that any attack would risk inflicting lethal damage on Zhang Jiao due to the Thorn III's reflective harm.
Of course, while Yun Yi did not care about such provocations, it did not mean he would go easy on Zhang Jiao. Attacking Yun Yi was itself an act of disrespect. Therefore, Yun Yi decided to teach him a proper lesson. This meant withholding milk to recover from the wounds inflicted by Thorn III's retaliation.
Zhang Jiao's injuries were not trivial; at that moment, his nearly full-force strike had been equally reflected back at him. It is important to note that in "Wo Jie," the damage from Thorn III is not physical harm but equivalent to internal injuries within the body, particularly affecting the organs. While it might appear that he was merely pale, in reality, it felt as if his insides were being violently stirred, causing excruciating pain that pushed him to his limits.
Despite Zhang Jiao's battlefield experience and resilience, he was now drenched in sweat and trembling uncontrollably. He was on the verge of collapse. Seeing that punishment had already been dealt, Yun Yi stood up and approached Zhang Jiao, offering him milk to drink. As the milk entered his body,
It was as if sweet dew had nourished the parched land, and Zhang Jiao immediately felt a wave of relief, almost unable to suppress his words of gratitude.
Before long, Zhang Jiao gradually returned to normal. However, the milk had only healed his internal injuries, alleviating his pain; it did not restore the Stamina he had lost due to the backlash. To fully recover his Stamina, he would either need to consume the special food provided by Yun Yi from Wo Jie or slowly recuperate over time.
Once healed, Zhang Jiao showed utmost respect towards Yun Yi, immediately kneeling before him and bowing his head. He was well aware of the consequences of offending a deity and earnestly sought forgiveness. Zhang Jiao pledged to follow the Divine Lord for life.
In response to this, Yun Yi waved his hand slightly, saying, "Matters of faith are yours to choose freely; they are not imposed upon you. Please rise and speak."
Upon hearing these words, Zhang Jiao hurriedly stood up and respectfully positioned himself opposite Yun Yi.
Yun Yi gestured towards the nearby chairs and tables. "There’s no need to be overly formal; please sit down. I am not here to hold you accountable. Today, I simply wish to have a casual chat with you. You can consider me an ordinary friend."
Not being overly formal? That was a challenge for anyone, especially since he had previously attempted to attack the deity before him. Zhang Jiao awkwardly smiled for a moment,
Sitting beside the table, Yun Yi mimicked a poised posture, carefully half-seated at the edge, appearing to wait attentively. Upon noticing this, Yun Yi gently shook his head but chose not to speak up.
He had already spent some time in Zhang Jia Zhuang in his divine identity and had grown accustomed to the respectful demeanor of those around him.
By the way, when I entered, I heard you mention something about being quick. What did you mean by that?
Zhang Jiao cautiously looked up at Yun Yi. Those eyes, reminiscent of morning stars that seemed capable of piercing through one's soul, made him mistakenly believe that Yun Yi could truly see into his heart and was testing him. Thus, he felt compelled to reveal everything:
It’s because I am preparing for the upcoming days of the Han Dynasty.
Zhang Jiao's voice gradually lowered. The emperor of the Han Dynasty was nominally the Son of Heaven, while the immortals hailed from the celestial realm.
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