"Do you know how terrifying you looked when you came down from the battlefield? You had more than three hundred wounds all over your body. Many were deep enough to show bone. If it had been an ordinary person, even ten lives wouldn't have been enough..." Yan Feiqing said worriedly.
"More than three hundred?"
"Yes..."
Upon hearing that answer, Zhang Tie's first reaction was to hurriedly stick his hand inside his robe and feel around his crotch. Then he immediately let out a sigh of relief.
"What are you doing?" Yan Feiqing blinked in surprise.
"I was checking whether my family heirloom was still there. It is, so it's fine. I won't leave you a widow, Qing'er..." Zhang Tie grinned and teased Yan Feiqing. Having survived this time was no different from being reborn to him. Everything in life felt beautiful and precious—the sunlight streaming through the window, the birdsong, the fragrance in the room, and the jade-like beauty leaning against him, all so vivid and wonderful. As for his current injuries, severe as they appeared, Zhang Tie was not overly worried. So long as the green hills remained, there would be no shortage of firewood. He had the Blood Sacrifice Furnace, and his body could advance once again into the Advanced Recovery Body. Zhang Tie refused to believe that, with so many methods at his disposal, he could not recover from the aftereffects of the Thunder of Annihilation.
Only after getting drunk did one know the richness of wine; only after loving did one know the weight of feeling.
As long as he lived, as long as he could still get drunk and still love, that was the greatest fortune. As for the combat strength he had temporarily lost, he would simply treat it as a vacation.
Zhang Tie