"It didn't hurt that much. I could still take it," Chen Cheng said with a smile, his voice gentle.
Once the skin membrane had been tempered, it would naturally suffer damage. Those injuries could not heal completely through medicinal baths alone; they needed the effects of ingested medicine, combined with the body's natural recovery, to mend slowly.
Whenever Chen Cheng tempered his skin membrane, he persisted until he was near the limit of what his body could bear before stopping. The damage to his skin membrane was likewise close to its limit.
Though the medicine had healed most of his injuries by now, his skin membrane still ached somewhat.
Chen Cheng recalled Xi'er saying that the refined iron sewn into his undershirt had begun to rust and carried a faint smell of iron rust.
If Xi'er could smell it, others probably could too. It was time to take it out and wipe it down, remove the rust, and add some more weight while he was at it so that his Iron Garment Art could progress faster.
Fifty jin was still too little for cultivating the Iron Garment Art.
After giving it some thought, Chen Cheng continued, "Xiaowan, take out the refined iron in my undershirt and wipe it clean. Modify it while you're at it. I'll buy some refined iron at noon and add it in."
"More refined iron?" Mu Xiaowan was slightly startled. Chen Cheng worked at the City Guard Office, standing duty for four or five hours each day while carrying fifty jin as he walked everywhere. If it were anyone else, they probably would not last more than a few days before collapsing from exhaustion.
Chen Cheng nodded slightly. "Add some more."
"How many more jin? I'll need to plan the dimensions when I cut the cloth,"