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The Shen Lan armor possesses the ability to intelligently adjust itself, automatically adapting to the body of the wearer. Upon realizing this, the two brothers felt an even deeper trust in Zhang Jiao. However, what intrigued them the most was the defensive capability of the Shen Lan.
Thus, the brothers each took a long sword and cautiously struck at each other's unprotected areas. With a crisp sound of metal clashing, the swords failed to inflict any substantial damage on the armor. However, upon closer inspection, they noticed faint sword marks on Zhang Bao's armored arm, while Zhang Liang, who wore leg guards, felt only a slight tingling sensation and was nearly unharmed.
The reason for this was that the helmet provided a defense value of only a certain unit, while the leg guards offered a higher unit value, resulting in a significant difference in their Defense values. This phenomenon did not escape the notice of the Zhang Jiao brothers.
"Big Brother, it seems that each piece of this divine armor has different Defense capabilities," Zhang Bao remarked. Zhang Jiao nodded in agreement.
Then, the three brothers continued to attack one another to further test the differences in defense among various parts of their equipment. Soon after, they reached a clear conclusion: the Chest Plate had the best defensive performance, followed by the leg guards; the helmet and boots had similar Defense values but performed the worst among the four pieces of armor.
After completing this round of testing, the three brothers removed their armor. At that moment, Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang suddenly voiced their doubts: "Big Brother, if the Liu Family is indeed the destined Tian Ming Zi, then why would the gods support us?"
Zhang Jiao smiled calmly and slowly waved his hand dismissively. "Destined? Where in this world is there such a thing as fate? The gods have made it clear that they see all beings as mere fodder."
"The Liu Family's possession of power is merely a stroke of luck."
Upon hearing these words, Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang were initially stunned, followed by an indescribable surge of excitement and joy. Previously, they had harbored many doubts and hesitations regarding this struggle, fearing that if they were to confront the so-called Heavenly Chosen Clan, it would be futile; no matter how hard they fought, failure seemed inevitable.
Now, having received the validation from Tianzun Yan, it was clear that the Liu Family had not been granted divine assistance. This proved that all their efforts held value and were no longer in vain. While they could not guarantee success, at least they still had a chance! As long as there was a glimmer of hope, what was there to fear?
With this thought, both of them instinctively straightened their backs, as if shedding an invisible burden from their shoulders. Subsequently, Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang turned their gazes toward the nearby Three-Legged Cauldron.
"Hey, brother, shouldn't the spell water in this cauldron be used up by now? How is it still full?" They clearly remembered that when they brought the cauldron to the camp, they had witnessed with their own eyes that all the spell water had been completely used.
Zhang Jiao approached slowly and explained, "What is contained within is not Fu Shui, but pure milk."
"Milk?" Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang looked puzzled. There were no cows raised in the camp, so where did all this milk come from? Moreover, how many cows would it take to fill this copper cauldron with milk?
In the late Eastern Han period, Huang Niu were primarily used for labor and food rather than for milk production. Even during the lactation period of a cow, the daily yield was extremely limited. To fill this Three-Legged Cauldron with milk would likely require several dairy cows.
Zhang Jiao quickly added, "This milk is a gift from the divine; you must not underestimate it. It contains a portion of divine power and has the ability to revive the dead and restore decayed wood. Just half of it can save a life on the brink of death."
Had they not witnessed the divine weapons and armor with their own eyes, they might have questioned this claim. However, at this moment, both brothers' eyes widened in astonishment as they approached the cauldron, their gazes filled with longing.
Zhang Jiao gently coughed to remind them to compose themselves. They immediately realized their lapse in demeanor and hurriedly stepped back a few paces, repeating the Calming Spell to stabilize their emotions.
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