Why Force My Hand to Draw My Sword? (Seeking Subscriptions)

Diplomacy was also built on the foundation of one's own strength.

Lu Chuan knew all too well that on the battlefield, there was no reasoning to speak of. If there was, it was the size of one's fist.

Now the Orthodox Gods had returned to their posts, the Three Realms had been set in order, and the affairs of the mortal world were to be settled by mortals.

Heavenly gods like Wen Zhong, who had been enfeoffed by the Heavenly Court, or those immortals of the Three Teachings—although they were still in the mortal world, they could no longer act as they had in the past, casually striking and harming mortals, much less taking lives at will.

Otherwise, it would be a violation of Heavenly Law, and they would be hunted down and arrested by the Heavenly Court, then finally judged and punished according to Heavenly Law.

For the Human Race, this was a rather good form of protection.

However, there was no free lunch in this world. After receiving the protection of heavenly gods, the Human Race also had to worship the gods and fulfill the obligation of providing incense offerings.

Of course, gods and immortals could no longer harm people—but demons and devils could.

Thus, in the future, the main duty of the Divine Generals of the Heavenly Court would be to guard the mortal world and eliminate those demons and monsters that harmed people.

Lu Chuan had asked Wen Zhong to remain in the mortal world also because the chaos of the feudal lords had only just been pacified, and someone with prestige like Grand Master Wen was needed to hold the field.

After a few more years, Wen Zhong would have to go up to heaven to take charge of affairs as well.

Right now, he