Lacking Virtue in All Five Elements!

"Brother!" Little Fatty panicked and hurried over to help Tang Fei up.

"I'm fine." Tang Fei raised a hand to stop him. "Let me rest for a while."

I'm Tang Fei. Wherever I fell, that was where I lay down.

What a lame homophone joke!

"What kind of crappy hammer is this? We might as well throw it away." Little Fatty picked up the Skull Hammer and was about to toss it aside.

"Wait," Tang Fei called out.

Holding the Skull Hammer aloft, Little Fatty asked, "Brother, what is it?"

Tang Fei said nothing. He merely stared at Little Fatty with an odd look, looking him up and down, left and right, as if trying to see straight through him.

"Brother, what is it?" Little Fatty asked nervously. "Are my eyes red? Have I turned into some terrifying monster?"

Seeing Tang Fei's reactions after he had picked up the Skull Hammer had truly frightened him. He had thought Tang Fei had been possessed by the Fierce God.

Now that he was holding the hammer himself, had he become like his big brother too?

"Try swinging it," Tang Fei said.

Little Fatty swung the hammer. With a deafening BOOM, a protruding turtle-shell rock nearby was smashed to pieces, scattering like powder in every direction.

"Hit something else," Tang Fei said.

Though Little Fatty had no idea why, he swung the hammer again.

Bang!

A stalactite hanging upside down overhead was sent flying by his blow.

Tang Fei's eyes lit up. Looking at Little Fatty, he asked, "Do you feel your blood surging, like you want to kill someone?"

"No." Little Fatty shook his head.

"Do you feel feverish all over, as though you've been roasted over a fire?"

"No." Little Fatty still shook his head.

"Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

Little Fatty rubbed his stomach. "I'm just a little hungry. Maybe I exercised too much today. Brother, neither of us has had dinner yet."

"..."

Tang Fei looked at Little Fatty, then studied the Skull Hammer in his hand for a while longer, gradually confirming his suspicions.

When that thread of the Fierce God's divine will had locked onto him at the entrance, he had struggled desperately against it, only to suffer a backlash from its divine power. Little Fatty, on the other hand, had foolishly followed the principle of let the strong do as they please while the bright moon shines over the mountain ridge, and had been completely unharmed.

He had found that strange even then. After all, he was a Cultivator in the Qi Control Realm. Was his resistance really inferior to that of an ordinary Little Fatty?

Just now, when the Fierce God had wielded the Skull Hammer and tried to crush them to death with one blow, he had been injured more severely as well. Little Fatty had been sent flying, but after rolling across the ground, he had promptly climbed back to his feet.

This hammer was a little sinister.

Tang Fei looked at Little Fatty and said, "Little Fatty, from now on, this hammer is yours."

Heavenly treasures belonged to those of virtue.

With the very same hammer, he felt worse than dead the moment he picked it up.

Yet Little Fatty could hold it without anything happening, and could even unleash tremendous destructive power with it.

Tang Fei felt deeply wounded.

The divine artifact's discriminatory treatment was practically a naked declaration that Tang Fei lacked virtue in all five elements.

Naturally, Tang Fei would not voice his suspicions.

A big brother's basic dignity still had to be protected.

"Brother, I don't want this hammer. It looks like a skull, and it's too scary," Little Fatty refused.

I'm just smashing rocks. What hammer can't I use?

What if I scared my friends by using a hammer like this for work?

Little Fatty was different from Tang Fei. He was quite popular in the village.

Besides, what if he turned into a "pervert" like his big brother?

The sight of Tang Fei picking up the hammer earlier still haunted him. He was afraid that one day, the same thing would happen to him.

"It's different," Tang Fei said. "Listen to me. Use this hammer from now on."

Tang Fei had already figured it out. Since this hammer had belonged to the Fierce God, it was surely an object of great evil.

The Fierce God had probably smashed not ten thousand but at least nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine heads with it.

His thoughts were too complicated, and he had far too many distracting desires, so he was easily influenced and tempted by the Skull Hammer.

For instance, if he originally had one part evil within him, the hammer's catalyst and inducement could bring out ten parts.

That one part of viciousness in his heart could then become ten parts, even a hundred.

The more people he killed, the deeper his viciousness would grow, and the heavier his killing intent would become.

By then, would he still be human, or would he be a ghost?

He feared ending up neither human nor ghost.

Little Fatty was different. The boy was simple and honest, gentle with everyone. He had no distracting thoughts and not a shred of ill intent.

He rarely looked up to watch the road. He only buried his head in smashing rocks.

He was a craftsman, a stone artisan, a skilled worker worthy of praise and admiration.

Yes, ever since childhood, no one had ever spoken ill of Little Fatty.

Because everyone knew that if you badmouthed Little Fatty, people would think there was something wrong with your character.

When someone was this simple and pure, even the Fierce God and the Skull Hammer could not affect him.

If I have not a trace of viciousness in my heart, how can you intensify it?

If I have not a shred of desire in my heart, how can you drag me into an ocean of desire?

Little Fatty and this hammer were both a match made in heaven and as mismatched as putting a horse's mouth on an ox's head.

The Skull Hammer could not influence Little Fatty's mind, so Little Fatty could wield this divine artifact freely.

But Little Fatty's temperament clearly did not meet the Skull Hammer's standards for choosing a mate. Scum, sluts, and murderous maniacs were probably more likely to win its favor.

Forget it. Let them make do with each other for now.

Even newlyweds needed an adjustment period, let alone a mortal and a divine artifact.

"Use this to smash rocks too?"

"Use this to smash rocks too," Tang Fei said.

Sorry, Fierce God. I know the Skull Hammer is a divine artifact. It should be fine for smashing rocks, right?

If it couldn't even smash rocks, what right did it have to call itself a divine artifact? What right did it have to enter the rankings of divine artifacts?

"Fine." Little Fatty nodded helplessly.

Since it was his big brother's request, he would listen. His big brother had never harmed him.

Seeing Little Fatty's aggrieved, reluctant acceptance, Tang Fei felt another pang of sorrow.

He really did like this hammer. He knew perfectly well that a divine artifact gave a Cultivator incomparable support, but...

A heart full of devotion had been fed to a dog.

Tang Fei looked at Little Fatty and said, "Help me up and let's try."

"Okay." Little Fatty threw the hammer onto the ground, then ran over and helped Tang Fei to his feet.

Tang Fei used his inner observation technique to inspect his body. He found that the Yin Yang Qi had already adjusted and nourished him almost completely. The out-of-control feeling of irritation and boiling blood had vanished, as had the pain of being burned and roasted.

Tang Fei then ran over and began feeling up the Fierce God's corpse.

Hate Mountain's corpse looter was back on the job.

Tang Fei was a professional at looting corpses.

He found a roll of beast hide at the Fierce God's waist. It was neither sheepskin nor cowhide, but the hide of some animal Tang Fei had never skinned before. It was remarkably tough and had endured for a thousand years without decaying.

It was covered in tiny writing. Tang Fei examined it under the red light and could not recognize a single character.

Of course, that did not stop Tang Fei from stuffing it into his pocket.

He also found a white jade bottle filled with small red pills.

Tang Fei poured some into his palm and sniffed them. They carried a medicinal fragrance, so they were probably still within their shelf life.

The color was frighteningly red, though. They looked almost dyed.

Tang Fei felt that Old Man might be able to use these things. After all, he had quite a few female friends.

Other than that, there was nothing else.

Tang Fei refused to accept it. Nothing could escape the hands and eyes of Hate Mountain's corpse looter.

So he searched all around the cave dwelling.

There was truly nothing left.

"Is there really a god as poor as you?" Tang Fei said with a look of disdain. "Don't call yourself the Fierce God anymore. Call yourself the Poor God instead."

"Huh?" Tang Fei discovered a new continent.

He had discovered the Poor God.

The Fierce God's clothes had decayed, but the black cloak draped over him remained perfectly intact.

Tang Fei reached out and touched it. The fabric was soft, neither silk nor satin, and he had no idea what it was made from.

So Tang Fei tore off the cloak.

He wanted to tie it around Little Fatty's neck, but Little Fatty refused no matter what. His chubby face turned pale with fright as he said, "Brother, those are a dead person's clothes. I don't dare wear them."

The moment he thought of that enormous head and the deathly aura surrounding it, he worried that he would have nightmares.

What if he took the cloak and the Fierce God came for him at night?

"Coward." Tang Fei said irritably, "It's such a good thing. Forget it if you don't want it."

He draped the cloak over himself. There was no mirror, but he had already imagined how cool, dashing, and handsome he looked at that moment.

Mm, this Fierce God cloak really wasn't bad.

Tang Fei said to Little Fatty, "Little Fatty, hit me with the hammer."

"Brother!" Little Fatty stared at Tang Fei in horror, his eyes wide. "Y-you... What's wrong with you?"

He had noticed that whenever his big brother came into contact with something belonging to the Fierce God, he became somewhat abnormal.

"Forget it, forget it. I was just saying it casually." Tang Fei waved a hand. "I wanted to see whether this cloak has any miraculous effects. Better take it off before testing. What if it doesn't? Wouldn't you smash me to death?"

"Yeah." Little Fatty nodded repeatedly. "I would smash you to death."

Just thinking that he might personally smash his big brother to death made Little Fatty feel awful.

Tang Fei was looking fine and fine, while the Fierce God was becoming bare and bare.

A generation's Fierce God had fallen so low. His precious weapon had been taken away, and even the only piece of clothing on his body had been stripped off.

Those who heard it felt sorrowful; those who saw it wept.

Feeling that there was truly nothing else to loot, Tang Fei said to Little Fatty, "Let's go. We're heading back."

After thinking about it, he turned back and bowed three times to the Fierce God. With a devout expression, he said, "Thank you, Lord Fierce God, for giving me clothes and medicine. I can never repay such great kindness. I, Lu Yu, will serve you as an ox and horse in my next life."

"Brother, why are you using our godfather's name?" Little Fatty asked in confusion.

Smack!

Tang Fei slapped Little Fatty on the head and said angrily, "Keep your voice down. Don't let the Fierce God hear you."

"..."

Tang Fei and Little Fatty returned laden with spoils. They even politely helped the Fierce God close the door.

The red light scattered throughout the cave dwelling began gathering high in the air, eventually forming a pair of blood-red eyes.

A massive head flickered in and out of view. Those eyes, rippling like blood, stared at its own naked body atop the stone platform in the cave dwelling.

"Roar..."

The roar was filled with grief and indignation, and the earth shook.