Five Elements Lacking Virtue!

"Brother," Little Fatty said anxiously, rushing to help Tang Fei up.

"I'm fine," Tang Fei said, reaching out to stop him. "Let me rest for a bit."

I am Tang Fei. Where I fall, there I lie.

What a cheesy pun!

"What kind of junk hammer is this? We don't need it," Little Fatty said, picking up the Skull Hammer and preparing to throw it away.

"Wait," Tang Fei called out.

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

Tang Fei didn't speak. He just looked at Little Fatty with a strange expression, examining him up and down, left and right, as if trying to see right through him.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Little Fatty asked nervously, his voice filled with concern. "Are my eyes red? Have I turned into a terrifying monster?"

He had been thoroughly startled by Tang Fei's reactions when he was holding the Skull Hammer earlier, thinking that he had been possessed by the Fierce God.

Now that he was holding the hammer himself, was he becoming like his brother?

"Try swinging it," Tang Fei said.

Little Fatty swung the hammer, and with a loud "BOOM," a protruding rock on a turtle's back nearby was smashed to pieces, scattering like dust.

"Swing it again," Tang Fei said.

For some reason, Little Fatty swung the hammer once more.

Bang!

A stalactite hanging upside down from the ceiling above was knocked loose and sent flying.

Tang Fei's eyes lit up. He looked at Little Fatty and asked, "Do you feel your blood surging, a desire to kill?"

"No," Little Fatty shook his head.

"Do you feel hot all over, like you're being roasted on a fire?"

"No," Little Fatty still shook his head.

"Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

Little Fatty patted his stomach. "I just feel a little hungry. Maybe it's because we exercised so much today, Brother. We haven't had dinner yet."

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Tang Fei looked at Little Fatty, then at the Skull Hammer in Little Fatty's hand, gradually confirming his suspicions.

When he was locked onto by that wisp of divine sense from the Fierce God at the entrance, his desperate struggle and resistance had only resulted in a backlash of divine power. Little Fatty, in his simple-minded way, had simply let it be, like the bright moon shining on the mountain, and emerged unharmed.

He had found it strange at the time. After all, he was a cultivator, at the Qi Control Realm. How could his resistance be worse than that of an ordinary little fatty?

When the Fierce God had wielded the Skull Hammer, trying to smash them to death, he had also been more severely injured. After Little Fatty was sent flying by the hammer, he had simply rolled on the ground and gotten up nimbly.

This hammer was a bit sinister.

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

Heavenly treasures and earthly wonders go to the virtuous.

The same hammer that made him feel worse than death when he held it caused no issues for Little Fatty, allowing him to unleash immense destructive power.

Tang Fei felt deeply wounded.

The preferential treatment from this divine artifact was like a naked declaration that Tang Fei was lacking in virtue.

Of course, Tang Fei wouldn't voice his suspicions.

He still needed to maintain his dignity as the older brother.

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

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

If I use a hammer like this for work, what if I scare my friends?

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

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

The scene of Tang Fei holding the hammer earlier had left him with lingering fear. He was afraid that the same might happen to him one day.

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

Tang Fei had figured it out. Since this hammer was used by the Fierce God, it was undoubtedly an object of great ferocity and evil.

The number of heads the Fierce God had smashed with it was likely not less than nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine.

His own thoughts were too complex, filled with distractions, making him susceptible to the Skull Hammer's influence and temptation.

For example, if he originally possessed only a fraction of malice, it could manifest as ten times that amount under its catalysis and inducement.

That single shred of malevolent energy in his heart could potentially become ten, or even a hundred times as much.

The more people he killed, the deeper his malevolent aura would become, and the stronger his murderous intent would grow.

Will I be a person or a ghost by then?

I'm just afraid of ending up neither human nor ghost.

Little Fatty is different; this child is simple and kind to everyone. He has no ulterior motives, no ill intentions.

He rarely looks up while walking, always focusing on chipping away at stones.

He is a craftsman, a stone artist, a craftsman who deserves to be praised and celebrated.

Yes, from childhood until now, no one has ever spoken ill of Little Fatty.

Because everyone knows that if you speak ill of Little Fatty, everyone will think poorly of your character.

Someone so simple and pure that even the Fierce God and the Skull Hammer couldn't influence him.

If I have no malice in my heart, how can you incite my malice?

If I have no desire in my heart, how can you make me sink into a sea of lust?

This hammer and Little Fatty are a match made in heaven, yet also like a horse's bridle attached to a bull's head.

The Skull Hammer cannot influence Little Fatty's mind, so Little Fatty can use this divine artifact freely.

However, Little Fatty's disposition clearly doesn't meet the Skull Hammer's standard for a partner; perhaps scumbags, trash, and murderers are more likely to win its favor.

Forget it, let them make do with each other for now.

After all, even newlyweds have a period of adjustment, let alone mortals and divine artifacts.

"Are we using this for the stones too?"

"We're using this for the stones too," Tang Fei said.

I'm sorry, Fierce God, I know this Skull Hammer is a divine artifact. It should be fine for hitting stones, right?

If it can't even hit stones, does it have the right to call itself a divine artifact? Does it have the qualification to enter the divine artifact rankings?

"Alright then." Little Fatty nodded reluctantly.

Since it was Big Brother's request, he would listen to Big Brother. Because Big Brother would never harm him.

Seeing Little Fatty's wronged expression as he reluctantly accepted, Tang Fei felt another pang of sadness.

He actually quite liked this hammer. He knew very well that a divine artifact offered unparalleled support to a cultivator, but...

His deep affection was wasted.

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

"Okay." Little Fatty dropped the hammer and ran over to help Tang Fei up from the ground.

Tang Fei used his internal observation technique to check his body's condition. He found that the Yin Yang Qi had already helped him adjust and nourish his body quite a bit. The agitated, blood-boiling feeling of losing control had disappeared, and the burning pain was completely gone.

So, Tang Fei ran over and began to caress the corpse of the Fierce God.

The Corpse Robber of Hate Mountain was back online.

When it came to looting corpses, Tang Fei was a professional.

He found a beast-skin scroll at the Fierce God's waist. It wasn't sheepskin or cowhide, but a type of animal hide Tang Fei had never seen before. Its texture was incredibly tough, capable of lasting for a thousand years without decaying.

It was densely covered with small characters. Tang Fei squinted in the red light, but he couldn't recognize a single one.

Of course, this didn't stop Tang Fei from stuffing it into his pocket.

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

Tang Fei poured some into his palm and sniffed. It had a medicinal aroma and probably hadn't expired.

It was just that the color was frighteningly red, looking as if it had been dyed.

Tang Fei thought this stuff might be useful to the Old Man, considering he had many female friends.

Besides these, there was nothing else.

Tang Fei was unconvinced. Nothing could escape the eyes of him, the Corpse Robber of Hate Mountain.

So, he searched the entire cave dwelling.

To his surprise, there was truly nothing left.

"Are there any gods as poor as you?" Tang Fei said with disdain. "You shouldn't be called the Fierce God anymore; you should be called the Poor God."

"Huh?" Tang Fei discovered something new.

He found that the Fierce God's clothes were rotten, but the black cloak he wore was completely intact.

Tang Fei reached out and touched it. The fabric was soft, neither silk nor fine linen, and he didn't know what kind of material it was.

So, Tang Fei pulled off the cloak.

He wanted to tie the cloak around Little Fatty's neck, but Little Fatty refused vehemently, his chubby face turning pale with fright. "Big Brother, these are dead people's clothes... I dare not wear them."

The thought of the giant head he had just seen, and the aura of death emanating from its entire body, made him worry about having nightmares.

If he took this cloak, what if the Fierce God came looking for him at night?

"Useless," Tang Fei said irritably. "If you don't want such a good thing, then fine."

He draped the cloak over himself. He didn't have a mirror, but he had already imagined in his mind how cool, handsome, and dashing he looked at this moment.

Hmm, this Fierce God's cloak is actually pretty good.

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

"Big Brother," Little Fatty exclaimed in shock, his eyes wide as he looked at Tang Fei. "What's wrong with you?"

He noticed that his Big Brother seemed to be acting a bit strange ever since he started messing with the Fierce God's things.

"Never mind, never mind. I was just saying that casually," Tang Fei waved his hand. "I want to test if this cloak has any magical effects. Or maybe I should take it off before testing. What if it doesn't work? Wouldn't you have just smashed me to death?"

"Yeah," Little Fatty nodded repeatedly. "You would have been smashed to death by me."

Thinking about the possibility of him personally smashing his Big Brother to death, Little Fatty felt incredibly distressed.

Tang Fei looked magnificent, but the Fierce God was left completely bare.

An ancient Fierce God, reduced to such a state. Its treasured weapon had been stolen, and even the only piece of clothing it had was stripped away.

Anyone who heard this would feel sorrowful, and anyone who saw it would weep.

Tang Fei felt there was nothing more to gain, so he said to Little Fatty, "Let's go, we're heading back."

After thinking for a moment, he turned back and bowed three times to the Fierce God, saying with a look of piety, "Thank you, Lord Fierce God, for the clothes and medicine. I can never repay such great kindness. I, Lu Yu, will be your ox or horse in my next life."

"Brother, why are you calling Father's name?" Little Fatty asked, confused.

"Slap!"

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

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Tang Fei and Little Fatty returned fully loaded. They even politely helped the Fierce God close the large door.

The red light scattered throughout the cave dwelling began to gather towards the sky, subsequently transforming into a pair of blood-red eyes.

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

"Roar!"

The sound was filled with grief and indignation, shaking the earth.