I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality-Chapter 922 - 444: Fire and Steel

The Zhuoshui Dojo was undeniably lively, with the Weapons Master seated prominently, commanding all the weapons and magical treasures of the mortal world.

Left and right were escorted by Feilian and Pingyi, with Huandou, Sanmiao, Kong Ren, and the Kitchen God below forming the new Four Sins Gods, sitting and discussing the Dao.

In ancient times, the sinful god Huandou was exiled to the mountains for recommending Kong Ren; Sanmiao, for rebellion in Jianghuai, was exiled to Sanwei Mountain; and Kong Ren, in charge of damaging the heavenly pillar, was banished to the frigid North Nether by King Yu. Kun, who stole the mysterious earth to control floods, was executed at Yushan.

According to the Nine Netherworlds Dharma Master’s plan, in this age of great tribulation, the four gods would gather, with the Kitchen God’s position to be filled by Kun, one of the four sins, as the final piece, but was ultimately stopped by the Weapons Master.

This was because, among the Four Sins Gods, Kun was the only one who betrayed the "Sin God Group’s" original purpose, stealing the divine artifact of mysterious earth, seeking to end the war and save the people from destruction.

If the Dharma Master were to summon Kun’s corpse, who knows when this traitor might stab him in the back.

The Weapons Master thought it over and set his sights on the Underworld’s Dharma Corpse Kitchen God.

This Dharma Corpse was an incarnation cut from the three corpses of the worldly Kitchen God, lacking the incense of the five official gods and formed instead by countless curses and evil thoughts.

The aspirations of the people include not only goodwill but also evil intent.

The Kitchen God Dharma Corpse fed on evil thoughts, and in the Five Filthy Evil Worlds, he thrived as if a fish in water, exceptionally at ease!

There were countless such Dharma Corpses in the Underworld; the Dharma Master didn’t understand why the Weapons Master favored the Kitchen God so much, but since this earthly god with worldly power had spoken, he welcomed it.

Within Zhuoshui Dojo, the Four Sins Gods gathered to discuss the scriptures and Dao. But they didn’t speak of good scriptures or righteous paths, but on the heavenly killing machine, and after the military chaos in the mundane world, how to carve up this piece of fat land.

At the peak of the discussion, black lotus emerged from the dojo, and purple and red radiances converged into shadows of swords, spears, and halberds, arrayed in the void, radiating murderous intent with sharp edges!

But unlike in the past, in the ubiquitous warfare and killing intent, a rain of fire filled the sky.

The black fire rain resembled flaming arrows, not as malicious as blades but with fire that could ignite people’s desires, more corrosive to the heart than weapons.

The Weapons Master looked at the virtual image of the fire rain, feeling increasingly calm.

He was born fearless of any enemy, except for that celestial maiden who dared to curse him, remaining an indelible shadow in his heart to this day.

This was why he needed to request for the Kitchen God’s Dharma Corpse.

Kong Ren was the God of Water, Feilian and Pingyi were the Marquis of Wind and Rain Master, all restrained by the Drought Fiend; he himself was also the Master of Ten Thousand Soldiers.

Weapons, belonging to the west, are of metal.

He waged war from the west, igniting worldly strife, using the sharp edge of metal, and magical treasures to initiate a chaotic era, relying on this sharp metal aura.

But metal is restrained by fire, and the heavenly maiden, who had become a Drought Fiend, was the extreme of fire.

This cursed Anomalous Fire was even beyond the extinguishment of the god of water, and the Weapons Master feared the female fiend more than the Celestial Emperor or even the Dharma Master.

After all, she was the madwoman who had almost exterminated him; how could he not dread her?

As the art of war says, know yourself and know your enemy, and you will be victorious in a hundred battles.

The Weapons Master, despite fearing the Kui Ba Fire, had not lost his fighting spirit.

Since the heavenly maiden excelled in wielding fire, he sought the Kitchen God known for his fire mastery.

When the blazing fire merged with weapons, becoming a tool of slaughter, he would no longer have a weakness to fire.

Over the millennia, his fire laws had been perfected, and mortal weapons continuously evolved.

From flaming arrows, siege caltrops, and thunderbolt chariots to today’s iron cannons, cruisers, and more lethal short and long firearms.

In the apocalyptic age, it seemed even the world’s laws and the interactions of the Five Elements stood on his side.

To this day, the Weapons Master believed he was no longer troubled by the Heart Demon, concerning the mere Drought Fiend...

"Nine Li scoundrels! You defeated generals, how dare you disturb the mortal realm!"

A familiar cold female voice.

The ancient Weapons Master with the copper head and iron brow, shaped like a fierce beast, looked up with shock when he saw the red-clad female fiend intruding into the dojo; his hand trembled involuntarily.

He was startled to see the fiend wearing a bridal garment.

Unlike the ancestor of home-loving women, the female fiend, the Weapons Master in recent years had caught up with the times, descending many times into the mortal world, fully understanding worldly culture from the twelve central provinces to the Western Regions and even the pharaonic civilization of the Misher Kingdom.

Although the Weapons Master resided in the underworld river, his countless divine thoughts formed a vast net spanning the mortal world, constantly surfing in intensity.

Others might not know what a phoenix crown and wedding robe are, but he certainly did.

What did it mean for the female fiend to wear such attire? 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

The Weapons Master had no time to think because the madwoman before him was, as before, unleashing a thousand-mile heatwave upon meeting!

The thousand-mile of scorched earth, the hallmark Divine Technique of the Drought Fiend.

This Divine Technique didn’t require deliberate casting; it was almost the inherent talent of the Drought Fiend, just as a dragon king’s sneeze could bring sudden rain.

When the Drought Fiend got angry, it was truly a fire burning a thousand miles!

The Weapons Master was both shocked and angry.

His thousand-year dojo was once again turned into a sea of fire.

Why again?

Back when he was the tribe leader, this female fiend had burned his tribe and his central tent in a similar manner.

"Heavenly Maiden!"

The Weapons Master flickered in the void of a thousand yards; below him, the arsenal throne with its array of swords, spears, and halberds was already reddened by the pervasive Anomalous Fire.

"I have yet to settle our old grievances, yet you bring yourself here. Today, I shall grind your bones to dust and offer them to the Red Water, only then can I quell my hatred of obliteration!"