From Cellar to Throne: Zen's Quest for Immortality
Chapter 20 Evil Weapon Refiner (Part Two)

Between rolling over and over as the furnace tumbled and smelling the fusty stench of Evil Lan'sbody, Zen wanted to retch.

After rolling on for a while, they suddenly stopped. The gleam of excitement flashed in Evil Lan'seyes as he came up and leaned in close to Zen to inhale his scent. Evil Lan questioned, "I have nevercome across a person with a body as special as yours. You are surreal! Your fragrance is so similar tomy mysterious weapon!"

"You're kidding, right? Look at me; I have limbs! Touch me, and you'll see, I am flesh, just like you!How can I be anything but a real human?" demanded Zen seriously. "I won't be helpful to you inrefining weapons, and I advise you let me go,” Zen calmly informed Evil Lan. Not expecting Evil Lan'snose to be so sensitive that he would be able to smell Zen's subtle scent unnerved him, but, heremained calm and collected outwardly.

"Ha-ha-ha! Are you kidding? Let you go?" cackled Evil Lan wildly. "Hell no! I am so excited to replacesomeone who has a body as unique as you have! I wonder what powerful item will result fromtossing you into my weapon-refining furnace? I'm really looking forward to this!" Evil Lan said whilereaching out with chains to secure Zen's hands to the inside hull of the bronze furnace before hejumped out.

Inside the metal beast, Zen lurched side to side and then began being bounced around slightly asEvil Lan lifted it off the ground, and took off running with his furnace on his back. They were movingeven faster than they had been with Evil Lan inside.

'No wonder Evil Lan has successfully escaped every attack clans in the C County launched. Thissecret place is obscure! It's perfect!’ Zen considered.

Deeper in the cave, the ceiling was dozens of feet higher. The walls were shimmering with dark redglowing light. Flames radiated faintly from the ground, making it the perfect place for refiningweapons.

In the center was a dark weapon-refining furnace on four legs. Eight spikes protruded from the wall,and there was a person skewered on each.

The blood was being slowly drained as the victims hung off the spikes. The horrific sight of theemaciated, almost skeletal people turned Zen's stomach. Although they appeared to be dead, theabdomens heaved as they breathed. They were living people!

Not far from the furnace, were about a dozen cast iron cages, three feet wide, holding one personeach. Most of them had a dull look in their eyes and were curled up, shivering uncontrollably.

It was apparent that Evil Lan was more despicable than people said. Zen was stunned at Evil Lan’smethodology.

"Thud!"

The bronze furnace hit the ground. Evil Lan climbed into it, sniffing like an animal at Zen's flesh.Smirking like the Cheshire cat, he gloated, "I figured if I used flesh and blood to refine weapons andsealed in the grudges of people, then the mysterious weapon's power would increase with thosestrong hatreds in it!" Evil Lan added, "With your flesh and blood smelling so similar to themysterious weapon, putting your body into the furnace with my Hell Fire Sword to refine, will likelytransform the sword into a spiritual weapon!"000