I Picked Up a Goddess to Cultivate, and She Was Terrified

Lou Heng, the boss of Shuomen Street, only wants to carve wood in peace. But a great flood sweeps a troublesome woman right to his doorstep.

She is the goddess Zhaohua, who rules over Guixu and commands the heavens. But now she's badly wounded, holed up in the Workshop of a Hundred Crafts, and can't even kill a chicken. She has to rely on an ordinary mortal like him to bring her tea and water.

"So what if you're a goddess?" Lou Heng wipes the blood from the corner of his mouth and holds his carving knife between his teeth. "In my place, even immortals follow mortal rules!"

That night, merfolk demons attack and mountain spirits tear through the streets.

Lou Heng summons no divine beasts and chants no spells.

With his left hand, he swings a several-hundred-pound boxwood beam, smashing a monster into a wall. With his right, he flings out delicate Yueqing paper-cuttings. They burst with golden light, slicing an evil spirit in half on the spot.

The Heavenly Dao wants to destroy the city?

Then with these hands, which have carved wood all their lives, I'll carve that damned Heavenly Dao to pieces!

The goddess wants to sever her feelings?

Then with this bowl of cheap glutinous rice, I'll warm that cold divine heart of yours!

A mortal body defies the Heavenly Dao. A craftsman's heart protects Wenzhou.

In this life, I won't be a god. I'll only be your mortal.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.