Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1209: The Birth of Ziweixing (Additional Update for Alliance Leader Ye Yuyanyue)
Although it seemed that the speed of integrating the merits of creation and condensing the seeds of time was very fast, Deng Chanyu actually spent half a year.

To reach her current level, with a little practice and the so-called "spiritual wandering in the void", several years would have passed. Now it has only been half a year, which is already considered as fast.

There was no rush to send warmth to Yuan Feng, nor was there a rush to send the demon's head to Meng Po. At least Meng Po didn't say how urgent the matter was. Thinking that she hadn't seen her precious daughter for a long time, Deng Chanyu left the sealed place and returned to Mount Emei.

As soon as Deng Chanyu entered the gate, she saw Nezha demonstrating the soup-making skills he had learned after "further studies" in the underworld. Mu Zha was also there. At this moment, the scene was a warm picture of brothers and sisters.

"Come, second brother, try my gift!" Nezha held a bowl of soup in both hands with a serious expression.

Mu Zha was a little hesitant. Wow, a big bowl of green soup, is this really drinkable? His name contains the word "wood", and he also practices wood-attributed skills, but if he really encountered a strange poison, he would not be able to withstand it.

Daji, Xiaowu and the others were watching with smiles on their faces from a distance.

Mu Zha was in a dilemma. If he refused, it would hurt the relationship between brothers, but if he drank it, he was afraid of death.

Just as he was hesitating, he saw Deng Chanyu walking in from the corner of his eye, and he was overjoyed.

"Uncle Master, huh? Where is the person?" He looked again and found that the person was no longer in sight, as if he had never appeared.

He subconsciously calculated with his fingers and found that the result was that Deng Chanyu had never returned. How could this be possible? Could what he saw with his own eyes be fake?

At this time, Deng Chanyu was next to Daji. She confused her own time and relied on the power of space to jump to the time a cup of tea ago. At that time, she was still in the sealed place and had indeed not returned.

Daji looked at her for a few seconds and intuitively felt that something was wrong, but she didn't know what the problem was.

Deng Chanyu pursed her lips and asked, "Has Nezha returned from his studies?"

Mentioning this, Daji wanted to laugh: "I've been back for two months."

She hesitated for a moment. After all, Nezha was not her disciple, so it would be inappropriate to speak too harshly. However, in order to let Deng Chanyu know the true level of her disciple, she still summarized her words: "Well, there is still a lot of room for improvement."

Deng Chanyu understood that this meant that Nezha's soup-making skills were still at the bottom.

Making medicinal soup is an extremely ancient skill. Before the theories of Yin and Yang and the Five Elements became widely known, and before alchemy became popular, the gods had very limited understanding of everything in the ancient world. If they wanted to fully absorb the spirituality from the spiritual materials, they could only make medicinal soup.

It is indeed a bit conservative, but it can guarantee basic medicinal efficacy and can be regarded as a characteristic of an era.

For Deng Chanyu, making medicinal soup is a relatively rare skill. She is a typical pragmatist and is not obsessed with the question of which technique is more advanced, alchemy or making soup. In her opinion, practicality is the best.

In the end, Mu Zha did not accept his brother's kindness. He found an excuse and fled in a hurry. He did not even return to the temple of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, but went directly to Putuo Mountain in the South China Sea.

Nezha seemed to realize that there was something wrong with his soup-making skills, so he came to ask Daji for advice.

Daji had this skill, but Mengpo had not agreed before, so it was not convenient for her to teach her.

Hearing that they were going to teach on the spot and that it did not involve any secret teachings of the saints, Deng Chanyu also came over to watch.

Daji said sternly, "My mother-in-law's craft can be summed up in one word: endure. It's not like the Xuanmen sect, which requires so much attention. It just requires letting nature take its course."

Her opening remarks were simple.

Knowing that his wife was looking at him from the corner of her eye, Deng Chanyu nodded quickly. Under Daji's control, it didn't take long for a large amount of spiritual materials to mix together. It looked extremely sticky, and it was completely unknown what it was.

Xiao Wu asked quietly, "Dad, can I drink this?"

Deng Chanyu wasn't sure whether this was a success or a failure. She estimated that Yuan Feng would definitely be able to drink it, but she didn't know about others.

"Yes!" she said firmly.

Xiao Wu immediately interrupted, somewhat unconvinced, and asked, "Dad, did you really understand? Mom and Senior Brother Li previously told me that when making medicinal soups, we must pay attention to the heat and the selection of various ingredients. I don't believe you can understand it all after just one look!"

Deng Chanyu said confidently, "I do understand. You must truly appreciate the beauty of the simmering cauldron, the white smoke rising from it, the delicate fragrance wafting out. This liquid flowing into your veins is so captivating. You must experience it with your heart, because your medicinal soup can enhance your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death."

Daji commented pointedly: "It's all nonsense, not a single word of truth."

Deng Chanyu was a little embarrassed.

Xiaowu covered his mouth and laughed secretly, he was so happy.

As an "important" member in the creation of the world, Deng Chanyu's importance in the prehistoric world has increased significantly.

Her own destiny is extremely precious, but she is a disciple of a saint and carries the primordial purple energy. She has no use for this kind of fortune. All the blessings were immediately given to her clone along the direction of the connection between her mind and spirit.

Moonlight Tathagata became a nun and stayed away from worldly affairs. No matter how rich or powerful someone was, it had nothing to do with her.

Good fortune finally fell on Phoenix.

Phoenix has the destiny to bear this blessing, and even this little blessing cannot fill her own destiny.

Pulled around and moved the whole body.

The phoenix that was practicing on the Xiantian Wutong tree suddenly opened its eyes, and the secret of heaven was revealed. The North Pole Purple Star, which was supposed to appear for hundreds of years, was born ahead of time.

This means that the throne of Zhongtian Ziwei Beiji Taihuang Emperor is about to fall. She has no competitors now, so it is natural for her to take the throne.

"Old friend, I have to go out for a while. Alas, if I were not in the prehistoric world, I don't know how many people would be emperors and how many would be kings! I am busy with official duties, and I don't know when I will be back." Phoenix sighed to the Xiantian Wutong Tree. If she wanted to achieve Nirvana again, she had to wait for Deng Chanyu to attain the Dao of Hunyuan.

The paulownia tree waved its branches, which meant, "Stop ruining me and go away!"

Phoenix promised the Nine Golden Crows, whose spirituality had greatly increased, official positions: "After this is accomplished, you will all be promoted to higher positions!"

Even after years of hard work, she still has few subordinates.

In the original time and space, Bo Yikao relied on Haotian and was just an employee. Haotian assigned him all the subordinates, so he naturally didn't have to worry about anything.

If Phoenix wants to equip the officials of Emperor Ziwei, she needs to rely on her own connections. When the time comes, she will take away all those who are willing to go with her to take up the post. Of course, she will take along old people from the residence, such as Jiujinwu. It doesn't matter if they can't do the work. She can occupy the position first, and then entrust the work to a third-party temporary worker.
The phoenix left Taisu Heaven and returned to heaven.

The succession to the throne is a matter of honor and there is nothing shameful about it. She wants to go back to gather the troops and then attack Ziwei Star!

(End of this chapter)