Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1258: Fight for the Throne in Zixiao Palace

Sitting on the fifth cushion is Hongyun, and sitting on the sixth cushion is Kunpeng.

Hongyun not only talked with Zhen Yuanzi behind him, but also wanted to pull Nuwa and Fuxi beside him into this chat group.

Nuwa was so aloof that she was totally unlike Nuwa. She completely ignored Hongyun's advances. Fuxi didn't let the situation get cold and dealt with him in a casual manner.

Hongyun didn't mind at all, instead he wanted to turn the topic to the Three Pure Ones on Nuwa's left.

Taiqing and Yuanshi Tianzun were both extremely silent, looking straight ahead, as if they didn't hear Hongyun's greeting. It wasn't that Tongtian Jiaozhu looked down on Hongyun's cultivation, but he didn't like this kind of character. He just sat on the cushion, stroking his beard and thinking.

Hongyun didn't seem to be here to listen to the sermon, but rather to make friends.

This guy is really good at chatting. Less than a cup of tea after Jie Yin and Deng Chanyu entered the room, they saw him chatting with dozens of listeners without disturbing each other. As the "group leader", Hong Yun would throw out some ideas from time to time and would also receive praise from the immortals.

Kunpeng was the complete opposite of him. This future demon saint had the most arrogant attitude. He looked around and seemed to think it was a great honor to grab a cushion in the front row.

Jie Yin glanced at Deng Chanyu, as if to ask what we should do? All the good seats in the front row are taken!
What else can I do? I can only go on stage!
Deng Chanyu's face was filled with compassion as she clasped her hands together and bowed to Hong Yun, "Great Immortal, I am honored to meet you."

Hong Yun was chatting with seven or eight immortals including Zhen Yuanzi. Suddenly, he saw her saluting him. Hong Yun, who was always a good guy, wanted to stand up and return the greeting, but was held down by Zhen Yuanzi. After a moment of thought, he reacted and could only sit on the cushion and nod awkwardly.

"Okay, Your Excellency, I return the favor."

Seeing that her trick of getting away with it wasn't working, Deng Chanyu immediately used her second trick.

She began to act pitiful, her voice choking with sobs. "My fellow disciples have cultivated in the bitter cold of the West for thousands of years. How miserable the Western world is! You all live in the rich world of the East, and have no idea how poor our West is."

Seeing how miserable she was speaking, Hongyun and Zhen Yuanzi also showed sympathetic looks.

Deng Chanyu continued, "My fellow disciples study diligently every day, praying for the sentient beings in the West from sunrise to sunset, building bridges and roads, and providing relief from disasters. They believe they have never done anything wrong. It's only because the journey to the West is so long that they're a little late. Why don't they have a seat in such a huge temple?"

She bowed with a particularly reverent attitude, tears streaming down her face as she spoke: "My fellow disciples, this isn't for our own sake, but we're worried that we're too far away to hear the Daoist Master's teachings. How will we then be able to teach the sentient beings of the West? Please, Great Immortal, give the billions of beings in the West a chance to survive!"

The sound of the Tao combined with a touch of Buddhist music infected the emotions, and for a moment the extremely sad atmosphere made Hong Yun extremely uneasy. When he saw "Zunti" in tears and Jie Yin with a bitter face, he could not sit still even with Zhen Yuanzi holding him tightly.

He quickly stood up and said, "Your Excellency, both of you are seekers of the Dao with great wisdom and perseverance. Your Daoist aspirations are so strong that I cannot match them. For the sake of sentient beings in the Western Paradise, please do not be sad. I will go to the back and let you two take this seat."

Seeing Hongyun stand up, Deng Chanyu's tears disappeared immediately without saying a word. She nimbly pushed Jieyin onto the cushion.

Jie Yin hesitated, as if wanting her to sit here. Deng Chanyu shook her head repeatedly. "Don't be ridiculous! Nuwa is right next to you! Do you want me to sit next to her?"

I call you Master, and you call me Junior Sister? That would be too awkward!

She didn't feel much moral pressure to deceive Hongjun, but asking her to deceive Nuwa? She really couldn't do it.

Moreover, the current Nuwa is not the insignificant person lying in the Wa Palace. The three corpses have not been killed yet. At this moment, Nuwa is full of heroic spirit, with a cold gaze. That sharpness is frightening. She is simply a Yunxiao who has been strengthened by several major versions. Deng Chanyu would rather watch the gate than sit next to such a Nuwa. You should sit next to Nuwa.

"Brother, you can just sit there! Opportunities are rare and won't come again. Hurry!" She pushed Jie Yin hard onto the cushion, and then changed her expression to face Kunpeng.

"Everyone present here possesses great virtues. You, a wretch full of hostility, low fortune, and weak bones, how dare you sit here? Haven't you heard that those who follow Heaven will prosper, while those who go against Heaven will perish? You are a furry, horned creature, born from an egg, how dare you leave immediately!"

Yuanshi Tianzun agreed with this statement very much and nodded slightly, but it was impossible for him to ask for a seat for "Zhunti".

Tongtian Patriarch was somewhat dissatisfied. What was wrong with having fur and horns? Aren't those with fur and horns also prehistoric creatures? But like Yuanshi Tianzun, he wouldn't rashly condemn them at this moment.

The voice of "Zhunti" scolding Kunpeng was so loud that it almost attracted the attention of all the listeners.

Kunpeng was so angry that his mouth twisted. "You acted pitiful in Hongyun's place, but now you start cursing me? Do you look down on bad people?"

He didn't dare to leave his seat and could only turn his head awkwardly, ready to engage in a debate.

He had already made up his mind. Anyway, there was not much time left before the lecture started. If he delayed for a while, when Hongjun arrived, the seat would be his. Giving up the seat? You must be kidding!

He twisted his waist and turned his head, the words of rebuttal were on the tip of his tongue, but before he could open his mouth, he saw "Zhunti" shouting, leaping up, and kicking him in the face with great force.

Kunpeng had never expected Westerners to be so rude. Did they have no manners at all? He was caught off guard and rolled over three feet like a gourd, his hooked nose broken. When he covered his nose, wanting to seek revenge, he found Zhunti already sitting on the cushion in a stately manner.

"The ancestor is going to kill you!" He was furious and didn't care where he was. His five fingers turned into claws, and black air emanated from inside to outside. His body rushed out like a sharp arrow, trying to grab the throat of "Zunti".

As soon as he made a move, he felt something was wrong. His magic power was functioning normally in his body, but once it was released, it disappeared completely like a stone sinking into the sea. Now he only had the strength of his body left.

Both Kun and Peng are ancient species with immense power, but Kunpeng's original form is not good enough. Without the blessing of magic power, how much strength can a skinny old man have?
The 3,000 guests from Zixiao Palace present at the scene, regardless of their level of cultivation, were visiting Zixiao Palace for the first time. However, Deng Chanyu was different. She had been here several times and knew the characteristics of this place. This was also the basis for her confidence in seizing the throne.

(End of this chapter)