Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 190 Who is prettier, me or Chang'e?

Deng Chanyu's piano playing is high-pitched and clear, like the cry of a phoenix.

When I first heard it, it was like a stream flowing slowly through my heart. But when I listened to it again, I could hear a hint of enduring the hardships and setbacks of fate, but I was happy to accept them and persisted in not complaining even though I had to travel thousands of miles.

When she played to the climax, Daji's heart was also stirred, but her eyes subconsciously looked towards the gate of Yama's Palace. The music was indeed beautiful, but why did she feel like a monkey would jump in soon?
Seeing Deng Chanyu performing with all her heart.

Daji also became interested. She was a very literary girl, the type who would never go out to work unless forced by life.

She immediately changed into a light blue palace dress decorated with cloud patterns and roses. She had a slender waist, graceful steps, and put on a gauze dress and ribbons, and danced gracefully to the music.

After playing Yun Gong Xun Yin, Deng Chanyu changed to another song called Swords and Swords Like Dreams, and threw her Nanming Lihuo Sword to Daji.

Daji danced with a sword to the tune, and the two of them, one playing the guitar and the other dancing, were so happy.

Unexpectedly, Daji's next sentence made Deng Chanyu break down.

"Bring this king some wine!"

I haven't even found a chance to claim my own power, and can only bully the barbarians on a daily basis. And you've already become the king?
Deng Chanyu wanted to cry but had no tears.
Daji was sweating profusely, so she asked the underworld messenger to bring up a banquet. While eating and drinking, the two of them talked about what had happened in the past six months.

Deng Chanyu has been striving to reach the celestial fairy realm during this period. She has very few things of her own and mainly listens to what Daji says.

The Netherworld has been very lively recently. The heat of the Twelve-Rank Karma Fire Lotus has gradually decreased. After everyone regained their senses, they felt that there was a trap. In addition, the cultivation level of the Golden Immortal Poxun was not weak, so the matter has been mostly settled.

But then there were rumors that the ancestor of the Styx was seriously injured by a saint. The rumors were so detailed that it seemed that the ancestor of the Styx had been beheaded. A lot of messy monks now wanted to beat the old man and take advantage of him.

The cowardly draw their swords against the weaker, the brave draw their swords against the stronger. The ghost soldiers and generals in the underworld don't care about this, they just chop down whoever they see.

After hearing about Daji's experiences over the past six months, Deng Chanyu did not hide it and mentioned that she would be attending the Peach Festival next month.

"It's a pity that we are all immortals now, so this Peach Festival is a little late."

She sighed.

It's said that eating peaches that ripen once every three thousand years strengthens the body, those that ripen once every six thousand years allow for a sudden ascension, and those that ripen once every nine thousand years grant a lifespan equal to the heavens and earth. This claim is sheer nonsense. How many peaches ripened once every nine thousand years have been accumulated over the years of prehistoric times? Could Hongjun have allowed the existence of so many immortals with "lifespans equal to the heavens and earth"? Clearly, it's impossible.

The Lord of Heaven and the Queen Mother of the West are also quite cunning. They often hold the Peach Conference, which seems to be very generous and magnanimous.

In fact, those who need the peaches the most are mortals. Without becoming immortals, they naturally cannot go to heaven.

Those who do not need the peaches are all immortals. They can go to heaven, but the effect of eating the peaches is very limited.

For Deng Chanyu now, the only effect of the peaches is to increase her magic power. Fortunately, it is free to eat, so it would be a waste not to eat it.

She recounted the scene of the Peach Festival to her classmate Daji according to her own imagination.

Daji has a mild social anxiety disorder, probably because she has been very beautiful since she was a child. She doesn't like going to crowded places because she doesn't want to attract attention and bring trouble to her family.

After getting familiar with Deng Chanyu, the two of them sang and danced very easily. However, she was still a little uncomfortable in an unfamiliar environment surrounded by strangers, and she didn't pay much attention to the Peach Festival.

Her focus was strange, but also understandable: "Hey, Ayu, do you think Chang'e is really very beautiful? Who is more beautiful, Chang'e or me?" Her big eyes were full of curiosity, and her eyelashes fluttered, as if she really wanted to know the answer.

Deng Chanyu had never seen Chang'e, so how could she know what she looked like? Naturally, she just followed someone's thoughts and said, "I heard that."

She lowered her voice, and the two began to whisper: "I heard that Chang'e likes Hou Yi, the great wizard of the wizard tribe."

Daji nodded slightly. She knew about this. Even if she didn't come to the underworld, there were still legends about Chang'e and Houyi among the people.

Deng Chanyu said in a matter-of-fact tone, "You know so many people from the Wu Clan. Don't you know their aesthetic standards? Women who can run horses on their arms, stand people on their fists, and smash rocks with their heads, like General Xiao Qiao, with a body full of flesh and a height of two meters, are considered beauties in the eyes of the Wu Clan. I guess Chang'e looks like this too."

Daji knew she was talking nonsense, but she couldn't help but chuckle and punched her with the same force as if she was tickling her: "You're talking nonsense. My brother was obsessed with Chang'e when he was a child. He said she was the most beautiful woman in the world."

Deng Chanyu recalled for a moment, then said with certainty, "My brother also said something similar. I guess Chang'e is just an average person, definitely not as pretty as you!"

Daji liked this answer very much. Her eyes were extremely bright, and the charm that unintentionally revealed in her eyes made Deng Chanyu feel overwhelmed.

They had fun for a day, then the second day, the third day, and only on the seventh day did they remember to do their business.

Deng Chanyu turned on the Cuiguang Liangyi Lamp and took out Zhurong's body.

Empress Pingxin was stunned, and then quickly recalled the last ancestor witch of the prehistoric world, Xuanming.

This is a female ancestor witch, the ancestor witch of ice.

Seeing the broken body of his former brother and thinking of the scene where the twelve brothers and sisters had lived happily together since the beginning of the world, Xuanming hugged the corpse and cried.

Empress Pingxin was also a little sad. She was no longer Hou Tu, the ancestor of witches. She was equivalent to another life form that copied the memories of the previous life, but Hou Tu's love for the witch clan still flowed in her heart.

Being in a bad mood, he began to blame Deng Chanyu: "You guys have been singing and dancing these past few days, why did you only think of this today?"

Deng Chanyu and the old lady were familiar with each other, and she was unhappy with her behavior of tricking Daji into working for nothing and making empty promises.

At this time, he said unhappily: "Just tell me whether you want it or not?"

Empress Pingxin turned away without saying a word, but the Ancestral Wu Xuanming beside her nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes! Thank you very much, fellow Daoist. For returning my brother's remains to the prehistoric world, Xuanming will surely reward you handsomely!"

Empress Pingxin rolled her eyes and said, "I was still trying to bargain, but you said so. If I give you less, this little girl will definitely curse me in her heart."

She thought about it and realized that there were indeed no treasures in the underworld.

If she gave away ordinary treasures, Nuwa would definitely laugh at her.

Empress Pingxin hooked her finger, and the entire space of the underworld shook. The next moment, a drop of golden blood appeared in front of them.

This is the essence and blood of Hou Tu’s own ancestor witch.

(End of this chapter)