Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 218 Yin Jiao
Deng Chanyu’s core meaning is to keep the troops in place.

How many of the thirty-six Shang armies have been dispatched so far? She is busy cultivating and doesn't have the time to deal with the various armies of Chaoge every day.

She read the various letters one by one in chronological order.

"Is another young man killed in battle?" The letter talked about how Zhang Guifang killed three generals in a row when he first arrived in Xiqi, including a son of Ji Chang.

Ji Chang is now Duke of Zhou, so his son is naturally a prince.

Deng Chanyu sometimes wondered if Ji Chang had a system that granted him abilities by having children, with each son earning him a chance to win a prize. Otherwise, why would he have so many sons? Perhaps accumulating a hundred sons would grant him the spiritual roots needed to cultivate immortality?
She scratched her head. It had been a long time since Master Ji died in battle, and the seventh day had already passed. It would be inappropriate to write a letter of condolence. "How about this? Send one hundred gold, five hundred silver, and ten fine horses to express our Nanjun's gratitude."

The most recent letter from Xiqi was the news that he had just broken through Jiameng Pass and adopted Xu Kun as his son.

"Ji Xukun?" Deng Chanyu couldn't help but shiver. It was really terrifying!
After finishing the backlog of official business, Deng Chanyu divided the peaches she brought back.

Li Jing, Madam Yin, Deng Jiugong, Deng Xiu, Huang Feihu, Huang Feibiao, Su Hu, Su Quanzhong, and Su Quanxiao all have them.

This reactionary military group of theirs is connected by relationships such as sworn brotherhood, marriage, and blood ties. It would be inappropriate to give it to anyone but not to anyone else. Now it's fine, one for each of them.

Li Jing was very touched.

If he became the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, he would naturally not care about such a broken peach. The problem is that he is not an immortal now. For a mortal who cannot become an immortal and can only enjoy the wealth of the world, giving two peaches to the couple is already a great favor.

"Teacher, look, I've finished grinding it!" Nezha came to ask for instructions with the dragon tooth that had been ground into a spear tip. The look in his eyes meant, when will you teach me some skills?
Deng Chanyu took the tip of the gun and looked at it. It was sharpened a little hastily, but it had to be admitted that it was indeed sharpened.

"Okay, I will make you a dragon tooth spear and teach you martial arts."

Nezha is three years old now. Including the three years he spent in his mother's womb, he now looks like a six or seven-year-old child and is old enough to learn martial arts.

Deng Chanyu's weapon refining skills are also outstanding. Now that she has a powerful weapon like the Qiankun Ding, it is really easy for her to refine a dragon tooth spear.

The heavy and ancient Qiankun Ding made Li Jing and his wife dazed for a moment. The shape of this thing was too ancient, and judging from the marks on it, it was unknown how long it had been in existence.

Li Jing didn't dare to ask, and Deng Chanyu didn't explain. He said this tripod was older than the prehistoric world? It was impossible to explain it clearly in just a few words.

Refining spears and teaching disciples are no big deal. With her current level of a true immortal, it is more than enough for her to teach Nezha.

Gods who are good at fighting, such as Nezha and Sun Wukong, upgrade very quickly, but she is not slow either, so it is not the case that her cultivation level is surpassed by her apprentice in the end.

In addition to teaching her apprentice, she also thought about that drop of Hou Tu's blood.

She planned to wait for Daji to return, and then they would refine the elixir together and absorb the energy from it at the same time. This time, she planned to simplify the process, but at the same time lengthen the time, requiring 81 days of refining.

As for Yuqin, it still needs further improvement. She needs to improve her piano skills. When her own skills reach a relatively high level, she will then "ask for merit" so that she can condense a seed of the way of the piano.

This was also the information Nuwa told her. The former great master of the art of playing the zither must have been Fuxi, but that Emperor Fuxi had fallen, and the one now in the Fire Cloud Cave was the Emperor Fuxi of the human race.

The human race's Fuxi used the River Map and the Luoshu to attain enlightenment, following the path of divination. Now the path of the Qin Dao is vacant. If Deng Chanyu cannot find her own path after achieving the Daluo Dao Fruit, she can try the Qin Dao. This path has no masters ahead of her, so theoretically, she can reach its end and control a great Dao.
The three realms are peaceful.

Fighting the underworld in the sea of ​​blood is not called war, it's called playing!

In the third month after many immortals were recalled to the mountain gate, a young man walked to the bank of the Jing River in a rather shabby manner.

Yin Jiao knelt by the river, his fists clenched. He felt like a rag, driven down Kongtong Mountain by Guangchengzi's servants. He stumbled eastward, still holding on, believing that if he returned to Chaoge, the ministers would surely support him. Wouldn't it be wonderful to seize the throne then?

He relied on his faith to hold on, but when he entered the territory of Xiqi and learned that Yin Hong had been here "fighting the enemy in accordance with the imperial edict" and had been appointing officials to positions, he was completely desperate.

The brotherhood in the past was indeed good, but anything can happen in the face of power. Why would he go and seek refuge with power like this now?

Yin Jiao walked to the river and could not walk anymore.

He thought of his own tragic experience, looked at the muddy river water, and was overwhelmed with grief. He shouted at the top of his lungs, "I am so stupid!"

The sound echoed far away, and the leaves rustled, as if responding to him.

He couldn't return to Chaoge, and even if he did he would die. It would be better for him to look at the muddy river water and jump in to put an end to it all!

"Hahahaha—Lord Indra was right. Young man, what are you doing here?"

Just as Yin Jiao was about to jump into the river, he heard silver bell-like laughter coming from all directions.

He was a little flustered: "Who, who is it?"

A three-headed, eight-armed, nine-eyed female fairy from the Shura clan walked out of the woods. This was the famous Blood Sea General, Marichi Tian.

Her front face looks kind, her left face looks like a pig, and her right face looks angry.

This female Asura is a subordinate of Indra.

Indra, like Mahadeva, Mara, and Brahma, is a direct disciple of the ancestor of the Styx.

Marichi can be considered as the registered disciple of Minghe.

On the other side of the sea of ​​blood, Mahadeva Mara and Lord Brahma were fighting fiercely, so the thoughtful Indra brought some of his subordinates into the human world.

"Young man, why do you have to be depressed? Come, sister will make you happy!"

The eight arms and nine eyes of Marichi Tian were too terrifying. Not to mention that Yin Jiao was now heartbroken, even under normal circumstances, he would not want to have any relationship beyond friendship with such a monster.

“No, no, no!”

He resisted verbally and physically, but after seeing the eighteen beautiful and graceful women behind Marichi Tian, ​​he was completely succumbed.

These women are so beautiful and they have IUDs on their bodies. This location is worth exploring!
He surrendered before the Eighteen Heavenly Demonic Dance was even launched.

Yin Jiao had completely lost his will to die.

Why die? Come, be merry!

Marichitian even told him that there were more immortals in this world than just the Chan Sect, and that whatever the Chan Sect could do, Marichitian could also do.

Yin Jiao agreed to go to the Kingdom of Shentu with Marichi Tian to learn the immortal arts and borrow troops to fight back to Chaoge City. As for where this Kingdom of Shentu was, he was very busy and had no time to think about such details.

(End of this chapter)