Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 567: Cause and Effect
Deng Chanyu had already come out of her sadness and smiled slightly: "Little Lord, do you want the God of Poverty to come back?"

Yi's eyes widened and he waved his hands repeatedly: "Of course I don't want to."

Deng Chanyu said, "Don't worry. That fellow took 111,000 taels of gold from me. His essence has been damaged. It will take a thousand years for him to recover."

She was a disciple of a saint, a bona fide Golden Immortal. Taking even a single thread from her was a grave sin! Taking gold, three times in a row, what a calamity! She even thought the God of Poverty was dead, it was just that the divine will was confused and the result could not be calculated.

When Yi heard that the God of Poverty would not return until a thousand years later, he was no longer worried. After a thousand years, he would have turned into ashes, so there was no need to worry about such a distant problem.

The thought of turning into ash brought a hint of sadness to his face. "My father has become ill from worry and overwork. Even so, he still has to handle government affairs and lead troops into battle. I am a useless person and cannot share his worries. I am truly unworthy of being his son."

The Ji family's wisdom and talent were basically all in the generation of Ji Chang, Bo Yikao, and Ji Fa. Among the ninety-nine sons, not all of them were outstanding, but in that era, most of them were elites. However, after the Ji family seized the world, it seemed that their luck was exhausted, and their descendants were far worse.

Yi was at best an average person, with average ability in governing the place and average martial arts skills. He just seemed to like reading very much. In this chaotic era, he really had no talent.

Yi's voice suddenly rose: "Does the immortal have any magic tricks? I am willing to exchange my life for my father's good health."

The Tao River Dragon King waved his hand and said, "My young lord, please don't lie to me and tease me."

"Every word Yi said is true, please help me, Immortal!" Yi bowed heavily.

Seeing that the groundwork was almost complete, Deng Chanyu took out the Book of Life and Death, pointed to the column for Bo Yikao, and said, "My Lord, please take a look."

The information recorded in the Book of Life and Death is that Bo Yikao lived to be 35 years old.

All in all, I don’t have more than two years to live.

"Father!" Yi burst into tears.

He knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly: "Please, Immortal, save my father. I am willing to be a slave to repay your great kindness."

"You are so kind, young Lord." Deng Chanyu lowered her voice and said, "I will use my magic to temporarily stop the people from the underworld. You can add to your lifespan on your own."

As soon as she finished speaking, King Ji appeared with a huge army of ghost soldiers.

"You old dragon, return this king's book of life and death immediately! If you don't, I will tie you to a bronze pillar and make you wish you were dead!"

Deng Chanyu rolled her eyes at her secretly. There were not only outsiders but also children at the scene. Why did you tell everything to others?

She pointed at Daji and said, "Hey! You are so indiscriminate and you are wrongly accusing a good person. Look, I'm here to catch you!"

"Come on horseback!"

Deng Chanyu and Daji pretended to fight in the clouds, making a huge noise. There were flashes of lightning and thunder, dark clouds covering the sun, and the air was filled with shouts of killing.

Yi did not dare to waste time and took the Book of Life and Death to look at it carefully.

Adding lifespan? Is it possible to add lifespan to this thing?
He carefully looked at the words "Longevity 35" several times, wanting to ask the "Taohe Dragon King" how to add it specifically, but the fight over there was so intense that he couldn't get close at all.

"Shou" was written in one line of words, and "thirty-five" was written in another line of words. He gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and added a "hundred" in the blank space above "thirty-five".

He lived to be 135 years old.

He didn't dare write more, for fear of implicating the "Taohe Dragon King" who was kind enough to help.

When Deng Chanyu saw that he had finished modifying the lifespan, she immediately grabbed the Book of Life and Death and threw it to Daji, then rode a cloud and rushed into Jincheng with Yi.

King Ji cursed furiously outside the city, his words hinting at the human race's destiny hindering his retreat. "Master, my father?"

"The outcome will be clear in three days."

Three days later, Bo Yikao returned to Jincheng. Before, he looked like a middle-aged man with a tired face, but now he looked much younger.

Yi was overjoyed. In response to Bo Yikao's question, he just smiled and chose to keep the secret in his heart.

He never saw the "Taohe Dragon King" again, but he was grateful for the great kindness of this god throughout his life!

"Is that all?" Daji asked when she saw Bo Yikao and Yi father and son returning to their normal lives.

Deng Chanyu shook her head: "It's hard to say about this matter."

Bo Yikao was just a mortal, born with a disease in his bones. If God really wanted him to be on the list, there were plenty of ways to kill him.

Fortunately, the rise of Zhou and the destruction of Shang was the general trend. Under this trend, Bo Yikao was unlikely to encounter an accident. It would be basically impossible for him to choke to death while eating melon seeds, nor would he be killed by the aftermath of a fight between gods. A person with his fate had to die with dignity and could not die as a joke.

If this arrangement were to be made, it would not only be a loss of face for Emperor Ziwei, but would also bring shame to the entire Heavenly Court. It is unlikely that Hongjun would do so.

Deng Chanyu's gold was definitely gone, and Bo Yikao owed her a huge debt.

Bo Yikao's own lifespan was also changed by his son. Living to be a hundred years old was no longer a dream. The Battle of the Gods lasted for a long time, but not as long as a hundred years.

According to the rules, the lifespan was not changed by Deng Chanyu and Daji, but by Yi. Yi was the son of Bo Yikao, and she could use excuses like filial piety moved heaven to cover it up. The secrets of heaven were in chaos, and no one knew her real purpose except the saint.

Seeing that there was no problem, Deng Chanyu said, "Let's go home."

Daji grabbed her sleeve and said, "Let's fight again. The fight we had three days ago wasn't satisfying enough."

Deng Chanyu glanced at her and said, "Even if I give you one hand, you still can't beat me. Stop talking nonsense and go home."

Daji was very eager to fight, but her words were very shameless: "I'll tie you up and we'll try again!"

Deng Chanyu was speechless: "."

Woman, your shamelessness has successfully attracted my attention!
Bo Yikao's problem was solved smoothly, and everything depended on God's will after that.

Deng Chanyu also hinted at Li Jing's situation through Nezha.

I heard that Li Jing wanted to refine a set of magic weapons, taking the number of Tiangang thirty-six, and refine a total of thirty-six magic swords.

Why do you practice like this? What's the use of practicing it? Deng Chanyu didn't think about it, but if you want to practice, then you can practice it.

Li Jing and his son both owed her karma, so it didn't matter if they owed her a little more.

She asked Nezha to take out thirty-six catties of Xumi gold, thirty-six catties of Fusang silver, and thirty-six catties of Shouyang copper from the storehouse of her Taiyuan Cave, as a gift to her sworn brother for forging the sword.

Li Jing was overjoyed and kept thanking him.

The spiritual materials collected by him, a terrestrial immortal, were definitely not as good as those in the hands of Deng Chanyu, a golden immortal. Since they were all family, he didn't hesitate and just accepted them and started refining the equipment. The three brothers Jinzha, Muzha and Nezha also went to help. The father and son were having a great time together, and it was a beautiful scene of a loving father and a filial son.

(End of this chapter)