Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 603 Zhen Yuanzi’s Treasure
Nezha asked with a hint of meaning: "Teacher, what shall we do this time?"

The naughty kid was obviously thinking about the last time he had caused trouble for Duobao Taoist. At his age, it was really interesting to build his own happiness on the suffering of others.

Deng Chanyu shook her head. The same trick cannot be used twice. Moreover, for someone like Zhen Yuanzi, to put it more mysteriously, his luck has already passed. He has wasted or failed to seize any chance of becoming a saint.

The new graduates were all unemployed, and he, a veteran who had been wandering around in society for so many years, still wanted to compete with the newcomers? Times had changed. Now was not his time. Trying to gain status would only make him a conspicuous figure, which would have no practical significance.

"Just wait and see what happens."

".oh."

Zhen Yuanzi has always been friendly with the Chan Sect and Yuanshi Tianzun, so his relationship with the Jie Sect would not be very good.

This time, the number of immortals coming from Jiejiao was the least. Deng Chanyu had at least three, while Jiejiao only had Duobao Taoist and his disciple Huo Ling Shengmu.

Taoist Duobao still had a gloomy face. He was originally just a little fat, but now he looked rounder when viewed from the side, and even rounder when viewed from the front. This was indeed not a good appearance, but as long as he was present, he seemed to be the center of the world from any angle. Although he was a Taoist with ordinary appearance and figure, he had an innate self-confidence. He failed in preaching twice, but instead of being depressed, he became more and more courageous.

The Holy Mother of Fire held her head high and chest out, looking full of fighting spirit, with sharp eyes and full of aggressiveness.

Nezha asked in a low voice: "Teacher, that fat black guy seems to be even more powerful?"

The realm of the Holy Mother of Fire was nothing special in Nezha's eyes. Both sides let go and fought for life and death. It was hard to say who would win or lose.

In his opinion, Duobao was extremely powerful, to a level that he could not even imagine.

Not to mention Nezha, even teacher Deng Chanyu has no confidence in defeating Duobao Taoist.

Now Duobao's realm seems to be very, very close to Minghe and Haotian. It should be just a thin layer of window paper. He hasn't killed the second corpse yet, but he is already very close. It is so close that he cannot restrain the pressure of the quasi-saint on normal days, so that even Nezha, a killing god with a natural keen spiritual perception, feels palpitations.

Lei Zhenzi and Ji Fa also trembled slightly when they saw Duobao Taoist. What were they afraid of? They didn't know, but they were afraid.

Taoist Duobao waved his sleeves and forcibly restrained the pressure that was emanating from him.

Deng Chanyu, armed with a ruler, felt confident. She encouraged her disciple, "Where there is a will, there is a way. One day, you too will reach this level."

Nezha has high talent. As long as he guards against arrogance and impatience and does not act recklessly, it is hard to say how far he will go in the future, but it will definitely be higher than the lotus body in his original time and space.

The Great Master Xuandu of the Human Sect still did not show up, and the Human Sect's cloud bed was empty. Everyone thought it was natural. Since the direct descendant of Taiqing did not give him face, Zhen Yuanzi had no choice.

Some immortals from unorthodox sects arrived one after another. Their cultivation was generally not high. Deng Chanyu just glanced at them and didn't look at them again.

After the guests were seated, the host came on stage.

Zhen Yuanzi was a powerful man who had killed two corpses. In the past, his seat in the Zixiao Palace was second only to the saints. Given their seniority, he could act arrogantly and no one could say anything.

Spiritual tea and spirit wine were served one after another, and each guest had a ginseng fruit in front of them, even Xiao Qingluan and Ji Fa. It was obvious that this was Ji Fa's first time seeing a ginseng fruit, and he was quite shocked by the sight of this doll-shaped fruit. Seeing Lei Zhenzi start eating it with a dignified manner, he took a small lick.

Xiao Qingluan was thinking about how to take one away quietly, because the Fire Spirit Mother on the cloud bed opposite was staring at her.

The Holy Mother of Fire Spirit thought it was really inappropriate for her, a Jiejiao immortal's mount, to sit together with the outer sect immortals.

Xiao Qingluan is Yunxiao's mount. Yunxiao is a disciple of Jiejiao, but that doesn't mean she is also a disciple of Jiejiao. Normally, she could ignore it, but being stared at so blatantly, it would be difficult for her to secretly take a fruit.

"Junior Master," she lowered her voice and asked for help.

Deng Chanyu nodded: "You eat yours, I'll take this back to Yuanxiao."

Ginseng fruit is most effective for mortals. It may also have a little effect on human immortals, earthly immortals, and even celestial immortals. She is already a golden immortal. Unless she eats the ginseng fruit tree, one or two fruits will be of no use to her.

"Oh, okay, thank you, Junior Master." Xiao Qingluan happily ate the ginseng fruit in front of her. If she didn't eat it, Nezha would have snatched it away from her.

Having eaten and drunk, Zhen Yuanzi, having learned from the experience of Taoist Duobao, did not preach this time, for fear of causing unnecessary trouble, and he went straight to the main topic of the day.

The old Taoist smiled, a joy that burst out from the bottom of his heart: "I believe that I have a bit of good fortune. Some time ago, I happened to find a treasure. Now I want to share it with you fellow Taoists."

Treasure? Deng Chanyu couldn't help but look over.

Surely it couldn't be an ordinary magic weapon that Zhen Yuanzi had brought out with such fanfare? She didn't use her divine sense, but instead used her peripheral vision to survey the immortals. Whether they were from the Chan Sect, the Jie Sect, or the Western Sect, the immortals present were somewhat surprised. Whether this surprise was feigned or not, it was impossible to tell for a moment.

As for those immortals, they did not understand the deep meaning of these words for a moment. In their eyes, anything Zhen Yuanzi took out was a treasure.

The two Taoist boys Qingfeng and Mingyue are among the forty-eight disciples of Zhen Yuanzi. At this time, the Taoist boy Mingyue carefully brought out a treasure box. The box was covered with golden satin. Looking at the outline, it was square, just like the box used to hold human heads in ancient war movies.

What is this thing? All the immortals looked puzzled.

Deng Chanyu's thoughts were active, but she didn't think it could be a human head. Why would Zhen Yuanzi have a human head? She used her spiritual sense to explore the box briefly, but the box was restricted, completely blocking her spiritual sense, so she couldn't see what was inside.

Zhen Yuanzi smiled and revealed the answer himself without waiting for the immortals to guess. Inside the treasure box was a small bell with a dark yellow color and an ancient shape, and its surface was decorated with patterns of the sun, moon, stars, earth, fire, water and wind.

"Could this be the Chaos Bell?!" Mahasthamaprapta of the Western Religion stood up subconsciously, his eyes wide open, without a trace of greed in his eyes, as if he was really surprised.

Maitreya glanced at him with a half-smile, and he quickly apologized to Zhen Yuanzi, sitting down again with his body straight, but his slightly trembling hands still revealed some of his true thoughts.

Taoist Duobao and Guangchengzi had mastered the art of cultivating their Qi. They remained calm even when the sky collapsed in front of them. They just glanced at Zhongti calmly, then turned their eyes away, lowering their heads slightly, and no one knew what they were thinking.

(End of this chapter)