Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 680: The Grace of the Antarctic Immortal

The Golden Spirit Holy Mother still wants to resolve this matter calmly. Just hand Shen Gongbao over to me and I will turn around and leave.

In order to pay a formal visit, she prepared a lot of gifts. When she arrived at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, many of the accompanying disciples stayed at the foot of the mountain, and only brought Yu Yuan and Jiang Hou, two of her direct disciples, up the mountain, which was considered to give enough face to the Chan Sect.

But what about teaching?
The Golden Spirit Mother looked at Jiang Ziya who was guarding the gate.

"Please inform fellow Daoist that the Jiejiao Jinling has brought his disciples to pay homage to the Jade Purity Saint."

"The Saint is not here."

"Is your sect's Senior Brother Nanji here?"

"No."

"Is Guangchengzi here?"

"No."

The Golden Spirit Holy Mother was so angry that she laughed: "So, Fellow Daoist Jiang is now in charge of the huge Yuxu Palace? Congratulations, I can find you, hand over Shen Gongbao to me, and I will leave the mountain immediately. I will never break my promise."

Jiang Ziya said sternly, "No!"

Our Lady of the Golden Spirit: "."

She suppressed her anger and said, "I won't talk to a mortal like you who hasn't achieved immortality yet. Go and call the Immortal of the South Pole out!"

"Not here!"

Yu Yuan and he were old rivals. He drew his golden file and shouted angrily, "Jiang Ziya, you insulted my mentor and cursed my junior brother Wen Zhong to death. Today I will kill you!"

The Immortal of the South Pole is indeed not at home.

After being reminded by Huang Long Zhenren, he finally remembered that there was another disciple named Wei Hu in the Chan Sect.

Huang Long often went to the Zhou Kingdom and was quite familiar with the political structure of the Zhou Kingdom. He knew that Wei Hu was the backbone of the Zhou Kingdom. Daoxing Tianzun fell into the devil's way, but his disciples were innocent. Considering Wei Hu's great contributions to the Battle of the Gods, he should be given a way out.

Yang Jian had a good relationship with Wei Hu before, and Huang Long had also communicated with Wei Hu several times. He felt that Wei Hu was a talented person who should not be buried.

The Immortal of the South Pole thought it made sense, so he picked up his brush and wrote a decree, asking the White Crane Boy to run an errand. After calling the person, he realized that the errand secretary was dead. In desperation, he could only ride on a sika deer and go to the Zhou Kingdom himself.

Wei Hu was riding on a horse, leading a team of soldiers to patrol the city.

Normally, he was a very serious and responsible person, but he had been feeling upset these days. Thinking about his bleak future, he really had no mood to patrol the city.

A voice suddenly reached his ears: "Let's go out of the city and talk."

Direct, domineering, and unquestionable, Wei Hu recognized that this was the voice of the Immortal of the South Pole. With a little hope in his heart, he obediently left the city.

The Immortal of the South Pole sat on a sika deer, gazing at Mount Qi from afar, with his back to Wei Hu, not even looking at him, as if even one glance would pollute his heart of Taoism.

Wei Hu hurriedly dismounted and bowed respectfully, saying, "Disciple."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a huge pressure acting on him, and quickly changed his words: "Wei Hu greets the Immortal, congratulations."

He was interrupted again, and the Immortal of the South Pole said, "Don't say too much. You were once a disciple of the Chan Sect. I pity that it is not easy for you to practice. You still have some achievements in the Conferred God Battle. You can go to the Qingwei Sect to join, and you will be able to achieve the right result in the future." The Immortal of the South Pole felt that this was a great blessing. The Chan Sect would never accept you, Wei Hu, into its ranks. Not to mention that if Daoxing Tianzun made a big mistake, you would be expelled from the Chan Sect as well. Even if he was not wrong, you would have to admit it!
The Qingwei Sect was a branch of the Chan Sect founded by Taiyi Zhenren. In the eyes of Nanji Xianweng, Wei Hu's joining the sect was not an insult to him. As for whether Wei Hu joined the Qingwei Sect to become Taiyi Zhenren's disciple or great-grandson, that was not within his consideration.

Wei Hu was able to become friends with Yang Jian because he had a sense of pride in his heart. His loyalty to the Chan Sect was not high. If he was not wanted here, he would find other places to go. There was no need to hang himself on the tree of the Chan Sect.

Qingwei Sect? Would Taiyi Zhenren pass on all his skills to him? Of course not. Lei Zhenzi was Taiyi Zhenren's disciple. If he joined, even being a guest official would be a blessing.

How profound a technique could one acquire with this status? True Immortal was the ultimate goal of his life, right?

He couldn't help but think of Mahasthamaprapta.

Nanji Xianweng sneered, "Da Shizhi cannot save you. You must explain to me today whether you want to join the Qingwei Sect or not."

Wei Hu felt under tremendous pressure. He had a premonition that if he said "no", Nan Ji would beat him to death.

But he really hated the Antarctic way of doing things.

The word "yes" came to my lips, but I couldn't say it.

The Immortal of the South Pole still had his back to Wei Hu. There was thought in the eyes of this first disciple of the Chan Sect. A genius who did not belong to the Chan Sect was not a genius. On the contrary, he was a disaster.

Since it is a disaster, why not
Just as he was about to clean up the house, laughter came from far away and reached his ears.

"Hahahaha - Mahasthamaprapta, Junior Brother Nan Ji is calling you. It must be something big. Go over and take a look." Zhunti said with a smile.

Mahasthamaprapta said respectfully: "Disciple obeys your command."

He walked up to Nanji Xianweng as if nothing had happened and said, "Greetings, Senior Brother Nanji. I wonder what you want me to do?"

Antarctic Immortal: “.”

He was sitting on the sika deer and was dumbfounded.

The Three Pure Ones looked down on Nuwa and the Two Saints of the West. That was their pride in being the authentic Pangu. If Nan Ji was in his own Yuxu Palace, he could also look down on Nuwa and the Two Saints of the West, but in the wilderness, he didn't dare to have such an idea, not even to think about it.

He rolled off the sika deer in a somewhat embarrassed manner and paid homage with great respect: "I have met the Saint Zhunti in the South Pole. I wish the Saint a long and healthy life."

Zhunti was particularly polite: "Please stand up, please stand up. I don't have much contact with my junior brother. It seems that I have only seen my junior brother twice in the past beside Senior Brother Yuanshi. Now I see that he is indeed a talented and beautiful jade. The great road is promising. Senior Brother Yuanshi is very lucky."

The Immortal of the South Pole was so frightened that he broke out in cold sweats. He knew exactly what this shameless saint had done, and because of this, he was afraid at this moment.

It is impossible for Zhunti to risk breaking off relations with Yuanshi Tianzun and force him to join the Western Religion. Nan Ji knows this very well, but cause and effect exist.

A trivial incident between him and Deng Chanyu had already caused such a huge uproar, and now he was directly involved in a karmic conflict with a saint? How big a karmic impact would his karmic amplifier have?
I dare not even think about it.

Zhunti smiled and said a few more words, and also pointed out some small bottlenecks in the practice of Nan Ji.

To be fair, his advice was unique. They were methods that the Immortal of the South Pole had never imagined before. It was a bit like learning from others' experience to polish jade. But the more this was the case, the more troublesome it became.

Nanji Xianweng suddenly realized that something seemed to be wrong with Yuxu Palace, but he didn't know what it was.

He glanced at Zhunti twice out of the corner of his eye, but ultimately did not dare to speak.

When a saint is kindly advising you, you say you have something to do at home and want to leave? Isn't that too disrespectful of the saint?
(End of this chapter)