Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 972 I think you are just making things difficult for me, Nezha

Nezha snorted, "Stop talking nonsense! Just kill a few worthless monsters, what's the big deal?"

In his eyes, the demon race is just like the grass in the field. Does the Heavenly Dao care about those few blades of grass? No, it doesn't care.

Meeting Hu Gong was completely accidental. I heard that this old man would deliberately set up some tests, and if you pass the tests you can get extraordinary opportunities. This matter spread widely among the immortals. Many immortals who have "successfully cultivated Taoism" would try to break into Hu Gong's gourd world. Many of them failed, but there were also many who succeeded.

It would take Nezha no time to break through the bottleneck of Xuanxian and achieve the Dao fruit of Jinxian. He originally had no destination, but since there was an opportunity, he naturally had to come and take a look.

With his abilities, breaking through those levels set for Loose Immortals was too easy. The Qiankun Circle and the Hun Tian Ling were useless. He put his hands on his hips and raised his chin slightly. “Those tests you made are really not up to par. I’ll make them a little more difficult. I don’t care about your luck, I just want to train myself.”

"This is not difficult." Hu Gong smiled and nodded. He had lived for such a long time and had seen many geniuses. Nezha was not the one with the worst temper. Some immortals were full of hostility. They would spray black air with just a sneeze. They would beat and scold, or even kill people. He did not take those evil people seriously and lived peacefully to this day. The impoliteness in Nezha's words was nothing.

"Alright, then let's test our hearts for the next level, shall we? The little fairy wants to open the three flowers on the top of his head. It seems that both his energy and vitality are sufficient, but his spirit is still a little lacking. It's a good time to go to the Heart Testing Platform."

"Hmm?" Nezha glanced at Hu Gong warily. He didn't sense how profound this old man's cultivation was. He seemed like a celestial being. Could this guy see through his own realm? That was unlikely, wasn't it?

Nezha thought about it for a while and guessed that it might be the immortals he met on the road, some of whom were quick-witted and leaked his information.

He and Yang Jian have similar qualifications and intelligence, but their personalities are completely different. Yang Jian is deep, introverted, and cunning, while Nezha is flamboyant, domineering, and almost without any scheming.

During the time he was away from Emei, he also lived in Yang Jian's Meishan for a while. Without the many conflicts between the saints and their disciples there, after returning to his original heart, the relationship between the two of them became much friendlier than before. They would compete with each other in martial arts and magic from time to time, and both sides gained a lot.

After leaving Meishan, he wandered around aimlessly. When the dragon clan found him before, he didn't know where he was. He only knew it was a swamp. It was the dragon clan that helped him find the way and finally he arrived at the South China Sea.

"The Heart-Testing Platform? My Daoist heart is impeccable. Old man, I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed." Nezha had entered the world in the gourd several times. At this moment, he placed his palm on the surface of the gourd without resistance, and was sucked in by the gourd the next moment.

A quarter of an hour later, Nezha rushed out with a grim face.

"Old scoundrel! Is that a test of your heart? In the illusion, you caused the death of my parents, the tragic death of my brother, and the expulsion of my master. I endured it, I endured it all. But you absolutely shouldn't have asked me to eat shit?! Your family's test of heart is eating shit?"

He was furious, but there was still a trace of clarity in his mind. Even though his fists were clenched so hard that they made crackling sounds, he ultimately did not take action.

Hu Gong disagreed: "Isn't that wrong? Is that shit?"

Nezha asked back: "Isn't it?"

Hu Gong shook his head: "That's shit with maggots in it."

Nezha was almost furious. Did this old man think he didn't dare to kill anyone? Did he think his Qiankun Circle wasn't heavy enough?

Hu Gong said to himself, "If you don't even dare to eat shit, how can you guarantee that you can achieve the Golden Immortal Dao Fruit? You can turn around and leave. My heart test is just a joke. After three or five days, the little immortal will forget it. Those small rewards are even more insignificant in the eyes of a saint's disciple. However..." Hu Gong pointed at Nezha's heart and said earnestly, "Your heart will remember today's experience. From now on, your state of mind will no longer be perfect. Your path ends here, and you may never hope to achieve the Golden Immortal in this life."

Nezha gasped for breath, his eyes wide open. For a moment, he really wanted to leave. "A mere immortal who hasn't even figured out the truth, and you're still trying to teach me the truth? Are you worthy?"
But he thought over and over again, closed his eyes slightly, and tried to ask himself. He found that he still cared about this matter. If a gap was left deep in his heart, it would definitely affect his future enlightenment.

He has confidence in himself. Even if there are flaws in his mind, he can still prove the Golden Immortal Dao Fruit.
He gritted his teeth and stamped his feet. "Okay, isn't it just eating shit? Watch me!"
Without saying a word, he lowered his head and angrily entered the gourd world again.

Hu Gong had no intention of cheating someone and then running away. He just stood there quietly waiting.

"There are tens of thousands of great ways in this vast world. Can you become a Golden Immortal by eating shit? You're bullying my foolish disciple because he's young and ignorant. Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you? He agreed to your trial and created a karmic bond with you, but I didn't."

Deng Chanyu sat on a stone not far away and spoke slowly. Next to her was Bixiao, who was full of disgust. She just wanted a "proof" to prove that she was not playing crazy, but did not want to eat shit. She looked at Hu Gong with hostility in her eyes.

Hu Gong was very polite: "I am honored to meet you two immortals."

Bixiao didn't want to talk to such a small character and turned her head to the other side.

Deng Chanyu had actually arrived earlier, and she had been looking at the Hu Gong.

She said, "Don't be a fairy. Judging from your appearance, you must be a person with great blessings. Let's be friends as equals."

Bixiao glanced at her and was unwilling to make friends with a wandering immortal from the bottom of his heart. She was one of the four outer disciples of Jiejiao in the past. Deng Chanyu shook her head slightly, indicating that if there was any problem, they should go back and talk about it.

Bixiao looked down on this kind of old man, but in the end he gave face to Deng Chanyu, the pseudo Quasi-Saint who had killed two corpses.

Bixiao looked at the nearby scenery, while Deng Chanyu talked with Hu Gong.

She has encountered too many ancient gods and is almost becoming Hongjun's vanguard in eliminating the ancient gods. However, this Hu Gong is very interesting. He is not an ancient god.

What is he? He is a magical weapon incarnated.

All things have spirits. A cloud can change shape, a gust of wind can change shape, and magic weapons can naturally change shape as well.

Just like the Measuring Ruler and the Chaos Bell, when it reaches a certain level, the spirituality of the magic weapon will naturally give birth to my consciousness.

However, the fate of the Measuring Ruler and the Chaos Bell is similar to that of the ten innate spiritual roots. The prehistoric times have placed great restrictions on them. Without a heaven-defying opportunity, it is almost impossible for them to transform successfully.

Now, this Hu Gong Deng Chanyu looked at the other party's gourd and found that it was not as good as the innate gourd of the Buzhou Mountain in the past. It could be regarded as an acquired gourd. This was normal. If the roots were too high, the difficulty of transformation would increase exponentially.

(End of this chapter)