Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1696 Please Don't Die
My golden cudgel, where is my big cudgel?

Sun Wukong was first bewildered, then incredulous, and finally furious, his eyes turning red with rage.

The elegant words of Huaguo Mountain echoed above the palace of the King of Wuji.

After cursing for a while, he suddenly lowered his head.

The mangled corpse of the God of Poverty that had been on the ground was gone. The monkey searched frantically around and soon found the thin, withered God of Poverty at the palace gate, his head smashed like a watermelon.

This guy has extremely poor healing ability. Even though he has regained his mobility, his smashed head won't be repaired anytime soon.

Sun Wukong didn't have time to think it through. Whether you recover quickly or slowly, just give me back my golden cudgel!
He yelled and rushed over, punching and kicking.

The monkey's martial arts skills are not bad, and the God of Poverty is not a complete target. He can fight back against ordinary people or low-level immortals. However, compared to Sun Wukong, his speed is too slow, so slow that it's as if he's standing still and taking a beating.

With just two punches, the monkey knocked down the frail God of Poverty. Then, he lifted the God of Poverty up with the toe of his left foot and delivered a powerful flying kick with his right foot, breaking the opponent's spine on the spot. The body, which weighed no more than fifty pounds, was almost folded in half by him.

"You scoundrel, return my golden cudgel right now! Or else..." The monkey was about to utter a harsh threat when he suddenly felt a chill on his backside. He instinctively looked down and was dumbfounded—where was his tiger-skin skirt?!
The God of Poverty reappeared with his head smashed and spine broken, this time appearing a hundred meters outside the palace gates.

Sun Wukong didn't know what "numerical monster" or "mechanic monster" meant, but he understood the meaning.

This God of Poverty is clearly the type who uses rather bizarre methods.

He had roughly figured out the God of Poverty's methods. Gritting his teeth, he rushed out like a madman, aiming his head at the God of Poverty, whose body resembled a shrimp.

If you're so capable, why don't you take off my golden headband? Then I'll thank you!
He had just rushed out the gate when six men and six women, along with twelve heavenly generals, appeared out of thin air around him. One grabbed his head, another his legs, and several others his waist. It took them a lot of effort to finally hold the monkey back.

The leading heavenly general, fearing he would turn hostile, quickly explained, "Great Sage, this God of Poverty must not be killed! Must not be killed!"

The God of Poverty maintained his previous appearance with a rotten head and broken spine, and walked slowly and unsteadily outwards.

Sun Wukong was like a powder keg, about to explode: "I don't want to talk to you anymore. Let me go now, or don't blame me for turning my back on you!"

The chief general stunned him with a single sentence: "Great Sage, you don't want your golden cudgel to disappear completely, do you?"

"What does this mean?"

"Great Sage!" The leading heavenly general was still pondering how to explain when Sun Wukong kept urging, "Speak quickly, speak quickly! You're really driving me crazy!"

The Heavenly General said, "Great Sage, do you know that once the God of Poverty dies, he and all his collections will decompose into primordial spiritual energy? Only when the spiritual energy absorbs enough turbid energy will he be reborn, and at that time, he will be a new God of Poverty."

Sun Wukong vaguely understood, and the leading heavenly general nodded: "If you kill the God of Poverty now, your golden cudgel will disintegrate, and you'll never be able to get it back."

The monkey stared in disbelief at the God of Poverty, who could barely walk, and for the first time, he had the thought of "begging him not to die."

You must stay strong, please, please don't give up!
Under his inscrutable gaze, the God of Poverty maintained an expression of neither joy nor sorrow and walked away on his own.

The Six Ding and Six Jia released Sun Wukong.

Only then did Lao Sun have time to carefully consider the gains and losses.

There's no gain, only loss.

They didn't take what they should have taken, but they took everything they shouldn't have!

Why can't we kill him?
Enraged, Sun Wukong proceeded to vandalize the dilapidated palace. The already crumbling palace could no longer withstand his onslaught and collapsed with a crash.

After venting for a while, Liu Ding Liu Jia saw that he had calmed down before taking his leave.

The monkey spotted the God of Poverty in the distance. After pondering for a moment, he still couldn't find a good way to deal with this "mechanical monster," let alone retrieve his golden cudgel. In desperation, he returned to Baolin Temple. Seeing the god's grieving appearance, Pigsy was overjoyed.

He asked knowingly, "Brother Monkey, you must have already killed that God of Poverty, right?"

Sun Wukong's anger flared up instantly: "Fool, stop your nonsense! I recognize you, but my fists and feet don't!"

Pigsy looked him up and down. Ah! He only just noticed that the little skirt was gone? Was the stable boy so angry because he'd lost something else?

Tang Sanzang, standing to the side, said with a hint of reproach, "Wukong! Bajie's concern for you comes from a good heart."

The monkey was extremely displeased. "You're a blind monk too," it thought, "you can't tell the difference between good and bad people."

Although the eldest disciple didn't say it, you could tell from his expression that he had been defeated.

Tang Sanzang was still on a mission to Baolin Temple. For the sake of the Tang Dynasty, he couldn't lose face, so he had to outsource the mission to his second disciple.

"Bajie, go there."

Sun Wukong reacted extremely strongly: "You're not allowed to go!"

That old pig doesn't know his own strength; what if he kills the God of Poverty? I can give up the skirt, but I absolutely cannot lose my long, straight golden cudgel.

"You won't let me go, but I'm going anyway!" Pigsy was about to leave with his rake when Sun Wukong, extremely annoyed, grabbed his ear from behind.

"I told you, you're not allowed to go!"

"You wretched stable boy, let go!"

"You're asking for it! Heh!"

Sun Wukong punched Pigsy in the face.

Old Pig had always been unconvinced by him, and now he retaliated with a punch.

The two quickly got into a fight. Old Pig's martial arts skills were far inferior to Monkey's, and he was almost always the one being beaten.

Tang Sanzang exclaimed in alarm, "Stop fighting! Stop fighting! Wufan, quick, go and separate them!"

What a boring man! The Jade Rabbit touched her ears. In the Moon Palace, Chang'e cleaned her ears, and it felt so good. She couldn't enjoy such treatment in the mortal world.

Under Tang Sanzang's repeated urging, the Jade Rabbit picked up the Jade Pestle and smacked each of them on the head, which calmed them down.

Jade Rabbit, who had always had a lot of opinions about Pigsy, took advantage of the chaos to kick Pigsy in the butt.

The civil war ended.

The monkey didn't suffer any losses, but the old pig was bruised and swollen, looking even more like a pig's head than a pig's head.

Having vented most of his anger, the monkey calmed down and recounted the whole story of how he lost his golden cudgel, as well as the admonitions of the Six Ding and Six Jia gods.

These words made him lose face, but he wanted his golden cudgel back even more.

One person is short-term, two people are long-term.

He told Tang Sanzang and the others about his misfortunes, hoping they could give him some advice. He was completely flustered and couldn't think of a good solution.

(End of this chapter)