Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1702 The pig advances suddenly
Although Hua Guang has a fiery temper, he is usually quite refined. Over the years, he has studied Taoist scriptures and comprehended profound principles, which has helped to temper some of his violent nature.

If you ignore the Wind-Fire Wheels and the Fire-Tipped Spear, he looks quite refined, like a gentleman with a bandit-like demeanor.

Hua Guang possessed divine eyesight; his three eyes could see farther than two. He had long ago spotted the Bull Demon King and Princess Iron Fan riding on clouds from the west.

He hovered elegantly on the cloud, only revealing himself when the two approached, and bowed with his hands clasped in greeting.

"Brother Niu, A Li, it's been many years." Hua Guang was very polite, but the more polite he was, the more complicated the expressions of the two people opposite him became.

The Asura clan is a mess when it comes to men and women. Princess Iron Fan, as the first member of the group of "Seventy-two Princesses" of Mara, did not pick up so many bad habits, but she was not exactly untainted by the mud either.

She was morally superior to the Asura Princess, but inferior to the human average—that's roughly the level.

The experience she went through back then can only be described as something that is hard to describe in a few words.

The Bull Demon King didn't want to say anything, so Princess Iron Fan asked in a harsh tone, "What are you doing here?"

Hua Guang looked down and saw that Red Boy had completely lost his temper and was frantically chasing after Pigsy. Pigsy's talents were mostly focused on running away, and he was running incredibly fast on his two legs.

The bad luck on the broom spread out in all directions like a whirlwind, but it didn't affect him that much.

The God of Poverty chased after him until he fell into a pit. When Red Boy chased after him on a cloud, he encountered a huge explosion in the clouds.

Although Old Pig was unfamiliar with the terrain, the debuff had a stronger weakening effect on the other two. He charged forward recklessly, not caring what was in front of him, and with his head down, he smashed through everything with his own strength.

The Flaming Mountain has been burning for over five hundred years, and there isn't a single tree left, which makes it easy for him to charge like a pig.

As he ran, he noticed something and looked up, but unfortunately he saw nothing.

He assumed it was Sun Wukong hiding in the clouds, so he didn't take it seriously and continued running at his own pace, intending to drag the God of Poverty into a treacherous area. Once he trapped the guy, his mission would be complete.

Hua Guang pointed to the furious Red Boy below and said, "This child is destined for a calamity, and only I can save him today."

Princess Iron Fan said, word by word, "This is my son, and he has nothing to do with you!"

The Bull Demon King also said in a gruff voice, "What you say is absolutely right, Madam. Huaguang, I know you have a background in Taoism, but this is the Western Region. Leave quickly, and we will go to save the child ourselves. You don't need to meddle in our business!"

Hua Guang laughed loudly: "Haha! Your child? Three hundred years ago, who taught this child the Samadhi True Fire? Two hundred and seventy years ago, who found the three Fire Lotuses to save this child's life? Two hundred and fifteen years ago, who begged Bi Song Sanren to use the Wood Element Spiritual Energy to dissolve the fire poison in this child's body? Brother Niu, A Li, you don't care about this child at all, only I care."

His previous gentle demeanor had vanished; his facial expression was stiff, somewhat like that of Homelander when he saw his son.

The Bull Demon King was secretly on guard. Although he had been with Xiao San for the past few hundred years, he had also studied and practiced diligently and believed that he had made great progress. This time, he was determined to settle the score with Hua Guang.

Just as they were locked in a stalemate, the situation deep within the Flaming Mountains suddenly changed.

Pigsy suppressed all his magical reactions and hid behind a large rock like an ordinary person. He felt like he was being steamed alive, and the sweat that had just flowed out of his body was evaporated by the high temperature.

It was incredibly hot deep inside the Flaming Mountains.

He looked around, wondering where the promised reinforcements were. The monkey had patted his chest, confidently guaranteeing that once he brought the God of Poverty over, everything else would be his! Where were they? That guy went back on his word!

He used his monk's hat to fan himself, but all he produced was hot air. Suddenly, a somewhat familiar voice came from the stone in front of him.

"Where did this blockhead come from? Get out of here with your disgusting broken broom, and get the hell away from me!"

Pigsy was taken aback at first, then slammed his fist on the large rock in front of him: "You wretched stable boy, what are you doing hiding here? Watching me, Old Pig, make a fool of myself? Come out right now! Let me tell you, I took a lot of risks when I brought that piece of junk over here, and the rest is up to you!"

The voice from the stone paused: "All mine?"

"That's natural!"

"Alright," the voice from the stone suddenly rose in pitch, "then prepare to die!"

The stable boy wants to kill me? How dare he? Isn't he afraid of being questioned by Buddha?

The old pig was completely unprepared for this turn of events. A thin, small figure emerged from the rock, its body mostly shrouded in black mist, revealing only a pair of blood-red eyes. Upon seeing these eyes, the old pig was momentarily stunned. The next instant, a sharp claw pierced straight into its chest.

Judging from its appearance, this thing looks like a monkey. While it might not be exactly the same as Sun Wukong, it's very similar. However, this guy has a strong smell of medicinal pills about him.

The old pig hurriedly retreated, but seeing that he couldn't dodge it, he could only wave the broom in his hand in an attempt to block it.

The things associated with the God of Misfortune were indeed a bit eerie. The shadowy figure, resembling Sun Wukong, was extremely agitated as it tried to grab the old pig. Just as the broom was sweeping towards it, perhaps because this "mop with poop" attack method was really disgusting, it made a sideways dodge motion at the last moment.

This dodge resulted in a collision with Red Boy, who had just caught up with them.

The two heads collided with a dull thud.

"Ouch! It hurts so much!" Red Boy clutched his head and squatted on the ground.

What had he bumped into? A large, dark shadow suddenly jumped out from the side. He had no time to react. What was that thing? Why was it so hard? Was it a rock?

He looked up at the dark figure's face and asked without fear, "Are you the reinforcements that Pigsy sent?"

The shadowy figure chuckled sinisterly, took a breath, and then sprayed out a large amount of multicolored spores in all directions.

"What the hell is that?" Red Boy was quite wary and immediately used flames to protect himself, retreating repeatedly.

Even the slowest of the poor gods caught up at this point.

Countless spores, like soap bubbles, landed on him.

The tattered clothes were transformed into something brand new, and the foul body odor was replaced by a pleasant fragrance.

The skin that had been covered in sores returned to its original smoothness, all the wrinkles on the face disappeared, and even the hunched body straightened up.

This positive change lasted only a moment.

The next instant, the spores became even more vibrant in color. The God of Poverty swelled up to more than three meters tall, like a balloon, with bulging muscles, seemingly possessing inexhaustible power. When the life energy provided by the spores exceeded his own limits, a loud "boom" was heard, and the God of Poverty exploded into dust from the inside out.

(End of this chapter)