Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1736 The real issue is between us.
The Earth Book's defensive power is among the best of all the top-grade innate spiritual treasures. Seeing that Duobao showed no sign of stopping, Zhen Yuanzi simply summoned the Earth Book, sat cross-legged on the spot, and remained motionless, letting Duobao attack him.

Duobao unleashed countless sword strikes from his sword formation, but ultimately failed to break through Zhen Yuanzi's defenses.

The immortals outside the arena could only see the battle within the formation; they could not hear their conversations.

Seeing that Zhen Yuanzi's defense was impenetrable, they thought the battle was not over yet.

Within the array.

Zhen Yuanzi, true to his nature as a kind-hearted person, thought for a moment and said, "Fellow Daoist's magical power is profound, which I admire. However, there is something I wish to say, but I am not sure if I should."

Duobao laughed loudly: "Does fellow Daoist think that my magical power has increased too quickly, and my mental cultivation has not kept up? Does he hope that I will go back to meditate and recite the Yellow Court Classic? Hahahaha—what a fool's opinion!"

Zhen Yuanzi put on a stern face. "I was trying to give you some advice, and you actually turned around and mocked me?"

There was no point in saying another word to Duobao, so he focused on the defense of the Earth Book.

Duobao attacked for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, and a considerable sense of annoyance arose in his heart; this was all pointless.

Unlike Ksitigarbha's sixteen-foot golden body, Zhen Yuanzi's Earth Book defense is like a super tortoise shell. In the past, Taiyi couldn't break through Wuzhuang Temple even with the Chaos Bell, and now Duobao can't break through this thing even with the four swords of Zhuxian he forged.

He hoped to use the grand formation to verify his newly acquired Great Dao of Lightning and grasp its essence. Foolishly cutting down the Earth Book was a waste of time.

The moment he had a thought, the gate to the great formation opened. Zhen Yuanzi completely ignored him and walked out calmly.

"Who else wants to challenge me?" Duobao floated in mid-air, looking down at the immortals.

Where is this? This is Biyou Palace on Jin'ao Island, a sacred place of the sages.

These disciples and visitors like Deng Chanyu all traveled to the island by boat from outside; no one had ever heard of anyone flying in directly.

Even the most oblivious person would have noticed the problem: Duobao's current actions not only disrespected the guests but also the Jie Sect.

"Senior Brother, come down here. I have something to tell you." Golden Spirit Mother suppressed her anger, not wanting outsiders to see the internal strife within the Jie Sect.

Duobao sneered: "Junior sister, do you also want to try the sharpness of the Zhuxian Sword? Bound by so many rules and doctrines, do you really like yourself now? When will you be able to truly see your own heart? Think of how decisive you were when you cut off your worldly ties, but today you have become obsessed with them. It's truly pathetic."

The disciples of the Jie Sect were stunned. Their eldest brother and sister were arguing? Whose side should they take?

Xiao Wu and Qiong Xiao, though of a relatively high status, didn't like the tense atmosphere, and each of them wore a look of nervousness on their faces.

Yunxiao glanced at someone and sent a divine sense to them.

"Our senior brother's state of mind is definitely in trouble. The only way to wake him up now is to break this Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation."

Deng Chanyu replied lazily, "Are you talking to me? Didn't you say you didn't want to talk to me?"

Yunxiao: "I'm talking about serious business."

"I think the matter between us is the important one; everything else is not worth mentioning."

Yunxiao clenched her fists inside her sleeves, but on the surface she had to maintain a calm and composed expression.

After thinking it over, he finally backed down half a step: "Then you should settle the 'trivial' matter first, and then I'll talk to you about serious business."

Deng Chanyu glanced at her, while Yunxiao met her gaze without backing down. "Fine, remember what you said!"

"Stop nagging! Just go!" Yunxiao still revealed a bit of his true nature: "If I weren't so badly outmatched, would I need you? Hurry up!"

Deng Chanyu was not in a position to directly participate in the battle. At the level of Red Boy and Pigsy, her identity was completely shrouded in mystery and could not be clearly understood.

These immortals before us are different; those present today are mostly the backbone of the Xuanmen sect and direct descendants of sages.

She remained silent, and neither Guangchengzi nor Chijingzi felt comfortable making a sound.

In the eyes of the immortals, Deng Chanyu seemed to awaken from her reverie and, as if discovering a new continent, stared in astonishment at Ksitigarbha, whose body was stained with blood.

“Nephew Ksitigarbha, I was only distracted for a short time, how did you get so badly injured? How am I supposed to face Brother Cundi after this?”

Maitreya quickly turned his face to the other side, thinking, "Your acting is just too exaggerated!"
Ksitigarbha didn't mind such a small matter. He was happy as long as someone could beat up Duobao and vent his anger. As for who it was, he didn't care.

He climbed up the pole, trembling as he said, "Please, Uncle-Master, uphold justice for your disciple!"

Deng Chanyu turned around and glanced at Duobao.

The immortals were all overjoyed, eagerly awaiting the legendary "Yuqing" to make his move.

Duobao showed no fear in his eyes. He was somewhat disappointed that the two weaklings had failed to test the limits of his lightning path. Now that Deng Chanyu, whose strength surpassed all the immortals, was about to make a move, he couldn't be happier.

"Fellow Daoist, would you also be willing to offer your guidance? Please enter the formation!"

I considered myself to be on the same level as Deng Chanyu. I used to call her "Shishu" (a term of respect for a senior martial arts master), but now I'm directly calling her "Daoist."

Deng Chanyu carefully observed his expression. This Duobao was indeed seriously ill. Although his personality had not changed drastically, he was at least very different from before.

Is this the consequence of creating a female clone? Terrifying!
Before the immortals' eyes flashed, they saw Deng Chanyu suddenly produce a long, narrow, and ancient-looking sword.

She held up the longsword and gestured at Ksitigarbha's bald head: "Is this the Immortal Slaying Sword that you forged yourself, young friend? It looks quite unique, with such ingenious forging techniques."

Her actions were completely unexpected, as casually as if she had picked up a wooden sword from the roadside.

Ke Duobao, Zhen Yuanzi, and Xuandu, these quasi-saints, were all greatly shocked.

You didn't even enter the formation, so how did you manage to take out the Immortal Slaughtering Sword, one of the formation's key elements?

If you wanted to, wouldn't you be able to break the formation instantly?

Duobao's face turned ashen; his arrogance vanished, replaced by extreme nervousness.

With a flick of her wrist, Deng Chanyu sent the replica Immortal Slaughtering Sword back into the formation: "Your formation method is a bit different from Brother Tongtian's. You overemphasize killing intent, which makes you lose overall coordination and ultimately falls short."

She stood up and said, "In principle, I shouldn't bully the weak, but since you injured my junior brother Ksitigarbha, I have to give you an explanation. Today, I will help my two senior brothers, Jieyin and Zhunti."

Previously, Ksitigarbha and Zhen Yuanzi entered the formation first, followed by Duobao. This time, she made a gesture, indicating that Duobao should enter the formation first, and that she would go in after Duobao was ready.

Duobao, with a gloomy face, didn't say a word and hurriedly entered the formation to reinforce the Four Swords of Zhuxian. It was because Deng Chanyu's act of taking one of his swords without anyone noticing was too frightening.

(End of this chapter)