Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1743 Am I a substitute?
Beneath the Tower of Babel.

Zhao Gongming's disciple Chen Jiu was excited. Beside him was Huanglong Zhenren, and behind him were more than a dozen disciples of the Jie Sect. They escorted the seriously injured and unconscious Styx Ancestor to Zhao Gongming.

"Teacher, please forgive me. Junior Brother Wang secretly infiltrated the depths of the Blood Sea and discovered the old demon's secluded retreat. Afterward, I invited Uncle-Master Huanglong to help. Following the clues, we finally found the hidden canyon, fought a bloody battle, and captured the old demon!"

Beside him stood the smug Huanglong Zhenren. This Styx was weaker than he had expected; he had defeated him in just thirty moves. However, this was not the occasion for boasting, so he smiled without saying a word, displaying the demeanor of a master.

Zhao Gongming was unaware that the Holy Mother of Golden Spirit had turned the conquest of the Blood Sea into a business, and planned to continue doing so for ten or twenty years. He was merely replacing Duobao to do the work, and after finishing, he would return to the Three Immortal Islands to be with his sister. He had no intention of wasting any time in the Blood Sea.

He looked Styx over and over again. He had seen Styx twice before, and judging from his appearance, blood aura, and magical power, there was nothing wrong with him.

This must be the River Styx!
Deng Chanyu had also said on the Three Immortal Islands that "the Styx River is very weak," and with this preconceived notion, Zhao Gongming imagined the Styx River's strength to be very low. At this time, he did not notice the problem with this substitute.

With the intention of making a swift and decisive move, and also to boost morale, Old Zhao first used his position as the leader of the allied forces to reward Huanglong and a group of disciples of the Jie Sect, and then summoned all the immortals.

Zhao Gongming first used the power of the Tower of Babel to imprison Styx's primordial spirit, preventing him from escaping using the Blood God Child's supernatural power. Then, he smashed the head of Styx's substitute with a whip.

When the immortals saw that Styx had been killed, they felt that the gate to the Blood Sea had been completely opened. How could they not rush in and take something?
Duobao sought out powerful figures to prove his own path to enlightenment. However, by the time of Jinling and Zhao Gongming, the skill levels of the immortals in the allied forces had become uneven.

Seeing the great boss, the Styx Ancestor, killed, the immortals were filled with righteous indignation and fought fiercely with the Asuras for a whole day. More than ten fortresses were breached, and the Asuras' defenses retreated again and again.

The coalition forces collectively bought everything for free, taking whatever they saw and making a fortune.

Tieguai Li found Huanglong Zhenren: "Senior brother, the Styx you captured before was probably a fake. Junior brother has already found the true Styx."

Huang Long was shocked. "Is Zun Du fake? I think that one is real."

Tieguai Li said, "Don't tell me what you think, tell me what I think. Come with me!"
Huang Long once again played the role of a henchman, following a similar routine to before, except that his companions were now Tieguai Li and his group. They once again escorted a Styx to see Zhao Gongming.

Zhao Gongming was completely bewildered. Hadn't I killed Styx? How come another one has appeared?
After examining it carefully for a long time, and even using a demon-revealing mirror to scrutinize it, I confirmed that this was indeed the River Styx.

Compared to the Allied Immortals who hesitated to fight but rushed to the front when it came to free purchases, Huang Long was a rare hero. He risked his own life and ventured into the depths of the Blood Sea several times, all to capture the Styx Ancestor.

His judgment was poor, but his actions deserve encouragement.

Old Zhao had no choice but to reward Huanglong handsomely once again, while also taking the blame for everything. In front of all the immortals, he revealed that Styx had used the Blood God Child's supernatural power to take Styx's place, and that this was now the real Styx's story.

He pulled the Styx back to the foot of the Tower of Babel, and with a lash of his whip, killed another substitute.

What I thought was the end turned out to be the beginning.

Zhao Gongming looked on with suspicion. Beside Huang Long, another heavily injured and unconscious Styx Ancestor appeared.

"Junior Brother Huanglong, tell me, how many Styx Ancestors have you captured now?"

Huang Long looked embarrassed and answered in a low voice, "The fourth one."

Zhao Gongming was speechless.

For every one captured, he executed one. The immortals were excited the first time, calm the second time, and numb the third time.

He's lost almost all his face and personal prestige, and what did he gain in return? Nothing.

These Styx Rivers are probably all fake.

If we're talking about the real gains, Huanglong was probably the one that came out most easily.
Those disciples of the Jie Sect and the Ren Sect were not strong enough. No matter how injured or how broken Styx was at the ankle, they were not capable of dealing with him. Finding a master to help them was the only option.

Among the allied forces, only Master Huanglong is strong enough and easy to talk to.

Try inviting Guang Chengzi; he's the son of Yuanshi Tianzun, and the price he'd ask for would scare you to death.

Huanglong is the most suitable.

If you ask him for help, you have to give him benefits. If you capture Styx, Zhao Gongming also has to give you a reward. All things considered, Huanglong will make a fortune!

Old Zhao had no right to speak harshly, because he couldn't distinguish between the real and fake Styx Ancestor who had been captured.

Right now, all we can do is arrest one and kill one. How long will this continue? We don't know.

When Jinling Shengmu learned that the allied forces were caught in a vicious cycle of "eating, sleeping, and killing Styx," she, who originally wanted to prolong the war, thought that Zhao Gongming was on the same wavelength as her and that this was a rare opportunity to make money. She was not in a hurry and would fight slowly.

Huanglong, spurred by his shame, made a small fortune by selling four Styx Ancestors in succession. He used the resources he had acquired, and his previously stagnant cultivation level even saw a slight increase.

As his strength increased, he set higher goals: to capture the true Styx Ancestor and wash away his shame.

Having ventured into the Blood Sea four times, each time from a different direction and along a different route, even though the Blood Sea was vast and boundless, he was now practically an expert on it. Having traversed it so many times, he was very familiar with several routes.

Without informing anyone, he ventured alone, sword in hand, into the deepest part of the sea of ​​blood once more.

"Are you Styx's stand-in?" Huanglong Zhenren asked bluntly, pointing his sword at the Styx Ancestor before him.

This was a dark underground cave. Huanglong Zhenren thought he was familiar with the Blood Sea, but after walking for seven days, he still got lost.

As I walked, I arrived here. I originally thought that this kind of place might contain precious natural treasures, but I didn't expect to see another Styx Ancestor deep in the cave.

Are you a bedbug? How come you're everywhere?
"I've become a substitute?" Styx's face was gloomy, and even the stone pillar behind him, on which the Blood God's consciousness relied, emitted a dazzling halo.

The fact that a plan spanning billions of years was discovered just before its success was unbearable for the Blood God.

"This guy is very bloodthirsty. Kill him and use his blood as the final sacrifice!"

Following the Blood God's command, the Styx Ancestor transformed into a cloud of blood and charged forward with a roar.

Huanglong Zhenren immediately realized the power of this "stand-in" and hurriedly raised his sword to parry. The unexpected force struck the sword, and the Dragon Fang Sword groaned under the strain, breaking in two with a "crack". Huanglong was also sent flying by Styx's attack.

(End of this chapter)