Junior Uncle is too cunning.

As Chen Fusheng's primordial spirit poured in, the statue of the God of Wealth slowly lit up.

Sanbao's eyes lit up, and he respectfully bowed to the statue of the God of Wealth, saying, "Sanbao greets the God of Wealth."

The other high-ranking members of the Dao Alliance smiled slightly and bowed.

"We still have to thank the God of Wealth this time, otherwise our human race would have suffered heavy losses," Sanbao said, his face turning somewhat gloomy. The other high-ranking members of the Dao Alliance also felt somewhat ashamed, having been tricked by the Dragon Clan for so long. If it weren't for the God of Wealth's notification, the hundreds of millions of people in the eastern part of the human race would have suffered even greater losses.

Chen Fusheng was deep in thought. What seemed like a thank-you gift was, in his view, more than half of it was a test.

After thinking for a moment, he activated the incense in the God of Wealth Seal, which slowly surged towards the statue of the God of Wealth. Soon after, a phantom figure appeared in the Dao Alliance meeting room.

"This God of Wealth greets all fellow Daoists. This is merely fulfilling a wish, so there is no need for thanks."

Seeing that the statue of the God of Wealth had lost its luster, Sanbao and the others knew that it had departed. They exchanged a glance and had someone remove the statue.

Only after the statue of the God of Wealth left did Sanbao ask the crowd, "What do you think of this God of Wealth?"

"Cannot be looked at directly"

"Unknown origins"

"Cannot see through"

……

A hint of seriousness flashed in Sanbao's eyes. He looked at everyone and said, "Alright, this is just to meet this God of Wealth. The most important thing now is how to settle the hundreds of millions of human people and how to deal with the Dragon Clan?"

“Kill them, otherwise the wrath of the immortals will not be appeased.”

"Yes, stop killing with killing."

……

A strategy to deal with the dragons was quickly devised. Although humans were reluctant to start a bloodbath, they were never lacking in passion and courage.

However, the Dragon Clan's policy of stopping the rain stumped the high-ranking members of the Dao Alliance. After thinking for a long time, they couldn't come up with any clever solutions. They could only resort to a desperate measure: the immortals had to endure some hardship and carry out artificial rainmaking in one area after another.

Just then, Yu Tingting from the Flower Chamber of Commerce spoke up, "How about we try the God of Wealth's side?"

Everyone's eyes lit up. "That's right, the God of Wealth is also a god. Why not just ask him to cast a spell to bring rain?"

Sanbao glanced at Yu Tingting, and was surprised when he thought of the recent rumors about the president.

Sanbao thought about it carefully and shook his head. "I'm afraid it won't work. Although the God of Wealth is also a god, he is the god who protects wealth and brings blessings, while the art of rainmaking is under the control of the God of Rain. Even if the God of Wealth is willing, he can't help much."

In the end, they decided to first send rain to save people, and then go and have a proper talk with the dragons about this matter.

Sanbao watched everyone leave, feeling somewhat aggrieved. Being controlled by others was unpleasant. It seemed he needed to report this to his superiors, ensuring that the divine authority over thunder and rain could no longer be controlled by the dragon clan.

After the statue of the God of Wealth was removed, Chen Fusheng stopped paying attention to it, lay down on the bed, picked up the God of Wealth seal and started playing with it... and got to work.

"God of Wealth above, please bless me with great fortune this time, may wealth flow in, and I will definitely rebuild your golden statue afterwards."

Chen Fusheng glanced at him. This man had just opened a gambling den and seemed to be quite filial and hardworking. He was worth keeping an eye on.

It made a mark below.

"God of Wealth above, please bless us with a successful voyage and a safe return. We will surely offer you the fattest and biggest fish as a tribute."

This man was a fisherman who was going out to sea to fish with the villagers. When Chen Fusheng saw this, his eyes lit up. Fishing meant killing sea creatures. If the sea creatures were weak, it would weaken the foundation of the dragon race.

“This idea must be supported,” Chen Fusheng said, casting a spell to give him two wealth-attracting powers.

"God of Wealth above, please bless me so that this time it will definitely be a boy..." Chen Fusheng looked at the letter and smiled bitterly to himself. Sister, you've prayed to the wrong person. I really can't make this decision for you!

"May the God of Wealth bless me with abundant wealth and prosperity throughout the land."

—A lazy beggar who loves to eat and does nothing.

"God of Wealth above, please bless me with abundant wealth tomorrow, so that I may dominate all directions."

—A spendthrift gambler.

……

"What is all this?"

Chen Fusheng shook his head, threw the things into a corner, stood up and stretched, "It seems being a god isn't easy."

After wandering around outside, Chen Fusheng learned that Ling Ling had just returned and then left again. This made Chen Fusheng happy for a long time, thinking he could hide for as long as possible.

For the next two weeks, Donghai Town was peaceful and tranquil, except for the occasional sight of immortals flying around in the sky.

Chen Fusheng would refine the Immortal-Slaying Spear during the day and wield the God of Wealth Seal at night, responding to the bizarre requests of his believers.

“By the God of Wealth, Qiao An, the Second-Class God of Wealth, has urgent news to report.”

Qiao An's sudden letter directly disrupted Chen Fusheng's calm, and he picked it up to read it.

"There have been changes in Xiongyou Village."

Chen Fusheng's expression changed. Poison General... oops, Xiong Yiyi is in danger! This won't do. She's an important bargaining chip in dealing with the Dragon Clan in the future.

Having nothing else to do, Chen Fusheng told Yang Fugui and set off lightly.

He quietly entered the village and quickly scanned it with his divine sense. He breathed a sigh of relief, relieved that Du Jiang was alright. However, seeing her rosy and radiant face, Chen Fusheng was also happy.

After a thorough search of the village, no problems were found. Chen Fusheng frowned. Could it be that Qiao An's information was wrong?

His divine sense spread outwards, until it reached the East China Sea and discovered some clues.

Upon reaching the seaside, he discovered that two Xuanxian True Dragons were lurking in the seabed. He almost didn't notice them if he hadn't been so close, but they seemed to be searching for something.

"Could they be the parents of that black dragon?"

Chen Fusheng suddenly remembered that he had killed the black dragon right here. Now, two Xuanxian True Dragons had suddenly appeared. He didn't believe it was unrelated.

His first thought was to kill them directly, but he shook his head as soon as he thought of it. Even if he was confident that he could kill them with his spear, the commotion would definitely be significant, and it would be too easy to attract the attention of the experts in Donghai Town.

After thinking for a long time, I decided it would be best to have the God of Wealth intervene.

He calmed his breathing and stayed quietly in place. Chen Fusheng felt that he hadn't done this action in a long time and missed it a little.

They stayed there for three days before the two dragons finally swam towards the deep sea.

Chen Fusheng secretly followed behind, wanting to find out what the two were all about.

Both sides moved quickly and soon entered the deep sea. He knew he couldn't chase any further, so he patted Zhu Wuneng's head and whispered, "Get to work."

Zhu Wuneng dodged out of the way, turned a corner, and began to overtake from the outside.

After walking for another quarter of an hour, news of Zhu Wuneng finally arrived. Chen Fusheng looked at the two real dragons, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth, and his blood slowly began to boil from the bottom of his heart.

It wasn't until Erlong stepped into Zhu Wuneng's illusion array that Chen Fusheng knew his chance had come. He recklessly burned incense, and the God of Wealth Seal grew larger, shining its light directly at the illusion array.

"Knot"

A golden gauze cloth was placed over the formation, and soon a huge incense barrier was formed, surrounding the two dragons. Watching the two dragons roaring and jumping around, no news could be heard from the outside.

“Not bad,” Chen Fusheng nodded, and then slipped inside.

One was an early-stage Xuanxian, the other a mid-stage Xuanxian. After exchanging a glance with Zhu Wuneng, Chen Fusheng flew towards the mid-stage Xuanxian true dragon.

Zhu Wu can take care of dealing with that initial true dragon.

"This should be a good test subject," Chen Fusheng thought, already feeling a little restless.

He slowly took out the Immortal-Slaying Spear, gently patted it to comfort it, and the spear finally calmed down.

The reason we didn't use the Seven Star Formation directly this time was to test the power of the Immortal Slayer Spear, which could also be considered as sharpening it.

The true dragon looked at Chen Fusheng, who had appeared, with hatred in his eyes. He sensed that Chen Fusheng carried the scent of the black dragon, the one who had killed his son, his only bloodline.

With a roar, it lashed out at Chen Fusheng, flicked its tail, and charged towards him.

Chen Fusheng was still a little unaccustomed to it. Dragons usually made a few harsh words before they started training, and this dragon was a bit out of character.

Regardless of the consequences, with the Immortal-Slaying Spear in hand, Chen Fusheng truly felt as if the spear was still there.

Chen Fusheng gripped the back of the gun tightly with both hands and thrust it forward forcefully towards the dragon's head.

With a "ding," Chen Fusheng disappeared from the formation, while the dragon's body continued to advance without wavering.