Assisting the male protagonist to become a god: The first spiritualist

Fu Sheng hadn't expected that her attempt to express goodwill would backfire and anger Jun Wuchi so much. She hurriedly explained, "I did attack you, but that was only before! I don't mean to kill you now! Really!!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Su, who was standing to the side, shifted her gaze and looked at her.

Jun Wuchi was now burning with rage and could no longer hear Fu Sheng's words. He took it as another attempt to deceive him and said, "Do you really think I'm so easy to fool?!"

The crimson flames on his body suddenly erupted and burned towards Fu Sheng.

Yan Su's expression hardened, and he immediately activated the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, intending to protect Fu Sheng.

When Yan Su and Jun Wuchi fought before, neither of them used their different flames, because it was difficult to determine the strength of different flames. Both of them had different flames, and even if they summoned them, they would not cause any real damage to the other.

However, for those who do not possess a different kind of fire, it poses a great threat.

However, just as the Red Lotus Karmic Fire ignited, a white flame suddenly shot up from Fu Sheng's body.

Yan Su was taken aback when she saw the fire.

This is... the snow and fire of Tianshan...

Fu Sheng was unaware that he had made a pact with Tianshan Snowfire.

The red lotus that had just ignited around Yan Su immediately went out.

With the Tianshan Snowfire present, Junwuchi's Crimson Netherfire couldn't harm Fusheng in the slightest.

Thinking of this, Yan Su suddenly had an idea and looked at Jun Wuchi's expression.

When Jun Wuchi saw the Tianshan Snow Fire appear around Fusheng, he showed no surprise whatsoever.

In other words... he already knew.

Jun Wuchi knew that the Floating Life Contract contained the Heavenly Mountain Snow and Fire.

He attacked Fusheng with such ferocity, but his actual destructive power was zero.

In fact, he summoned the Crimson Netherfire to attack only after he knew that Fu Sheng had made a contract with the Heavenly Mountain Snow Fire.

Even though he looked extremely angry, he still didn't want to kill Fu Sheng.

Yan Su, with her keen intuition, saw through everything in an instant, but Fu Sheng was oblivious. Seeing Jun Wuchi attack with the Crimson Netherfire, she assumed he was truly enraged and wanted to kill her. Only when she saw the Heavenly Mountain Snow Fire protecting her did she secretly breathe a sigh of relief, thinking with a sliver of hope—

Thank goodness... thank goodness...

Fortunately, she made a contract with Tianshan Snowfire.

“Miss Fusheng is truly a good friend of my mother.” Jun Wuchi sneered, his pair of dark purple eyes filled with coldness. “She is wearing the bracelet given to her by my mother, and is bound to my mother’s strange fire. Now, she wants to steal the divine sword that my mother left me.”

“Miss Fusheng has truly lived up to my mother’s expectations, and truly lived up to… this lord’s expectations.”

The sarcastic tone made Fu Sheng feel embarrassed; these words made her sound like a heartless and ungrateful person.

Fu Sheng did feel guilty towards Jun Wuchi because of Ying Li, but he felt wronged and unconvinced by his words. He raised his voice to defend himself, saying, "The bracelet was indeed given to me by Sister Ying Li, but the matter of the strange fire was something that happened after your mother passed away. The Tianshan Snow Fire was stranded outside and took the initiative to form a contract with me."

"I don't deny that Tianshan Xuehuo made a pact with me because of your mother, but what does that have to do with me? I didn't fight for it, I didn't scheme for it, so how can you say I've wronged Sister Yingli?"

"As for Qianqiuxue..." Fusheng hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "It's not yours at all. Your mother never intended to leave Qianqiuxue to you!"

Upon hearing this, Jun Wuchi's face instantly darkened: "What did you say?"

Judging from Jun Wuchi's reaction, Fu Sheng knew that he must believe that Qian Qiuxue was left to him by his mother, and what she was saying now was really cruel to Jun Wuchi.

But the truth will eventually be revealed.

The words had already been spoken, so there was less pressure when saying them again. Fu Sheng looked at Jun Wuchi and explained, "Qianqiu Xue was indeed created by your mother, but before she died, she entrusted it to Nalan Ruoxi, asking Nalan Ruoxi to give Qianqiu Xue to the son of your father's former fiancée, or to Nalan Ruoxi's own child... She never intended to give Qianqiu Xue to you."

Fu Sheng's words not only involved Jun Wuchi's mother, but also Yan Su's mother.

Yan Su's eyes immediately turned to look at them.

“Nalan Ruoxi? The son of my father’s former fiancée?” Jun Wuchi found Fu Sheng’s words utterly absurd. “Are you going to say that you saw these things in my Heart-Tracing Realm again? Fu Sheng, have I been too lenient with you, to the point that you dare to use my mother as an excuse to deceive me?”

“My father has only ever married my mother. How could he have a former fiancée? Even if he did, my mother would be too jealous to give Qianqiuxue to that woman’s son.”

"As for Nalan Ruoxi, I told you before that I have absolutely no impression of her, nor do I have any memory of seeing her in my childhood as you claim! You fabricated this relationship between my mother and Nalan Ruoxi, and I thought it was to make me show mercy to Yan Su because of my mother's sake. I never expected that you would have such a deeper intention, with your target being Qian Qiuxue!"

"Do you really think I'm a three-year-old child, that I'd believe your words and hand over Qianqiuxue to Yan Su so easily?!"

Jun Wuchi's voice was cold and sinister.

"...I thought that after you saw the memories of the Heart-Tracing Realm, you would feel sorry for my mother and understand me...I never expected that you would use this for your own benefit and even fabricate such a story. Fu Sheng, you have a lot of nerve..."

Jun Wuchi grew angrier as he spoke, his eyes turning crimson and the deep purple in his pupils becoming increasingly intense, almost overflowing.

Ying Li was Jun Wuchi's bottom line; he couldn't accept anyone using his mother to deceive him.

Even Fu Sheng wouldn't be able to do it.

Driven by rage, the Chaos Pearl hummed and trembled, its purple lightning surging and transforming into a fierce beam of light that hurtled straight toward Fu Sheng!

Fu Sheng was startled, and the crescent-shaped blade hovering beside her moved in response, its light shining brightly, like a small moon in the sky, fiercely meeting the purple lightning.

"clang--!"

The glowing moonlight and the purplish-black lightning collided with a deafening clang.

The Chaos Pearl was controlled by Jun Wuchi, but the Moon Wheel Blade had its own consciousness and could fight on its own without Fusheng having to manipulate it.

Jun Wuchi was already consumed by rage, and he showed no mercy, unleashing wave after wave of spiritual power.

The aftershocks of the clash between the two forces swept past like blades. Fu Sheng, being only at the Refinement stage, felt a sharp pain in her chest. She forced down the blood rising in her throat and shouted, "I didn't lie to you! Your father's ex-fiancée's name was Feng Zhi. You can look it up yourself when you get back! The reason your father fell in love with your mother was because she was cursed with the Red Silk Gu, which is why he fell in love with her at first sight..."

Before Fu Sheng could finish speaking, Jun Wuchi, enraged beyond measure, struck him in the chest with a burst of spiritual energy, sending him flying backward and crashing to the ground, where he vomited a pool of blood.

Fu Sheng had already suffered severe internal injuries due to Su Yun's oppressive aura, and his condition was not good to begin with. Now, he was hit by Jun Wuchi, a Mahayana stage cultivator. With the new injuries added to the old ones, he immediately felt dizzy and his vision went black.

"Not only did they deceive me, but now they're even slandering my father."

Jun Wuchi had completely gone mad and was no longer the same as before. He took a long stride, approaching Fu Sheng step by step, looking down at her with eyes as cold as ice: "Are you going to say that my mother used the Red Silk Gu on my father so that she could become the Alliance Leader's wife? Are you going to say that I am a bastard who has usurped the position?"

"..."

Fu Sheng felt her ears ringing, and the sounds from the outside world were blocked by a thick fog. She could barely hear what Jun Wuchi was saying. She had been attacked by Jun Wuchi several times before, but this attack was more terrifying than any of the previous ones. It made her feel as if all the bones in her body were being shattered, and every breath was accompanied by a tearing pain.

Is this the power of the Mahayana stage...?

Tianshan Snowfire rushed to Junwuchi's side in a hurry, its flames flickering and leaping wildly, as if worried about Junwuchi's condition, or as if desperately trying to defend Fusheng.

But in the eyes of Jun Wuchi, who had already lost his mind, it was like a provocation.

His eyes flashed with murderous intent, and with a blank expression, he raised a hand. The Crimson Netherfire instantly spread out, completely blocking the Heavenly Mountain Snow Fire from getting even a fraction of a second closer to him.

Immediately, that cold, bloodthirsty gaze was fixed on Fu Sheng once again.

A terrifying, suffocating spiritual power slowly condensed in his palm, his voice as indifferent as the pronouncement of death: "Aren't you going to draw your spirit yet? If you don't make a move against me, I'll kill you."

Fu Sheng's lips trembled palely, the tinnitus gradually subsided, and she finally heard Jun Wuchi's words clearly. But her limbs and bones felt as if they were being crushed inch by inch, her chest was churning with blood, and she kept choking on a mouthful of bloody taste. She didn't even have the strength to lift a finger, let alone fight back with Hua Ling. At this moment, even just holding on to avoid fainting was her limit.

Seeing her like this, Jun Wuchi's expression remained cold and hard, but the deadly spiritual power that had been gathering in his palm did not fall for a long time.

Just then, an extremely chilling killing intent suddenly swept in from the side—

It's Yan Su.

Although his meridians were completely destroyed, and he could barely stand, and could not muster any spiritual power, he still used his domain to condense a sky full of ice shards and snow fragments, and recklessly crashed into Jun Wuchi.

Jun Wuchi was unexpectedly hit by the attack. He slowly turned his head, and his killing intent instantly locked onto Yan Su.

This source of trouble, yet dared to stand in his way.

"Since you're in such a hurry to die—"

"Then I'll kill you first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jun Wuchi's aura suddenly exploded, and the terrifying spiritual power that had been condensed for a long time in his hand turned its attack target and headed straight for Yan Su.

The wind and snow were torn apart by this murderous intent, and even the air seemed to freeze.

Yan Su's eyes were as dark as an abyss, and his temperament was aloof and cold. He was completely different from Jun Wuchi's violent madness at this moment. The more critical the situation was and the more disadvantaged he was, the calmer and more composed he became.

His phoenix eyes were fixed on the killing move coming towards him, and with a flick of his fingertips, another spatial domain quietly unfolded.

The air seemed to solidify, as if there was an invisible, thick resistance. Jun Wuchi's violent spiritual power was slowed down and distorted layer by layer in front of him, and its speed dropped sharply.

Yan Su did not move, but the wind and snow on the top of the entire snow mountain swirled wildly beneath his feet, ice shards condensed into sharp points, and cold mist turned into chains, sweeping fiercely toward Jun Wuchi.

Jun Wuchi scoffed lightly, his spiritual energy surging around him, and with a casual flick of his wrist, he crushed most of the ice blades.

The remaining chill still brushed against his cheeks, drawing out traces of blood.

Even now, Yan Su still has energy left to spare.

Jun Wuchi's eyes flickered with a purple light as he stared intently at Yan Su.

Suddenly, without warning, he remembered the wizard standing beside him in the Divine Tomb last year, looking at Yan Su on the summit of Divine Dream Mountain, and then saying to him indifferently—Young Master, you are not as good as him.

"Why……"

Jun Wuchi parted his lips slightly and murmured softly.

The three barely audible words scattered in the wind and snow, carried to Yan Su's ears. His expression shifted slightly, and he raised his eyes, his clear, cold phoenix eyes gazing at Jun Wuchi.

Jun Wuchi's ghostly, dark purple eyes fixed on Yan Su. For the first time, he softly uttered the words that had been suppressed in his heart for so long:

"...Why am I not as good as you?"

There was no hatred, no anger, and no resentment in these words; they were just a simple, almost bewildered, muttered question to myself.

Unlike the brooding and gloomy Lan Huaiyu, Jun Wuchi has always been unruly and arrogant. Although his mother's death is a nightmare he can't shake off, apart from that, his life can be described as smooth sailing.

His father doted on him, his subordinates were loyal to him, and the wizard devoted himself to cultivating him.

The people of the world either respected or feared him, but no one dared to treat him with the slightest disrespect.

From childhood to adulthood, he has always been the one who is looked up to, and has never envied anyone.

But all of this began to change subtly from the moment Yan Su was born.

He remembered clearly that in the year Yan Su was born, the wizard, who had always focused solely on him and never concerned himself with worldly affairs, asked him for the first time: "I heard that the Yan family has given birth to a prodigy?"

Kirinzi.

The reason for this name is that on the day Yan Su was born, auspicious omens descended from the sky, and fiery clouds condensed into the shape of a crimson Qilin above the Yan family.

This incident caused a sensation throughout the cultivation world, becoming a hot topic and known to everyone. The name "Yan Family's Prodigy" spread far and wide.

The last time the cultivation world was so shaken was when he was three years old, when the Heavenly Decree revealed that he possessed ten layers of destiny.

But Yan Su was not as disappointing as him. He entered Qi into his body at the age of six, and thereafter he was far ahead of others, constantly breaking the records of the ancestors of Shenyuan Continent.

Even his father was amazed when he heard about Yan Su.

Just like the people's bets on him back then, there were countless betting schemes set up for Yan Su among the common people. But this time, everyone gambled with great enthusiasm, and the discussions were heated.

Yan Su has never disappointed the world, whether in the past or present, whether in glory or in despair. His talent has never been controversial—unlike him.

He didn't want to admit it, but deep down, he was actually quite envious...

As a child, he had always dreamed of becoming someone as brilliant and talented as Yan Su.

But why, why...

Why didn't he succeed? Double pupils are hereditary, the Chaos Pearl was a gift from his father, the Ya Feng was left by his mother, and the Crimson Netherfire was handed over by the wizard.

Even his current Mahayana stage cultivation level was not something he had truly cultivated himself...

Why did he, as the young master of the Immortal Alliance, inherit neither his father's talent for cultivation nor his mother's talent for refining weapons and pills?

Why did the Heavenly Decree reveal his tenfold destiny and give him boundless expectations, yet still allow him to live such an ordinary life?

Why did he cultivate so diligently back then, yet still not live to see his mother witness the day he guided Qi into his body?

Why did he choose to draw qi into his body at the very moment his mother died, instead of earlier or later? In the end, he caused a violent spiritual hurricane, and he couldn't even protect his mother's body.