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

With Jun Wuchi gone, Fu Sheng and Yan Su turned their attention to Qian Qiuxue.

Qianqiuxue remained suspended silently. Even as Fusheng and Yansu approached it, it showed no intention of flying away or avoiding them.

Although it was unclear how Ying Li managed to integrate the strange fire into a sword, it was clear that Qian Qiuxue exuded a chilling aura that was exactly the same as the Tianshan Snow Fire.

"Why did Qianqiuxue protect you just now? Could it be that it was reborn along with you?" Fusheng asked suspiciously.

Yan Su shook her head. "I don't know, but it only protected me that one time."

“But the time it protected us was when the God Lord attacked us…” Fu Sheng exclaimed in surprise.

She had always known that Qian Qiuxue was powerful, but Su Yun's attack at that time was not an ordinary attack. He used the white jade chessboard, which was clearly a killing move he had put all his strength into.

Qian Qiuxue, however, blocked it directly.

Even now, when Fu Sheng recalls that scene, he still finds it unbelievable.

It's just a divine sword. No matter how powerful it is, it's still just a sword... It actually managed to block the God Lord's killing move.

Judging from Su Yun's reaction at the time, he was clearly extremely shocked.

Fu Sheng scrutinized Qian Qiuxue; the closer she got, the clearer her features became.

The sword's blade was entirely white, a whiteness unlike that of ordinary jade, but rather like the ancient, clear radiance of an icy peak in a celestial realm. Its purity exuded an awe-inspiring, unapproachable sacredness, and a chilling aura emanated from it, not fierce, yet terrifying. The sword's spine resembled a straight star trail descending from the Milky Way, its blade as sharp as solidified moonlight. Its flowing silver frost revealed no trace of worldly dust, yet it possessed a silent, overwhelming power that could crush eternity.

So close, yet the sword's intent seemed to penetrate to the bone. Just by standing there quietly, it exuded immense power, as if a mere whisper could stir up wind and snow and sever the mortal world.

"So beautiful..." Fu Sheng was almost mesmerized by the sight and exclaimed in admiration.

She had seen Qian Qiuxue in Yan Su's nightmare.

At that time, the sword was stuck in Yan Su's heart. When she first saw it, she felt its imposing power and its unique and aloof appearance. However, what she saw in her memory at that time was not as impactful as witnessing it with her own eyes in reality.

Yan Su was also looking at Qian Qiuxue.

In fact, it had only been a year and a half since he was reborn and returned.

But looking at Qian Qiuxue now, I feel as if I've lived in another world.

He died alongside Qian Qiuxue.

In his previous life, he had few friends. It was Qian Qiuxue who accompanied him through countless hardships.

It would be a lie to say he wasn't excited at that moment.

Yan Su raised her hand and reached for the hilt of Qian Qiuxue's sword.

Fu Sheng watched from the side, unable to help but hold her breath, her gaze fixed on the scene.

Logically speaking, such a peerless divine sword should be extremely difficult to obtain.

Especially swords with sword spirits, which have their own pride, will inevitably face many hardships if one tries to form a contract with them, even if one does not pass the eighty-one trials.

Now—when Yan Su’s hand approached Qian Qiuxue, it showed absolutely no resistance or opposition. Unlike its proud and sharp appearance, it was obedient and gentle.

Yan Su easily grasped the hilt of Qian Qiuxue's sword and took it in her hand.

It was the same in my previous life.

When Yan Su arrived at the snow mountain, Qianqiuxue was born. He then formed a contract with her, and the whole process was extremely smooth, requiring almost no effort.

Fu Sheng stared at it for a while, then couldn't help but ask, "Can I...can I touch it?"

She really thought the snow was beautiful.

"Give it a try." Yan Su hesitated for a moment, then handed the sword to Fu Sheng. "Be careful."

His hesitation was not out of reluctance, but because he was worried that Qianqiuxue would hurt Fusheng.

Just like when the Moon Wheel Scimitar was in Si Mu's hands, it caused Si Mu a lot of trouble, but it was much more obedient to Fu Sheng.

Of course, this obedience is only relative. For Fu Sheng, she doesn't think Yue Lun is obedient at all.

Fu Sheng knew that Qian Qiuxue had a sword spirit. Her question just now wasn't actually directed at Yan Su, but rather a subtle, indirect inquiry into Qian Qiuxue.

Seeing that Qian Qiuxue didn't react after she finished speaking and remained quietly lying in Yan Su's hand, she nervously pursed her lips and then carefully reached out her hand.

Fu Sheng kept a close eye on Qian Qiuxue, afraid that it might suddenly become unhappy and attack him.

Yan Su remained vigilant, ready to immediately stop Qian Qiuxue if she attacked Fu Sheng.

However, Qian Qiuxue remained silent, as if she didn't care at all about Fusheng's approach.

Just as Fu Sheng's fingers were about to touch Qian Qiuxue, a sound of something cutting through the air was heard, followed by a gleaming blade of light.

Yan Su's gaze sharpened instantly, and Fu Sheng was startled, quickly withdrawing her hand to narrowly avoid the cold glint.

If it had been any slower... my finger would have been cut off.

Fu Sheng was still shaken. When he saw the true form of the blade, his face darkened, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Moon Wheel!!!"

That blade of light was emitted by the moon wheel.

Hearing Fu Sheng's angry roar, it leisurely flew to Fu Sheng and landed in front of her, as if confronting her.

Sensing the obvious displeasure emanating from the moon, Fu Sheng huffed, "You're throwing a tantrum now!"

She wasn't hurt by Qian Qiuxue, but she was almost hurt by her own natal magic weapon. If this got out, wouldn't she be laughed to death?

Yan Su's phoenix eyes were fixed on the moon, their gaze dark and unfathomable.

Most divine artifacts possess a certain degree of consciousness, and the more powerful the artifact, the stronger its consciousness, or artifact spirit, will be.

Like Qian Qiuxue's spirit, its self-awareness was extremely strong, even to the point that it was unbelievable to him.

Most artifact spirits, such as Lan Huaiyu's Dawn and Junwuchi's Chaos Pearl, are capable of understanding commands and communicating with their contractors.

But Qian Qiuxue not only understands his instructions, she also has her own thoughts.

In his previous life, he was in danger several times, and it was Qian Qiuxue who found a way to save him each time.

Yan Su still remembers the time when he was trapped in a killing formation. It was the first time he had come into contact with a divine-level formation, and its rules were different from those of previous formations. He couldn't find the formation's core for a long time. In his moment of crisis, Qian Qiuxue appeared without being summoned, flew to the core of the formation, and stabbed him with her sword, breaking the formation for him.

He stared at Qian Qiuxue in shock, and it took him a long time to come to his senses.

A sword that can break an array, even a god-level array, is utterly unbelievable.

A sword accomplished something that even humans couldn't do.

Yan Su later became the number one immortal in the cultivation world, and he had seen many kinds of divine artifacts, but none of them had the ability to think like the spirit of Qian Qiuxue.

But right now, Fu Sheng's crescent moon scimitar gave him that feeling.

It will get angry, it will be disdainful, and even now—it will be jealous.

Such vivid and lifelike emotions are completely indistinguishable from those of a human being.

Back then, Moon Wheel used a trick to deceive Fu Sheng into making a contract with it.

This is enough to show that its spirit, just like Qianqiu Xue, is also intelligent.