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

Chapter 618 The Unowned Sword Protects Its Master.

High in the sky, Su Yun paused almost imperceptibly.

He sensed a faint, ancient aura, far beyond the present world, emerging. It was so faint as to be almost an illusion. He felt a slight chill, his brows furrowed, and he subconsciously looked in the direction he sensed.

In that instant of hesitation—

hum...

A clear, resonant, and timeless sword cry suddenly shattered the silence.

The newly born and yet-to-be-mastered Thousand Autumns Snow, which had been hanging high above the snow-capped mountain, suddenly unsheathed itself. Its soft light surpassed that of snow, and its clear radiance resembled that of the moon. The snow-white sword blade unfurled in the wind and snow, arriving just as the black and white chess pieces were about to crush the two of them. Like a god blocking the way, it steadily stood in front of Fu Sheng and Yan Su.

Ding--

A clear sound resonated throughout the heavens.

The black and white chess pieces, enough to crush the two in one blow, all crashed into the spiritual waves rippled from Qianqiuxue's sword.

The sword light flowed like a celestial river falling, steadily isolating the overwhelming divine power.

A sword without a master will protect its master on its own.

Su Yun's aura suddenly froze, and for the first time, his eyes, which had always been as indifferent as the bright moon, surged with turbulent waves.

This sudden change was so abrupt that he even forgot the aura he had just sensed.

As for Fu Sheng, the moment Qian Qiuxue appeared and blocked the killing move, she seemed to instinctively sense that the crisis had dissipated. The golden runes in her eyes faded away like the tide, silently and without leaving a trace. Even she herself did not notice that fleeting change.

Her mind seemed to be in a daze for a moment. The change she had just experienced on the verge of life and death felt like a dream. She felt the pressure that had almost crushed her soul dissipate, and the suffocating feeling vanished, leaving only the lightness and dazedness of surviving a catastrophe.

The next moment, she finally saw the scene before her clearly—

The newly born, ownerless and helpless Thousand Autumns Snow Sword was quietly suspended in front of her and Yan Su, its sword light warm and its spiritual waves gently rippling.

Was it Qian Qiuxue who blocked that fatal blow for them?

Fu Sheng stared blankly at the long sword in front of him, which was as white as snow and as bright as the moon, his heart filled with disbelief.

Qian Qiuxue hadn't even been bound by a contract yet... but she actually showed up and saved them?

Could it be because of some connection with Yan Su, the master of the previous life?

Fu Sheng was surprised and turned to look at Yan Su's expression.

But Yan Su was staring intently at him, his eyes deep and unfathomable, completely ignoring Qian Qiuxue who was standing right in front of him.

Fu Sheng had originally wanted to see Yan Su's surprised expression when he saw Qian Qiuxue protecting him, but instead he was met with this strange look in Yan Su's eyes. He was slightly taken aback and asked in surprise, "...Why are you staring at me?"

Although she knew that Yan Su loved her very much, she thought that even now, he still only had eyes for her.

“You just now…” Yan Su frowned, hesitating to speak.

"What just happened to me?" Seeing Yan Su frown, Fu Sheng became even more puzzled.

Yan Su stared at Fu Sheng's clear, unperturbed eyes and remained silent for a moment.

He was closest to her and had been paying attention to and caring about Fu Sheng's condition from beginning to end.

That's why he clearly caught that fleeting glint of gold in her eyes just now.

Just like back in the Immortal Crossing Secret Realm, when he fell into the inner mountain and was in dire straits, and Fu Sheng saved him—

Indifferent and aloof, detached and cold, high above, unapproachable and imposing.

"Splash—"

The black and white chess pieces collided with the sword wave that Qianqiuxue spread across the sky, their momentum abruptly halted. One by one, they were shaken to the ground, and the countless chess shadows shattered into specks of spiritual light, falling softly all over the snow mountain. Their light dimmed, their power dissipated, and they no longer possessed any of their life-giving might, just like ordinary chess pieces.

The Thousand Autumns Snow Sword hovered silently in front of Fu Sheng and Yan Su. Its clear light slowly receded, but its residual power remained. It neither directly attacked the figure in the sky, nor did it move more than an inch away from the two of them. It simply stood quietly without making any move.

The moment the chess pieces scattered, Su Yun's figure swayed.

His gentle, indifferent expression froze, and his usually composed demeanor suddenly faltered.

His lips were pale, but there seemed to be a faint trace of blood at the corners of his mouth. The overwhelming aura of power that could destroy stars and the moon around him weakened slightly without him even noticing.

He gazed at the snow-white longsword, his eyes deep and unchanging, devoid of joy or sorrow, yet seemingly surging with the power of timeless waves.

As if sorting out some thoughts, he looked at Qian Qiuxue, then at the two people behind the sword.

After a long while, a soft murmur escaped from his lips, so faint it almost vanished in the wind and snow:

"I see... I see... No wonder..."

No wonder?

No wonder what?

Fu Sheng was still wondering about Yan Su's strange reaction when she unexpectedly heard Su Yun's words from the air and looked up at him.

She didn't hear what Su Yun was muttering when she saw a burst of spiritual light around him, and the white jade chessboard in front of him slowly lost its luster and quietly disappeared.

The last ripple in Su Yun's eyes was fixed on that snow-white longsword.

Like wisps of smoke dissipating into the wind and snow, like moonlight disappearing into the clouds, without a roar, without a struggle, in an instant, the pressure, aura, and divine radiance belonging to Su Yun were all drawn out of Jun Wuchi's body, along with the black and white chess pieces scattered on the ground, dissipating into the world without a trace.

The gentle and compassionate divine aura dissipated, replaced by Jun Wuchi's unique coldness, arrogance, and piercing sharpness.

He seemed to have just woken up, his eyes still filled with confusion, but when his gaze settled on the scene before him, his expression changed.

He wasn't sure if he was shocked by Yan Su's serious injuries, by the bloodstains on Fu Sheng's lips, or by Qian Qiuxue's protective stance in front of the two of them.

In short, this scene was telling him that something he couldn't have imagined had just happened.

Seeing the change in Jun Wuchi's aura, Fu Sheng knew that Su Yun had left and had now returned to Jun Wuchi's original form. Seeing him staring at them motionless with surprise in his eyes, Fu Sheng couldn't help but say, "You were just... possessed by a wizard."

Upon hearing this, Jun Wuchi's eyes flickered slightly, but he remained silent.

Fu Sheng was unaware of whether Su Yun had possessed Jun Wuchi's body or whether Jun Wuchi himself knew about it. However, seeing that Jun Wuchi did not react much after Fu Sheng said this, she immediately understood that Jun Wuchi was aware of it.

Or rather, Su Yun's appearance just now was with his tacit approval.

Fu Sheng immediately shut his mouth and said no more.

"You've made a contract with Qianqiuxue?"

Jun Wuchi gazed at the snow-white longsword hanging in front of the two of them, narrowed his eyes, and spoke to Yan Su.

But before he could finish speaking, he sensed something was wrong and changed his words, saying, "No... it hasn't been contracted yet."

Unclaimed artifacts and artifacts with owners will have certain differences in their aura; they can be distinguished with a little attention.

The sword aura of Qianqiuxue before me is clean and pure, without any restraint from the laws of heaven and earth, clearly unrestricted by the power of the contract.

He didn't know why the wizard hadn't killed Yan Su, and when he called out to the wizard in his consciousness, he received no response.

Although he didn't know exactly what had happened, he was determined to get Qianqiuxue.

Jun Wuchi's eyes were dark and deep, and five Chaos Pearls appeared around him. He slowly landed from the sky and walked step by step towards Fu Sheng and Yan Su.

Seeing Jun Wuchi approaching, Fu Sheng felt a constant alarm bell ringing in her heart. Yan Su even stretched out his arm to block her, his face cold and stern as he protected Fu Sheng behind him.

"Heh, with your meridians completely destroyed, you shouldn't be able to use your spiritual energy right now, right?" Jun Wuchi scanned Yan Su's physical condition with his divine sense and sneered, "You don't actually think that you can still fight me in your current state, do you?"

Yan Su was already struggling to stay upright, and now he could only stand by sheer willpower. When his injuries were exposed, he simply pursed his thin lips, his expression as cold and hard as iron.

Upon hearing Jun Wuchi's words, Fu Sheng's heart trembled violently, and she looked at Yan Su: "Is what he said true?"

She then realized with a start that although Yan Su's fatal blow to Su Yun was terrifying, it was entirely driven by the power of his domain and the Red Lotus Karmic Fire; he himself had not used a single bit of spiritual power.

Hearing the anxiety and concern in Fu Sheng's tone, Yan Su remained silent, her lips pursed.

But silence is also a form of response.

While Fu Sheng was worried about Yan Su's health, her heart also jumped into her throat.

In his prime, Yan Su could only fight Jun Wuchi to a draw, but now that he is seriously injured, how can he possibly stop Jun Wuchi?

Seeing Qian Qiuxue hovering motionless in front of him, Fu Sheng felt a chill and immediately stepped forward to try and snatch the sword.

Since Yan Su was unable to move, she had to take action.

Fortunately, Qian Qiuxue did not flee far away, but hovered only three feet in front of them, which was the perfect opportunity for them.

Regardless of the consequences, as long as she got her hands on Qianqiu Xue, she immediately grabbed Yan Suhua and fled.

But ideals are often grand, while reality is often harsh.

Even though she relied on surprise attacks and had pushed her speed to the limit, the gap between the Void Refinement stage and the Mahayana stage was like an insurmountable chasm. No matter how fast she was, in Jun Wuchi's eyes, she was as slow as a child.

Seeing Fu Sheng snatch Qian Qiuxue, Jun Wuchi showed no panic whatsoever. He originally did not want to take action, but only intended to release his pressure slightly to restrict Fu Sheng's movements.

As a result, Yan Sudu's movements were restricted under his pressure, while Fu Sheng seemed completely unaware.

Seeing that his pressure had no effect, Jun Wuchi finally raised his hand.

A burst of spiritual energy shot out and struck Qian Qiuxue's wrist just before Fu Sheng's fingertips were about to touch her.

Sensing the approaching sharp spiritual energy, Fu Sheng dared not meet it head-on and had to suddenly dodge it.

She can get hurt anywhere, but not her hands.

This is the essence of her painting spirits.

Fu Sheng hadn't expected to be able to evade Jun Wuchi's spiritual energy; after all, it was wishful thinking for someone at the Refining Void Realm to avoid an attack from someone at the Mahayana Realm.

Having failed to capture Qian Qiuxue in one move, Fu Sheng's expression turned somewhat solemn. Seeing Jun Wuchi approaching them step by step, Fu Sheng gritted her teeth, her fingertips twitched slightly, but in the end, she couldn't bear to draw the spirit.

He simply raised his hand and summoned the moon.

The Moon Wheel Scimitar slowly emerged from Fu Sheng's palm. At first, it was just a faint yellow light, but in an instant, it was like moonlight breaking through the clouds. The blade was covered with a dark silver light, and its cold gleam was as sharp as blood. It seemed to be able to cut through the light of the sky. The hilt was covered with intricate patterns, and the ancient patterns trembled slightly with spiritual power, with faint flowing light moving around.

After the moon appeared, it hovered beside Fu Sheng, silently stirring up a chilling aura. Before even making a move, its terrifying pressure swept in all directions, making people gasp for breath, and a bloodthirsty chill reached their very eyes.

It is exquisitely beautiful, yet it also carries a chilling and deadly aura that is terrifying to the soul.

Fu Sheng looked at the moon at that moment, slightly surprised.

In the past, when the Moon Wheel was summoned, this scimitar was always dusty and looked dilapidated, as if it were about to die. But today, it appeared with such imposing presence.

As she was thinking this, she caught a glimpse of Qian Qiuxue standing suspended in mid-air ahead, and a thought suddenly popped into her head—

Could it be that this crescent-shaped scimitar was made to show off and make a show of power, seeing Qian Qiuxue's impressive aura?

When Jun Wuchi saw Fusheng summon the curved blade, his heart sank.

This wasn't the first time he'd seen Fu Sheng's divine curved sword, but each time it appeared, the aura it exuded was completely different, and he had never been able to figure out just how powerful it truly was.

This time, the aura of the scimitar was several times stronger than when he had seen it before.

Even with Qianqiuxue on the field, its brilliance was not diminished in the slightest.

Although Jun Wuchi was arrogant, he was not conceited. Moreover, he had never underestimated Fusheng's strength. Upon seeing this, he lowered his eyebrows, and lightning immediately flashed around his Hunyuan Pearl, with crackling sounds of electricity. He was clearly ready for battle.

Seeing this, Fu Sheng spoke up: "Jun Wuchi, I have no intention of being your enemy."

"Oh? Is that so?" Jun Wuchi's lips curled into a mocking smile, his eyes cold and indifferent. "But Miss Fusheng's current demeanor doesn't seem like it."

“Only then will you stop,” Fu Sheng said. “If I really wanted to kill you, you know my abilities; I could simply draw a spirit.”

Upon hearing this, Jun Wuchi's smile vanished completely. He seemed to recall something, a dark purple light flickering in his eyes, reflecting the turbulent emotions within him. Each word he uttered was chilling, as if ground into powder between his teeth:

"Miss Fusheng is always so sharp-tongued. You don't draw spirits because the wizard's artifacts are restraining you, right? When you first met me in the Eighth Domain, didn't you want to kill me? If it weren't for the wizard's chessboard protecting me, I would have died at your hands long ago!"

Upon hearing Jun Wuchi's words, Fu Sheng's expression stiffened, a hint of embarrassment creeping over her: "How did you know?"

When she made her move, Jun Wuchi was clearly trapped in the Heart-Tracing Realm and was in a coma. How could he know any of this?

Fu Sheng was shocked that Jun Wuchi actually knew about her attack on him in the Eighth Domain, but when Jun Wuchi heard this, it was as if she was admitting that she was not drawing spirits on him now because she was wary of wizard artifacts.

"So you admitted it!"

Shame and anger exploded in his chest, and Jun Wuchi couldn't help but shout out in resentment.

He was a womanizer, and several times he couldn't bring himself to harm her, but she never cared about him or his past. Even after seeing his past and knowing his pain, she still chose to be his enemy.

And now, in order to protect Yan Su and to help Yan Su win the Thousand Autumn Snow, he even pretended to deceive him and put on a hypocritical act of feeling sorry for him!

hypocritical.

What a hypocritical woman.

Absolutely despicable!

Overwhelmed with rage, Jun Wuchi's chest heaved violently, his face ashen and terrifying as if covered in frost. A dark purple hue instantly crept into his pupils, making him both alluring and dangerous, like a ghost.