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

Fu Sheng saw that after he finished speaking, the expression of the man in front of him changed.

"Does senior have anything to say?" Fu Sheng asked.

"Fu Sheng, do you know what the patriarch of the Painting Immortal Clan represents?" the man asked.

Fu Sheng paused, shook his head and didn't answer.

In modern times, the elves did not attach much significance to the positions of 'patriarch' and 'heir', because modern times are indeed very comfortable for them and they do not need to face any crisis situations.

"Chief" is more of a title. Although it puts him in that position, there are no orders to issue or tasks to undertake.

Basically, the chief of the Painting Fairy Clan would call together the clansmen to hold a grand ceremony during the annual sacrifice, and when a member of the Painting Fairy Clan dies, a funeral would be held. Then when new offspring are born, and when the abilities of the Painting Spirits are stimulated, they would be taken for talent tests.

Fu Sheng felt that there was not much pressure in this position. Basically, the most talented person in each generation of the clan would be appointed.

Furthermore, because of the curse that one cannot live past the age of thirty, each clan leader actually only serves for about five years. The longest is no more than eight years, and the shortest is perhaps two or three years.

That is why, although she is the next generation heir to the family, she also travels around the world leisurely, eating, drinking and having fun every day, which is very comfortable.

But now that she has come to this world and learned about the background of the Painting Immortal Clan, especially when she heard the senior in front of her mention this matter, Fu Sheng felt that the position of the chief of the Painting Immortal Clan might be far more important than she had imagined.

"The chief of the Painting Immortal Clan represents the entire Painting Immortal Clan. Everything the chief does will be linked to the fate of the Painting Immortal Clan." The man said, his voice filled with unspeakable sadness. "When the Immortals and Demons fought each other, I, as the chief of the Painting Immortal Clan, had already discovered the war, but I failed to stop it and kill the master in time, causing him to go astray and eventually cause a disaster. Therefore, the Heavenly Dao is angry and is punishing not only me, but the entire Painting Immortal Clan."

"It is because of me that the descendants of the Painting Immortal Clan have been unable to live past the age of 30 for generations," the man said. "This is the greatest sin I bear. Even if my soul scatters and I do not enter reincarnation, I will never be able to forgive myself for this."

Fu Sheng listened to his words with his lips tightly pursed.

"For tens of millions of years, I have been thinking about whether I was right or wrong to send the Painting Immortals away."

"I sent them to a completely safe place, so that they can live without worries for thirty years. But at the same time, I also cut off the possibility of them being able to break this punishment."

"They can't come back here, and they'll never be able to break the thirty-year-old penalty."

Hearing this, Fu Sheng's heart moved, and she vaguely felt what the senior was going to say to her next.

As expected, the man looked at her and locked eyes with her. "And now, Fu Sheng, you are the leader of the next generation of the Painting Immortal Clan. You are the only member of the Painting Immortal Clan in this world. You are also the only person who can possibly break the 30-year-old punishment for the Painting Immortal Clan."

"If you can obtain the forgiveness of the Heavenly Dao on my behalf, then all the Painting Immortals will be blessed by you, and all the tribesmen will benefit from you in the future."

Fu Sheng's expression was dull.

Is she the only one who can possibly break the punishment that the Painting Immortals cannot live past the age of thirty?

"But...but how can I break this?" Fu Sheng asked, "How can I gain the forgiveness of Heaven?"

The man's eyebrows slightly frowned, and he said in a deep voice: "This... I don't know either."

Hearing him say that he didn't know either, Fu Sheng felt a darkness before his eyes.

It felt like a minor local official was suddenly elected as the emperor. She had never been under such great pressure before.

"Everything will be instructed." The man said. He looked at Fu Sheng with a guilty look on his face. "I'm sorry, Fu Sheng. I committed a sin back then, but you, as my descendant, have to undo it for me. But you are the only hope of the Huaxian Clan, so I have to beg you."

“Senior, please don’t say that…” Fu Sheng’s throat was dry and his heart was heavy. “In fact, if I were you back then, I probably wouldn’t have been able to do it either.”

The murals were engraved with the life stories of his servants. Fu Sheng asked himself that if he were to put himself in their shoes, he might not be so decisive in killing the God in advance.

Even in modern laws, there is still the principle of presumption of innocence.

A criminal can only be arrested and executed if he has killed someone.

She also couldn't judge someone before he or she had done anything wrong and just had the signs of it.

Hearing Fu Sheng's words, the man sighed deeply, "The master's words have been echoing in my ears for thousands of years. I didn't think so back then, but now, I suddenly feel that maybe the master is right."

"What?" Fu Sheng asked.

"I can't save everyone..."

He wants to save his master and save the fairy world.

But the ending was that the master died, the fairy world was destroyed, and even the tribe members were punished.

As he said this, the man was shrouded in a thick layer of depression and sadness.

Fu Sheng was also very sad. She didn't know what to say. Suddenly she remembered that she had always called him "senior". She couldn't help but said, "Junior doesn't even know your name..."

"My name is Huai Jin." He lowered his eyes slightly, "This is the name that the Lord gave me back then..."

"——I feel sorry for everyone, including the Lord."

When he finished saying this, Huai Jin's soul had already begun to become transparent, indicating that he was about to die.

Seeing this, Fu Sheng's tears immediately flowed down.

Yanjun and Yansu had already approached by now, and even the Schnauzer came forward.

The Schnauzer had already stopped crying and was sobbing.

Yanjun was also very emotional at this time, with wet eyes.

The only person on the field who was not infected by this emotion was Yan Su.

His brows knitted together slightly, looking at Huai Jin who was about to disappear, he suddenly said: "Senior, there is one thing I don't understand."

Huai Jin's eyes fell on him: "You say."

"How did you survive the bloodbath in March that year?" Yan Su asked, staring into Huai Jin's eyes.

Fu Sheng had been immersed in the sadness of Huai Jin's impending death. He did not expect Yan Su to ask these questions at this time. He was stunned for a moment and looked at Huai Jin with his red and swollen eyes.

Yes, she had forgotten about it.

Huai Jin's body was almost transparent at this time. When he heard Yan Su's question, his eyes moved and a look of hesitation appeared on his face.

He opened his lips as if he wanted to speak, but his body was completely transparent.

Finally, only one inexplicable sentence was left, echoing in the air -

"I survived by sin..."