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

After Fu Sheng put away the scimitar, Si Chen and Si Mu thanked Fu Sheng again.

Si Chen took off the jade pendant on his body, handed it to Fu Sheng and said: "Miss Fu Sheng, thank you very much for your help. The promises I made before are all valid. In addition to the ten immortal-level healing pills I mentioned earlier, I will also agree to one more request from Miss Fu Sheng. No matter what happens in the future, Miss Fu Sheng just needs to take this jade pendant to Yueyouzhou. As long as the request is within our ability, I will definitely agree to it!"

Xuan Rong was still beside Fu Sheng and was shocked when he heard Si Chen's words.

Ten Immortal-level healing pills...

A promise from the Yueyouzhou royal family...

Xuan Rong didn't know what happened between the two of them. What great favor did Fu Sheng do to Si Chen that he actually gave him such a generous reward!

Fu Sheng was still depressed because she had inexplicably contracted an evil sword, but since things had come to this point, she could only accept it. When she heard Si Chen's words, she sighed, took the jade pendant, and said, "I'll take the jade pendant, but forget about the immortal-level healing pill. I don't really need that thing."

Immortal-grade healing pills are indeed extremely rare treasures for others, but for Fu Sheng, it is just something that can be drawn by consuming a part of her mental energy. This thing is not that precious to her now. Usually, when she suffers minor injuries, she takes immortal-grade healing pills.

The last time she was injured by the crystal coffin, Yan Su gave her three pills at once!

Although more is never too much, Fu Sheng is still soft-hearted and doesn't want to exploit Si Chen for his little money.

Si Chen didn't expect Fu Sheng to refuse to accept the immortal-level healing pills. He had proposed to trade with healing pills before because everyone would get hurt, and healing pills were necessities that everyone would use at any time, and no one would complain about having too few healing pills.

There are no more than ten immortal-level alchemists in each continent, and even for immortal-level alchemists, it is not easy to refine immortal-level elixirs. So when Si Chen saw Fu Sheng refused to accept it, although he was very surprised, he did not force it.

——After all, ten immortal-level healing pills are definitely a huge burden for him.

"I don't have anything else to give you right now. Since Miss Fu Sheng doesn't want the healing pill, I will increase the number of requests that can be made with the token to three. Miss Fu Sheng can make three requests to Yue Youzhou in the future." Si Chen said sincerely.

Si Mu stood aside and listened, he just felt that his brother was a fool. Fu Sheng himself didn't even despise him, but he kept adding benefits to him.

Originally Si Mu wanted to stop her brother, but thinking that Fu Sheng had helped her so much, and now she was entangled by that strange knife again, she couldn't help but swallow the words that were about to stop him.

Forget it, forget it, considering that she is quite pitiful, three requests are enough.

After hearing what Si Chen said, Fu Sheng felt that he was indeed sincere. The discomfort he felt when he contracted the Moon Wheel in his heart also subsided a little. He couldn't help but tease him, "What if my first request is that you give me thirty Immortal Grade Healing Pills?"

Conditions are fixed, but requirements are alive. If Si Chen increases the number of requirements, isn't that just giving people loopholes to exploit?

If she put forward such conditions, not only would he waste twenty healing pills, but he would also have to make an extra request.

Upon hearing this, Si Chen frowned slightly.

Si Mu beside him stamped his feet and complained: "Brother, look at you!"

She said her brother was a good man, right? Now that he was cheated, he became honest.

"I believe Miss Fu Sheng would not be like this." Si Chen said to Fu Sheng.

Fu Sheng smiled and said, "Well, you are right. I am a kind-hearted person."

Although she felt that she might not be able to use those three conditions, no one could predict what would happen in the future. What if?

After thanking Fu Sheng, Si Chen and Si Mu left. Xuan Rong had nothing to say, so he chatted with Fu Sheng for a few minutes and then left too.

Next, everyone rested where they were.

Fu Sheng closed his eyes and dived into the sea of ​​consciousness, wanting to try and see if he could sever the contract between himself and the scimitar.

But just like Simu said, she tried to cancel the contract, but it was useless.

She could vaguely feel that opposite the power of the contract was a very powerful sword spirit.

As soon as the spiritual pattern for canceling the contract lit up, it was forcefully cut off by the opponent. The other party disagreed, and she could not cancel the contract unilaterally.

After several attempts to no avail, Fu Sheng finally gave up and exited his sea of ​​consciousness.

"How?" Yan Su asked.

He knew that Fu Sheng was breaking the contract.

"No, I can't solve it." Fu Sheng shook his head.

Her heart was very heavy at this moment.

What if her situation is the same as Si Mu's, then wouldn't she be unable to get rid of this knife?

Thinking of what Yan Yun said, that Si Mu suffered backlash and often vomited blood, Fu Sheng became a little worried.

——She doesn’t have that much blood to vomit.

"You made a contract with Qian Qiuxue in your previous life. Is Qian Qiuxue's sword spirit also very powerful?" Fu Sheng asked Yan Su.

"Yeah, it's also very strong." Yan Su said.

When Fu Sheng was reading the novel, he found that Qian Qiuxue's sword spirit and Yan Su had a very high level of tacit understanding. Qian Qiuxue was there to help Yan Su through many difficult times.

One man and one sword, sharing life and death, there is no deeper comradeship than this.

"Do you miss Qian Qiuxue?" Fu Sheng asked curiously.

Yan Su was silent for a while, and finally nodded: "I want to."

There is no sword practitioner who does not love his own natal sword, and Yan Su is no exception.

"After we get out of here, we will go find Qian Qiuxue." Fu Sheng said.

Before, Fu Sheng had always been obsessed with the fact that Qian Qiuxue was left by Ying Li for Jun Wuchi, but now after experiencing so much and knowing that this is the real world, Fu Sheng’s thoughts have changed.

——Since there is no such thing as Qiqi tampering with the plot of the novel and forcibly turning Qianqiuxue into Yan Su’s natal magic weapon, then there is no such thing as originally and should.

Although Fu Sheng didn't know why the Qianqiuxue that Ying Li left for Jun Wuchi in the previous life ended up in the trial land of miracles, but since it had been left there, whoever could get it depended on their own ability.

Even if Yan Su didn't go to take it, it might have fallen into the hands of someone else.

Every person who goes to the secret realm to train, obtains magical instruments and treasures. Apart from those that are innate, which ones are not picked up as inheritance from predecessors?

The God's Tomb is opened once every hundred years, and the cultivators who enter the God's Tomb do so in order to obtain a little bit of inheritance from the ancient immortals and gods.

In the world of cultivating immortals, it has always been a place where the strong prey on the weak and the capable prevail.

And now that we know about the concept of weapon soul, it means that signing a contract is not mandatory. In the previous life, Qian Qiuxue had already identified Yan Su and chose him as her master.

If Jun Wuchi wants Qian Qiuxue, then he should just fight for her and see who will win in the end.

"Okay." Hearing Fu Sheng's comforting tone, Yan Su curved his eyebrows and responded gently.

Thinking of the relationship between Yan Su and Qian Qiuxue, Fu Sheng couldn't help but feel a little envious.

Anyway, she and that broken knife will probably not develop such a bond.

Several people rested there for a long time, and then finally heard some movement coming from the aisle they had been in before.

Because the aisle was narrow, people came out one by one. The first to come out was Yuwen Zhou, and after Yuwen Zhou, people from the four continents came out one after another.

Seeing this, everyone's eyes immediately focused on him.

Seeing Jiang Hanyue in white come out, Jiang Qiuhan's face showed joy, and he immediately stepped forward and said, "Hanyue!"

"Father!" Upon seeing Jiang Qiuhan, the usually aloof Jiang Hanyue's eyes moistened slightly. She stepped forward and hugged Jiang Qiuhan, presenting a picture of warmth between father and daughter.

Not long after Jiang Hanyue, Lan Huaixi came out.

Lan Chengtian saw Lan Huaixi and was shocked: "Xi'er!?"

Unlike his cold attitude towards Lan Huaiyu before, Lan Chengtian took two steps at a time and walked forward, holding Lan Huaixi's hand, looking her up and down to see if she was injured, and asked, "Why are you here?"

Lan Huaiyu was originally staying next to Lan Chengtian. When he saw Lan Huaixi coming, he also went forward to greet her.

"Why are you here instead of staying at home?" Lan Chengtian asked Lan Huaixi questions before she said a word. His brows were tightly knitted as he turned to question Lan Huaiyu, "Did you bring Xier here?!"

Lan Huaiyu moved his lips, but before he could speak, Lan Huaixi took the lead in explaining, "I was worried about my father's safety, so I asked my brother to bring me here."

However, after hearing what Lan Huaixi said, Lan Chengtian shouted at Lan Huaiyu: "She is young and ignorant, so forget it. Why did you let your sister come here? Don't you know how dangerous it is here? Did you bring her here to kill her?!"

Lan Chengtian suddenly lost his temper, and his voice was so loud that everyone around him looked at him.

Seeing the people coming out, Fu Sheng also pulled Yan Su to the aisle entrance. At this time, they were not far away. When he heard Lan Chengtian scolding Lan Huaiyu, he couldn't help but frowned and said, "Is Lan Chengtian sick? What kind of words are he saying..."

What he said first is fine, but the sentence at the end, 'You brought her here, do you want to kill her?' is really a bit too much.

Yan Su also heard what Lan Chengtian said, but his focus was different from Fu Sheng's. He said, "Lan Chengtian's attitude seems to indicate that he knows there will be danger in the God's Tomb."

Hearing this, Fu Sheng recalled what Mu Shi had said before, that Mu Hong discovered something was wrong with Lan Chengtian before he entered the Tomb of the Gods, and couldn't help but ask, "Could it be that Lan Chengtian really has some connection with the demon clan, so he knows something about the inside story?"

If this is true, then Lan Chengtian is a traitor to the world of immortal cultivation.

Lan Huaiyu listened to Lan Chengtian's scolding, standing aside with his head down and not saying a word. But Lan Huaixi seemed to be unable to bear it, frowned, and said, "Father, I said, it has nothing to do with my brother. I was worried about your safety, so I forced him to bring me here. And I am a disciple of Saint Yan Zhenren, and now I can practice and have a certain ability to protect myself."

"You learned from Master Sheng Yan?!" Lan Chengtian's eyes widened slightly, "You actually took Mo Ziya as your master?"

"Yes." Lan Huaixi said, "When the Xuanxian Sect was recruiting disciples, my brother took me there. I am now the last disciple of Master Shengyan."

Lan Chengtian had already come to the God's Tomb before the sect started recruiting disciples, so he had no idea that Lan Huaixi and Lan Huaiyu had joined the Xuanxian Sect. When he heard Lan Huaixi's words, he said with relief: "Good, good, good... You are worthy of being my daughter, Lan Chengtian!!"

After saying that, he seemed to remember Lan Huaiyu and turned to look at Lan Huaiyu: "What about you? Xier worshipped Master Shengyan as her master, who did you worship?"

Lan Huaiyu said: "I pay my respects to the Venerable Qionghua."

"Shi Qing'e?" Lan Chengtian's brows furrowed again, and he was obviously not satisfied with Lan Huaiyu as his master. "Why did you become her master?"

Lan Chengtian thought that Shi Qing'e was the least capable among the four venerables of the Xuanxian Sect. Lan Chengtian thought that no matter how incompetent Lan Huaiyu was, he could at least worship Xiao He as his master, but he didn't expect that he would worship Shi Qing'e instead.

Hearing Lan Chengtian's question, Lan Huaixi said calmly, "It was me who asked my brother to worship Venerable Qionghua."

Lan Chengtian was about to blame Lan Huaiyu, but he stopped talking and said to Lan Huaixi, "Xi'er, why did you let your brother worship Master Qionghua?"

"Venerable Qionghua is the best at pharmacology." Lan Huaixi said in a steady tone, "Brother, if you follow Venerable Qionghua, your body will be able to be well-nourished to a great extent."

"Why does he need to regulate his body?" Lan Chengtian asked.

Lan Huaixi didn't say much, she just raised her eyes to look at Lan Chengtian and said word by word: "Brother needs it."

Meeting Lan Huaixi's calm eyes, Lan Chengtian was stunned for a moment, and after a while he came to his senses and said, "Xi'er, why does your father feel that you are different from before?"

Hearing this, Lan Huaixi lowered her eyes slightly and said, "Maybe I have grown up."

Thinking that Xi'er was now Mo Ziya's last disciple, she must have learned and grown a lot in the sect, so Lan Chengtian suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and said, "It's good to grow up... It's good to grow up..."

While Lan Huaixi and Lan Chengtian were talking, more than half of the people in the corridor had already come out.

Fu Sheng watched for a long time before he finally saw Youle coming out, and following closely behind Youle was Yanjun, who had a pale face and an ugly expression.

Fu Sheng and Yan Su were standing by the aisle. Seeing that Yan Yun was not in a good state, Fu Sheng immediately stepped forward and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you?"

Youle was right in front of Yanyun. After they came out of the passage, he supported Yanyun. When he saw Fusheng approaching to ask, Youle could not help but answer for her: "Master, Yanyun is injured."

"Are you injured?" Fu Sheng looked Yan Yun up and down. "Where are you injured? How did you get injured?"

When Fu Sheng was asking questions, Lan Huaixi also noticed Yan Yun and couldn't help but turn her head to look at her.

Yan Yun was about to complain when she heard Fu Sheng ask her, but when she looked up, she met the eyes of Lan Huaixi behind Fu Sheng.

Yan Yun seemed to be a little afraid of Lan Huaixi. She paused for a second and gritted her teeth. She said to Fu Sheng in a hateful tone, "I'll tell you later."

Fu Sheng also noticed Yan Yun's gaze. He followed her line of sight and met Lan Huaixi's eyes.

Feeling that something seemed to have happened between the two, Fu Sheng's mind moved, he retracted his gaze, turned his head and replied to Yan Yun: "Okay."