Shengui Changsheng: Start from Zhenwuwei and add some points to cultivate immortality

However, they also knew that establishing a weapon-refining pavilion was no easy task and would involve many difficulties and challenges. Fu Shaoping's expression gradually became serious, and he slowly said, "Establishing a weapon-refining pavilion will be fraught with difficulties. First, we need to find a suitable location. This location must not only be rich in spiritual energy, conducive to the practice of weapon-refining techniques, but also have enough space to build weapon-refining workshops, libraries, and other related facilities. Moreover, the geographical location of this location is also very important; it must be easy to defend and avoid external interference and attacks."

Nangong Wan nodded slightly, a hint of worry in his eyes. "Yes, the choice of a suitable location is crucial. In addition, we need to recruit a group of excellent weapon refiners. The art of weapon refinement is profound and requires weapon refiners to possess superb skills and rich experience. But finding such weapon refiners is not easy. Most of them are scattered in various corners of the cultivation world, some even living in seclusion in the mountains, unwilling to leave easily. Moreover, even if we find them, persuading them to join our weapon refinement pavilion is also a problem."

Fu Shaoping pondered for a moment, then continued, "There's also the issue of funding. Refining weapons requires a large amount of rare materials, which are often very expensive, and we need sufficient funds to purchase them. At the same time, building the weapon refining pavilion also requires a significant amount of money, including the construction of the workshop, the purchase of equipment, and so on. Although we have some savings, it is far from enough to realize this grand plan."

Nangong Wan sighed softly and said, "Moreover, we will also face competition and obstacles from other forces. In the cultivation world, the art of weapon forging is also a huge pie of profit. Some powerful sects and forces may already have their own weapon forging workshops and do not want any new forces to rise and threaten their interests. They may take various measures to prevent us from establishing the Weapon Forging Pavilion, such as spreading rumors, sending people to cause trouble, and so on."

Despite facing numerous difficulties and challenges, there was no sign of retreat in Fu Shaoping and Nangong Wan's eyes. They looked at each other and saw determination and resolve in each other's eyes.

"Though there are many difficulties, we can overcome them as long as we work together," Fu Shaoping said firmly, his voice strong and resonant, as if it could penetrate the difficulties. "We can first send people to search for suitable treasure lands in various places. I believe that in this vast world of cultivation, we will definitely be able to find a place that meets our requirements."

Nangong Wan nodded and said, "I also have some ideas about recruiting weapon refiners. We can attract talented weapon refiners by holding a weapon refining competition. In the competition, we can discover their strength and potential, and then invite them to join our weapon refining pavilion. At the same time, we can also send people to visit those reclusive weapon refining masters and persuade them with our sincerity and ideas."

"Regarding the funding issue, we can first take a portion from our own savings, and then find some like-minded investors. We can introduce our weapon-refining pavilion plan to them, letting them see its potential and prospects. I believe there will definitely be people willing to support us," Fu Shaoping said.

Nangong Wan smiled and said, "As for the competition and obstacles from other forces, we don't need to worry too much. We just need to focus on our own affairs and let our strength speak for itself. As long as our weapon refining pavilion can truly contribute to the cultivation world and gain the recognition of cultivators, those forces will not dare to easily take action against us."

The two became increasingly excited as they talked, their fighting spirit soaring higher and higher. They began to meticulously plan the specific steps and timeline for establishing the Weapon Refining Pavilion.

"Next, we'll send a few capable disciples to various places to find suitable auspicious sites. We'll have them return as soon as possible to report back to us," Fu Shaoping said.

Nangong Wan nodded and said, "Okay, I'll make the arrangements right away. At the same time, I'll also prepare for the weapon-refining competition. We need to make this competition a grand event to attract more weapon refiners to participate."

Fu Shaoping watched Nangong Wan's busy figure, his heart filled with emotion. He knew that Nangong Wan had devoted a lot of effort to the establishment of the Weapon Refining Pavilion. He stepped forward, gently grasped Nangong Wan's hand, and said, "Nangong, thank you for your hard work. I believe that with our joint efforts, the Weapon Refining Pavilion will definitely succeed."

Nangong Wan blushed slightly and said, "It's not hard work. As long as we can realize our dreams, it's all worth it."

They smiled at each other, a smile filled with sweetness and determination. They knew that although the road ahead was full of difficulties and challenges, as long as they joined hands, they would surely overcome all difficulties and realize their dream of establishing the Weapon Refining Pavilion.

As the sun gradually set, its afterglow bathed them, gilding their figures with a golden light. Standing atop Wangdan Cliff, gazing into the distance, they seemed to envision the Refining Pavilion becoming a dazzling jewel in the cultivation world, shining with brilliant light. And they, too, would become legendary figures in the history of weapon refining in the cultivation world, celebrated and revered by future generations.

At this moment, the mountain breeze gradually subsided, and the valley echoed with birdsong, as if nature were playing a hymn for them. Fu Shaoping and Nangong Wan took a deep breath, savoring the fresh air and the beautiful atmosphere. They knew that a new journey was about to begin, and they were fully prepared to meet the challenges and opportunities that lay ahead.

In the days that followed, Fu Shaoping and Nangong Wan carried out their tasks methodically and systematically according to plan. The disciples sent to search for the treasure land traveled day and night, tirelessly searching everywhere; the staff preparing for the weapon-refining competition were also busy with various arrangements. The two of them, meanwhile, kept a close eye on the progress of each task, promptly resolving any problems that arose.

Finally, a month later, news arrived from the disciples sent to search for the treasure land. They had discovered an exceptionally beautiful place in a place called Lingxiao Valley. Lingxiao Valley is surrounded by mountains, with a wide open valley in the center. Spiritual springs flow gently through the valley, and immortal herbs abound; the spiritual energy is so rich it's almost tangible. In the center of the valley stands a towering mountain peak, its summit shrouded in mist, resembling a fairyland.

Upon learning this news, Fu Shaoping and Nangong Wan immediately went to Lingxiao Valley for an on-site investigation. When they stood in Lingxiao Valley, they were awestruck by the beautiful scenery before them. Everything here met their expectations of a treasure land: abundant spiritual energy, superior geographical environment, and easy to defend and difficult to attack.

"This is it!" Fu Shaoping said excitedly, his eyes shining. "Lingxiao Valley will become the birthplace of our Weapon Refining Pavilion."

Nangong Wan nodded in agreement, saying, "This is truly a blessed land. We must make good use of its resources to develop and expand the Weapon Refining Pavilion." Thus, they decided to settle in Lingxiao Valley and began preparations for the establishment of the Weapon Refining Pavilion. They first built a temporary dwelling in the valley, and then began recruiting like-minded weapon refiners. Thus, a legendary story about the Weapon Refining Pavilion began…

As dawn broke, Fu Shaoping and Nangong Wan stood atop the highest peak of the Cloud and Mist Mountains. The mountain wind, carrying the sound of rustling pines, swept past their robes, while in the distance, the layered clouds shimmered with a golden-red light under the rising sun. Fu Shaoping unfurled a yellowed map, the parchment scroll marking the routes of spiritual veins throughout the cultivation world.

"Three hundred li east of here lies the Tianxu Plain, and further east are the continuous Cangwu Mountains." His finger slowly moved along the route on the map. "Legend has it that deep within the Cangwu Mountains lies a blessed land of spiritual ruins, but its exact location is now lost to history."

Nangong Wan's loosely tied hair fluttered in the mountain breeze as she pointed to a blank area at the edge of the map: "Why don't we explore eastward? The distribution of spiritual veins east of the Cloud Mist Mountains hasn't been fully explored yet; perhaps we can find a more suitable place." Her eyes shone with wisdom in the morning light, like a clear spring leaping in a mountain stream.

The two packed simple belongings, led their mounts, and left the cave where they had lived for many years. Before leaving, Fu Shaoping buried a bronze token in the soil of the mountain peak. It was a pact they had made with the Cloud and Mist Mountains, symbolizing their farewell to their homeland.
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They first traversed the Tianxu Plain. Endless waves of wheat rippled in the wind, and wisps of smoke rose from distant farmhouses. Nangong Wan crouched down, his fingertips lightly touching a golden ear of wheat: "The spiritual energy here isn't abundant, but everything grows so lushly; it's a suitable place for mortals to live in peace."

Fu Shaoping suddenly grabbed her shoulder: "Watch out!" A dark shadow darted out from the wheat field; it was a huge ground squirrel demon. The beast had menacing fangs and its eyes gleamed with greed. Nangong Wan waved her hand, and a ribbon of azure spiritual energy wrapped around the beast's limbs, knocking it to the ground.

"This beast dares to ambush us!" Fu Shaoping formed a sword shape with his fingers, a wisp of elixir fire dancing at his fingertips. Just as he was about to strike, Nangong Wan waved her hand: "Wait." She took out a jade-green seed from her sleeve and gently pressed it onto the beast's forehead. The seed instantly took root and sprouted, its jade-green vines binding the beast tightly.

"This is a Spirit-Binding Grass, which can temporarily seal the spiritual power of demonic beasts," Nangong Wan explained. "Let's spare its life and let it guard this farmland." A hint of human-like gratitude flashed in the demonic beast's eyes before it transformed into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared into the ground.
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Crossing the Cangwu Mountains, the treacherous terrain forced the two to proceed on foot. The steep mountain path was covered in moss, and a slight misstep could send them plunging into a bottomless abyss. Fu Shaoping walked ahead, occasionally swinging his sword to cut through the overgrown thorns.

"Watch your step!" He suddenly turned and grabbed Nangong Wan's arm. A loose rock tumbled down with a crash, scattering rubble everywhere. When the dust settled, a deep cave entrance was revealed in the mountainside, with faintly flickering phosphorescent light visible.

"Could this be..." Nangong Wan was about to step forward when Fu Shaoping stopped him. He took out three talismans from his pocket and affixed them to the three sides of the cave entrance: "These are demon-suppressing talismans, which can temporarily seal the cave entrance. Let's change our route." It turned out that he had sensed a strong malevolent aura permeating the cave, clearly indicating that it was a dangerous place.

As night fell, the two camped in a mountain hollow. Fu Shaoping lit a campfire, while Nangong Wan took out a jade bottle to collect the essence of moonlight. Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the forest, and a pure white fox cautiously approached. Its eyes gleamed with intelligence, and it carried a spiritual herb emitting a faint glow in its mouth.

"This is evening primrose!" Nangong Wan exclaimed in surprise. The white fox placed the herb at her feet, nuzzled against her skirt, and then gracefully leaped into the forest and disappeared. "It's repaying a debt of gratitude," Fu Shaoping said thoughtfully. "It seems we've accumulated quite a bit of good karma along the way."

On the seventh day at dusk, as the two crossed the last mountain peak, the sight before them took their breath away. A vast valley, like an emerald, nestled among the mountains, stood majestically at its center, its summit shrouded in mist like a fairyland. A babbling brook flowed through the valley, reflecting the setting sun with iridescent colors, and various fragrant herbs swayed in the breeze, filling the air with a refreshing and invigorating spiritual energy.

"This is it!" Fu Shaoping's voice trembled slightly with excitement. He sat cross-legged, his hands forming a mudra as he sensed the flow of spiritual energy between heaven and earth: "The richness of spiritual energy here far surpasses that of the Cloud Mist Mountains."

Nangong Wan stepped barefoot into the spiritual spring, the splashing water shimmering like pearls in the sunlight. She closed her eyes and sensed it for a long time, then opened them with unwavering determination: "The surrounding mountains form a natural barrier, and the open valley is suitable for building workshops. Even more remarkable," she pointed to a certain spot on a mountain peak, "there lies a naturally formed alchemy chamber, the patterns on the rock walls subtly corresponding to the principles of alchemy."

That night, the two set up a simple tent in the valley. Fu Shaoping took out a bronze compass, and after the pointer spun wildly, it finally pointed to the top of the mountain: "The compass shows that there are residual spiritual energy fluctuations from ancient ruins here." Nangong Wan noticed that the pebbles in the stream were shimmering with a faint spiritual light, indicating that this place had been inhabited by powerful cultivators for a long time.
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The next morning, they began to build their temporary shelter. Fu Shaoping wielded his Qinghe sword, its sword energy flashing like a rainbow as it neatly cleaved the thick timbers in two; Nangong Wan, meanwhile, wove spiritual herbs into ropes, firmly binding the timbers together. Before noon, a simple wooden house stood beside the spiritual spring.

“We need to set up a protective array for the mountain first.” Fu Shaoping took out his treasured array plate and traced complex runes on the ground. Nangong Wan then collected various spiritual herbs and buried them in the ground according to specific directions. When the last rune lit up, the entire valley was instantly enveloped in a layer of pale blue light.

In the afternoon, the two began to inventory their supplies. Fu Shaoping's storage bag was filled with pills and refining materials, while Nangong Wan sorted through the books she had collected from various places. "These weapon-refining insights seem to have something in common with alchemy." She opened a tattered ancient book, which recorded a secret method for tempering weapons using alchemical fire.

As evening fell, they climbed the mountain peak to survey the terrain. Standing atop the summit, the entire Lingxiao Valley was laid out before them. Fu Shaoping pointed to a platform halfway up the mountain: "That's a suitable place to build a weapon-refining workshop; its proximity to the spiritual spring makes it easy to obtain water." Nangong Wan, however, favored a cave at the summit: "This place has the richest spiritual energy; it can be used as a pill-refining room."

As night deepened, the two sat by the spirit spring, planning their future. Fireflies danced around them, like stars fallen from the heavens. "We're not just building a weapon-refining pavilion," Nangong Wan said softly, "we want it to become a sacred place for cultivators from all over the world to exchange ideas." Fu Shaoping grasped her hand, his gaze resolute: "From this day forward, this will be our home."
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(End of this chapter)