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

Fu Shaoping was sent flying by the palm strike, crashing into the rocks and spitting out a mouthful of blood. He struggled to get up, but found that his internal energy was in disarray, and the blue lines on his arm were flickering.

"Shaoping!" Nangong Xuan wanted to come to the rescue, but was stopped by the Blood Shadow Demon Lord.

The Blood Shadow Demon Lord laughed wildly: "Now, hand over the jade disc, and I'll grant you a quick death!"

Fu Shaoping wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and suddenly revealed a strange smile: "Do you think I'm still afraid of you?" He flipped his wrist, and the Azure Frost Sword was drawn again, the runes on the sword shining with a dazzling blue light.

Blood Shadow Demon Lord was stunned for a moment: "You're courting death!" He struck out with his palm, and a blood-red gale swept over.

This time, however, Fu Shaoping did not dodge. The sword soul power within him resonated with the Profound Yang True Fire, and an unprecedentedly powerful force surged through his meridians. The runes on the Azure Frost Sword moved as if alive, finally transforming into a stream of azure light that disappeared into his right arm!
"This...this is..." Nangong Xuan stared in shock at the blue patterns that appeared on his disciple's arm. The patterns writhed like living things and eventually condensed into a ball of blue flame in his palm.

Fu Shaoping clenched his right fist, azure flames dancing on it: "Master, watch closely. This is the true Profound Yang Sword Technique!"

He unleashed a powerful punch, and the azure flames transformed into a fire dragon that hurtled straight at the Blood Shadow Demon Lord! The Blood Shadow Demon Lord hastily summoned a blood-red shield, but it was pierced through by the fire dragon's attack!
"No!!!" The Blood Shadow Demon Lord let out a shrill scream as his entire body was engulfed in azure flames. However, strangely, his body did not turn to ashes as expected, but instead began to swell, and finally exploded with a "bang"!
Amidst a rain of blood, a pulsating crimson heart slowly rose from the epicenter of the explosion. The Blood Shadow Demon Lord's voice echoed from within: "Useless as I am, I am immortal! Hahaha!"

Without hesitation, Fu Shaoping grabbed the Jade Disc of the Void and aimed it at the blood-red heart: "Jade Disc of the Void, seal!"

The jade disc emitted a blinding light, and a golden beam shot out from its surface, piercing directly into the blood-red heart. The heart let out a final, unwilling roar before dissipating into a cloud of black mist.

"It's a success!" Nangong Xuan exclaimed with a mixture of joy and surprise.

However, just as the two breathed a sigh of relief, the demonic clouds in the sky suddenly churned violently. A deafening roar came from the black vortex, followed by a huge black shadow slowly descending—a tall figure draped in a black robe, his face hidden in the shadow of his hood, revealing only a pair of eyes that gleamed with red light.

"Is the Blood Shadow Demon Lord merely an appetizer?" the black-robed man uttered in a low voice, his tone seemingly carrying the wails of countless souls. "I, the Blood Fiend Demon Lord, am your doom!"

Nangong Xuan's expression changed drastically: "Blood Fiend Demon Lord?! The legendary founder of the Blood Fiend Sect, who already..."

"Dead?" The man in black robes let out a piercing laugh. "Who told you this lie?" He abruptly threw back his hood, revealing a face covered in blood-red lines. "I was merely... asleep for a while."

Fu Shaoping felt the Jade Disc in his arms vibrate violently once more, and at the same time, an ancient voice echoed in his mind: "The time has come. The time to seal the Demon Realm passage has arrived."

"Master, I understand!" Fu Shaoping suddenly realized, "The Jade Disc of the Void can not only seal demons, but also seal the passage to the Demon Realm!"

The Blood Demon Lord seemed to sense something and suddenly pounced on the two of them: "Trying to seal the passage with that thing? Dream on!" With a wave of his hands, countless blood-red chains shot out from the demonic clouds.

Nangong Xuan's whisk transformed into countless golden threads, intertwining with the blood-red chains. However, these chains seemed endless, quickly enveloping the whisk layer by layer. Taking advantage of the situation, the Blood Demon Lord approached Fu Shaoping: "Hand over the jade disc!"

At the critical moment, the sword spirit power within Fu Shaoping erupted once more. All the runes on the Azure Frost Sword lit up, and a beam of azure sword energy burst forth from the blade, directly severing the blood-red chains binding Nangong Xuan!
"Master!" Fu Shaoping seized the opportunity to leap up, raising the Jade Disc of the Void high above his head, "Mysterious Yang Sword Technique - Heaven and Earth Live Together!"

The runes on the Azure Frost Sword moved as if alive, eventually transforming into a stream of azure light that disappeared into his right arm. At the same time, the jade disc emitted a dazzling light, and a golden beam of light shot out from its surface, soaring straight into the sky!

The Blood Demon Lord let out a shrill scream, his body, struck by the golden light, rapidly withering away. The demonic clouds also began to dissipate, and the black vortex slowly closed.
When the light faded, only two people remained standing atop Qingya Mountain. The Blood Demon Lord had vanished into nothingness, and the Demon Realm passage had been completely sealed. The Taixu Jade Disc in Fu Shaoping's hand had also lost its light, turning into an ordinary stone disc.

"We succeeded." Nangong Xuan sat down wearily, but a relieved smile appeared on his face.

Fu Shaoping looked at the stone disc in his arms and suddenly felt an unprecedented weakness. He knew that using the power of the Taixu Jade Disc had exhausted all his life force. ##Chapter Nine: Rebirth from the Ashes

The crimson lake atop Qingya Mountain gradually calmed, the afterglow of the setting sun casting a golden glow upon its surface. Fu Shaoping knelt on one knee, the Taixu Jade Disc in his hand now transformed into an ordinary cyan stone disc, its patterns faintly visible. Nangong Xuan sat cross-legged not far away, meditating and healing, his pale face still bearing the marks of lingering fatigue.

"Shaoping," Nangong Xuan opened his eyes, his gaze falling on his disciple, "your condition."

Fu Shaoping forced a smile, only to find that he barely had the strength to stand up. The bluish lines on his arm were gradually fading, replaced by an eerie paleness. He looked down at his palms and found that his fingertips were beginning to turn transparent, as if they might dissipate into the air at any moment.

"Master, I'm fine," Fu Shaoping's voice was so soft it was almost inaudible. "I'm just... a little sleepy."

Nangong Xuan abruptly stood up, trying to support his swaying disciple, only to find that his own internal energy was also completely depleted. He could only watch helplessly as Fu Shaoping slowly collapsed, the Qing Shuang sword slipping from his hand and making a crisp sound on the ground.

"Shaoping!" Nangong Xuan gritted his teeth and mustered the last bit of his true energy to reach his disciple's side, only to find that he couldn't even cast the simplest healing spell. His fingertips trembled, but he could only watch helplessly as Fu Shaoping's life force slowly drained away.

Just then, the Azure Frost Sword suddenly emitted a faint azure light. The runes on the sword moved as if alive, eventually coalescing into a blurry humanoid phantom at the hilt. The phantom had a similar outline to Fu Shaoping, but exuded a completely different kind of pressure.

"Sword Soul." Nangong Xuan stared in shock at the scene.

The illusory sword spirit glanced down at the dying Fu Shaoping, then transformed into a beam of azure light and entered his body. Fu Shaoping's body trembled violently, the paleness on his arms fading, replaced by a warm, azure glow. His breathing gradually stabilized, but he remained unconscious.

Nangong Xuan carefully helped his disciple up, finding that although his face was still pale, his vital signs had stabilized. To his even greater surprise, a faint blue mark had appeared between Fu Shaoping's brows, shimmering like a sword scar. "This is...the sword spirit has recognized its master?" Nangong Xuan murmured to himself, "No wonder I was able to save his life."

As night fell, the temperature atop Qingya Mountain plummeted. Nangong Xuan found an outer robe and gently draped it over Fu Shaoping, then sat cross-legged beside him, guarding him. Moonlight bathed the master and disciple like water, and the chirping of insects echoed from afar, seemingly recounting the ferocity of the battle.

The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight touched Fu Shaoping's face, he finally opened his eyes. After a few moments, he found himself lying in Nangong Xuan's arms, with his master looking at him with a worried expression.

"Master," Fu Shaoping's voice was a little hoarse, "Did we... win?"

A slight smile finally appeared on Nangong Xuan's tense face: "We won. The Blood Fiend Demon Lord has been sealed, and the Demon Realm passage has been closed." He paused, "But you almost lost your life."

Fu Shaoping then noticed the bluish mark between his eyebrows and gently touched it: "This is..."

"The sword spirit has recognized you as its master," Nangong Xuan explained. "It saved your life, but it also changed your constitution. From this day forward, you and the Azure Frost Sword will share life and death."

Fu Shaoping tried circulating his internal energy and discovered that the Azure Frost Sword seemed to have become a part of his body; he could sense the sword's location and state with just a thought. What surprised him even more was that the Profound Yang True Fire within his body seemed to resonate with the sword's soul, forming a completely new power.

"Master, the Jade Disc of the Void"

“It has fulfilled its purpose.” Nangong Xuan handed him an ordinary blue stone disc. “Now it’s just an ordinary stone.”

Fu Shaoping took the stone disc and suddenly felt a warm power coming from his palm. To his surprise, he found that although there was nothing special about the stone disc, when he injected a trace of true energy, the inside of the stone disc actually shimmered with a faint light.

"It seems it hasn't completely lost its power," Nangong Xuan said thoughtfully. "Perhaps one day in the future, it will come into play again."

In the days that followed, Fu Shaoping recuperated at the Xuantian Sect. His injuries healed quickly, but the changes within his body became increasingly apparent. The Azure Frost Sword had completely merged with him, and could even sense his emotional fluctuations. Even more miraculously, he discovered that he could perceive the flow of spiritual energy around him through the Azure Frost Sword, an ability far surpassing that of ordinary cultivators.

A month later, the Xuan Tian Sect had returned to its former tranquility. The remnants of the Blood Fiend Sect, having lost their leader, scattered like birds and beasts, and the closure of the Demon Realm passage gave the cultivation world a temporary respite. However, Nangong Xuan knew that this was only temporary peace; the real threat might still be lurking in the shadows.

On this day, Fu Shaoping stood on the edge of the cliff, gazing at the distant sea of ​​clouds. The Azure Frost Sword hovered beside him, its runes faintly visible. Nangong Xuan walked behind him and whispered, "Shaoping, are you ready?"

Fu Shaoping turned around, the blue mark between his brows shimmering faintly in the sunlight: "Master, I am ready to depart at any time."

Nangong Xuan nodded: "Although the Jade Disc of the Void has sealed the passage to the Demon Realm, there are still many unsolved mysteries in the cultivation world. We need to find other ancient ruins to learn more about the secrets of the Demon Race." He paused, "And your sword soul power also needs further mastery."

Fu Shaoping gripped the Frost Sword tightly: "I understand. But before that, I'd like to go home first."

"Your father will be very pleased to see you return safely," Nangong Xuan smiled with relief. "But don't linger too long; the situation in the cultivation world is still unstable."

Fu Shaoping nodded and turned to walk towards the mountain gate. The Azure Frost Sword beside him emitted a clear, melodious sound, as if urging him to embark on a new journey. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on him, casting his shadow long and thin.
Fu Shaoping stood before the Xuan Tian Sect's mountain gate, gazing at the winding mountain road stretching into the distance. The Azure Frost Sword hung silently beside him, its blade shimmering with a faint azure light. Nangong Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze deep as he looked at his disciple who was about to embark on a new journey.

"Shaoping, remember the purpose of your trip." Nangong Xuan's voice was exceptionally clear in the mountain wind. "After returning to Xuantian City to visit your father, head to Qingzhou to gather intelligence on the ancient ruins. Although the Blood Fiend Sect has been destroyed, the threat of the Demon Race is far from over."

Fu Shaoping bowed respectfully, saying, "This disciple will remember Master's teachings." He paused, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes, "But... Master, could you tell me what exactly happened that day when the sword spirit recognized its master?"

Nangong Xuan's gaze drifted to the distant sea of ​​clouds, seemingly lost in memories: "A sword spirit recognizing its master is a once-in-a-millennium opportunity. Your unique physique resonated with the Azure Frost Sword, and the sword spirit chose you as its new master. This is both a blessing and a responsibility." He turned to gaze at Fu Shaoping, "From this day forward, your fate will be inextricably linked to this sword."

Fu Shaoping nodded thoughtfully. He reached out and gently stroked the sword, feeling a warm power flow through his arm and throughout his body. The Azure Frost Sword emitted a soft hum, as if responding to his touch.

"It's getting late." Nangong Xuan raised his hand and summoned a cloud of auspicious clouds. "I'll escort you down the mountain."

Auspicious clouds slowly rose, carrying the two of them down the mountain. As they passed through the clouds, Fu Shaoping saw the entire Xuantian Sect gleaming in the sunlight. The three large characters "Xuantian Sect" on the stone tablet at the mountain gate shone brightly in the sunlight; it was the place where he first learned martial arts, holding his most precious memories.

"We've arrived." Nangong Xuan's voice pulled Fu Shaoping back to reality. Auspicious clouds landed steadily on the official road outside Xuantian City.

"Take care, Master." Fu Shaoping bowed deeply.

Nangong Xuan nodded slightly: "Go ahead, your father will be delighted to see you."

Fu Shaoping turned and walked towards the city gate, his Azure Frost Sword gleaming warmly in the sunlight. The guards at the city gate recognized the young swordsman and quickly bowed to let him pass. Vendors on both sides of the street greeted him enthusiastically, and the familiar atmosphere of the marketplace was palpable.

Xuantian City remained as prosperous as ever. Following the route he remembered, Fu Shaoping arrived at the Sect Leader's Mansion, finding it even more magnificent than he recalled. The stone lions at the gate were exquisitely carved, and a brand-new plaque hung above the vermilion gate—"Xuantian Sword Sect." (End of Chapter)