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

Outside the city gate, auspicious clouds reappeared. Fu Shaoping took one last look at Xuantian City, where he had lived for many years. The Azure Frost Sword rang out clearly in the sunlight, as if urging him to embark on a new journey.

"Take care." Nangong Xuan and Nangong Wan waved goodbye from the city gate.

Fu Shaoping bowed and said, "This disciple takes his leave." With that, he stepped onto auspicious clouds and flew towards Qingzhou.

The auspicious clouds pierced through the mist, quickly leaving Xuantian City far behind. Fu Shaoping stood on the clouds, watching the city's silhouette shrink, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He knew that after this parting, an even more arduous journey and unknown challenges awaited him.

The Azure Frost Sword hummed softly beside him, seemingly responding to his emotions. Fu Shaoping gently stroked the sword, feeling the rhythm of the sword spirit within him. He understood that he was no longer the novice swordsman he once was, but the Azure Frost Sword Master, shouldering the heavy responsibility of protecting the cultivation world.

"A new journey has begun," Fu Shaoping murmured to himself, a determined light shining in his eyes. Auspicious clouds carried him into the distance, gradually disappearing at the edge of the horizon.
Auspicious clouds pierced through the clouds and mist, carrying Fu Shaoping towards Qingzhou. Three days later, a vast plain came into view, and the outline of a town in the distance was faintly discernible. Fu Shaoping put away the auspicious clouds and walked into the small town called "Qingyang Town".

Although Qingyang Town was small, it was bustling with activity. The streets were filled with the shouts of vendors, and pedestrians thronged the area. Fu Shaoping found an inn to stay at, and after a simple meal, he began to inquire about any rumors of ancient ruins in the vicinity.

"Ancient ruins?" The innkeeper was taken aback, then lowered his voice and said, "Sir, you've asked about something important. There are indeed rumors of ruins in Qingzhou, but..."

"But what?" Fu Shaoping pressed.

The shopkeeper looked around, then leaned closer and whispered, "It's just that the area isn't safe. Lately, men in black have been frequently seen there, supposedly searching for something. Last month, several adventurous cultivators went missing, and the government has forbidden people from approaching that area."

Fu Shaoping thanked the shopkeeper and decided to investigate the next day. That night, he circulated his cultivation technique in his room, the Azure Frost Sword hovering in front of his bed, its runes appearing and disappearing. With each breath, wisps of Profound Yang True Fire flowed through his meridians, gradually restoring his still-healing body to its former glory.

The next morning, Fu Shaoping asked the innkeeper for directions and set off alone. After passing through the town and walking along a dusty path for about half an hour, a desolate ruin suddenly appeared before him.

The ruins were scattered with broken walls and overgrown weeds, and the air was filled with an ancient and weathered atmosphere. Fu Shaoping cautiously entered the ruins, and the Azure Frost Sword sensed something and emitted a slight hum.

"Someone's there!" Suddenly, a sharp shout came from the depths of the ruins. Immediately afterwards, several dark figures darted out from behind the broken walls, surrounding Fu Shaoping. These men in black were masked, wielding sharp blades, their eyes flashing with ferocity.

Fu Shaoping quickly assumed a fighting stance, drawing his Azure Frost Sword, the runes on its blade lighting up: "Gentlemen, why are you attacking me without cause?"

The men in black didn't answer. Their leader gestured, and the group swarmed forward. Fu Shaoping unleashed the Profound Yang Sword Technique, his azure sword energy blazing like a rainbow, instantly slaying two men. However, these men in black were well-trained and quickly adjusted their formation, launching attacks from different directions.

During the fierce battle, Fu Shaoping discovered that although these men in black were skilled in martial arts, they were clearly not righteous cultivators; their moves were ruthless and vicious. Suddenly, one of the men in black pulled out a black smoke bomb and threw it at Fu Shaoping, instantly filling the air with dense poisonous smoke!
"Not good!" Fu Shaoping held his breath and retreated, but still inhaled a small amount of poisonous smoke, instantly feeling dizzy. Just then, a streak of purple lightning sword light suddenly descended from the sky, forcing the attacking men in black to retreat!

"Shaoping!" Nangong Wan descended from the sky, wielding the Purple Lightning Sword, a jade hairpin in her hair swaying slightly. She quickly steadied the swaying Fu Shaoping: "How are you?"

Fu Shaoping shook his head: "It's nothing, just a little bit of toxic fumes." He steadied himself and looked around warily. "Wanmei, what are you doing here?"

Nangong Wan's expression was grave: "Master foresaw your danger and ordered me to come to your aid." She pointed deep into the ruins, "There's something strange there; we'll fight our way back."

The two stood back to back, facing the approaching man in black. Nangong Wan drew his Purple Lightning Sword, its blade humming as purple lightning coiled around it like a dragon. Fu Shaoping's Azure Frost Sword complemented it, the two swords working in perfect harmony, making it difficult for the man in black to get close for a time.

During the fierce battle, Nangong Wan suddenly noticed a detail: "Shaoping, look at the moves these men in black are using."

Fu Shaoping nodded: "Similar to the Blood Fiend Sect's techniques, but even more insidious." He suddenly thought of something, "Could it be..."

Before the words were finished, a strange horn sounded from the depths of the ruins. Hearing this, the men in black immediately ceased their attack and quickly retreated. Nangong Wan wanted to pursue, but Fu Shaoping stopped him: "Don't pursue a desperate enemy; assess the situation first."

The two cautiously approached the direction from which the horn sounded and discovered a stone tablet half-buried in the ground, with indistinct runes carved on it. Nangong Wan dipped his fingertip in blood and drew a talisman on the stone tablet; the rune suddenly glowed with a dazzling red light!
"This is the mark of the Blood Fiend Sect!" Nangong Wan exclaimed in shock. "Shaoping, we've infiltrated their secret stronghold!"

Just then, the ground suddenly shook violently, and the stone tablet slowly sank into the ground, revealing a dark hole. A chilling aura emanated from the hole, sending shivers down one's spine.

"Watch out!" Fu Shaoping shielded Nangong Wan behind him, the Azure Frost Sword humming. Suddenly, several dark figures darted out of the cave entrance, but they were not human; they were demonic creatures, entirely black with blood-red eyes!

"Bloodthirsty Demons!" Nangong Wan drew his Purple Lightning Sword, its light flashing like lightning. Fu Shaoping's Azure Frost Sword complemented it, the two swords working in perfect harmony, and in an instant, the demons fell to the ground. However, even more demons poured out of the cave, seemingly endless.

"Retreat!" Fu Shaoping made a decisive move, grabbing Nangong Wan's arm. "It's too dangerous here!"

The two fought and retreated, finally escaping the ruins. Looking back, the stone tablet had completely sunk into the ground, and the cave entrance had been resealed. Nangong Wan gasped, "Shaoping, what happened? Wasn't the Blood Fiend Sect already..."

Fu Shaoping shook his head: "Things are more complicated than we imagined. It seems there's an even larger force pulling the strings behind the Blood Fiend Sect." He looked into the distance. "We must return to the Xuan Tian Sect as soon as possible and report this to our master."

That night, the two stayed at a farmhouse. While Nangong Wan was treating Fu Shaoping's injuries, she noticed the blue lines on his arm had reappeared: "Your sword spirit power..."

Fu Shaoping nodded: "The connection with the Azure Frost Sword has become even stronger." He hesitated for a moment, then added, "Wanmei, there's something I must tell you."

Just then, a strange noise came from outside the window. Fu Shaoping's eyes narrowed, and his Qing Shuang sword was instantly drawn! A dark figure darted in through the window; it was a masked man dressed in night clothes, holding a dagger and aiming straight for Nangong Wan's throat!
"Watch out!" Fu Shaoping swung his sword to parry, engaging the man in black in a fierce battle. Taking advantage of the moment, Nangong Wan lit a candle, his Purple Lightning Sword in hand: "Who goes there!"

The man in black was highly skilled in martial arts, his moves ruthless, clearly well-trained. During the fierce battle, Fu Shaoping realized his opponent was using a secret technique from the Blood Fiend Sect, and a chill ran down his spine. Just as the situation reached a stalemate, the man in black suddenly bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of black blood! "Not good!" Fu Shaoping hurriedly dodged, but was still splattered with black blood on his arm. Instantly, a sharp pain shot through him, and the skin that had been splashed began to rot rapidly!
"Shaoping!" Nangong Wan exclaimed, his Purple Lightning Sword transforming into lightning as it pierced straight at the man in black. Seeing the situation was dire, the man in black feinted an attack and attempted to flee. But Nangong Wan wasn't about to let him go; the Purple Lightning Sword followed him relentlessly, ultimately pinning the man in black to the wall.

However, it was too late; the rotting flesh on Fu Shaoping's arm had already spread to his shoulder. He forced himself to say, "This is... Blood Fiend Poison... Quickly..."

Nangong Wan quickly retrieved an antidote pill, only to find that ordinary pills were ineffective against this demonic poison. In desperation, she bit her finger and dripped her blood onto Fu Shaoping's wound: "With the power of my bloodline, temporarily alleviate the poison!"

A miracle occurred—after Nangong Wan's blood touched the wound, it flashed with purple light, and the decay gradually stopped. Fu Shaoping looked at her in astonishment: "Wan-mei, your blood..."

This was the first time Nangong Wan had ever seen anything like this, and she murmured, "Could it be because I'm the daughter of the Xuantian Sect's leader?"

Fu Shaoping shook his head: "No, this has nothing to do with bloodline." He sensed the reaction of the sword spirit within his body, "It's the Azure Frost Sword... it's purifying the poison!"

Sure enough, the Azure Frost Sword emitted a slight hum, and a beam of azure light flowed from the blade towards the wound, accelerating the purification of the toxins. Before long, Fu Shaoping's arm injury had improved significantly.

"We'll set off at dawn." Fu Shaoping stood up, his arm now fully mobile. "Back to Xuantian Sect."

Nangong Wan nodded, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes: "Are you sure you can hold on?"

Fu Shaoping gripped the Azure Frost Sword tightly, feeling the surge of power within him: "My master said that after a sword spirit recognizes its master, my life force becomes intertwined with the sword. This injury is nothing."

The two packed their belongings and left the farmhouse under the cover of night. At dawn, the outline of Qingyang Town came into view. Fu Shaoping stood on a high slope outside the town, gazing in the direction of Xuantian City in the distance, his eyes shining with determination.

"Let's go back to the sect," he said softly. The Azure Frost Sword gleamed warmly in the morning sun, as if responding to its master's wishes.

A new journey is about to begin, and what awaits them will be an even more severe test. "The young sect leader is back!" The servants in the mansion recognized Fu Shaoping, and their joyful shouts startled the entire mansion.

A moment later, Nangong Wan hurried out to greet her. She wore a light purple dress, with only a jade hairpin in her hair, looking as elegant and refined as ever. "Shaoping!" she exclaimed in surprise, her eyes glistening with tears.

Fu Shaoping put down his Green Frost Sword and gave his junior sister a warm hug: "I'm back."

The scene of father and daughter reuniting was heartwarming and touching. Nangong Xuan watched his daughter chatting happily with his beloved disciple, standing aside with satisfaction. During the meal, Fu Shaoping recounted his adventure in detail, but omitted the details of his critical injuries.

"The Demon Realm passage has been sealed, and the Blood Fiend Sect has collapsed. You should be able to rest now, right?" Nangong Wan looked at Fu Shaoping's pale face with heartache.

Fu Shaoping shook his head and smiled, "Master is right, the situation in the cultivation world is still unstable. I need to go to Qingzhou to gather information on the ruins, and I may have to leave for a while."

Nangong Xuan nodded in agreement: "Indeed. Although the Blood Fiend Sect has been destroyed, the remnants of the Demon Clan are still active in the shadows. You need more practical experience." He turned to his daughter, "Wan'er, you will accompany me in handling sect affairs. Please take good care of Shaoping on this trip."

Nangong Wan readily agreed: "Your daughter understands."

The next morning, Fu Shaoping packed his belongings and prepared to set off. Nangong Wan had prepared dry rations and medicine for him, and had also specially tied an exquisite purple lightning short sword to his waist: "This was forged by my own hands. Although it is not as powerful as the Purple Lightning Sword, it will be sufficient for emergencies."

Fu Shaoping took the short sword, feeling the lingering aura of his junior sister on it, and his heart warmed: "Thank you, Wan-mei."

Before leaving, Nangong Xuan handed Fu Shaoping an ancient-looking jade pendant: "This is the Xuantian Sect's communication jade pendant. Crush it to call for help if you encounter danger. Remember, no matter what happens, survival comes first."

Fu Shaoping solemnly accepted the jade pendant: "This disciple will remember Master's teachings." As dawn broke, Fu Shaoping and Nangong Wan appeared outside Xuantian City. In the distance, the majestic gate of Xuantian Sect gleamed in the morning sun. Fu Shaoping took a deep breath, feeling the pulse of the Azure Frost Sword resonating within him, and walked resolutely towards the gate.

"Shaoping!" At the mountain gate, a Xuantian Sect disciple recognized the young swordsman and exclaimed with delight, "You're finally back! The sect leader has ordered you to proceed to Sword Peak immediately for a meeting!"

Fu Shaoping and Nangong Wan exchanged a glance, a sense of foreboding rising in their hearts: "What happened?"

The disciple's expression was solemn: "The night before last, the forbidden area of ​​Sword Peak was broken into, and all the guards were killed. The sect leader is waiting for you to return."

The two men's hearts tightened, and without saying another word, they flew straight to Sword Peak on their swords. Along the way, the mountain was shrouded in mist, and not a single lively spirit bird was to be seen. The entire Xuantian Sect was enveloped in an eerie silence.

Outside the forbidden area of ​​Sword Peak, dozens of Xuan Tian Sect elders and elite disciples stood ready. Nangong Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, his face ashen. Seeing the two return, he waved for the guards to retreat: "You've come at the right time. The situation is more serious than we imagined."

"Master, what happened?" Fu Shaoping knelt on one knee.

Nangong Xuan took out a blood-stained jade slip: "Last night at midnight, a mysterious person broke into the forbidden area of ​​Sword Peak and stole the last volume of the 'Mysterious Heaven Sword Manual.' All the guards were killed, leaving only this at the scene." He pointed to the strange runes on the jade slip, "This is the mark of the Blood Fiend Sect, but it's even more bizarre than before."

Fu Shaoping took the jade slip, and the moment his fingertips touched it, he felt a chilling aura spread through his meridians. Suddenly, the Azure Frost Sword emitted a piercing hum, and the runes on its blade glowed with a blinding azure light, shattering the jade slip on its own!

"Watch out!" Nangong Wan pulled Fu Shaoping away. Black smoke swirled around the shattered jade slip fragments, and a distorted human face vaguely appeared, emitting a piercing shriek!
"Bloodthirsty Demonic Qi!" Nangong Xuan waved his whisk, and a golden barrier instantly opened, keeping the black smoke out. However, a few wisps of black smoke still seeped in, immediately corroding the ground and creating numerous craters emitting black smoke. (End of Chapter)