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

Before the words were finished, a clear, melodious sword cry suddenly echoed from the sky. The two looked up and saw a streak of azure sword light pierce the sky, falling before them like a shooting star. As the sword light dissipated, the Azure Frost Sword hovered silently on the ground, a faint azure halo flowing across its blade, as if telling a story.

Nangong Wan picked up the Qing Shuang Sword with trembling hands. The moment she touched the hilt, a warm power surged into her heart. To her surprise, she discovered a new pattern on the sword—a human-shaped mark, exactly the same as the blue mark between Fu Shaoping's eyebrows.

"This is... Shao Ping's sword spirit mark?" A look of surprise flashed in Nangong Xuan's eyes. "The sword spirit hasn't completely dissipated!"

Just then, the Azure Frost Sword suddenly hummed, its tip pointing down the cliff. The two looked in the direction of the sound and saw a beam of azure light slowly rising from the cliff face—it was a green stone tablet about half a person's height, its surface covered with mysterious runes, and in the very center of which appeared three ancient characters: "Sword Soul Scripture".

"This is..." Nangong Xuan stepped forward, his fingertips lightly touching the stone tablet. Instantly, a vast stream of information flooded into his mind. His pupils contracted sharply: "This is... a brand-new sword technique created by Fu Shaoping, using his own sword soul as a guide, fusing the Dao of the Heavenly Profound Sword and the Azure Frost Sword!"

The words on the stone tablet seemed to move as if they were alive, unfolding a series of scenes before the two: the scene of Fu Shaoping resonating with the Tianxuan Sword in the Sword Tomb, his resolute act of transforming himself into an array when the Demon Lord descended, and the process of sealing the power of the sword soul into the stone tablet at the last moment.
Nangong Wan suddenly clutched her chest, and the Purple Lightning Sword emitted a rapid tremor. To her surprise, she discovered that a strange sword aura had appeared within her body—an aura identical to Fu Shaoping's, yet possessing her own unique Purple Lightning attribute!
"Master...I..." Nangong Wan stared in disbelief at his palm, a wisp of bluish-purple sword energy flowing between his fingertips. "A part of Shao Ping's sword spirit remains within me?"

Nangong Xuan nodded with a complex expression: "The sword spirit possesses a soul, and it has chosen to inherit this legacy. This is both Fu Shaoping's last wish and a blessing for the Xuantian Sect." He turned to the stone tablet, his voice firm, "From this day forward, the *Sword Soul Scripture* will become the Xuantian Sect's supreme martial art, and you will inherit its mantle."

A mountain breeze swept by, ruffling the robes of the two. In the distance, disciples of the Xuantian Sect were arriving one after another, gazing up at the two on the mountaintop with a mixture of sorrow and hope in their eyes. The Azure Frost Sword stood silently beside the stone tablet, its patterns sometimes bright and sometimes dim, as if telling an eternal vow.

"Shaoping, oh Shaoping," Nangong Wan gently stroked the sword, and the Purple Lightning Sword and the Azure Frost Sword resonated with a harmonious hum. "Your sword spirit will continue to be passed down. One day, I will use this sword to cut away all the injustice in the world for you!"

As the sun set, it cast long, long shadows of the two figures. At the summit of Qingya Mountain, the Qing Shuang Sword and the Tian Xuan Sword shone brightly, their eternal light gleaming in the twilight. A soft laugh seemed to drift on the mountain breeze—the voice of Fu Shaoping—he had never truly departed; his sword spirit would forever protect this land.
As dawn broke, a thin mist shrouded the summit of Qingya Mountain. Nangong Wan sat cross-legged before the stone tablet of the "Sword Soul Scripture," the Purple Lightning Sword lying horizontally on his lap, while the Azure Frost Sword stood upright beside him. The azure patterns on the swords appeared and disappeared in the morning light, flowing slowly as if they were alive.

"Shaoping," Nangong Wan called softly, her fingertips lightly stroking the sword. In an instant, the Azure Frost Sword emitted a clear and melodious hum, and a wisp of azure sword energy overflowed from the tip of the sword, condensing in the air into the shape of Fu Shaoping.

“Wanmei,” the illusory figure smiled gently, “There’s no need to grieve for me. The sword spirit lives on; I am with you.”

Nangong Wan fought back tears: "But...your body..."

"The path of sword cultivation is inherently the fusion of sword and soul." Fu Shaoping's figure gradually became transparent. "I will integrate the power of my sword soul into the 'Sword Soul Scripture,' so that when Xuan Tian Sect disciples practice this technique in the future, they will be able to sense my presence."

Before he finished speaking, footsteps sounded in the distance. Nangong Xuan, holding a bamboo scroll, walked slowly over: "Shaoping, you've come at the right time. I have already comprehended the first level of the cultivation method of the *Sword Soul Scripture*, and I have come to verify it with you."

The illusory figure bowed to Nangong Xuan: "Master is wise. This disciple humbly requests that Master pass on the *Sword Soul Scripture* to more disciples."

Nangong Xuan nodded solemnly: "That's exactly what I was thinking. Although the Blood Fiend Sect has been destroyed, the remnants of the Demon Race still remain. The Xuantian Sect needs more sword cultivators to protect this land."

And so, the *Sword Soul Scripture* began to be taught within the Xuan Tian Sect. The first seven selected disciples stood atop the mountain, each holding a longsword, and bowed to the stone tablet. The Azure Frost Sword hovered in the air, its patterns lighting up in sequence, transforming the essence of the *Sword Soul Scripture* into starlight, which flowed into the bodies of the seven disciples.

"Ah!" The leading disciple suddenly exclaimed. His sword suddenly hummed, and a blue pattern appeared on the blade, exactly the same as the pattern on the Azure Frost Sword.

"This is...Sword Soul Resonance?" Nangong Xuan exclaimed in surprise as he watched this scene unfold. "Shaoping's sword soul is choosing a successor!"

Of the seven disciples, three successfully resonated with the sword spirit. They knelt before the stone tablet, their eyes gleaming with unwavering determination. Watching this scene, Nangong Wan's lips unconsciously curled into a smile: "Shaoping, you see, your swordsmanship is being passed down."

Meanwhile, branches of the Xuantian Sect across the land began teaching the "Sword Soul Scripture." In just six months, hundreds of disciples had successfully entered the path. Whenever the night was still and quiet, these disciples would feel the call of the Azure Frost Sword, as if someone were guiding their cultivation from the unseen realm.

On this day, Nangong Wan was instructing her disciples in sword practice at Sword Peak. Suddenly, the Azure Frost Sword emitted a rapid tremor, and all the patterns on its blade lit up. She looked up in surprise and saw a beam of azure light shooting straight into the sky!

"This is..." Nangong Wan's heart tightened, and he immediately summoned all his disciples. Everyone looked up and saw a blurry figure vaguely visible in the pillar of light—it was Fu Shaoping!

"Disciples pay respects to Master!" Seven disciples who resonated with the sword spirit were the first to kneel and pay their respects. Seeing this, the other disciples also knelt down.

The illusory figure smiled with satisfaction: "No need for formalities. I've summoned you here today to discuss important matters." His gaze swept over the crowd. "Although the demon race is temporarily sealed, the threat remains. I sense that an ancient sword tomb is about to appear in the Eastern Wilderness."

Nangong Wan frowned: "Is this the relic the Blood Fiend Sect was searching for back then?"

“Exactly.” Fu Shaoping nodded. “That sword tomb contains the legacy of an ancient sword cultivator. If it falls into the hands of the demon race, the consequences would be unimaginable. I intend to send you there to protect it.”

The seven disciples responded in unison, "We will obey our Master's instructions!"

Just then, the Azure Frost Sword suddenly emitted a clear, resonant cry, and a beam of azure light shot from its blade, transforming into a sword-shaped jade slip, which fell into Nangong Wan's hand. Fu Shaoping explained, "This is the sword spirit imprint I left behind; it can help you deal with crises."

After seeing her disciples off, Nangong Wan stood alone atop the mountain, gazing towards the Eastern Wilderness. The Azure Frost Sword stood silently beside her, its patterns shimmering faintly. She gently stroked the blade, as if she could hear Fu Shaoping whispering in her ear: "Wan-mei, remember, the way of swordsmanship lies in the heart, not in the sword."

The moonlight, like water, bathed the figures of the master and disciple. In the distance, the lights of the Xuan Tian Sect twinkled like stars. The hum of the Azure Frost Sword gradually subsided, leaving only a faint sigh: "Be careful on your journey to the Eastern Wilderness."

In the desolate eastern lands, yellow sand swirled. A group from the Xuan Tian Sect struggled forward, led by Nangong Wan and seven disciples whose sword spirits resonated with her. The Azure Frost Sword hovered at the front of the group, its tip pointing towards a faintly visible black mountain range in the distance. "Senior Sister, the Sword Tomb is just ahead," a disciple said, pointing into the distance, "but the aura here..."

Nangong Wan nodded, her expression grave: "The demonic energy is dense; it seems the demons have arrived first." She looked up at the Azure Frost Sword, the patterns on its blade gleaming with a warning light.

As the group approached the mountains, the ground suddenly trembled violently. Dozens of black-robed demonic cultivators burst forth from the dust, led by none other than a remnant of the Blood Fiend Sect—a burly man with a ferocious face.

"You little brats from the Xuantian Sect, you've come at the perfect time!" the burly man laughed wildly, brandishing his demonic blade. "This Sword Tomb belongs to our Blood Fiend Sect!"

Nangong Wan snorted coldly, "You're courting death!" He drew his Purple Lightning Sword, its light flashing like lightning. The seven disciples quickly formed a battle formation, and cyan sword energy soared into the sky.

The battle was about to erupt. Nangong Wan's Purple Lightning Sword Technique was fierce, each strike capable of slaying a demonic cultivator. However, these demonic cultivators were clearly specially trained, their fighting style unpredictable and ever-changing. Even more worrying was that, as the battle progressed, strange cracks began to appear in the ground, from which dark demonic energy surged forth!

"Watch out!" Nangong Wan suddenly exclaimed. One disciple, unable to dodge in time, was corrupted by demonic energy, his eyes instantly turning bloodshot, and he turned to attack his companion!

"It's demonic energy corruption!" Nangong Wan hurriedly tried to save the disciple, only to see the disciple's body suddenly swell up and eventually explode, turning into a cloud of black mist!
"Young Master, the Sword Tomb is about to open!" Seeing the situation was dire, the burly man suddenly shouted and led his men in retreat. Before leaving, he grinned maliciously and threw out a black talisman, "Sending you all to hell!"

The moment the talisman exploded, the mountain at the entrance to the Sword Tomb split open with a deafening roar, revealing a pitch-black hole. A powerful suction force pulled several disciples inside!
"Senior Sister!" the disciple who was caught in the crossfire exclaimed.

Nangong Wan gritted her teeth: "Azure Frost Sword, hold!" The Azure Frost Sword emitted a clear, resonant cry, and a beam of azure light shot out from its blade, forming a barrier that stabilized the remaining disciples. However, the suction force at the cave entrance was too strong, and she couldn't get any closer.

Just then, the Azure Frost Sword suddenly broke free from her control, transforming into a streak of light that shot straight towards the cave entrance! Nangong Wan was shocked: "Shaoping's sword spirit!"

A phantom figure materialized on the sword, and Fu Shaoping's voice came: "Wanmei, I'll be right back!" Before he finished speaking, the Qing Shuang sword had already disappeared into the cave entrance.

"Senior Sister!" the rescued disciple called out anxiously.

Nangong Wan steadied herself: "Don't worry, this is Shao Ping's sword spirit guiding us." She quickly took out a sword-shaped jade slip. "Let's go!"

Inside the cave, the Azure Frost Sword hovered in front, its patterns shimmering faintly, guiding the way. Nangong Wan led his disciples forward cautiously, the surrounding walls etched with ancient sword marks, exuding an aura of vicissitude.

"These are sword intents left behind by ancient sword cultivators?" a disciple exclaimed in amazement.

Suddenly, a huge stone chamber appeared ahead. In the center of the chamber, an ancient sword, entirely black, floated in the air, its blade shrouded in eerie black mist—it was the ancient demonic sword that the Blood Fiend Sect was searching for!
"Watch out!" Nangong Wan shouted sharply. Suddenly, the demonic sword emitted a piercing shriek, and countless black sword energies shot towards the group!

The Azure Frost Sword was instantly drawn, clashing with the Demonic Sword. "Clang!" The sound of metal clashing rang out, and both swords trembled simultaneously. Fu Shaoping's illusory figure engaged in a fierce battle with the black shadow within the Demonic Sword, filling the stone chamber with crisscrossing sword energy.

"Senior sister, we're here to help you!" Seven disciples formed a formation and charged forward, their cyan sword energy and purple lightning sword light intertwining to form a net, blocking the demonic sword's attack from the outside.

In the midst of the fierce battle, Nangong Wan suddenly discovered a hidden door in the corner of the stone chamber. A thought struck her: "Shaoping, hold off the Demon Sword! We'll find the control mechanism!"

Fu Shaoping's illusory figure nodded: "Be careful!"

The three rushed toward the hidden door. As soon as Nangong Wan pushed open the door, he was shocked by what he saw—in the center of the secret chamber, a huge array was slowly operating, and at the core of the array was a beating blood-red heart!
"This is... the Demon Lord's demon core?" Nangong Wan gasped.

Just then, a loud crash came from behind. The Demon Sword broke free from the Frost Sword's suppression and charged towards the secret chamber! In the nick of time, Nangong Wan grabbed a stone sword from beside the formation and hurled it at the Demon Sword!

"Qiang!"

The stone sword clashed with the demonic sword, producing a metallic clang. Even more astonishingly, patterns similar to those on the Azure Frost Sword suddenly lit up on the stone sword!
"This is... a relic of an ancient sword cultivator?" Nangong Wan was overjoyed and quickly picked up the stone sword. The moment she grasped the stone sword, a surge of immense power flowed into her body, resonating with the Azure Frost Sword!
The demonic sword was repelled by this force and hovered in mid-air. Fu Shaoping's phantom seized the opportunity to strike down with his sword, resealing the demonic sword. At the same time, Nangong Wan infused spiritual power into the formation, and the blood-red heart let out a final, unwilling beat before turning to ashes.

"We succeeded!" the disciples cheered.

The Azure Frost Sword returned to Nangong Wan's hand, its patterns even brighter than before. Fu Shaoping's illusory figure smiled with satisfaction: "Thank you, Senior Sister. Now, it's time to go back."

Before the words were even finished, the entire stone chamber began to shake violently. The stone door at the exit slowly opened, and morning light streamed in through the cracks.

Back on the ground, the yellow sands of the Eastern Wilderness still swirled in the air. However, Nangong Wan knew that after this battle, the swordsmanship of the Xuantian Sect would shine even brighter. She looked up at the sky and seemed to see Fu Shaoping smiling at her from the clouds.

"Shaoping, we did it." She said softly, the Azure Frost Sword in her hand emitting a clear hum, as if in response to her words.

In the distance, the banners of the Xuantian Sect fluttered in the wind. A new era was about to begin.
(End of this chapter)