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

In the plaza of the Starry Sky Sword Sect, three divine swords—Azure Frost, Starry Sky, and the reforged Celestial Sword—shone brightly on the altar. Nangong Wan stood in the center of the altar, looking down at the sea of ​​sword cultivators below, his heart filled with countless emotions. In the past ten years, the Starry Sky Sword Sect had become the number one sword cultivator sect in the cultivation world, with branch sects springing up everywhere like mushrooms after rain.

"Today, we witness the birth of a legend." Nangong Wan's voice echoed across the square, "The three swords—Azure Frost, Starry Sky, and Celestial Firmament—have united as one, ushering in a new era for sword cultivators!"

A deafening roar of cheers erupted from the audience. Lin Qingyu, representing the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, stepped forward first and presented a spirit sword as black as ink: "This is the Heavenly Sword Pavilion's secret 'Ink Abyss Sword,' which we offer to the Sword Sect to celebrate this grand occasion!"

Following this, various sects presented their treasures. The Xuantian Sect sent a thousand-year-old cold iron, the Kunlun Sect offered an ancient sword manual, and even the usually mysterious Youming Valley sent a thousand-year-old sword spirit herb. Looking at the mountain of gifts, Nangong Wan understood that the true wealth lay in the sword dao inheritance brought by these three divine swords.

"Senior Sister!" A young disciple rushed over. "It's terrible! A large number of demonic cultivators have appeared on the border of the Northern Wilderness, claiming they want to reclaim the 'Demon Clan's Sacred Relic'!"

Nangong Wan's eyes narrowed: "A sacred artifact of the Demon Clan?"

The old sect leader stroked his beard and said, "Legend has it that the demon race possesses a supreme treasure, the 'Annihilation Demon Pearl,' which can devour sword energy. It was sealed in the Northern Wilderness three hundred years ago by the first sect leader."

"Could it be..." Nangong Wan suddenly realized something and quickly drew the Azure Frost Sword. The patterns on the sword suddenly flickered violently, as if responding to some kind of summons.

"It seems the Demon Orb is about to appear." Fu Shaoping's phantom materialized on the sword. "Master, let me go this time."

Nangong Wan shook his head: "No! You've only just stabilized."

"Trust me," Fu Shaoping said with a gentle smile in the illusory figure, "My sword spirit has fully awakened; this time is different."

Three days later, on the northern border. Amidst the swirling yellow sand, an ancient altar stood deep in the desert. Hundreds of demonic cultivators were performing a bizarre ritual, and suspended in the center of the altar was a jet-black demonic orb—the Annihilation Orb!
"Kill!" With this command, the disciples of the Star Sword Sect engaged in fierce combat with the demonic cultivators. Lin Qingyu's Ink Abyss Sword transformed into a long, dark rainbow, while Nangong Wan's Azure Frost Sword intertwined with the Star Sword to form a sword net, blocking all the demonic cultivators' attacks.

However, at that moment, the Annihilation Demon Orb suddenly emitted a piercing shriek! Countless black sword energies shot out from the orb, temporarily suppressing the light of the Star Sword!
"Not good!" Nangong Wan's expression changed drastically.

On the altar, an old man in black robes laughed wildly as he raised a blood-red magical artifact: "Thank you for delivering yourself to my doorstep! Today, let the Annihilation Demon Orb devour all the sword energy in the world!"

At the critical moment, a streak of azure sword light pierced the sky—Fu Shaoping's sword spirit descended! His figure was even more solid than it had been ten years ago, and the Azure Frost Sword in his hand emitted an unprecedentedly clear and melodious sound.

"Shaoping?!" Nangong Wan was both surprised and delighted.

The illusory figure revealed a warm smile: "Master, I'm back." With a flick of his wrist, the Star Sword and the Celestial Sword appeared simultaneously at his side. "The three swords unite as one, their sword spirits endure forever!"

The three divine swords intertwined in the air to form a perfect triangle, unleashing a world-destroying sword aura! The Annihilation Demon Orb let out a final, unwilling shriek, and was completely purified by the sword aura!
"No!!!" The black-robed old man screamed as his body exploded like a broken doll.

After the battle, Fu Shaoping's illusory figure gently touched Nangong Wan's forehead: "Master, my inheritance is complete." His figure gradually became transparent. "Remember, the way of the sword has no end."

Nangong Wan tried to stop her, but only managed to grasp a wisp of blue light. She looked up and saw the light of three divine swords in the sky intertwined to form a magnificent star map, as if telling the story of the eternal inheritance of the sword way.

On this day, the Starry Sky Sword Sect was officially established as the number one sword sect in the cultivation world. Standing atop the mountain, Nangong Wan gazed at the fading sword light in the distance and whispered, "Shaoping, your swordsmanship will be passed down forever."

Before the gates of the Starry Sky Sword Sect, a newly erected stone tablet bears the inscription "The Sword Spirit Resides Forever." Nangong Wan stands before the tablet, toying with a cyan sword tassel in her hand—the decoration from the Azure Frost Sword once used by Fu Shaoping. Ten years have passed, and the Starry Sky Sword Sect remains as glorious as ever, but whenever the night is still and quiet, she always thinks of that spirited young swordsman.

"Sect Leader, there is a letter for you." A disciple respectfully handed over a jade slip.

Nangong Wan took the jade slip, and the moment his divine sense probed into it, a familiar cyan sword light flashed in his mind. It was Fu Shaoping's sword spirit transmitting a message!

"Master, your disciple is well. The swordsmanship of the Starry Sky Sword Sect has flourished as you wished, which makes your disciple very gratified. Recently, I sensed some unusual activity in the Demon Realm, which may indicate a new crisis. I hope your master will be vigilant."

At the end of the jade slip was a warm sword intent. Nangong Wan smiled slightly and put the jade slip into her sleeve. She knew that this was not the real return of Fu Shaoping, but a warning left by the sword spirit.

On this day, the Star Sword Sect welcomed a special guest—a mysterious sword cultivator from beyond the realm. He wore a long robe with star patterns and held a long sword that shimmered with strange light, calling himself "Starfall Sword Master".

"I have long admired the Starry Sky Sword Sect and have come here to exchange sword techniques." The Starfall Sword Master's voice was as clear and crisp as the collision of stars.

Nangong Wan stood with his sword in hand: "Please enlighten me."

The moment the two swords clashed, the entire plaza was enveloped in dazzling sword light. The Starfall Sword Master's swordsmanship was unpredictable and ever-changing, each strike imbued with the power of the starry sky. Nangong Wan's Azure Frost Sword and Starry Sky Sword intertwined into a net, completely neutralizing the opponent's attacks.

"Excellent swordsmanship!" Starfall Sword Master exclaimed, sheathing his sword. "I never imagined such exquisite swordsmanship existed in the mortal realm."

Nangong Wan keenly sensed the deeper meaning in the other's eyes: "You've come from afar, surely not just for a swordsmanship exchange?"

The Starfall Sword Master sighed, "To be honest, I come from the Sword Realm beyond this domain. Recently, I sensed unusual activity in the Demon Realm passage, fearing a new demonic invasion."

Just then, the sky suddenly changed color. A crack appeared in the once clear sky, and pitch-black demonic energy surged out! A figure clad in a black robe stepped through the air—it was a sword cultivator wearing a black robe with star patterns!
"Starfall Sword Master?!" Nangong Wan stared in shock at the newcomer. The black-robed man grinned maliciously, tearing off his disguise: "Foolish human, I am the Sword Master of the Demon Realm! Today, I will annihilate the Starfall Sword Sect!"

The Azure Frost Sword was instantly drawn, its brilliance mirroring that of the Starry Sky Sword. Nangong Wan felt an unprecedented resonance between the two swords: "So it was you! The mastermind behind the Blood Fiend Sect back then!"

The Demon Realm Sword Master laughed wildly, raising a blood-red magical artifact: "That's right! Back then, I was merely an avatar. Today, I will show you the true Demon Realm swordsmanship!"

Two demonic swords flew out from his sleeves, transforming into two giant black dragons that lunged at Nangong Wan! At the critical moment, countless stars suddenly rained down from the sky—it was the Starfall Sword Master who had made his move!
"Sect Leader Nangong, I apologize!" The sword light of Starfall Sword Master intertwined with Nangong Wan's twin swords, forming a perfect defense.

In the midst of the fierce battle, Nangong Wan suddenly remembered the sword spirit inheritance left behind by Fu Shaoping. She closed her eyes, her divine sense resonating with the three divine swords: "Azure Frost, Starry Sky, Heavenly Firmament, the three swords unite as one!"

In an instant, the world changed color. The light of the three divine swords converged into a sword pillar that pierced through the heavens and earth, completely purifying the Demon Realm Sword Master! The black-robed man let out a final, unwilling roar before being torn to shreds by the sword energy!

After the battle, the Starfall Sword Master bowed deeply: "Many thanks to Sect Leader Nangong for his assistance. The Demon Realm passage has been temporarily sealed, but I'm afraid this is only a temporary measure."

Nangong Wan nodded: "I understand. I will have my disciples intensify their cultivation to be ready to deal with any new crises."

After leaving behind a jade slip with star patterns, the Starfall Sword Master departed. Nangong Wan returned to Sword Peak and handed the jade slip to his chief disciple, Lin Qingyu: "This is a cultivation method from the extraterrestrial sword realm. Study it carefully."

In the stillness of the night, Nangong Wan arrived alone at the Sword Tomb. Three divine swords floated silently in the air, radiating a warm light. She gently stroked their blades, as if she could hear Fu Shaoping whispering in her ear, "Master, the way of the sword has no end."

In the distance, the lights of the Starry Sky Sword Sect twinkled, as brilliant as the starry sky. Nangong Wan knew that Fu Shaoping's sword spirit had taken root and sprouted in this land. She looked up at the sky and seemed to see a streak of azure sword light streaking across the night sky—the eternal sword soul inheritance.
Deep within the Star Sword Sect's library, Lin Qingyu was intently studying the jade slip left behind by the Starfall Sword Master. Moonlight streamed in through the window, casting his shadow on the bookshelf, blending him seamlessly with the ancient sword manuals. Suddenly, a strange fluctuation emanated from the jade slip, and a ray of starlight spilled from a crack, condensing into a drop of crystalline liquid in his palm.

"This is..." Lin Qingyu looked at the starlight in her palm in surprise. A familiar figure was vaguely emerging in the light—Fu Shaoping standing with his sword in hand.

Meanwhile, Nangong Wan was meditating atop Sword Peak. The Azure Frost Sword lay horizontally on his lap, its blade gleaming with a faint azure light. Suddenly, the patterns on the sword began to move on their own, sketching a star map in the air. The stars in the map shifted and converged into a single point—the very spot where Fu Shaoping had fallen—the Eastern Wilderness Sword Tomb.

"Shaoping," Nangong Wan called softly, and the Qing Shuang sword in her hand suddenly emitted a clear hum. The patterns on the sword seemed to move as if alive, leaving a warm mark in her palm.

Three days later, the Star Sword Sect held its annual swordsmanship competition. Lin Qingyu encountered a formidable opponent in the finals and was on the verge of defeat when starlight suddenly burst forth from his palm. His Purple Lightning Sword transformed into countless starlight rays, each strike containing the power of the stars, ultimately reversing the course of the battle.

"This is...!" the audience exclaimed in surprise.

Lin Qingyu himself was also shocked. After the match, he went to the Sword Tomb alone and found that the three divine swords on the altar were resonating. Suddenly, the Azure Frost Sword flew out of its sheath, turned into a beam of azure light in front of him, and disappeared into his brow!
"Ah!" Lin Qingyu staggered backward, countless sword scenes flashing before his eyes—the scene of Fu Shaoping teaching swordsmanship, the moment the Star Sword awakened, the moment the Sky Sword was reforged. Finally, the image of a blue figure nodding and smiling at him was fixed.

"Senior Shaoping?" Lin Qingyu reached out his hand tremblingly, but only grasped a wisp of blue light. The light merged into his body, leaving behind a warm sword intent.

That night, Nangong Wan was reviewing sect documents when she suddenly felt a warmth between her eyebrows. She raised her hand to touch it and discovered a bluish mark that had appeared there—exactly the same mark that Fu Shaoping had had on his brow years ago!
"Master," a familiar voice echoed in her mind, "the sword soul has been passed down; you can rest assured."

Nangong Wan suddenly stood up and looked out the window. In the night sky, the light of the three divine swords intertwined to form a magnificent star map, brighter than ever before. She understood that this was not an illusion—Fu Shaoping's sword spirit had truly merged into the bloodline of the Star Sword Sect.

The following morning, Lin Qingyu stood atop Sword Peak, his Purple Lightning Sword emitting an unprecedentedly clear and resonant sound. He was astonished to discover that he could sense the sword energy fluctuations of disciples a thousand miles away, and even perceive the emotions contained within those sword energies—this was Fu Shaoping's unique state of "Sword Heart Clarity"!
"Senior Shaoping," Lin Qingyu bowed deeply to the sky, "this disciple will certainly not fail your trust."

Meanwhile, within the Eastern Wilderness Sword Tomb, a beam of azure sword light shot into the sky, piercing straight through the clouds. Within that light, a figure holding a sword could be vaguely seen, smiling towards the direction of the Star Sword Sect. After the sword light dissipated, a new line of characters quietly appeared on the stone tablet deep within the Sword Tomb:
"The sword's spirit endures, the lineage continues."

The banners of the Starry Sky Sword Sect fluttered in the morning breeze as a new generation of sword cultivators toiled in the plaza. Their sword energy wove into a net, protecting this land. And deep within the unseen starry sky, a cyan sword light silently watched all this—the eternal legacy of the sword path.
The morning bell of the Starry Sky Sword Sect rang once more, this time its sound clearer and more melodious than ever before. Lin Qingyu stood atop Sword Peak, gazing at the sword cultivators lined up like a chessboard at the foot of the mountain. The humming of his Purple Lightning Sword and Azure Frost Sword echoed in the morning breeze. As the new sect leader, he inherited not only the mantle of the Starry Sky Sword Sect but also the sword spirit left behind by Fu Shaoping.

"Sect Leader, these are the sword cultivator assessment results sent by each branch sect today." A disciple respectfully handed over a jade slip.

Lin Qingyu took the jade slip, and the moment his divine sense probed into it, a series of images flashed through his mind: disciples of the Northern Wilderness branch were fighting against mutated demonic beasts, disciples of the Western Region branch were comprehending sword intent in the Sword Tomb Trial, and disciples of the Southern Border branch were fighting against the invasion of demonic cultivators.
"Not bad." Lin Qingyu nodded slightly and put the jade slip into his sleeve. "Notify all branch sects that I will personally attend the sect competition three months from now."

Stepping out of the council hall, Lin Qingyu went straight to the Sword Tomb. The three divine swords still hovered above the altar, but today the Azure Frost Sword shone exceptionally brightly. He reached out and gently stroked the blade, and a familiar sword intent immediately resonated in his mind:

"Qingyu, the path of the sword has no end."

"Senior Shao Ping!" Lin Qingyu turned around in surprise, only to see the sword light flowing in the sword tomb. He understood that this was Fu Shao Ping's remaining sword spirit responding to him.

Meanwhile, Nangong Wan was handling sect affairs in Xuantian City. As an honorary elder of the Star Sword Sect, although she had stepped down from her official duties, she still paid close attention to the sect's development. On her desk, a cyan sword tassel lay quietly; it was the last item left behind by Fu Shaoping.

"Sect Leader, there's a letter for you." A disciple handed over a gold-embossed invitation.

Nangong Wan unfolded the invitation and smiled slightly: "It's an invitation from the Starfall Sword Master, inviting me to the outer realms to exchange sword techniques." (End of Chapter)