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

Three days later, Nangong Wan stood before the teleportation array, taking one last look in the direction of the Star Sword Sect. The Azure Frost Sword hovered beside her, its patterns shimmering with a warm light. Fu Shaoping's phantom materialized on the sword, nodding in greeting to her.

"Master, I'm going," Nangong Wan said softly, then stepped into the teleportation array.

A flash of light, and her figure vanished from the formation. At the same time, within the sword tomb of the Star Sword Sect, the Azure Frost Sword suddenly emitted a clear, resonant cry. The patterns on its blade moved as if alive, outlining a star map in the air—the location of the extraterrestrial sword realm!

Lin Qingyu stood before the Sword Tomb, gazing up at the twinkling stars in the sky: "Senior Shaoping, Master has already gone to the Outer Realm of Swords. I believe that in the near future, we will be able to exchange and spar with sword cultivators from beyond the realm, allowing the swordsmanship of the Starry Sky Sword Sect to spread throughout the world!"

Just then, the three divine swords suddenly resonated simultaneously. A beam of azure sword light shot into the sky, transforming into starlight that scattered throughout the Sword Sect. The disciples who were practicing their swords were astonished to find that their swordsmanship had suddenly gained new insights, as if an invisible hand was guiding them to perfect their sword techniques.

"This is the power of the sword soul!" Lin Qingyu exclaimed.

Meanwhile, in the distant outer realms of the sword world, Nangong Wan stood atop a floating sword mountain, witnessing an unprecedentedly magnificent sight—countless sword cultivators practiced their swordsmanship under the starry sky, their sword energies intertwining to form a breathtaking star map. The Starfall Sword Master stood beside her, smiling as he spoke:
"Welcome to the true holy land of swordsmanship."

Nangong Wan gripped the Azure Frost Sword tightly, feeling the resonance of sword intent from the Starry Sky Sword Sect: "I look forward to the exchange of sword styles between the two realms."

As night fell, in the Star Sword Sect's plaza, new and old disciples sat around a bonfire, recounting the legendary tales of Fu Shaoping. Lin Qingyu stood on a high platform, gazing at the faintly visible sword light in the depths of the starry sky, and softly said:
"Senior Shao Ping, we will forever remember your spirit of swordsmanship. The future of the Starry Sky Sword Sect will surely be even more glorious!"

In the distance, the light of three divine swords shone brightly, outlining an eternal star map in the night sky. It represented the inheritance of the sword's way, eternal protection, and endless hope.
Deep within the Starry Sky Sword Sect's Scripture Pavilion, the newly appointed Pavilion Master, Su Yuqing, was intently studying a yellowed bamboo scroll. The scroll contained the Starry Sky Sword Sect's oldest sword manual, the "Tai Xu Sword Canon." However, at this moment, under her gaze, the words on the scroll slowly flowed, rearranging and combining into a completely new sword manual.

"This is..." Su Yuqing looked up in surprise and found that the sky outside the window was now full of stars. The light from the three divine swords shone through the window frame, casting dappled shadows on the bamboo scroll in her hand.

Meanwhile, Lin Qingyu was holding the annual Sword Soul Ceremony at the Sword Tomb. On the altar, the Azure Frost Sword, the Star Sword, and the Sky Sword floated in a perfect triangle, their sword energies intertwining to form a dazzling light curtain. The newly initiated disciples knelt before the light curtain, receiving the baptism of the Sword Soul.

"Senior Shao Ping," Lin Qingyu called softly, and the Purple Lightning Sword in her hand suddenly emitted a clear and melodious sound. The patterns on the sword moved as if they were alive, outlining a star map in the air—the sword legacy mark left by Fu Shao Ping.

Deep within the Sword Tomb, a beam of azure sword light suddenly shot into the sky, transforming into starlight that showered down upon each disciple. The disciples receiving this baptism all displayed expressions of sudden enlightenment; their swordsmanship underwent a qualitative leap at that moment.

"The power of the sword soul is getting stronger and stronger," Lin Qingyu exclaimed.

In Xuantian City, Nangong Wan stood before the teleportation array, gazing at the shimmering light screen before her. The Starfall Sword Master told her that the extraterrestrial sword realm was about to hold its first "Starry Sky Assembly," inviting sword cultivators from all walks of life to participate in this grand event.

"Master, I'm off." Nangong Wan gently stroked the Azure Frost Sword, and the patterns on the blade immediately lit up with a warm azure light. Fu Shaoping's phantom image condensed on the sword and nodded to her.

The instant the teleportation array activated, a beam of azure sword light suddenly shot from the direction of the Starry Sword Sect, merging into Nangong Wan's sword sheath. She was astonished to discover that this sword light contained Fu Shaoping's sword intent!

In the outer realms of swords, the Starfall Sword Master stood atop a floating sword mountain, waiting. When he saw Nangong Wan's figure appear in the teleportation array, a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes: "Your sword sheath..."

"It's Senior Shao Ping's sword intent." Nangong Wan took out the Azure Frost Sword, the patterns on its blade resonating with the stellar power of the extraterrestrial sword realm. "It seems the power of the sword soul has transcended the boundaries of space and time."

The inaugural Starry Sky Assembly was held as scheduled. Sword cultivators from all walks of life gathered together, their sword energy weaving into a net that enveloped the entire venue in dazzling light. Lin Qingyu, as the representative of the Starry Sky Sword Sect, exchanged sparring skills with sword cultivators from beyond the realm. His Purple Lightning Sword Technique, infused with the Starry Sky Sword Intent, displayed unprecedented power.

At the height of the event, a crack suddenly appeared in the sky. A beam of azure sword light shot out from the crack, transforming into the figure of Fu Shaoping! Although it was merely a phantom formed from a sword spirit, his appearance still caused a sensation.

"Senior Shaoping!" Lin Qingyu exclaimed in surprise.

Fu Shaoping's illusory figure surveyed the crowd, finally settling on Nangong Wan: "Master, the way of the sword endures forever." His figure gradually became transparent, eventually transforming into specks of starlight that merged into the three divine swords.

"This is..." Starfall Sword Master stared in shock at the scene. "His sword soul has become powerful enough to briefly descend upon the outer sword realm?"

Nangong Wan gripped the Azure Frost Sword tightly, feeling the lingering warmth on its blade: "No, this is a gift left to us by Senior Shaoping. He used his own sword spirit to build a bridge connecting the sword paths of the two realms."

After the conference, Nangong Wan returned to the Star Sword Sect with new insights. She recorded her experiences and reflections from the extraterrestrial sword world into a book, which she named "The Star Sword Record." This work quickly became a required text for the Star Sword Sect, guiding the growth of a new generation of sword cultivators.

Three years passed in the blink of an eye. On this day, the Star Sword Sect held a grand celebration to commemorate the centenary of the Sword Soul inheritance. Lin Qingyu stood atop Sword Peak, gazing at the sword cultivators twinkling like stars at the foot of the mountain, the Purple Lightning Sword in his hand emitting a clear and melodious sound.

"Senior Shaoping, can you see that?" Lin Qingyu called softly. "Your spirit of swordsmanship has been passed down for a hundred years and will continue to be passed down."

The Azure Frost Sword suddenly flew out of its sheath on its own, tracing a perfect arc in the air. The patterns on the sword moved as if alive, outlining a star map in the sky—a swordsmanship legacy that transcended time and space!

In the distance, the light of three divine swords shone brightly, weaving an eternal star map in the night sky. The banners of the Star Sword Sect fluttered in the morning breeze, and the new generation of sword cultivators were sweating profusely in the square, their sword energy intertwining into a net to protect this land.

The sword's spirit endures, the lineage continues. This is Fu Shaoping's most precious legacy, and the eternal mission of the Star Sword Sect.
The morning bell of the Star Sword Sect rang through the sky, and the 120th generation disciples lined up neatly in Sword Peak Square. Lin Qingyu stood on the high platform, holding the Purple Lightning Sword, looking at the energetic young faces below. Suddenly, a slight vibration came from the scabbard in his hand.

"Sect Leader, this is..." The eldest disciple, Li Mubai, noticed something amiss. Lin Qingyu nodded slightly: "The sword spirit senses it." He looked up at the sky and saw that the sky, which should have been clear, suddenly had a strange vortex appear, and the sound of swords faintly came from the dark cracks.

The three divine swords resonated simultaneously. The Azure Frost Sword soared into the sky from the Sword Tomb, its blade undulating as if alive; the Star Sword shone with unprecedented brilliance; and even the long-silent Heavenly Dome Sword emitted a deep hum.

"Not good!" Lin Qingyu's expression changed drastically. "This is..."

Before he finished speaking, a streak of azure sword light suddenly fell from the crack in the sky. When the sword light dissipated, Fu Shaoping's figure was revealed—but this time, his face was younger than he remembered, and his aura was as ethereal as smoke.

"Senior Shaoping?" Lin Qingyu reached out in disbelief, but only grasped a wisp of blue light.

Fu Shaoping's illusory figure revealed a gentle smile: "Qingyu, the time for the sword soul to return to nothingness has come." He pointed to the rift in the sky, "The Demon Realm passage is about to open completely; this is the final battle."

The sky suddenly changed color, and countless demonic energies surged out from the cracks. A figure clad in black robes stepped through the air—it was none other than the Demon Realm Sword Master who had been severely injured a hundred years ago! His aura was even more powerful than it had been a hundred years ago, and he was followed by an army of countless demonic cultivators.

"Finally," the Demon Realm Sword Master grinned maliciously, raising a blood-red magical artifact, "this time, we'll wipe out the Star Sword Sect completely!"

At the critical moment, the three divine swords suddenly detached from the altar, transforming into three streams of light that entered Fu Shaoping's body. His figure instantly solidified, and the Azure Frost Sword in his hand emitted a deafening hum.

"This is... the fusion of three swords?" The Demon Realm Sword Master revealed a look of horror for the first time.

Fu Shaoping leaped into the air, the patterns on his sword moving as if alive, outlining a complete celestial map in the sky. The Demon Realm Sword Master's attack was easily deflected by the sword light, and he was horrified to discover that his demonic energy was being purified by the sword light!
"This is impossible!" the Demon Sword Master roared madly, "My demon core is eternal..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Azure Frost Sword pierced his chest. The Demon Realm Sword Master's body exploded like a broken doll, turning into a rain of blood. But what was even more shocking was that this rain of blood condensed in mid-air into a jet-black bead—the Annihilation Demon Bead!
"Watch out!" Lin Qingyu shouted.

Fu Shaoping swung his sword down with a backhand strike, and both the Azure Frost Sword and the Starry Sky Sword emitted clear, resonant cries. The Annihilation Demon Pearl let out a final, unwilling shriek as it was completely purified by the sword energy!
After the battle, Fu Shaoping's figure began to fade into nothingness. He surveyed the crowd one last time, his gaze lingering for a moment on Nangong Wan's illusory form: "Master, this disciple can finally rest."

Before he finished speaking, his body had already transformed into countless specks of light and vanished into thin air. The three divine swords simultaneously emitted a mournful cry, the patterns on their blades gradually dimming.
The Starry Sky Sword Sect held its most solemn funeral. Lin Qingyu enshrined the cyan sword tassel left by Fu Shaoping along with the three divine swords in the Sword Tomb. That night, countless stars seemed to gather above the Sword Tomb, bidding farewell to this grandmaster of swordsmanship.

Three hundred years later, the Star Sword Sect has become an eternal legend in the cultivation world. The new generation of sword cultivators still tell the story of Fu Shaoping and can still feel the sword intent remaining in the three divine swords.

In the unseen depths of the starry sky, a streak of azure sword light silently floats. Engraved on its blade are four ancient characters: "Sword Soul Forever," a timeless guardian transcending time and space.
At the foot of Qingya Mountain, a golden sea of ​​wheat rippled in the wind. In front of farmer Wang Laosan's mud-brick house, a baby in swaddling clothes giggled and waved its tiny pink hands in the air. This child, just a month old, was the reincarnation of Fu Shaoping.

"This child," Wang Laosan said, holding the swaddled baby with eyes full of affection, "is handsome and refined; he's sure to amount to something."

The child's mother, Li, was busy at the stove when she heard this and laughed, "Look at what you're saying. Our family has been farming for generations. What kind of future can we have? As long as this child grows up healthy, that's all that matters."

The baby in the swaddling clothes suddenly stopped laughing, its dark eyes staring intently at the thatched roof. Wang Laosan didn't notice this detail, assuming the baby was just looking at the shimmering sunlight.

No one knew that this seemingly ordinary farm baby had an almost invisible blue mark between his eyebrows—the mark of a reincarnated sword spirit. Even less did anyone know that, in the stillness of the night, the baby's fingertips would unconsciously trace profound sword incantations.

Spring came and autumn went, and three years passed in the blink of an eye. The boy named Wang Xiaohu had grown into a robust and chubby-cheeked young man, but he always liked to hide behind the haystack and daydream. While the other children in the village played, he would often squat on the ground and draw strange patterns with a twig.

"Little Tiger is drawing bugs again," his friends teased him.

Wang Xiaohu's face flushed red: "This isn't an insect! This is...a sword!"

That evening, Wang Xiaohu came to the small hill behind the village as usual. The setting sun cast a long shadow of him. He sat cross-legged on the grass, unconsciously drawing sword incantations on the ground with a twig. Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew by, and a faint humming sound came from the grass.

Wang Xiaohu looked up in surprise and discovered that his tree branch was emitting a faint bluish light! Even more miraculously, he felt a warm current flowing within his body, as if something was about to burst forth.
"Little Tiger! Come home for dinner!" His mother's call interrupted this wondrous experience. The child hurriedly gathered up the branch, and the blue light vanished instantly.

Back home, Wang Laosan was sharpening a wood-chopping knife. "Dad," Wang Xiaohu suddenly asked, "what does a sword look like?"

Old Wang paused for a moment, then said, "A sword? It's an iron weapon used for chopping wood and self-defense." He took a rusty iron sword down from the wall, "Like this one."

The child took the iron sword, his fingertips inadvertently tracing its blade. In an instant, the sword emitted a clear, resonant hum! Old Wang was so startled he nearly dropped his wood-chopping knife: "This broken sword hasn't made a sound in years!"

In the dead of night, Li noticed that her son was not sleeping soundly. In the moonlight, the child's brow was furrowed, and his lips twitched occasionally, as if he were fighting someone in his dream. Even more eerie, a faint bluish light flickered within his clenched fist.
At the same time, within the sword tomb of the Star Sword Sect, the Azure Frost Sword suddenly trembled slightly. The patterns on the sword moved as if alive, outlining a scene in the air—the scene of Wang Xiaohu drawing sword incantations behind the haystack.

"Interesting." Lin Qingyun stood before the sword mound, her Purple Lightning Sword trembling slightly. "The sword spirit aura of Senior Shao Ping."

Unbeknownst to her, in a rural courtyard thousands of miles away, a new life carrying the legacy of swordsmanship was unknowingly embarking on its own destiny. (End of Chapter)