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

When Wang Xiaohu was five years old, a caravan of mules arrived at Qingya Mountain. The leader was a burly man with a black, curved knife at his waist, which gleamed coldly in the sunlight. When the caravan stopped to rest at the village entrance, Wang Xiaohu was squatting by the roadside watching ants carry their loads.

"You brat, get out of the way!" The burly man kicked Wang Xiaohu, who was blocking his path, aside, a barely perceptible glint of blue light flashing in his eyes. The child fell to the ground, blood seeping from his knees, but stubbornly refused to cry out.

That evening, Wang Laosan discovered that his son had a persistent high fever. Even more strangely, the child kept muttering in his delirium, "Jianjian is going to wake up." Li Shi placed a wet towel on her son's forehead and suddenly noticed a wisp of blue light shining through his tightly clenched fist!

“Honey, look,” Li said, pointing tremblingly to her son’s palm.

When Wang Laosan took a closer look, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak—that was no ordinary light, but a thin, hair-like cyan sword aura that was slowly moving in the child's palm!

At the same time, within the sword tomb of the Star Sword Sect, the Azure Frost Sword emitted a clear and melodious cry. The patterns on the sword's surface lit up as if alive, and a phantom sword spirit separated from the sword, transforming into azure light that shot straight into the sky.

"Senior Shao Ping's sword spirit!" Lin Qingyun, who was cultivating in the Sword Tomb, suddenly opened her eyes. "He has found his reincarnation!"

Three days later, Wang Xiaohu's high fever miraculously subsided. But the child had changed; he became taciturn and often stared blankly into space. Even stranger, he began drawing various strange patterns on the ground with a twig. The lines seemed random, yet they subtly reflected the principles of swordsmanship.

One day, Wang Xiaohu was herding cattle by the river. Lying on the grass, gazing at the drifting clouds, he unconsciously drew a complete sword technique with the branch in his hand. Suddenly, a strange figure appeared in the river's reflection—a swordsman dressed in green, standing with his sword in hand!

"Who are you?" Wang Xiaohu sat up abruptly, only to find that he only had his own reflection on the riverbank.

That evening, Li discovered a wooden sword hidden under her son's pillow. Even more shockingly, when she accidentally touched the wooden sword, she felt a sharp pain in her fingertips—the sword was emanating wisps of sword energy!
"Mother," Wang Xiaohu suddenly spoke, his eyes unusually clear, "I had a dream. I dreamt that an older brother in blue clothes taught me swordsmanship."

Just as Li was about to press further, a commotion erupted outside the door. Wang Laosan rushed in, shouting in a panic, "It's terrible! The caravan is back! They say they want to take Xiaohu away!"

Before he could finish speaking, a violent banging came from outside the courtyard. Wang Xiaohu's eyes narrowed, and the wooden sword in his hand suddenly hummed. Even more strangely, he felt a warm current surging through his body, as if something was about to burst forth.
"boom!"

The courtyard gate was violently kicked open. A burly man stormed in with several henchmen, his eyes gleaming with greed: "I heard this kid has a treasured sword? Hand it over, and I'll spare your whole family!"

Wang Xiaohu slowly stood up, the wooden sword in his hand gleaming blue in the moonlight. The burly man sneered and drew his curved sword to strike. Just as the blade was about to strike the child, the wooden sword suddenly burst forth with a blinding blue light!

"Qiang!"

Amidst the clang of metal on metal, the curved saber was shattered to pieces by the wooden sword! The burly man staggered back in horror, staring incredulously at his severed hand: "A monster!"

Wang Xiaohu's eyes were icy cold, and the blue light on the wooden sword grew stronger. Suddenly, he shot out like an arrow, the wooden sword drawing a perfect arc in the air. By the time everyone reacted, the burly man was already lying on the ground, the wooden sword embedded in his chest—the blade completely pierced through, leaving only the hilt sticking out.

"Monster!" the remaining caravan henchmen screamed and fled. Wang Xiaohu didn't give chase, but turned to his parents, his eyes flashing with unfamiliar light: "Dad, Mom, I...I don't know what happened."

Mrs. Li rushed forward and hugged her son, tears streaming down her face: "My son!"

Wang Laosan pointed tremblingly at the remains of the wooden sword in his son's hand—it was no longer an ordinary wooden sword, but the nascent form of a spirit sword, its blade faintly showing fine patterns.
That night, at the foot of Qingya Mountain, a sword prodigy was born into a farmer's family. Meanwhile, within the sword tomb of the Starry Sky Sword Sect, the Azure Frost Sword once again emitted a clear, resonant cry, as if in response to something.
The wooden sword fragments in Wang Xiaohu's hand gleamed with an eerie bluish light under the moonlight, the patterns on the blade flowing slowly as if alive. Li Shi hugged her son tightly, trembling all over: "My son, what happened to you..."

"Mother, I'm not afraid." Wang Xiaohu's voice suddenly became unusually steady, completely different from the childish tone expected of a five-year-old. He looked down at his trembling little hands, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes, "My hands don't feel like mine."

Just then, the wooden sword suddenly emitted a clear, melodious hum, and the patterns on its blade shone with a dazzling light. Wang Xiaohu felt a warm current surge from his palm into his entire body, and countless images of sword techniques suddenly flashed through his mind—some were profound and complex sword manuals, some were fluid and graceful swordplay, and others...
"The Azure Frost Sword Technique!" he blurted out, then froze. "Who...who told me this?"

Old Wang mustered his courage and stepped forward, trying to snatch the strange wooden sword: "Little Tiger, give it to your father."

However, the moment his fingers touched the hilt of the sword, he let out a scream. The wooden sword suddenly emitted a burst of blue light, and Wang Laosan's palm was instantly burned, wisps of blue smoke rising from it!
"Father!" Wang Xiaohu exclaimed, instinctively gripping the wooden sword tightly. Strangely, when his flesh and blood touched the blade, the violent sword energy miraculously subsided.

Seeing this, Li suddenly remembered something and pulled out a long-forgotten red cloth bundle from under the bed: "Son, your father never lets you see this." She opened the bundle with trembling hands, and inside lay a rusty iron sword with the blurry character "Qing" engraved on its blade.

"This was left behind by a wandering Taoist priest the year you were born," Li's voice trembled. "He said...that a sword-wielding prodigy would emerge from our family."

Wang Xiaohu took the iron sword, and in an instant, the two swords simultaneously emitted a resonant hum! Even more astonishingly, the patterns on the wooden sword wreckage perfectly matched the character "青" on the iron sword, as if they were originally one!
"Boom!"

Suddenly, lightning flashed and thunder roared outside the window. A bolt of blue lightning struck the old locust tree in the courtyard. The trunk split open, revealing a hidden compartment where a yellowed sword manual lay quietly—the "Azure Frost Sword Manual"!
As if drawn by something, Wang Xiaohu staggered and picked up the sword manual. The moment he opened it, countless golden characters floated from the pages, forming complete sword moves in the air. His body began to move uncontrollably, each move perfectly matching the illustrations in the manual!
"This...this is innate sword bone!" Li collapsed to the ground, her voice trembling. "The innate sword bone that the elders spoke of."

Ignoring the pain in his hand, Wang Laosan knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, crying out, "Heavens above, is our family about to produce a sword immortal?"

Just then, a clear, melodious sword cry rang out from outside the courtyard. The three looked up and saw a streak of azure light streak across the night sky, disappearing in an instant. At the same time, within the sword tomb of the Star Sword Sect, the Azure Frost Sword emitted a deafening hum, its patterns lighting up and moving as if alive.
Atop a mountain a thousand miles away, Lin Qingyun suddenly opened her eyes: "Senior Shao Ping's sword spirit has been found! And he has already begun cultivating on his own?"

She gazed towards Qingya Mountain, a complex light flickering in her eyes: "It seems that the swordsmanship legacy of this generation must be protected by us personally."

Chapter Thirty-Two: A Visitor in the Starry Night Wang Xiaohu was completely absorbed in his swordplay, only stopping when dawn broke. He stood panting in the courtyard, discovering that the "Azure Frost Sword Manual" in his hand had turned into an ordinary yellow paper, all the golden characters on it gone.

"Little Tiger!" Li Shi ran out, her eyes red. "Your father went to town to fetch a doctor. Your hand..."

Wang Xiaohu then noticed that the area on his palm that had been burned by the wooden sword the night before was completely healed, with smooth, new skin. Even stranger, when he clenched his fist, his fingertips would unconsciously trace mysterious sword techniques.

"Mother, I'm alright." He forced a smile, when suddenly he heard the clear sound of horse bells coming from outside the courtyard.

Old Wang San rushed in, panting, "Something terrible has happened! A swordsman riding a large blue horse has come to town, saying he's looking for Little Tiger!"

Before the words were finished, a clear, cold female voice came from the courtyard gate: "Is Wang Xiaohu at home?"

The three went outside and saw a young woman in a star-patterned robe leading a magnificent blue horse, standing at the courtyard gate. She had a sword at her waist, and her face was beautiful yet exuded a sharp, sword-like aura.

"Is it you who wanted to see me?" Wang Xiaohu asked timidly.

The woman nodded slightly: "Lin Qingyun of the Starry Sky Sword Sect has come to guide the Sword Soul successor on the orders of the sect leader." Her sharp gaze swept over Wang Xiaohu's entire body. "Did you dream about anything last night?"

Wang Xiaohu was startled and subconsciously touched the remains of the wooden sword in his arms, now reduced to an ordinary iron sword. A hint of surprise flashed in Lin Qingyun's eyes: "The sword spirit has already recognized its master?"

Just then, a clear and melodious sword cry suddenly rang out from the sky. The three looked up and saw a blue meteor streak across the sky, trailing a long, fiery tail as it plummeted towards the distant Green Cliff Mountain!
"Not good!" Lin Qingyun's expression changed drastically. "Something strange has happened at the Sword Tomb! Little Tiger, come with me."

She suddenly scooped up Wang Xiaohu, lightly touched the ground with her toes, and shot into the sky like an arrow! Wang Laosan and Li Shi felt a dizzying sensation, and when they opened their eyes again, the mother and son were already standing outside the courtyard wall, watching helplessly as the blue figure carrying Xiaohu disappeared into the horizon.

"Mother." Wang Xiaohu gripped Lin Qingyun's sleeve tightly, his eyes filled with fear and confusion.

Lin Qingyun slowed down and said softly, "Don't be afraid, your master will take you to see the true world of swordsmanship." She paused, "The sword spirit has already awakened within you; this is the inheritance of the ancient sword immortal Fu Shaoping."

Before the words were even finished, a deafening roar suddenly erupted from below. A beam of azure light shot skyward from the summit of Qingya Mountain, enveloping the entire peak in sword energy!

"The Sword Tomb has opened!" Lin Qingyun exclaimed solemnly. "It seems the aura of the Demon Realm has already affected this place."

A thousand miles away at the Starry Sky Sword Sect, Nangong Wan's illusory figure was manifesting atop Sword Peak. Gazing towards Green Cliff Mountain, he murmured to himself, "Shaoping, your reincarnation has finally been found."

At the summit of Qingya Mountain, a beam of azure light shot into the sky, enveloping the entire mountain in a sacred glow. Lin Qingyun, carrying Wang Xiaohu, landed at the entrance of the Sword Tomb. The once tranquil altar was now filled with crisscrossing sword energy, and the three divine swords were emitting a heart-stirring hum.

"This...this is the resonance of the Sword Tomb!" Lin Qingyun exclaimed solemnly. "It seems that Xiao Hu's sword spirit has resonated with the three swords."

Wang Xiaohu was placed at the edge of the altar, timidly gazing at everything before him. The three floating divine swords exuded a terrifying aura, especially the Azure Frost Sword, whose patterns seemed to move like living things, as if calling out to something.

“Go, child,” Lin Qingyun encouraged softly. “Your path of swordsmanship begins now.”

Wang Xiaohu took a deep breath and walked tremblingly towards the center of the altar. The instant his foot touched the altar, the three divine swords suddenly emitted a clear and melodious cry! The Azure Frost Sword transformed into a streak of light and flew straight towards him!
"Ah!" Wang Xiaohu exclaimed, instinctively closing his eyes. However, the expected pain did not come; instead, a warm power surged into his body. He cautiously opened his eyes and found that the Azure Frost Sword had transformed into a beam of azure light and disappeared into his brow!

"Ugh," Wang Xiaohu groaned, as countless images of sword techniques suddenly flooded his mind. There were profound and complex sword manuals, flowing sword techniques, and scenes of Fu Shaoping's great battle against the demons.
"This is... Senior Shao Ping's memories?" he murmured to himself, a determined light shining in his eyes.

At the same time, a rumbling sound suddenly came from the depths of the Sword Tomb. Lin Qingyun's expression changed drastically: "Not good! Demonic energy invasion!"

A crack appeared in the rock beneath the altar, and dark demonic energy surged forth like a tide. A figure clad in black robes slowly rose—it was a demonic cultivator!
"Hahaha!" the demonic cultivator sneered, "I never expected the Sword Soul successor to be such a greenhorn! Today, I'll teach him a lesson..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Xiaohu suddenly raised his hand. A cyan sword aura had somehow materialized at his fingertips, and with a thought, it shot forth like a rainbow, piercing directly through the demonic cultivator's chest!
"This...this is impossible!" The demonic cultivator stared in disbelief as his body gradually dissipated. "The power of the sword soul...it's so strong!"

After the demonic cultivators dissipated, the Sword Tomb returned to tranquility. Wang Xiaohu slowly withdrew his fingers and discovered that his palms were now covered with intricate sword patterns. Even more miraculously, he could clearly sense the presence of the three divine swords, as if they had become a part of his body.

"Senior Shaoping," he called softly, the blue mark between his brows shimmering slightly, "I will certainly inherit your swordsmanship spirit!"

Lin Qingyun watched all this with satisfaction: "From today onwards, you are the 122nd generation Sword Soul Successor of the Starry Sky Sword Sect." She took out a jade slip with star patterns, "This is the 'Starry Sky Sword Canon,' which records the insights and experiences of sword cultivators throughout the ages."

Wang Xiaohu took the jade slip and suddenly felt dizzy. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself back in the farmhouse courtyard. Wang Laosan and Li Shi were anxiously watching over him by the bedside, as if everything that had just happened was just a dream.
However, when he looked down at his palm, the familiar sword markings were still clearly visible. Beside the bed, the rusty iron sword lay quietly, its blade faintly shimmering with a bluish light.
(End of this chapter)