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

The moment Wang Xiaohu opened his eyes, the morning light of the farmhouse courtyard shone through the window onto his face. He subconsciously touched his chest; the blue mark between his brows was still clearly visible, and the sword pattern on his palm was still real. The iron sword on the bedside table gleamed faintly, as if waiting for something.

"Little Tiger! You're finally awake!" Li Shi, her eyes red, rushed to the bedside. "You suddenly fainted last night; it terrified your father and me."

Wang Laosan also came over, clutching a handful of herbs: "The village doctor said you're just overworked and will be fine after a few days of rest." He hesitated, glancing at the iron sword in his son's hand, "That sword..."

Wang Xiaohu gripped the iron sword tightly, a strange feeling welling up inside him. When he concentrated his mind on the sword, the rusty iron sword began to emit a faint hum, and the character "青" (qing, meaning blue/green) on the sword surface appeared and disappeared.

"Father, Mother, I want to go to the back mountain to practice swordsmanship." Wang Xiaohu's voice was unusually firm.

Wang Laosan hesitated for a moment, then finally sighed, "Go, and remember to come back before dark."

In the bamboo forest behind the mountain, Wang Xiaohu stood on a clearing. He took a deep breath and slowly raised his iron sword. In an instant, the patterns on the sword glowed faintly, and the sword techniques he had seen in the sword tomb the night before clearly appeared in his mind.

"Opening stance—the first glimpse of frost!"

At his command, the iron sword drew a graceful arc. Surprisingly, the air seemed to be sliced ​​through where the blade passed, producing a soft whistling sound. Even more miraculously, a faint wisp of azure sword energy condensed at the tip!

"This...this is real sword energy?" Wang Xiaohu's eyes widened, and he then tried a few more sword moves. Every time he used a move from the "Azure Frost Sword Technique," the iron sword would resonate with sword energy to varying degrees.

Suddenly, a commotion arose from the depths of the bamboo forest. Wang Xiaohu turned around alertly and saw a huge wild boar rushing out, its scarlet eyes gleaming with ferocity!

"Damn it!" He instinctively assumed a fighting stance. The wild boar roared and charged, its sharp tusks gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

In that critical moment, the sword spirit within Wang Xiaohu reacted instinctively. His movements were incredibly fast; the iron sword drew a perfect arc in the air. With a crisp "clang," the wild boar's tusks were cleanly severed!
"Ouch—" The wounded wild boar turned and fled, disappearing into the depths of the bamboo forest in the blink of an eye.

Wang Xiaohu stood frozen in place, the iron sword in his hand still trembling slightly. He looked down at his palm, the traces of sword energy clearly visible. At this moment, he was finally certain that he had truly inherited Fu Shaoping's swordsmanship.

Back home, Wang Xiaohu told his parents about the wild boar. Wang Laosan and Li Shi exchanged bewildered glances, both surprised and worried. Late at night, Li Shi softly asked, "Son, tell your mother the truth, what exactly happened to you?"

Wang Xiaohu hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to keep the matter of the Sword Tomb a secret for the time being: "Mother, I... I might just be born to practice swordsmanship."

Madam Li sighed and took out a cloth bag from under her pillow: "This is another thing left behind by that wandering Taoist priest when you were born." Inside the cloth bag was a warm and smooth jade pendant with an ancient character for "sword" engraved on it.

Wang Xiaohu took the jade pendant, and in an instant, the blue mark between his brows and the character "sword" on the pendant simultaneously lit up faintly. A warm current flowed from the jade pendant into his body, making his understanding of the way of the sword even clearer.

Meanwhile, on the sword peak of the Star Sword Sect, Lin Qingyun was confronting the illusory figure of Nangong Wan.

"Sect Leader, are you really going to let a farm boy inherit the Sword Soul legacy?" Lin Qingyun asked, puzzled.

Nangong Wan's illusory figure smiled slightly: "The way of the sword knows no social class. Didn't Shao Ping also grow from a peasant boy into a master swordsman?" He paused, "Besides, the threat from the Demon Realm is getting closer and closer."

Wang Xiaohu stared at the sword pattern on his palm, both surprised and delighted. He subconsciously clenched his fist, and his fingertips unconsciously traced a profound sword incantation. In an instant, the air in the room surged, and a wisp of azure sword energy condensed at his fingertips, drawing a perfect arc across the wooden table by the bedside.

"Little Tiger!" Mrs. Li exclaimed in surprise, "Your hand!"

Wang Xiaohu stared blankly at his palm; the sword energy had vanished without a trace. He looked down at the wooden table beside the bed and noticed a thin, hair-like mark on the surface. Upon closer inspection, the mark faintly resembled the shape of a sword pattern.

"This...this is sword energy?" Wang Xiaohu muttered to himself, fragments of memories from the Sword Tomb flashing through his mind.

Old Wang mustered his courage and picked up the wood-chopping knife on the table: "Son, let your father take a look."

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Xiaohu suddenly felt an inexplicable impulse. He reached out and grasped the woodcutter's knife, and in an instant, the originally rusty iron knife surface shone with a bluish light, and the nicks on the blade healed at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"This...this is..." Old Wang's hand trembled, and the woodcutter's knife clattered to the ground.

Li quickly helped her husband up: "Honey, are you alright?"

Ignoring his parents' reactions, Wang Xiaohu strode into the courtyard and casually broke off a tree branch. The branch seemed to come alive in his hand, dancing with his will, drawing a complete sword technique in the air. Even more miraculously, each sword move left a faint blue trail in the air.

"Sword energy is being released!" A startled cry suddenly came from outside the courtyard. Wang Laosan and Li Shi looked in the direction of the sound and saw Uncle Zhang, the village blacksmith, standing at the gate, staring in disbelief at everything inside.

"Uncle Zhang?" Wang Xiaohu put away the tree branch and looked at the suddenly appearing guest with a puzzled expression.

Uncle Zhang snapped out of his daze, rubbing his hands excitedly: "Little Tiger, you...you've received a divine favor! I heard about the caravan incident yesterday, but I never expected..."

Before he could finish speaking, the sound of rapid hoofbeats suddenly came from afar. The three looked over alertly and saw several masked men dressed in black galloping towards the village.

"A demonic cultivator!" Uncle Zhang's expression changed drastically. "He's a helper hired by the caravan!"

Wang Xiaohu's eyes narrowed, and the tree branch in his hand instantly transformed into a streak of green light. He took a deep breath and assumed a fighting stance according to the sword technique that appeared in his mind: "Father, Mother, you two hide first!"

The men in black quickly surrounded the courtyard. The burly leader sneered and drew his curved sword: "You brat, hand over your sword!"

Wang Xiaohu didn't answer, but instead tossed the branch lightly. The branch traced a perfect arc in the air, transforming into three sword shadows that simultaneously pierced the three men in black! "Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Amidst the clang of metal on metal, the weapons in the hands of the three men in black shattered. Even more shockingly, fine sword wounds appeared on their bodies, and blood gushed from the wounds!

"Demon magic!" the remaining men in black screamed as they fled. Wang Xiaohu didn't give chase, but instead looked at his palm, a determined light flashing in his eyes: "Is this the power of a sword cultivator?"

That night, in a secret chamber of the Star Sword Sect, Lin Qingyun was observing everything through a communication jade slip. Her brow suddenly furrowed: "The aura of the Demon Realm is arriving sooner than expected."

At the other end of the jade slip, Nangong Wan's illusory figure slowly appeared: "It seems it's time for Xiaohu to officially begin his sword cultivation journey."

The blue-maned horse galloped swiftly through the morning dew, with Wang Xiaohu sitting on its back, gazing at the distant, faintly visible Star Mountain Range. Lin Qingyun, dressed in snow-white robes, had her sword at her waist that shone brightly in contrast to the star patterns on her saddle.

"Master, is the Starry Sky Sword Sect just ahead?" Wang Xiaohu gripped the reins tightly, his fingertips unconsciously drawing sword incantations.

Lin Qingyun nodded slightly: "It's just two more hills past. However..." She suddenly pulled on the reins, "There's demonic energy!"

Before the words were even finished, dozens of dark figures suddenly sprang out from the woods on both sides of the mountain path. The leader, a demonic cultivator, grinned maliciously and raised his blood-red scimitar: "You brat, hand over your sword!"

Wang Xiaohu instinctively gripped the iron sword, his internal sword energy instantly surging. A cyan sword light burst forth from the blade, forming a semi-circular shield in front of him. The demonic cultivators' attacks struck the sword shield, vanishing like mud into the sea.

"Sword energy transforming into a shield?" A look of surprise flashed in Lin Qingyun's eyes. "Your comprehension..."

Before she could finish speaking, Wang Xiaohu suddenly felt a sharp pain between his brows. The cyan mark suddenly lit up, and three sword energies shot out from his fingertips, accurately piercing the throats of three demonic cultivators. Upon seeing this, the remaining demonic cultivators screamed and scattered in all directions.

"Good lad!" Lin Qingyun clapped her hands and laughed. "That 'Three Swords of Azure Frost' move was beautifully executed!"

Wang Xiaohu stared blankly at his palm: "Master, what's this...?"

“It’s a natural reaction of the sword spirit.” Lin Qingyun dismounted. “It seems your swordsmanship talent far exceeds my expectations.” She pointed to the magnificent buildings faintly visible atop the distant mountain peak. “Look, that’s the mountain gate of the Star Sword Sect.”

As they drew closer, the grandeur of the Star Sword Sect gradually came into view. Seven sword peaks rose abruptly from the ground, each topped with a sword pavilion. Before the mountain gate, hundreds of disciples were practicing sword techniques, their sword energy creating a curtain of swords.

"Your senior master is waiting for you at Sword Peak," Lin Qingyun said, pulling on the horse's reins. "From this day forward, you are the 122nd generation disciple of the Starry Sky Sword Sect."

Before the mountain gate, an elderly man with white hair and beard was polishing an ancient wooden sword. Seeing the two arrive, the old man looked up and smiled, "Qingyun, is this the successor of the Sword Soul?"

Lin Qingyun bowed and said, "Greetings, Sect Leader Uncle."

Nangong Wan put down the wooden sword, his gaze sweeping over Wang Xiaohu like lightning: "Not bad, a natural sword spirit." He suddenly reached out and pressed his hand against Wang Xiaohu's brow, "Let me see your sword soul."

In an instant, Wang Xiaohu felt a surge of powerful sword intent flow into his body. Countless images of sword techniques flashed before his eyes: scenes of Fu Shaoping battling the demons, and the swordplay insights of past leaders of the Starry Sky Sword Sect.
"I see." Nangong Wan withdrew his hand, his eyes gleaming. "Shaoping's sword spirit did indeed choose you."

That night, atop the Sword Peak of the Starry Sky Sword Sect, Wang Xiaohu sat cross-legged on a blue stone, circulating his sword energy according to the "Azure Frost Sword Technique." The moonlight, like water, bathed his figure in a silvery glow. Suddenly, the three divine swords resonated simultaneously, and a beam of azure light shot straight from the direction of the Sword Tomb, piercing his brow!
"Ah!" Wang Xiaohu groaned, his sword energy surging. He could clearly see that a small cyan sword seemed to have appeared inside his body, slowly pulsating with his breath.
The instant the azure light entered his brow, Wang Xiaohu felt as if countless stars exploded in his mind. He cried out and knelt down, a vast sea of ​​stars appearing before him, countless sword shadows weaving through the galaxy. Even more astonishingly, he could clearly sense the locations of three divine swords—the Azure Frost Sword slumbered in the Sword Tomb, the Star Sword resonated in the Scripture Pavilion, and the Heavenly Dome Sword pulsed in the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain.

"This is... Sword Heart Clarity?" Nangong Wan's voice suddenly rang out from behind, "Shaoping's sword spirit actually directly imparted the realm of Sword Heart Clarity to you!"

Wang Xiaohu struggled to open his eyes and found that his palms were glowing. The sword patterns on his palms had transformed into clear cyan sword shapes, flickering with his breath. Even more miraculously, when he looked at the sword mound in the distance, he could "see" the Azure Frost Sword slowly trembling within it.

"Master, I..." Wang Xiaohu stood up tremblingly, his sword energy overflowing uncontrollably, forming a faint halo around him.

Nangong Wan nodded with satisfaction: "It seems Shaoping's sword spirit favors you exceptionally." He pointed towards the Sword Tomb, "Tomorrow you will go to the Sword Tomb to study it. Remember, the way of the sword is about perseverance."

The following morning, Wang Xiaohu arrived at the Sword Tomb alone. The three divine swords still hovered above the altar, the patterns on the Azure Frost Sword moving as if alive. As soon as he approached the altar, the Azure Frost Sword emitted a clear, melodious hum, and a sword shadow suddenly separated from its body, transforming into a phantom that coalesced before him.

"Senior Shaoping?" Wang Xiaohu exclaimed with a mixture of surprise and delight.

The illusory figure of Fu Shaoping revealed a gentle smile: "Little Tiger, no need for formalities." He pointed to the center of the altar, "Today, I will teach you the first move—'Azure Frost Sword'."

As the incantation was taught, Wang Xiaohu felt the sword energy within his body circulating on its own. He instinctively drew his iron sword, and his every move was exactly the same as Fu Shaoping's demonstration. Even more miraculously, each time a sword move was executed, the sword energy in the air would solidify a little, eventually transforming into a tangible azure sword light!

"Qiang!"

A clear, melodious sword cry suddenly rang out. Wang Xiaohu sheathed his sword and looked over, only to see a new pattern on the blade of the Azure Frost Sword—the very pattern corresponding to the sword move he had just used!
"Sword technique imprinted on the blade!" Nangong Wan's voice came from afar, "Little Tiger, you actually left your own sword mark on the blade!"

And so, Wang Xiaohu devoted himself to training in the Sword Tomb. He studied sword techniques by day and communicated with the sword spirits by night. In just half a month, he mastered the first ten moves of the Azure Frost Sword Technique and even left seven sword patterns of his own on the sword!

On this day, when he unleashed the "Thirteen Swords of Azure Frost," a miracle occurred—the three divine swords resonated simultaneously, and a three-colored sword light shot into the sky, weaving into a perfect star map above the sword mound!

"Sword Soul Takes Form!" Nangong Wan exclaimed in amazement. "Little Tiger, your swordsmanship has already touched the threshold of taking form!" Three-colored sword light intertwined to form a dazzling star map above the sword mound. Wang Xiaohu stood in the center of the altar, the blue mark on his forehead radiating dazzling brilliance. The iron sword in his hand was covered with sword marks, each corresponding to a sword move from the "Azure Frost Sword Technique".

"This...this is the manifestation of a sword soul?" Lin Qingyun arrived on her sword, gazing at the sword light in the sky that blended cyan, silver, and gold colors, her voice trembling slightly. "Senior Shao Ping's sword spirit is actually helping him condense the embryonic form of a sword soul!" (End of Chapter)