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

Nangong Wan strode in from the mountain gate, his hair and beard moving without wind: "Such a strange phenomenon has not been seen in a thousand years!" He looked up at the sky, his eyes flashing with a sharp light. "Little Tiger, calm your mind and let the sword energy flow naturally!"

Wang Xiaohu felt the sword energy within his body surging like a river, and the resonance between the three divine swords grew stronger and stronger. The shadow of the Azure Frost Sword swirled around him, the light of the Star Sword danced in his palm, and even the long-silent Sky Dome Sword emitted a deep hum.

Suddenly, a deafening dragon's roar echoed from the depths of the Sword Tomb! The three divine swords simultaneously detached from the altar, transforming into three streams of light that entered Wang Xiaohu's body. He felt a sharp pain in his dantian, as if something was about to burst forth from his body.
"puff!"

Wang Xiaohu spat out a mouthful of blood, which condensed into three sword flowers in the air—blue like frost, silver like the moon, and gold like the sun. Even more astonishingly, these three sword flowers slowly rotated in the air, eventually merging into a phantom longsword!

"A nascent sword spirit!" Nangong Wan's beard trembled with excitement. "Little Tiger, you succeeded!"

Lin Qingyun quickly took out a jade slip and recorded this scene: "Sect Master Uncle, this is even more complete than the sword soul transformation recorded in ancient books!"

The illusory longsword circled once in the air before finally piercing Wang Xiaohu's brow. He felt a profound memory appear in his mind—the ultimate sword technique that combined three divine swords into one!

“The Three Talents Sword Formation,” Wang Xiaohu murmured to himself, his eyes gleaming with understanding.

Just then, the Sword Tomb suddenly trembled violently. A crack appeared in the ground, from which dark demonic energy surged forth! A figure clad in black robes stepped through the air—it was none other than the long-lost Demon Realm Sword Master!

"Hahaha!" The Demon Lord grinned maliciously, "I never expected that after searching for a hundred years, I would actually encounter the successor of the Sword Soul here!"

Nangong Wan quickly stepped in front of Wang Xiaohu: "Old devil, your death is near!"

The Demon Lord laughed wildly: "You?!" He suddenly ripped open his robes, revealing a beating, blood-red heart. "Today I will show you the true swordsmanship of the Demon Realm!"

At the critical moment, the blue mark between Wang Xiaohu's brows suddenly lit up. The illusory longsword reappeared, this time transforming into three sword shadows—Azure Frost, Starry Sky, and Heavenly Dome—the three swords merging into one, aiming straight for the Demon Lord's throat!
"Qiang!"

Amidst the clang of metal on metal, the Demon Lord was blasted back dozens of feet. He stared incredulously at the blood-red heart on his chest: "This...this is impossible!"

Holding the illusory longsword, Wang Xiaohu's eyes gleamed with unwavering determination: "Senior, rest assured, I will surely inherit your swordsmanship and vanquish all injustice in the world!"

The Demon Lord let out a final, defiant roar, his body exploding like a broken doll. With his demise, the demonic energy shrouding the Sword Tomb rapidly dissipated.
The blue-maned horse galloped through the night, Wang Xiaohu holding the jade sword token, feeling the resonance of the three divine swords within his body. The direction in which the blue meteor fell was towards Green Pine Ridge, three hundred miles away.

"Remnants of the Demon Realm, how dare you invade my Star Sword Sect!" Wang Xiaohu roared, his sword energy surging within him. Three divine swords formed a sword curtain behind him, cutting through the night wind with a mournful sound.

Upon arriving at Green Pine Ridge, the scene before them was horrifying. The entire pine forest had been corrupted by demonic energy, and eerie roars echoed from within the inky black mist. Wang Xiaohu held his breath, and suddenly the Azure Frost Sword emitted a clear, resonant hum—on a giant rock atop the ridge, a blood-stained, broken azure sword lay embedded!
"This is a fragment of the Azure Frost Sword?" Wang Xiaohu's heart tightened, and he quickly stepped forward to pick up the broken sword. The patterns on the sword were incomplete, but the sword marks left by Fu Shaoping could still be vaguely discerned.

Suddenly, a cold laugh echoed from the depths of the pine forest: "So you've finally arrived, Sword Soul Successor."

Amidst the surging demonic energy, a figure clad in a black robe slowly emerged. It was none other than the remnant of the Blood Fiend Sect—the demonic elder who had been severely injured years ago! At this moment, his aura was even more sinister than it had been a hundred years ago, and the blood-red heart writhing in his chest was more than twice its former size.

"Your sword is not bad," the demonic elder licked his lips, "but compared to that kid back then, you're still far from it."

Wang Xiaohu coldly said, "How dare you blaspheme the name of Senior Shaoping?" Before he finished speaking, the Qing Shuang Sword was already drawn, turning into a streak of green light and heading straight for the demonic cultivator's throat!
The demonic cultivator grinned and raised his blood-red scimitar: "You're courting death!" The moment the swords clashed, Wang Xiaohu suddenly felt a strange suction force—the demonic cultivator's scimitar actually possessed the property of devouring sword energy!
"clang!"

Amidst the clang of metal on metal, Wang Xiaohu's hand went numb. Even more terrifying, the patterns on the Azure Frost Sword began to dim, as if being corrupted by demonic energy! The demonic cultivator laughed triumphantly: "See that? Your sword is being demonized!"

In that critical moment, the blue mark between Wang Xiaohu's brows suddenly lit up. The three divine swords resonated simultaneously, and the phantom of the Heavenly Sword coalesced behind him. He swiftly changed his sword technique: "Three Talents Sword Formation, activate!"

In an instant, cyan, silver, and gold sword lights intertwined into a net, completely surrounding the demonic cultivator. The demonic cultivator was horrified to discover that his demonic energy was being rapidly purified by the three-colored sword lights!
"No! This is impossible!" The demonic cultivator struggled frantically, only to see the phantom of the Sky Sword suddenly materialize and pierce through his chest!

"Ugh!" The demonic cultivator let out a final scream as his body exploded like a broken doll. With his demise, the corrupted Azure Frost Sword emitted a clear, resonant cry, and its broken blade began to slowly heal.
Wang Xiaohu sheathed his sword and stood gazing at the restored Qing Shuang Sword, his heart filled with mixed emotions. Suddenly, he noticed a new pattern at the broken edge of the sword—the mark left by Fu Shaoping's sword spirit!
"Senior Shaoping." Wang Xiaohu gently stroked the sword, as if he heard a soft laugh from afar. He looked up at the sky and saw a shooting star streak across the night, trailing a bluish tail as it fell towards the Star Sword Sect.
As the meteor streaked across the night sky, Wang Xiaohu sensed something and spurred his horse toward the Star Sword Sect. When he arrived at the sect's gate, the sight before him made his pupils shrink—the Star Sword Sect was shrouded in an eerie black mist, and three of its seven sword peaks had already dimmed and lost their light!
"This is..." Wang Xiaohu dismounted, and the Qing Shuang sword was drawn on its own, emitting a rapid hum. All the patterns on the sword lit up, displaying a danger signal.

Suddenly, a dark figure attacked from the shadows! Wang Xiaohu instinctively swung his sword to block, only to find that the dark figure was the demonic elder who should have perished! At this moment, his aura was even more sinister, and the blood-red heart writhing in his chest had swelled to the size of a normal person's fist.

"Didn't expect that, did you?" the demonic elder grinned maliciously. "My demonic core has absorbed enough sword energy; today, I will make the Starry Sky Sword Sect history!" Wang Xiaohu quickly formed a hand seal: "Azure Frost Sword Inquiry!" Three sword energies shot out, but were easily neutralized by the demonic cultivator. Even more terrifying was that with each breath the demonic cultivator took, he released a black mist that corroded the sword energy!
"clang!"

Amidst the clang of metal on metal, Wang Xiaohu's iron sword was corroded by demonic energy, its blade rapidly covered in cracks. He swiftly changed his attack, the three divine swords within his body resonating simultaneously: "Three Talents Sword Formation, Combine!"

In an instant, cyan, silver, and gold sword lights intertwined into a net, enveloping the demonic cultivator. However, this time, the demonic cultivator let out a piercing laugh: "Too late!" A blinding red light erupted from his chest, and the black mist throughout the entire Sword Sect suddenly surged wildly!

"Not good!" Wang Xiaohu felt a powerful suction force devouring the sword energy. He hurriedly recalled the Azure Frost Sword, only to find that the patterns on the blade were rapidly fading.
Just then, a clear, resonant sword cry suddenly rang out from the direction of the Scripture Pavilion. A beam of starlight shot into the sky from the pavilion's roof, transforming into Lin Qingyun's figure: "Little Tiger, catch this sword!"

In her hand was none other than the Star Sword Sect's most prized treasure—the Sky Dome Sword! The patterns on the sword shimmered with golden light, temporarily suppressing the demonic energy of the demonic cultivator.

"Cooperate with me!" Lin Qingyun shouted, her Sky Dome Sword drawing a perfect arc. Wang Xiaohu understood, his Frost Sword responding in kind, the two swords intertwining in the air to form a cross of sword light!
"Qiang!"

The clang of metal clashing was deafening. The demonic cultivator let out a final, defiant roar before his body exploded like a broken doll. With his demise, the black mist that shrouded the Sword Sect rapidly dissipated.
After the demonic cultivators dissipated, the Heavenly Sword emitted a clear, resonant sound. The golden patterns on the sword's blade slowly dimmed, eventually returning to stillness. Lin Qingyun stood holding the sword, fine beads of sweat already forming on her forehead.

"Senior sister, are you alright?" Wang Xiaohu quickly stepped forward, and the blue patterns on the Qing Shuang sword gradually returned to normal.

Lin Qingyun shook her head slightly: "The demonic energy of the demonic cultivators has been eliminated, but..." She looked at the two dim sword peaks, "the two divine swords in the Sword Tomb are severely damaged."

Following her gaze, Wang Xiaohu saw that the Azure Frost Sword and the Starry Sky Sword, which had been floating above the altar, were now simultaneously cracked! Even more alarming, mournful cries echoed from the depths of the Sword Tomb, as if something was vanishing.
"Senior Shao Ping!" Wang Xiaohu suddenly clutched his chest, the blue mark between his brows flashing violently. The last glimpse of Fu Shao Ping flashed through his mind: "Xiaohu, the sword soul inheritance is not yet complete."

Before he finished speaking, a beam of azure light suddenly rose from the direction of the Sword Tomb! Wang Xiaohu rushed over without regard for anything else, and saw that in the center of the altar, the Azure Frost Sword and the Star Sword were slowly merging, and the patterns on the swords intertwined to form a complete star map - that was the ultimate secret of Fu Shaoping's lifelong swordsmanship!
"This is...the fusion of sword and soul?" Nangong Wan's voice came from behind, tears welling in the old sect leader's eyes. "Shaoping, you've finally...returned."

Within the pillar of light, a brand-new divine sword slowly took shape. Its blade was a deep blue with hints of silver, star-like patterns swirling along its spine, and a sparkling gem was inlaid in the hilt—the very essence of the three divine swords combined!

"The three elements unite as one, the sword's spirit is forever forged!" Nangong Wan raised his hands, trembling. "From this day forward, this sword will be called 'Starry Frost'!"

The moment the new sword was completed, the entire Star Sword Sect was bathed in holy light. The cracks in the sword mound automatically healed, and the dim sword peaks regained their sword light. Even more miraculously, all the disciples' swords resonated, and their sword energy cultivation simultaneously improved by one level!
Wang Xiaohu knelt before the altar, gazing at the new sword suspended in mid-air, tears blurring his vision: "Senior Shaoping, can you see this? Your swordsmanship will be passed down forever."

In the starlight, Fu Shaoping's final, ethereal figure revealed a relieved smile. He gently waved his hand, and a sword aura pierced Wang Xiaohu's brow: "Remember, the way of the sword has no end." Before his words had even finished, the ethereal figure had already transformed into specks of azure light, merging into the new sword.
The Starry Sky Frost Sword hovered above the sword mound, its patterns flowing like a living thing, illuminating the entire sword peak as if it were daytime. Nangong Wan stood before the altar, the jade sword token in his hand radiating unprecedented light, eternally sealing this sword energy within the sword mound.

"From this day forward, every year on this day, the Starry Frost Sword will reappear in the Sword Tomb." The old sect leader's voice echoed through the mountains, "so that future generations of disciples can feel the power of the sword's spirit."

Lin Qingyun stepped forward and gently placed her hand on Wang Xiaohu's shoulder: "Junior brother, look." She pointed to the area below the sword mound, where countless sword cultivators were sitting cross-legged in the area shrouded in sword energy, cultivating. Each person's sword energy was more solid than ever before.

Wang Xiaohu nodded, a look of satisfaction in his eyes. Since the appearance of the Starry Frost Sword, the Sword Sect had been revitalized. Even more exciting was the fact that a new sword spirit was beginning to emerge in the Sword Tomb—in the original location of the Frost Sword, a crystal-clear young sword was slowly taking shape!
"This is..." Wang Xiaohu squatted down and could feel the pure sword energy contained in the young sword.

Nangong Wan stroked his beard and smiled: "This is the inheritance of the sword spirit; a new sword spirit is being nurtured." He turned to all his disciples, "From today onwards, each of you can study sword energy here. Perhaps one day, a new successor to the sword spirit will emerge here."

That evening, the Star Sword Sect held a grand celebration. Seven sword peaks simultaneously lit up with sword light, weaving a magnificent star map across the night sky. Wang Xiaohu stood atop one of the peaks, watching the jubilant disciples below, the Star Frost Sword in his hand emitting a soft hum.

"Sect Master," Lin Qingyun approached, holding a wine cup, "do you think the path of swordsmanship will continue to be passed down in this way?"

Nangong Wan gazed at the sky filled with sword light, his eyes gleaming with wisdom: "The way of the sword is like a galaxy, ever-flowing. The spirit of the sword that Shaoping guarded with his life has now transformed into these countless stars." He raised his wine cup, "To the undying spirit of the sword!"

Wang Xiaohu also raised his glass, suddenly feeling a slight warmth on the blue mark between his eyebrows. He looked up and saw the brightest star in the night sky, radiating a familiar light.
The morning mist hadn't yet dissipated over the Starry Sky Sword Sect when Wang Xiaohu already ascended the ninety-nine stone steps to the Scripture Pavilion. Dew dampened his blue robe, but it couldn't conceal the eager anticipation in his eyes. He knew this Scripture Pavilion intimately—every morning after his sword practice, he would spend an hour here studying the sword manual. But today was different. The sect leader had granted him permission to enter the deepest secret chamber of the Scripture Pavilion, where, it was said, the most important secret of the Starry Sky Sword Sect lay hidden.

The wooden door at the end of the stone steps exuded the aged scent of sandalwood. Wang Xiaohu took a deep breath and pushed open the heavy door. A unique aroma, a blend of ink and sword energy, wafted out. Inside the dimly lit room, hundreds of sandalwood bookshelves were neatly arranged, each shelf holding a yellowed sword manual. Most striking was the bronze desk in the center, upon which rested a book sealed with a black iron lock.

"This is it," Wang Xiaohu murmured to himself, his fingers unconsciously tracing the cold clasp. The clasp was engraved with intricate sword patterns, bearing a striking resemblance to the mark between his brows. As he gently placed the Starry Frost Sword on the desk, a miracle occurred—the patterns on the sword suddenly glowed with a blue light, echoing the sword patterns on the clasp! (End of Chapter)