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

With a soft click, the black iron clasp automatically opened. Wang Xiaohu carefully removed the heavy tome and noticed that the four characters "Starry Sky Sword Manual" on the cover were slowly flowing, like stars coming to life. When he turned to the first page, a cool sword aura rushed towards him, and golden characters suddenly appeared on the previously blank pages:
"The three realms of swordsmanship: seeing oneself, seeing heaven and earth, and seeing all living beings."

Wang Xiaohu held his breath and continued reading. The words flowed and changed across the pages like living water. Sometimes they transformed into swordplay diagrams, sometimes into mantras and incantations, and finally, they formed a complete diagram of swordsmanship in his mind! He saw Fu Shaoping standing with his sword, he saw the swordsmanship insights of the past leaders of the Starry Sky Sword Sect, and he even saw his own possible future path in the swordsmanship.
Suddenly, the words on the pages began to resonate with the sword energy within his body. Wang Xiaohu was astonished to discover that all his insights gained while cultivating the *Azure Frost Sword Manual* were being verified and supplemented by this sword manual. Even more miraculously, when he concentrated, a sword cultivation chart of all the disciples of the Starry Sky Sword Sect appeared on the pages—whose sword energy was pure, and whose sword techniques were flawed, was all clearly visible!
"This sword manual... it's actually a living sword manual!" Wang Xiaohu was so shocked he couldn't speak. Just then, he heard light footsteps behind him. The footsteps were very light, but they felt like they were stepping on his heart, making him tremble all over.

"In his final moments, Shao Ping's sword spirit sealed all his life's learning into this sword manual," Nangong Wan's voice came from behind, the old sect leader's figure appearing exceptionally tall in the morning light. "Now, it has finally found its true successor."

Wang Xiaohu turned around and saw a look of satisfaction in Nangong Wan's eyes. The old sect leader walked slowly over, his withered fingers gently tracing the pages of the book: "Look here." He pointed to a special passage in the book, "This is Shao Ping's unique 'Star Sword Formation,' which even I couldn't fully comprehend back then."

Wang Xiaohu looked down closely and saw the text suddenly transform into starlight, constructing a complete sword formation diagram in his mind. Even more astonishingly, when he circulated his sword energy according to the diagram, the candlelight in the room suddenly flickered violently, and the sword manual on the bookshelf moved without any wind, as if responding to something!
"The Sword Codex has recognized its master." Nangong Wan's voice trembled slightly. "From this day forward, you are the master of the Starry Sky Sword Codex, and also the true Sword Master of the Starry Sky Sword Sect."

Wang Xiaohu solemnly closed the sword manual, feeling a warm and powerful force surge into his body. He looked out the window at the sword peaks and saw the seven peaks slowly rising with sword energy in the morning light, as if in worship! At this moment, he seemed to see an even more glorious future for the Star Sword Sect.
The moment Wang Xiaohu closed the "Starry Sky Sword Manual," the entire library suddenly trembled. The sword manuals on the shelves moved without wind, making a rustling sound as if countless sword cultivators were simultaneously wielding their swords. Most shockingly, the sword mark diagrams on the walls suddenly lit up, and the sword marks left by the past sect leaders transformed into specks of starlight, weaving together in the air to form a huge star map.

"This is..." Wang Xiaohu suddenly stood up, the Starry Frost Sword in his hand emitting a clear, resonant sound. The patterns on the sword lit up, perfectly matching the star map in the sky. Nangong Wan's beard moved without wind, and tears of excitement welled in the old sect leader's eyes: "Shaoping's sword spirit is responding to you!"

Before he finished speaking, a crack suddenly appeared in the floor of the scripture pavilion. Wang Xiaohu leaped down and found himself in a dusty, long-forgotten cellar. In the center of the cellar stood a sword mound, containing dozens of ancient swords neatly arranged, each engraved with faint star patterns.

"These are..." Wang Xiaohu carefully picked up a sword. The moment his fingertips touched the hilt, a surge of powerful sword energy flowed into his body. Suddenly, an image flashed in his mind: three hundred years ago, the first sect leader wielded this sword, leading the disciples of the Star Sword Sect to resist the invasion of the demon race!
Nangong Wan followed and explained, "These are the swords worn by successive sect leaders, each containing the sword spirit imprint of its master." He pointed to the crystalline longsword in the very center, "That is the 'Star Sword' of the first sect leader, and also the origin of the Star Frost Sword."

Wang Xiaohu walked up to the sword and noticed that the star patterns on its blade were slowly flowing. When he faced the Starry Frost Sword against it, both swords emitted a resonant hum! Even more miraculously, countless sword marks suddenly lit up on the walls around the cellar, forming a complete diagram of sword inheritance!

"I see," Wang Xiaohu exclaimed in sudden realization. "The sword tradition of the Starry Sky Sword Sect has always been here!"

Just then, the Sword Tomb suddenly emitted a dazzling light. One after another, ancient swords transformed into streams of light and entered Wang Xiaohu's body. He felt his sword energy surge, and the azure mark between his brows shone with unprecedented brilliance. The Starry Frost Sword also underwent a transformation at this moment; the patterns on its blade became clearer, and a faint starry river pattern even appeared on its spine!

"Sword Soul Resonance, Eternal Continuation of the Dao!" Nangong Wan's voice trembled with excitement. He understood that this moment signified that the Star Sword Sect's sword dao inheritance had reached an unprecedented height!
After the light from the Sword Tomb faded, Wang Xiaohu found himself suspended in a strange space. All around him was a flowing galaxy, and beneath his feet was a transparent sea of ​​sword energy, each step creating ripples of sword patterns. The Starry Frost Sword hovered before him, its galaxy patterns slowly rotating.

"This is...the Sword Pavilion Secret Realm?" Wang Xiaohu was surprised to find that this space was connected to the underground of the Scripture Pavilion. He reached out and touched the flowing starry river, and immediately felt the cool sword energy fluctuations at his fingertips, and ancient sword memories flooded into his mind.

Suddenly, the Starry Sky Frost Sword emitted a clear, melodious hum, and the starry river pattern on its blade was projected into the air, transforming into the phantom of the first sect leader. The old man had white hair and beard, his eyes were like lightning, and his starry robe fluttered without wind.

"Little Tiger, your arrival here signifies that you have truly inherited the mantle of the Starry Sky Sword Sect," the first sect leader's voice seemed to echo from ancient times. "But the path of the sword is endless. Let me demonstrate to you the true 'Starry Sky Sword Technique.'"

Suddenly, a light sword materialized in the phantom's hand, its tip pointing towards the void. In an instant, the entire galaxy within the secret realm began to rotate, weaving together in the air to form a magnificent star map. Wang Xiaohu was astonished to discover that this star map was exactly the same as the sword formation recorded in the "Star Sword Manual," only more complete and more profound!
"Watch closely." The phantom of the first sect leader brandished his lightsaber, and wherever the tip of the sword sliced ​​through, the galaxy pulsed. Sometimes it moved like a bolt of lightning across the sky, sometimes like a dragon playing with a phoenix, and finally it transformed into a rain of swords that shattered the void into pieces!
Wang Xiaohu held his breath, intently observing every detail. He felt as if his soul was being cleansed, and the sword energy within him spontaneously followed the trajectory of the star chart. Suddenly, he felt an unprecedented resonance between the cyan mark between his brows and the Starry Frost Sword!
"So that's how it is." Wang Xiaohu had a sudden realization, and the Frost Sword in his hand began to dance unconsciously. Every move was exactly the same as the sword technique demonstrated by the first sect leader! Even more miraculously, whenever a sword move was used, the starry river in the secret realm would light up with a corresponding trajectory, as if cheering for his swordsmanship!

The illusory figure of the first sect leader smiled with satisfaction: "Very good, you have grasped the essence." The figure gradually became transparent. "Remember, the way of the sword is not only the art of killing, but also the way of protection. The future of the Star Sword Sect rests on your shoulders."

Before he finished speaking, the illusory figure vanished. Wang Xiaohu sheathed his sword and stood there, finding his clothes soaked with sweat. But what surprised him even more was that the Starry Frost Sword had completed its transformation—the galaxy pattern on the blade was fully activated, dazzling starlight flowed along the spine, and even the gem at the hilt emitted a soft glow!

"Enlightenment at the Sword Pavilion was truly worthwhile." Wang Xiaohu sheathed his longsword and turned to walk towards the exit of the secret realm. The moment he pushed open the stone door, the morning light shone upon him, as if crowning this new grandmaster of swordsmanship!

It was already noon when Wang Xiaohu stepped out of the Scripture Pavilion. The Star Sword Sect's mountain gate gleamed in the sunlight, its seven sword peaks piercing the sky like seven sharp swords. He took a deep breath, feeling the abundant sword energy within his body—after the baptism of the Sword Pavilion's secret realm, his swordsmanship had reached a completely new level.

"Junior Brother Xiaohu!" Lin Qingyun arrived on her sword, dressed in pristine white, her brows furrowed with urgency. "Our sect leader has summoned all the elders, saying he has important matters to discuss."

Wang Xiaohu nodded, and the two flew straight to the Sword Peak Hall on their swords. Inside the hall, Nangong Wan was discussing something with several elders. Seeing the two arrive, the old sect leader waved his hand, indicating, "You've come at the right time. I have something to discuss with you."

Nangong Wan stroked his beard and said, "Recently, a mysterious force has appeared in the martial world, specializing in hunting down sword cultivators from various sects. Disciples from several sects have already been killed, and each corpse bears a blood-red sword mark." He took out a jade slip and projected an image of a blood-dripping sword mark, "This mark bears a striking resemblance to the demonic runes of the Blood Fiend Sect from a hundred years ago."

Lin Qingyun gripped the sword at her waist tightly: "Could they be remnants of demonic cultivators?"

"It's more likely a newly emerging heretical force." Nangong Wan's gaze was grave. "I've decided to send the two of you down the mountain to investigate. Little Tiger, you're new to the martial world; this is a good opportunity for you to gain experience."

Wang Xiaohu cupped his hands in acknowledgment and replied, "Disciple obeys."
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Three days later, in Qingzhou City. Wang Xiaohu and Lin Qingyun, disguised as ordinary sword cultivators, were gathering information at the "Drunken Immortal Pavilion" in the city. The pavilion was bustling with activity, filled with martial arts figures from all walks of life. Wang Xiaohu was intently listening to the conversation at the next table when he suddenly felt a sharp sword aura lock onto him!

"Watch out!" Lin Qingyun slammed her hand on the table and stood up abruptly, drawing her Purple Lightning Sword three inches from its sheath. Wang Xiaohu instantly understood, his Starry Frost Sword already in hand, its tip pointing directly out the window!

A swordsman in black was seen hanging upside down from the eaves of the tavern, his longsword gleaming with an eerie purple light: "Boy from the Starry Sky Sword Sect, hand over the 'Starry Sky Sword Manual'!"

"Demonic cultivator!" Lin Qingyun shouted coldly, her Purple Lightning Sword transforming into lightning as it pierced straight for the black-clad man's throat. The black-clad man let out a monstrous laugh, his sword strike transforming into nine purple shadows, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue!

Wang Xiaohu neither dodged nor evaded, his Starry Frost Sword drawing a perfect arc: "Nine Turns of Frost!" The sword light whirled like a wheel, shredding all nine purple shadows! The man in black was shocked and turned to flee, but Lin Qingyun pinned him to the wall with her sword: "Speak! Who sent you?"

The man in black grinned maliciously as he detonated his dantian: "Hahaha, you can't stop the rise of the Blood Sword Alliance." Before he finished speaking, his body had already turned into blood mist and dissipated.
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Back at the inn, the two men looked grave.

Wang Xiaohu frowned. "I've never heard of the Blood Sword Alliance before."

Lin Qingyun took out a jade slip: "I've already sent a message back to the sect. My senior master said that recently, more than a dozen similar organizations have suddenly appeared in the martial world, all hunting down sword cultivators." She paused, "What's even stranger is that these organizations seem to be searching for something."

Wang Xiaohu suddenly recalled what he had seen in the Sword Pavilion Secret Realm: "Could it be related to the Starry Sky Ancient Sword left behind by the first sect leader?"

“Very likely.” Lin Qingyun nodded. “This matter is probably far more complicated than we imagined.” She looked out the window at the night sky. “If we continue our investigation tomorrow, we might find more clues.”

Moonlight streamed through the window lattice, illuminating the longswords in their hands. The Starry Frost Sword and the Purple Lightning Sword shone brightly, as if foreshadowing an even greater storm to come.
At dawn the next day, Wang Xiaohu and Lin Qingyun rode out of the city. In the morning mist, the Starry Sky Frost Sword trembled slightly beside the saddle, as if sensing something. Reaching the ancient road on the outskirts of the city, Lin Qingyun suddenly reined in her horse: "Something's wrong."

Wang Xiaohu understood, and the two abandoned their horses and proceeded on foot. Every ten steps along the cobblestone path, a bloodstained sword mark appeared, forming a strange star map pointing towards the abandoned Taoist temple in the distance. Lin Qingyun used the tip of her sword to pick up one of the sword marks: "This blood is still wet; the murderer just left."

The Taoist temple was covered in cobwebs, and three broken swords were embedded in the eye sockets of the statue. Wang Xiaohu lightly swept his sword tip across the ground, revealing half a charred map in the dust, the Blood Sword Alliance's mark clearly imprinted on its edge. Suddenly, a whooshing sound pierced the air!
"Qiang!"

The Starry Sky Frost Sword parried three poisoned throwing knives. Five men in black emerged from behind the pillars inside the temple; the leader's mask was etched with twisted sword patterns: "Hand over the map, and we'll leave you with your corpses intact."

"You're courting death!" Lin Qingyun drew her Purple Lightning Sword, its sword energy shooting straight at her face like a rainbow. The man in black suddenly formed a formation, his five longswords weaving into a net that completely absorbed the sword energy! Wang Xiaohu's pupils constricted—this was the long-lost "Five Absolute Sword Formation"!
"Watch out for their combined attack!" He leaped into the air, his Starry Frost Sword drawing a streak of azure light. The instant the sword formation showed an opening, Lin Qingyun's Purple Lightning Sword pierced precisely, and the man in black screamed as he fell to the ground. But the remaining four had already formed a pincer movement, their sword energy coiling around him like venomous snakes!

In that critical moment, Wang Xiaohu suddenly remembered the sword technique from the Sword Pavilion Secret Realm. He pointed his fingers like a sword, drawing three arcs in the air. The Starry Frost Sword suddenly split into three sword shadows, weaving through the gaps in the sword formation like living creatures! "Three Shadows of Frost!"

With a crisp "crack," the sword formation shattered. The black-clad man's mask cracked, revealing half a face covered in eerie runes: "How...how could you..." Before he could finish speaking, black blood suddenly gushed from his seven orifices, and he died.

Lin Qingyun crouched down to examine the corpse: "These aren't ordinary demonic cultivators; something is controlling them!" She suddenly frowned, "Little Tiger, look at these runes..."

Wang Xiaohu leaned closer for a closer look, and his heart skipped a beat—these runes were seven-tenths similar to the star patterns on the hilt of the Starry Sky Frost Sword!
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As dusk settled, the two arrived at the "Sword Lodge" in the south of the city. This was a gathering place for swordsmen of the martial world, but its gates were tightly shut. Wang Xiaohu knocked three times long and two times short, and a faint light shone through the crack in the door: "Who dares to visit at night?"

"Wang Xiaohu, Star Sword Sect."

The door creaked open, and a one-armed old man stood there, sword in hand. "I've been waiting for you for a long time," he said. He pressed his calloused hand against the doorframe, causing a hidden compartment to pop open, revealing half a fragment of bronze. "This was found on the body of my murdered disciple."

The patterns on the fragments matched the map perfectly! The instant they were pieced together, a golden light shot straight into the sky, projecting a huge star map into the night sky—the map clearly marked with twelve blood-red symbols, and their location was precisely the first symbol!
"The Blood Sword Alliance must gather all twelve fragments within twelve hours," the old man said hoarsely. "Each fragment corresponds to the burial site of a swordsmanship grandmaster."

Lin Qingyun suddenly pressed her hand to her chest: "My sword is resonating!" The Purple Lightning Sword emitted a piercing ringing sound, and its tassel automatically pointed eastward without any wind. Wang Xiaohu's Starry Frost Sword also trembled violently, and the star patterns on its hilt lit up with dazzling light!
"Not good!" The one-armed old man's expression changed drastically. "They've found their next location!"

Under the moonlight, the three rode swiftly. In the distance, amidst the mountains, twelve crimson sword lights soared into the sky, forming a menacing sword formation.
(End of this chapter)