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

The illusion shattered once again.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Liu Yunyi's sinister smile and felt the deadly sword energy; he saw Shen Qingshan fighting valiantly to cover his retreat; he saw the sect reduced to ruins by the attack of the demons... Scenes he had experienced, feared, and worried about played out one after another, constantly impacting his mind.

Each time, with his increasingly resilient will and unwavering commitment to the sword, he either shattered illusions or persevered, moving forward step by step.

After an unknown amount of time, as if through countless reincarnations, the illusion before my eyes finally began to blur and distort. A faint light appeared ahead.

Fu Shaoping, exhausted yet with an increasingly resolute will, walked toward the faint light.

The light spot grew larger and larger, eventually transforming into an ordinary cave exit.

He took a step forward, the blinding sunlight causing him to squint slightly. He heard the presiding elder's voice, tinged with surprise:

"Fu Shaoping, passed. Time taken: half an hour. First place in this assessment."

Outside the cave, several disciples, including Zhao Gan, who had emerged earlier, looked at him with shock, envy, and even a hint of awe. Most of them were pale and their breathing was unsteady, clearly having suffered greatly in the illusion.

Fu Shaoping slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, feeling the true qi within his body, which, although greatly depleted, was exceptionally pure and showed faint signs of a breakthrough, as well as his sword heart, which had been tempered a thousand times and become increasingly clear and firm. He knew that he had made it through.

He looked up toward the main peak, his gaze seemingly piercing through layers of clouds.

Stepping out of the Illusionary Heart Cave, sunlight bathed him, dispelling the lingering chill of the illusion. Fu Shaoping could clearly feel that although his internal energy was slightly depleted, it was more refined and pure than ever before, as if it had been tempered by the fires of the illusion. His sword heart, after enduring countless trials of fear, despair, and choices, was not tarnished but instead became as clear as crystal, reflecting his true nature.

The result of being ranked first in the assessment did not make him complacent; instead, he became more composed. He understood that this was not the end, but a stepping stone to a wider world.

The presiding elder handed him a blue jade token carved with cloud patterns, his tone unusually gentle: "Fu Shaoping, with this jade token, you can go to the Internal Affairs Hall to change your identity and receive your inner disciple robes, salary, and cave key. Three days later, gather at the 'Transmission Hall,' where elders will explain the inner sect rules and regulations and allocate cultivation resources to you."

"Thank you, Elder." Fu Shaoping accepted the jade token with both hands. It was warm to the touch and represented a brand new identity and responsibility.

Without delay, he went straight to the Inner Affairs Hall. The procedures went exceptionally smoothly, and the disciples in charge were respectful, clearly having heard of his "deeds." When he changed into the moon-white robe that symbolized his status as an inner disciple and held the jade key representing his independent cave in his hand, he felt not much excitement, but only a natural calm.

His new cave dwelling was located on a relatively secluded mountain peak, where the concentration of spiritual energy far surpassed that of the outer courtyard. The cave dwelling was simply furnished, yet had everything one could need, especially the quiet room, which was equipped with a spirit-gathering array, making it an excellent place for cultivation.

Fu Shaoping did not rush to experience the new environment. Instead, he first secluded himself for a day to consolidate what he had gained in the Illusionary Heart Cave and adjust his condition to its peak. The next morning, he felt his internal energy surging to the point of criticality. Without hesitation, he guided his internal energy to break through the barrier of the fifth level of Qi Refining.

As expected, everything proceeded smoothly and without incident. Half an hour later, Fu Shaoping's aura suddenly surged, officially entering the fifth level of Qi Refining! The total amount and quality of his true qi had made a significant leap, and his understanding of the "Thousands of Flowing Clouds" qi cultivation method had also deepened.

On the third day, at the Hall of Transmission of Merit.

More than ten newly promoted inner disciples stood solemnly in the hall, including Zhao Gan. His gaze towards Fu Shaoping was complex, ultimately turning into a barely perceptible sigh as he nodded in acknowledgment. Fu Shaoping also nodded in return; past grievances were now like smoke in the wind.

The speaker was an elder of the Punishment Hall with a stern face and sharp eyes, surnamed Tie. He explained in detail the rights and obligations of inner disciples, the sect's precepts, and the contribution point system, his tone stern and leaving no room for argument.

"...Inner disciples enjoy the sect's resources and bear the responsibility of protecting it. In the future, as you roam the cultivation world, your every word and action represents the face of the Qingxuan Sect. Do not tarnish the sect's reputation!" Elder Tie's gaze swept over the crowd like lightning. "As for cultivation resources, apart from the fixed salary, everything must be exchanged for contribution points. Cultivation techniques, secret manuals, elixirs, magic treasures, and guidance from renowned masters—no exceptions. Contribution points can be obtained by completing sect missions, exploring secret realms, or achieving a ranking in the sect's grand competition. On the path of cultivation, resources are of paramount importance—method, wealth, companions, and environment. You should all take care of yourselves!"

Subsequently, a disciple in charge distributed basic resources to each person: a bottle of "Condensing Essence Pill" to aid in Qi Refining stage cultivation, one hundred initial contribution points, and a free opportunity to enter the "Second Floor of the Scripture Pavilion" to select a cultivation technique.

After the meeting was dismissed, Fu Shaoping did not hesitate at all and went straight to the Sutra Repository.

The second floor of the Scripture Pavilion is completely different from the first floor. The space is smaller but more tranquil. The bookshelves are made of spirit wood, and the jade slips and scrolls placed on them all emit a faint spiritual light. The books here are at least mid-grade Yellow Rank cultivation techniques and spells, and there are even many cultivation insights from predecessors.

Fu Shaoping had a clear goal. His current attacks had the rudiments of the "Three Styles of Sunset Glow," and his movement techniques included basic lightness techniques, but he was severely lacking in defense, escape techniques, and methods for dealing with various complex situations. He needed a technique that could compensate for his weaknesses.

After careful searching and comparison, he finally focused his attention on a jade slip titled "The Azure Origin Technique of Yi Wood." This technique was not purely offensive or defensive, but rather a wood-attribute cultivation method leaning towards support and recovery. Once mastered, it could condense the Azure Origin Qi of Yi Wood, which could nourish the physical body, accelerate injury recovery, transform into vines to entangle and trap enemies, form an Azure Wood Spirit Shield to resist attacks, and even have a restraining effect on certain poisonous miasma and evil energies. Although its offensive power was not strong, its strength lay in its comprehensive functions, making it especially suitable for cultivators who spent long periods training outdoors and had to deal with various unknown risks.

“The vitality of the Wood element is continuous and inexhaustible, which perfectly matches my steady and defensive swordsmanship.” Fu Shaoping thought to himself as he made his choice.

Having exchanged for a rubbing of the "Yi Mu Qing Yuan Jue" and used up his free opportunity, Fu Shaoping returned to his new cave dwelling and immediately began to study it.

In the days that followed, he entered a state of frenzied cultivation. During the day, he studied the "Yi Wood Azure Origin Technique," guiding his internal energy to generate a trace of pure Yi Wood Qi, nourishing his meridians and condensing his spiritual shield; at night, he continued to refine "Rising Sun" and "Thousands of Flowing Clouds," attempting to integrate the vitality of Yi Wood Qi into his swordplay, so that the sword light, in addition to its sharpness, would have a long and sustained power.

During this time, he also visited the Mission Hall. The inner sect missions were diverse, with difficulties and rewards far exceeding those of the outer sect. However, he did not rush to accept them, but planned to first master the newly acquired cultivation technique and solidify his Qi Refining fifth level realm.

On this day, he was practicing his swordsmanship outside his cave, trying to attach a wisp of Yi Wood Green Qi to the sword to make his sword moves more varied, when suddenly a communication talisman flew over.

With the activation of spiritual energy, Elder Liu's steady voice rang out: "Fu Shaoping, come to the side hall of the Discipline Hall immediately."

Fu Shaoping's heart tightened, and he dared not delay, immediately setting off. Inside the side hall of the Discipline Hall, only Elder Liu remained. He gestured for Fu Shaoping to sit down and said directly, "Two things."

"First, regarding your assignment. The sect has decided to assign you to the 'Mountain Patrol Division.' The Mountain Patrol Division is responsible for patrolling and guarding the outer areas of the sect. Although it is hard work, it allows you to get hands-on experience and gain a lot of training. With your current cultivation level, it is just right."

The Mountain Patrol Division? Fu Shaoping understood; this was indeed a place that tempered people.

"Secondly," Elder Liu's tone grew serious, "the sect has some preliminary clues about Liu Yunyi and the forces behind him. They are very likely related to an ancient evil sect called the 'Netherworld Cult.' This sect acts mysteriously and is skilled at manipulating the aura of death and spirits. Its ultimate goal is suspected to be related to opening some kind of 'Netherworld passage' to summon evil gods from other realms. The Chixiao Sect massacre and the evil formation in the back mountain are both inextricably linked to this."

The Netherworld Cult? An alien evil god? Fu Shaoping was shocked, never expecting the enemy to have such a powerful background.

"This matter concerns the safety of the entire cultivation world and is no longer just a matter for our sect. The sect leader has already joined forces with several major sects to secretly launch an investigation." Elder Liu looked at Fu Shaoping, "You are already entangled with the Netherworld Sect, so you must be extra vigilant when patrolling the mountain in the future. If you find any clues related to Yin spirits, death energy, or strange formations, report them immediately."

"Disciple understands!" Fu Shaoping replied solemnly.

"Hmm." Elder Liu nodded and took out a storage bag. "Inside are some pills for healing, detoxifying, and restoring true energy, as well as a few escape talismans and defensive talismans. Consider this an extra reward from the sect for your meritorious service. The Mountain Patrol Division will be on duty tomorrow, so go and prepare."

"Thank you, elder!"

After taking the storage bag, Fu Shaoping left the side hall. The sun was shining brightly, yet he felt a heavy weight on his shoulders.

The Netherworld Cult, an alien evil god... the future journey of patrolling the mountain is destined to be anything but peaceful.

But he clenched his fist, his eyes showing no fear, only a eager sharpness. The stronger the storm, the sharper the sword in his hand needed to be!

The Patrol Division's outpost is located atop a precipitous mountain peak on the outskirts of the sect, a place called "Beacon Tower." It offers a panoramic view overlooking a vast expanse of the sect's surrounding mountains and serves as the departure and assembly point for patrol teams.

The following morning, Fu Shaoping arrived at Wangfengtai on time. Dozens of disciples had already gathered in the square, all dressed in the distinctive dark blue uniforms of the Mountain Patrol Division, exuding a sharp and powerful aura. Most of them were in the mid-to-late stage of Qi Refining, while a few Foundation Establishment stage captains stood with their hands behind their backs, radiating a powerful presence.

Fu Shaoping's arrival attracted some attention. It was rare for a newly promoted inner disciple to be directly transferred to the Mountain Patrol Division, especially since he was now considered a "celebrity" within the sect. Their gazes held curiosity, scrutiny, and a degree of indifference. After all, a Qi Refining Level 5 cultivation level was practically at the bottom of the Mountain Patrol Division.

A Foundation Establishment cultivator with a cold face and a scar on his face stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over Fu Shaoping like a knife, and said in a loud voice: "You are Fu Shaoping? I am Zhou Meng, the captain of Team C. From now on, you will be under the jurisdiction of Team C."

"Disciple Fu Shaoping greets Captain Zhou." Fu Shaoping bowed respectfully.

Zhou Meng nodded, seemingly satisfied with his attitude, but his tone remained stern: "The Mountain Patrol Division is not a place for pampered living! There is only one rule: orders must be obeyed without question, and you must fight to the death when facing the enemy! If you are afraid of death and desert in the face of battle, don't blame me for being ruthless in military law! Do you understand?"

"Understood!" Fu Shaoping replied in a deep voice.

"Return to the team!"

Fu Shaoping joined the ranks of Team C. The team consisted of seven others: four at the sixth level of Qi Refining and three at the seventh level. They glanced at Fu Shaoping but said nothing, clearly not taking a newcomer at the fifth level of Qi Refining very seriously.

Soon, the tasks were assigned. Team C was responsible for patrolling the "Black Wind Ridge" area in the southwest. The area is mountainous and densely forested with complex terrain. Low-level demonic beasts occasionally appear there, and it was also an area where remnants of "Black Wind Stronghold" might hide. Extra vigilance was required.

At Zhou Meng's command, the nine-man squad shot out of the beacon tower like arrows and disappeared into the vast mountains.

Patrolling the mountain is not simply a matter of traveling. Zhou Meng, with his extensive experience, constantly adjusted the route and formation based on the terrain, wind direction, and even subtle changes in the spiritual energy in the air. The team members clearly cooperated well, maintaining a formation that allowed them to both look after each other and react quickly. Fu Shaoping was positioned in the middle of the group, a relatively safe position that also made it easier for the captain to keep an eye on the newcomers.

He concealed his aura and silently followed, carefully spreading his divine sense to perceive everything around him. The mountain forest was silent, with only the sound of the wind and the occasional birdsong. But he dared not be careless in the slightest; although the Ice Heart Mirror in his arms did not react, Elder Liu's admonition still echoed in his ears.

Along the way, they encountered several ignorant first-tier monsters called "Sharp-Toothed Lynxes." Before Fu Shaoping could even make a move, they were quickly dealt with by the team members in the front row, with clean and efficient methods.

"Stay vigilant, don't let your guard down because of some small fry!" Zhou Meng shouted in a low voice.

Fu Shaoping secretly noted it down; the disciples of the Mountain Patrol Division were indeed rich in practical experience.

In the afternoon, the team ventured deeper into the heart of Black Wind Ridge. Here, the trees were even taller and denser, the light was dim, and the air was filled with a faint scent of decaying leaves and damp earth.

Suddenly, one of the seventh-level Qi Refining disciples leading the way gave a hand signal, and the group immediately stopped and quietly concealed themselves.

"Captain, something's up," the disciple whispered. "There's a smell of blood in the valley ahead, and... a very faint aura of yin."

Zhou Meng's eyes narrowed, and he made a hand gesture, causing the team to quietly move forward in a fan shape.

After passing through a dense forest, a small valley came into view. The sight inside made everyone gasp!
In the center of the valley lay seven or eight corpses, scattered haphazardly. Judging from their clothing, they appeared to be members of a small cultivation family. Their deaths were extremely gruesome; their life essence seemed to have been drained, turning them into mummies, their faces frozen in extreme terror. Even more unsettling was the simple yet sinister magic circle carved into the ground around the corpses. Although it had been destroyed, the remaining resentment still sent shivers down one's spine. (End of Chapter)