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

After eliminating the enemy, Fu Shaoping didn't pause, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield. The entire battle was extremely tense. The Netherworld Cult had a large number of members and used unpredictable methods. Combined with some kind of attack formation, they had temporarily held off the attacks of two patrol teams. The black-robed priest, at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, was using his powerful cultivation and a skull-shaped magic artifact to completely suppress Zhou Meng and the captain of the T-team!
The stalemate must be broken! Fu Shaoping's gaze locked onto a seventh-level Qi Refining Netherworld Cult member who was constantly shaking a bell and emitting disruptive sound waves on the periphery. This person seemed to be an auxiliary node in the enemy's formation!
He took a deep breath and pushed the Golden Rainbow Escape Technique he had just comprehended to its limit. His figure transformed into a pale golden afterimage, passing through the chaotic battle like a ghost, and rushing straight towards the bell-ringing cultist!
The cultist sensed the danger and was about to change his move when Fu Shaoping's sword arrived!
"The morning glow is rising!"

The pure, concentrated glow of the sunset flashed by and disappeared in an instant!
The bell-ringing cultist stopped abruptly, a red mark seeping from between his brows, his eyes filled with disbelief, and he slowly collapsed to the ground.

His death caused a slight stagnation in the Netherworld Sect's combined attack formation!
"A golden opportunity!" Zhou Meng, with his rich combat experience, would not miss it. He swung his giant axe wildly, forcing back the black-robed priest, and roared, "Team C, Team D, follow me to break the formation!"

With their morale soaring, the disciples of the Mountain Patrol Division unleashed even greater fighting power, seizing the moment when the formation malfunctioned and launching a fierce attack!
Seeing that the situation was not good, the black-robed priest's eyes flashed with a fierce glint, and he slammed the skull in his hand onto the ground!
"boom!"

A powerful, sinister shockwave spread out, temporarily forcing Zhou Meng and the others back. He glared venomously at Fu Shaoping, seemingly determined to remember this troublemaker, then let out a shrill scream:
"withdraw!"

Upon hearing this, the remaining Netherworld Cult members did not hesitate to use various escape techniques to merge into the dense miasma and disappear in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Meng and his men couldn't catch up and could only stop in frustration.

The battle ended, and everyone tallied the casualties. Although several people were injured, fortunately no one died. This was mainly due to Fu Shaoping breaking through the enemy's formation node at the crucial moment, turning the tide of the battle.

Zhou Meng walked to Fu Shaoping's side, noticing his slightly pale face from forcibly activating his escape techniques and sword moves, and patted him firmly on the shoulder, everything understood without words. The captain of Team Ding also cast a grateful glance his way.

After this battle, Fu Shaoping's prestige within the Patrol Division was thoroughly established.

Elder Liu and others rushed over upon hearing the news. After inspecting the scene, their expressions turned grave.

"It seems the Netherworld Cult's power here is stronger than expected." Elder Wu examined the remaining traces of the array. "What are they planning..."

Elder Mu then discovered some unusual purple dust on the corpse of a Netherworld Cult member: "This is... the essence of 'Bewitching Miasma'? What are they collecting this for?"

The Bewitching Miasma is the most dangerous type of poisonous miasma in the Valley of Ten Thousand Miasmas. It can erode the soul of cultivators, create illusions, and cause them to fall into a state of madness.

Elder Liu remained silent for a moment, then gazed towards the deepest part of the miasma and slowly said, "Continue the investigation! We must find their lair!"

After a brief rest and treating the wounded, the team set off again into the depths of the Valley of Ten Thousand Miasmas. The atmosphere was even more tense than before; everyone understood that the real battle was yet to come.

Fu Shaoping swallowed a Qi-restoring pill, feeling the true energy gradually recovering in his body, and stared sharply into the depths of the colorful, murderous miasma.

His sword yearned for further honing, and for slaying even more powerful enemies! The group struggled forward through the increasingly dense miasma, each step requiring utmost caution. The sporadic resistance encountered along the way was all the more stubborn; the Netherworld Cultists, utilizing their familiarity with the terrain and the miasma as cover, launched constant sneak attacks. Although these attacks did not cause serious casualties, they greatly slowed the group's progress and drained everyone's spirit and spiritual energy.

Fu Shaoping, relying on the natural resistance to poisonous miasma granted by the Yi Mu Qing Yuan Technique and the agility brought by his nascent mastery of the Golden Rainbow Escape Technique, played a crucial role in numerous encounters, either rescuing fellow disciples in danger or swiftly dismantling enemy ambushes. The sword in his hand, which combined the power of the morning glow and the transformations of flowing clouds, became increasingly refined in actual combat. Although "Xia Yun Po" was not yet perfected, he could already control it at will, and its power was astonishing.

Several days later, the group arrived at a region with a peculiar terrain. The surrounding area consisted of steep, hole-filled rock walls, and in the center was a huge poisonous swamp that constantly churned with colorful bubbles. The mind-altering miasma in the air was so dense that it was almost tangible. Even with miasma-repelling pills and protective spiritual light, many disciples began to show signs of mental instability and hallucinations.

"The miasma here is unusually dense. Everyone, guard your minds!" Elder Mu shouted a warning, while scattering a handful of fragrant medicinal powder to temporarily dispel the approaching miasma.

Elder Wu held the compass, his face more solemn than ever before: "The core of the array is right beneath this poisonous swamp! What a grand scheme! Using the entire poisonous swamp as a base, they've laid out such a sinister 'Ten Thousand Souls Devouring Array'! If this array is completed, it can extract the souls of living beings within a hundred miles and condense them into extremely sinister power!"

Elder Liu's eyes, sharp as an eagle's, scanned the churning poisonous swamp and the eerie rock walls around him: "It seems this is their lair. Prepare to break the formation!"

However, the instant he finished speaking—

"Gududu..."

The center of the poisonous swamp suddenly churned violently, and a huge skull, formed from countless pale bones and pitch-black resentment, slowly rose up, its empty eye sockets burning with eerie green flames! A terrifying pressure, far exceeding the Foundation Establishment stage and reaching the early Core Formation stage, descended with a bang, making it almost impossible for the many Qi Refining disciples to breathe!

At the same time, countless Netherworld Cultists emerged from the holes in the surrounding rock walls. Leading them was the mid-Foundation Establishment priest who had escaped earlier, and standing beside him were two equally powerful early-Foundation Establishment black-robed figures!

"Welcome Elder Bone Nether!" all the Netherworld Cult members shouted in unison, their voices filled with fervor.

The enormous skull—Elder Bone Nether—cawed and groaned, its voice like bones grinding together: "You juniors of the Azure Profound Sect dare to disturb my array formation? I'll use your souls to help me complete the final step of this Myriad Souls Devouring Spirit Array!"

A Core Formation stage demon! Everyone's hearts sank to the bottom! This far exceeded their maximum combat strength estimated for this operation!
"So what if he has reached the Core Formation stage? He is a heretic and evil, and everyone should kill him! Form the formation!" Elder Liu, though shocked, remained calm and roared. He, Elder Wu, and Elder Mu instantly formed the Three Talents Formation. Three powerful spiritual energies soared into the sky, transforming into a giant sword of light, and actively slashed at Elder Gu You!
They must keep this most powerful demon at bay!

"Kill!" Zhou Meng and the other Foundation Establishment team leaders, their eyes bloodshot, led their disciples to meet the surging tide of Netherworld Cultists!
The great battle has completely erupted! Top-tier combatants clashed in the sky, spiritual energy and evil energy intertwined, and the deafening roar shook the heavens! On the ground, an even more brutal melee ensued, with people being injured or even falling every moment.

Fu Shaoping, caught in the middle of the battle, felt unprecedented pressure. The Netherworld Cultists around him seemed endless, and the two early Foundation Establishment stage black-robed figures slithered across the battlefield like venomous snakes, specifically targeting the elite disciples of the Qingxuan Sect!

A Qi Refining Level 7 senior brother from Team C was pierced through the chest by the white bone claw of a Foundation Establishment early stage black-robed man right in front of Fu Shaoping!
"Senior Brother Li!" Fu Shaoping's eyes were bloodshot, and a surge of anger rushed to his head! He no longer held back, and used the Golden Rainbow Escape Technique at full power, transforming into a golden thread that rushed straight towards the Foundation Establishment black-robed man!
"Cloud Breaker!" He unleashed a furious attack, surpassing his previous limits! The azure-gold sword light tore through the air, carrying an unstoppable, tragic, and resolute force!

The Foundation Establishment cultivator in black robes snorted coldly, flicked his finger, and a condensed black finger wind shot out!

"clang!"

As the sword light collided with the finger wind, Fu Shaoping felt an irresistible force. His longsword trembled violently, his tiger's mouth split open, and he was sent flying backward as if he had been hit by a giant hammer. He spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air!

The difference between Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining is like an insurmountable chasm! Even with his superb swordsmanship, he cannot bridge this fundamental gap!
But his obstruction created an opportunity for Zhou Meng! Zhou Meng roared and swung his giant axe, slashing fiercely at the Foundation Establishment black-robed man from the side, forcing him back.

Fu Shaoping fell heavily to the ground, feeling as if his internal organs had shifted and his meridians were throbbing with pain. He struggled to get up, only to see another early Foundation Establishment stage black-robed man grinning as he walked toward the injured and helpless Chen Lin!

No! Fu Shaoping's mind went blank, with only one thought remaining—save her!
He suddenly slammed his fist on the ground, using the force to propel himself up. Before he could even wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, he poured all the remaining true energy in his body, along with his indomitable will, into his legs!
Golden Rainbow Escape Technique - Burn!
A golden rainbow, several times brighter than before, like a ray of dawn tearing through the darkness, instantly traversed dozens of feet at a speed exceeding his limits, blocking Chen Lin's path!

At the same time, he struggled to lift the broken sword in his hand (which had been damaged in the previous battle), and pushed the Yi Mu Qing Yuan Technique to its limit, condensing a Qing Mu spiritual shield that was much thicker than before!

The Foundation Establishment cultivator in black robes was clearly taken aback by Fu Shaoping's speed. He paused for a moment, then grinned maliciously and struck out with his palm! The palm wind carried a sinister black aura that could corrode everything!

"Bang!!"

The Azure Wood Spirit Shield shattered after only half a breath! The black palm print landed solidly on Fu Shaoping's chest!
"Crack!" A clear sound of bone breaking rang out.

Fu Shaoping was thrown back into the air like a kite with a broken string, spitting out blood as his consciousness instantly plunged into darkness. Before completely losing consciousness, he seemed to see a dazzling sword light, as bright as the sun, flying in from beyond the sky, and vaguely heard a familiar yet cold voice:

"You wicked creature! How dare you harm my disciple!"

It's Senior Brother Shen... He's finally emerged from seclusion...

After an unknown amount of time, Fu Shaoping awoke amidst a fit of violent coughing. A sharp pain in his chest made it almost impossible for him to breathe. He found himself lying in a makeshift cave, his body enveloped in warm spiritual energy, seemingly healing him. Chen Lin, who had been watching over him, her eyes red and swollen, burst into tears of joy upon seeing him awake: "Junior Brother Fu! You're awake! That's wonderful!"

Outside the cave, the battle seemed to have ended, and all was quiet.

"How... is the situation?" Fu Shaoping's voice was hoarse and weak.

Chen Lin choked up as she said, "It was Senior Brother Shen Qingshan! He arrived just in time and severely injured that Bone Nether Demon with a single sword strike. Elder Liu and the others seized the opportunity to kill him! The other Netherworld Cult members were also routed... We won... but the casualties were heavy..."

He won… Fu Shaoping felt little joy, only the relief of surviving a calamity and a deep exhaustion. He felt his nearly depleted dantian and shattered meridians, especially the almost fatal wound in his chest. If it weren't for the Yi Mu Qing Yuan Technique keeping him alive, if Senior Brother Shen hadn't arrived in time…

At this moment, the light at the cave entrance dimmed, and a figure in a green robe walked in—it was Shen Qingshan. His face was still somewhat pale, clearly indicating that forcibly emerging from seclusion and fiercely battling the Core Formation Demon had taken a heavy toll on him, but his eyes were more profound than ever before.

He walked over to Fu Shaoping, checked his injuries, frowned slightly, and then channeled a pure and peaceful sword energy into him to help stabilize his injuries.

“Master…” Fu Shaoping struggled to bow.

"Don't move." Shen Qingshan pressed him down, looking at his pale yet resolute face. After a moment of silence, she slowly said, "You did very well. You were fearless in the face of danger, risking your life to protect your fellow disciples. You did not betray the spirit of my Qingxuan Sect, nor did you fail the sword in your hand."

His tone remained calm, but Fu Shaoping could hear the deep approval and... a hint of barely perceptible satisfaction contained within it.

"The Myriad Souls Devouring Spirit Formation has been broken, and the Netherworld Sect's scheme has been thwarted. They should not dare to make another attempt in the short term," Shen Qingshan continued. "However, your injuries are extremely severe, and your meridians are damaged. You will need to rest for a long time. Once we return to the sect, I will personally treat your injuries and help you rebuild your meridians."

"Thank you, Master!" A warm feeling welled up in Fu Shaoping's heart.

Shen Qingshan nodded, his gaze fixed on the outside of the cave, as if piercing through the mountain rocks to see into the distant future.

"After this battle, your resolve should be even stronger. Take good care of your injuries; the road ahead... is still long."

Fu Shaoping silently pondered those words, feeling the slow healing of his injuries and the increasingly clear sword heart honed between life and death.

He knew the battle of Wanmang Valley was over, but his karmic ties with the Netherworld Sect, and his journey in pursuit of the Great Dao, had only just entered a new phase. The road ahead was still long, but the sword in his hand would, as always, cut through thorns and forge ahead! The journey back to the sect was slow and arduous due to the large number of wounded. The flying boat traversed above the clouds, with mountains and rivers rushing past below, but the atmosphere inside was as heavy as lead. The price of victory was devastating; the bodies of his fellow disciples were carefully laid to rest, and the groans and suppressed sobs of the wounded occasionally broke the silence.

Fu Shaoping lay in a special cabin, cared for by Chen Lin and another disciple with some medical knowledge. Shen Qingshan came daily to mend his nearly shattered meridians with his own pure sword energy, supplementing them with the sect's treasured spiritual herbs. The Core Formation demon's palm strike not only shattered his sternum, but also unleashed a malevolent and poisonous foreign true energy that invaded his meridians, constantly eroding his life force. Had Shen Qingshan not forcefully suppressed and neutralized it with his overwhelming cultivation, he would have already perished. (End of Chapter)