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

He even began to try to integrate this trace of the true meaning of the Great Dao into the simplest sword moves, so that every ordinary thrust and slash contained the terrifying power of birth and death and reincarnation.

On this day, he was drawing upon the power of the stars to temper the North Star Sword when he suddenly sensed something and his brows furrowed slightly. His divine sense spread out like mercury spilling onto the ground, instantly covering an area of ​​a thousand miles.

A thousand miles away, a disheveled azure light was seen fleeing for its life, followed closely by three blood-red lights, all exuding murderous intent.

Fu Shaoping recognized the fleeing man as Zhao Ming, an inner disciple of the Qingxuan Sect, whom he had met once during the sect's grand competition. The three men chasing him were dressed in blood-red robes, exuding a sinister and violent aura; they were clearly disciples of the demonic "Blood Fiend Sect," all at the late Foundation Establishment stage.

Judging from the situation, Zhao Ming was already at his limit; his protective aura was dimming, and his escape speed was getting slower and slower.

"Hmph, you scum of the Qingxuan Sect, let's see where you run to!"

"Hand over the 'Millennial Blood Jade Mushroom' you found in the Sword Ruins obediently, and I'll give you a quick death!"

The Blood Fiend Sect disciples grinned maliciously as they approached, their blood-fiend sword energies tearing at Zhao Ming's defenses like venomous pythons.

Zhao Ming's face was deathly pale, his eyes filled with despair and resentment. By chance, he found a spiritual herb in the ruins outside the Sword Tomb, but he didn't expect to be targeted by the Blood Fiend Sect, who chased him all the way here.

Just as a condensed crimson palm print was about to strike Zhao Ming's back—

Suddenly, the light in the world seemed to dim for a moment.

A plain, unremarkable, chaotic sword aura, seemingly born from nothingness, arrived first and lightly touched the blood-red palm print.

There was no loud bang, no explosion.

The Blood Fiend Palm Print, powerful enough to severely injure a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, vanished without a trace the moment it came into contact with the Chaos Sword Qi, as if it had been thrown into the Land of Ruins, disappearing without a sound, as if it had never existed.

The sinister smiles on the faces of the three Blood Fiend Sect disciples froze instantly, replaced by extreme horror and fear!
They didn't even see where the attack came from!

Zhao Ming was also stunned, a look of bewilderment after surviving the ordeal on his face.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable, terrifying pressure descended as if the entire sky had collapsed! It pressed the three Blood Fiend Sect disciples firmly to the ground, rendering them unable to move and even making it difficult to breathe!

They looked up in horror, only to see a figure in a green robe slowly emerging from the void not far away. The person had a young face and a calm expression, but his eyes seemed to contain the birth and death of the universe, the cycle of reincarnation, making their souls tremble!
A Golden Core cultivator! And an extremely terrifying one at that!

"Senior...Senior, spare our lives!" The leading Blood Fiend Sect disciple managed to speak, tears streaming down his face. "We were blind and did not know that this person was a disciple of yours. We are willing to accept punishment for our offense!"

Fu Shaoping swept his gaze indifferently over the three of them, as if they were three ants.

"Blood Fiend Sect... It seems that even after the Netherworld Sect incident, you demonic cultivators still haven't given up your evil intentions."

He neither questioned nor judged. He simply pointed his fingers like a sword and casually slashed forward.

A thin strand of chaotic sword energy grazed the necks of the three people.

The three men froze, their eyes dimmed instantly, and their heads rolled off. Before the blood could even spurt out, they were reduced to nothingness by the annihilating intent contained within the sword threads.

It was decisive and efficient, without any hesitation or delay.

He had no pity for these demonic cultivators who treated human life as worthless and repeatedly offended the Qingxuan Sect.

Looking at the miraculous scene before him, and then at the blue-robed figure floating in the air with an aura as deep as an abyss, Zhao Ming finally recognized him. He trembled with excitement and knelt down with a thud.
"Your disciple Zhao Ming pays his respects to Martial Uncle Fu! Thank you so much for saving my life!"

He was utterly shocked. How long had it been? His Uncle-Master Fu, who had shone so brightly at the Heavenly Sword Tournament, had now achieved the Golden Core stage! Moreover, his strength probably far surpassed that of ordinary Golden Core cultivators!
With a flick of his sleeve, Fu Shaoping lifted Zhao Ming up with a gentle force.

"Get up. How is the sect doing lately?" His tone was calm, completely different from his decisive and ruthless demeanor just now.

Zhao Ming hurriedly and respectfully replied, "Reporting to Martial Uncle, everything in the sect is fine. However... however, in the past six months, the friction between the border and the demonic path has intensified, and the Blood Fiend Sect and the Black Fiend Sect have been active frequently, seemingly poised to make a comeback. The sect leader and all the elders are on high alert."

Fu Shaoping's eyes flickered slightly; it seemed the cultivation world was far from peaceful. Now that he had achieved the Golden Core stage, it was time for him to return to his sect.

He glanced at Zhao Ming, then flicked his finger, sending out a pill and a talisman: "This pill can heal your injuries, and this talisman can help you return to the sect quickly. Cultivate diligently."

"Thank you, Uncle-Master!" Zhao Ming was moved to tears.

Fu Shaoping said no more, and with a flicker, he disappeared into the horizon. His speed far surpassed that of the Sun Chasing Boat, truly covering a thousand miles in an instant.

Zhao Ming stared in the direction he had disappeared, unable to recover for a long time, with only one thought in his mind:
With the return of Martial Uncle Fu, the Qingxuan Sect will surely gain another pillar of strength!

At this moment, Fu Shaoping had already left Zang Jianyuan far behind.

His target: Qingxuan Sect.

It's time to settle some accounts. And it's time to shoulder some responsibilities.

Golden Core cultivator Fu Shaoping has officially returned! His Golden Core light traveled a thousand miles in an instant. In less than half a day, the familiar, mist-shrouded mountain range of the Qingxuan Sect came into view.

Fu Shaoping did not rush into the mountain gate directly. Instead, he pressed his escape light a hundred miles away from the mountain gate, concealing the golden core pressure around him that was as bright as the sun. He only revealed the aura of the late Foundation Establishment stage, and walked towards the mountain gate like an ordinary inner disciple who had returned to the sect.

He wasn't deliberately hiding it; rather, he wanted to see what the Qingxuan Sect was like now.

Even before approaching the mountain gate, a tense and chilling atmosphere permeated the air. The protective array's aura was noticeably more solid and dense than before, the number of patrolling disciples had doubled, and each one wore a vigilant expression with eyes as sharp as eagles. The checks at the mountain gate were also much stricter, with even magical artifacts for detecting demonic energy being used.

"Halt! Show your identity jade token!" the gatekeeper shouted sternly, his gaze sweeping over Fu Shaoping like lightning.

Fu Shaoping took out the jade token representing a true disciple. The gatekeeper disciple verified it and, a hint of surprise flashing across his face, quickly turned to respect, bowing respectfully: "So it's Martial Uncle Fu returning to the sect! This disciple has been impolite, please come in, Martial Uncle!"

Fu Shaoping nodded slightly and stepped into the mountain gate. He could sense that several powerful divine senses were scanning him from the shadows, and only after confirming that there was nothing wrong with him did they quietly retreat.

The atmosphere within the sect was equally heavy. The usual peace and tranquility had been replaced by a sense of impending doom. The disciples moved about in a hurry, and their sparring and combat on the training ground was even more fierce. A faint, almost imperceptible, smell of blood filled the air, indicating that they had recently engaged in numerous real battles.

He walked straight to the main hall on the summit.

The disciples he encountered along the way, whether inner or outer sect, were initially taken aback upon seeing him, but then their expressions of excitement and awe changed as they respectfully bowed: "Uncle-Master Fu!" "Uncle-Master Fu, you're back!"

The story of the champion of the Sky Dome Sword Tournament had already spread throughout the sect. Now that he had returned safely, his aura seemed even more unfathomable, which undoubtedly gave many disciples a strong boost of confidence.

Fu Shaoping nodded in response to each one, continuing on his way.

He soon arrived at the main hall of the summit. The disciples on duty outside the hall were even more excited to see him and quickly went inside to announce his arrival.

A moment later, the sect leader's calm voice came from inside the hall: "Shaoping is back? Come in."

Fu Shaoping entered the main hall. Inside, the sect leader sat at the head of the table, flanked by the peak masters of each peak, as well as elders from important halls such as the Discipline Hall and the Battle Hall. Shen Qingshan was also among them. The group seemed to be discussing important matters, and the atmosphere was serious.

Upon seeing Fu Shaoping enter, all eyes immediately focused on him.

A hint of relief flashed in the sect leader's eyes, but it quickly turned into surprise and doubt. As a Nascent Soul cultivator, he could naturally see through Fu Shaoping's cultivation level—which he hadn't deliberately concealed—at a glance! Moreover, the strength of his foundation and the purity of his spiritual power far surpassed that of an ordinary early-stage Golden Core cultivator!

How long has it been? This child has already formed his Golden Core?! Moreover, judging from his harmonious and restrained aura, and the natural flow of Daoist principles, it is definitely not a forced advancement through elixirs, but a true Golden Core of the Great Dao!
Not only him, but all the elders present, including Shen Qingshan, showed undisguised shock in their eyes.

"Disciple Fu Shaoping greets the Sect Master and all elders." Fu Shaoping bowed and spoke calmly.

"Good! Good! Good!" The sect leader said "good" three times, a hearty smile on his face. "It's good that you've returned safely! Judging from your aura... have you already condensed your Golden Core?"

Upon hearing this, even the elders in the hall who had some suspicions couldn't help but be moved.

Fu Shaoping replied calmly, "Reporting to the sect master, I was fortunate enough to encounter an opportunity in the ancient sword tomb and have successfully formed my core."

Although they were mentally prepared, everyone still couldn't help but gasp when they heard the confirmation with their own ears.

To achieve the Golden Core stage before even reaching the age of sixty! What an astonishing talent and opportunity! In the ten thousand years since the founding of the Qingxuan Sect, only a handful of people have achieved such a feat!

"May Heaven bless Qingxuan!" an elder with white hair and beard exclaimed excitedly.

Shen Qingshan looked at his disciple, his eyes filled with even more satisfaction and pride, and nodded slightly.

The sect leader clapped his hands and laughed: "Hahaha! Excellent! This is a sign of the great prosperity of my Qingxuan Sect! Fu Shaoping, now that you have achieved the Golden Core stage, according to the sect rules, you should be an elder! I hereby bestow upon you the position of 'Elder Luoxia,' allowing you to enjoy the sect's elder offerings and to establish your own lineage!"

Elder Luoxia!
This means that Fu Shaoping has officially become a high-ranking member of the Qingxuan Sect, possessing the qualifications and power to sit on equal footing with everyone present!
"Thank you, Sect Master!" Fu Shaoping bowed again, his expression still calm, without much excitement. With his strength reached a certain level, his status would naturally follow.

The sect leader's smile faded, and his expression turned solemn: "You've returned at just the right time. As you've probably seen, the sect's situation is far from optimistic."

He said in a deep voice, "Since the Heavenly Sword Tournament, the activities of demonic forces such as the Netherworld Sect, the Black Fiend Sect, and the Blood Fiend Sect have become increasingly rampant. They have repeatedly invaded our borders and attacked our sect disciples and outposts. There are even indications that there may be a more powerful force behind them, and their ambitions are not small."

Elder Zhan Tang interjected, his voice resounding: "According to our investigation, the demonic path seems to be secretly crafting some kind of evil formation, which requires a large number of living souls and essence blood. Several villages and towns under our sect's jurisdiction have already been ravaged, leaving no one alive!"

Elder Liu of the Discipline Hall said with a grim face: "We also need to be vigilant within the sect, as it is hard to guarantee that there are no spies from the demonic path infiltrating. Several cases have been investigated and dealt with recently."

Fu Shao listened quietly, his eyes gradually turning cold. He had already sensed something amiss on his way back to the sect, and now it was confirmed.

"The demonic path's desire to destroy us will never die." The sect leader's gaze swept over everyone, finally landing on Fu Shaoping. "Shaoping, now that you have advanced to the Golden Core stage, you must shoulder the responsibility of protecting the sect. The sect is in dire need of manpower right now, what do you say?"

Fu Shaoping raised his head, his gaze sharp as a sword, his voice clear and firm:
"It is my duty as a disciple to slay demons and protect the sect."

He paused, then continued, "Since the demonic path dares to extend its claws, it should be prepared to be cut off. Passive defense is not the style of Qingxuan. This disciple suggests that we take the initiative, remove its claws and fangs, and uncover its conspiracy!"

Upon hearing this, the eyes of several elders who advocated for war immediately lit up.

"Well said!" Elder Zhan Tang slammed his hand on the table and stood up. "That's exactly right! I'm willing to personally lead the team to wipe out the demonic den on the border!"

Shen Qingshan slowly spoke up: "Alright. But we need to plan carefully before acting and find out the root cause behind it."

After a moment's contemplation, the sect leader decided, "Excellent! We shall follow Shao Ping's suggestion! The Battle Hall and the Discipline Hall shall cooperate, with Shao Ping taking the lead, to formulate a plan to wipe out and counterattack the demonic strongholds! We must demonstrate the might of our Qingxuan Sect and at the same time uncover the demonic sect's schemes!"

"Yes!" Fu Shaoping and the elders of the Battle Hall and Discipline Hall responded in unison.

After the meeting, everyone went their separate ways to make arrangements.

Fu Shaoping and Shen Qingshan walked out of the main hall side by side.

"How are you feeling?" Shen Qingshan asked.

"Strength means responsibility." Fu Shaoping looked towards the mountains and rivers of the sect. "This disciple understands."

Shen Qingshan nodded: "Go ahead and do it. Your sword is sharp enough."

Fu Shaoping bowed: "I will certainly live up to the expectations of my master and the sect."

He turned and looked into the distance, towards the border where demonic energy swirled.

His eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Since the demonic path is restless, then let him use the sword in his hand to tell them—

The Azure Profound Edge—one who touches it will die! — Elder Fu Shaoping of Luoxia!

The news spread like wildfire throughout the entire Qingxuan Sect. A Golden Core elder not yet sixty years old, the champion of the Sky Dome Sword Tournament, the return of the ancient Sword Tomb... each title was enough to cause a sensation, but when they were combined in one person, they brought unparalleled shock and fervor.

The younger generation of disciples, in particular, almost regarded Fu Shaoping as their faith and goal. His rise was like a shot in the arm, greatly boosting morale, which had been somewhat low due to the intrusion of the demonic path.

Fu Shaoping didn't linger in the commotion for long. The investiture ceremony was kept simple, and he quickly joined the elders of the War Hall and Discipline Hall in the intense preparations for war. The War Hall was responsible for troop deployment and intelligence gathering on demonic strongholds; the Discipline Hall was responsible for internal purges and identifying suspicious individuals; while Fu Shaoping, stationed at the central command, used his powerful divine sense and keen perception of swordsmanship to analyze intelligence and formulate a swift and decisive strike plan. Three days later, late at night, the gates of the Qingxuan Sect quietly opened. (End of Chapter)