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

Zhao Daniu chuckled, clearly not believing it.

As a result of this incident, Fu Shaoping's status in the servants' quarters quietly changed.

No one dared to boss him around anymore; some even offered to help him with chores, just to become familiar with him.

Fu Shaoping merely observed this from the sidelines, neither rejecting nor becoming close to it. His goal was never these empty titles.

What he needs is time, accumulation, and steady improvement.

Half a month later, he broke through to the second level of Qi Refining as expected.

Another month passed, and he reached the third level of Qi Refining.

Three months later, he reached the fourth level of Qi Refining.

During this period, he would occasionally go to the Mutual Aid Pavilion to exchange for pills, occasionally go to the pill room to observe pill refining, and occasionally exchange pill refining experiences with Zhou Yuanqing.

But he spent most of his time cultivating.

He was like an ordinary handyman, inconspicuous and unassuming, simply cultivating and accumulating knowledge day after day.

In the blink of an eye, Fu Shaoping had spent a whole year at the Yaofeng Servant's Courtyard.

During that year, his cultivation level steadily improved, breaking through from the first level of Qi Refining to the seventh level. Such a speed was astonishing among the servants, but it was not considered top-tier among the outer disciples. What truly allowed him to gain a foothold in the servants' quarters was his unparalleled alchemy skills.

Since the incident with Zhou Yuanqing, Fu Shaoping had gained a somewhat aloof status among the miscellaneous servants of Medicine Peak. The senior brother in charge turned a blind eye and never assigned him any heavy chores. He then devoted most of his time to cultivation and studying alchemy.

He only used the token Zhou Yuanqing gave him once—to borrow a few basic alchemy books from the inner sect's library. Although they were basic, they were far superior to the rudimentary methods that a servant could access. He compared these books with his alchemy experiences from his previous life, and his understanding of alchemy became increasingly profound.

Zhou Yuanqing himself would come to the servants' quarters to see Fu Shaoping every month or two, ostensibly to "spar," but in reality to seek his advice. Fu Shaoping was happy to give him guidance, since the pills and materials Zhou Yuanqing gave him were crucial support for his current cultivation.

Zhou Yuanqing came again that day.

Unlike usual, this time he looked serious, with his brows furrowed.

"Junior Brother Fu, something's happened." He got straight to the point.

Fu Shaoping was brewing tea in the courtyard when he heard this. He looked up and said calmly, "Senior Brother Zhou, please speak."

Zhou Yuanqing sat down opposite him and said in a deep voice, "The sect will hold the 'Outer Sect Grand Competition' in three months. The top ten will be promoted to inner sect and will be qualified to enter the 'Spirit Ruins Secret Realm'. This is the usual practice, but this year... I'm afraid there will be changes."

Fu Shaoping poured him a cup of tea: "What happened?"

"A prodigy has emerged in Poison Dragon Valley this year." A hint of apprehension flashed in Zhou Yuanqing's eyes. "His name is 'Li Wuqing,' and he's at the Great Perfection of Qi Refining. It's said that he cultivates poison arts, and his methods are extremely ruthless. He runs rampant in the outer sect of Poison Dragon Valley, and has already crippled seven or eight disciples who tried to challenge him. What's more troublesome is that he has a past relationship with a certain elder in the inner sect. It's said that the elder gave him a low-grade magic weapon called 'Poison Dragon Thorn,' which is extremely powerful."

He paused, then looked at Fu Shaoping: "I heard that you also intend to participate in this outer sect competition?"

Fu Shaoping picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and did not deny it.

Advancing to the inner sect and gaining access to better cultivation resources was one of his plans in this life.

Seeing his tacit agreement, Zhou Yuanqing hurriedly said, "Junior Brother Fu, although your cultivation speed is fast, you are only at the seventh level of Qi Refining, and there is still a long way to go before reaching the Great Perfection of Qi Refining. That Li Wuqing has already said that he will 'take good care' of anyone he encounters in the competition. If you run into him..."

"Is Senior Brother Zhou worried that I'll be crippled?" Fu Shaoping smiled slightly. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Zhou Yuanqing hesitated for a moment, then finally sighed, "I know you're not simple, but Li Wuqing is really not someone to mess with. How about... you wait for the next competition? Anyway, with your talent, you'll be more confident three years from now."

Fu Shaoping shook his head: "Three years is too long. I only care about the present moment."

He put down his teacup, his gaze distant: "I appreciate Senior Brother Zhou's kindness. But some things must be faced."

Zhou Yuanqing stared blankly at him, suddenly realizing that he, an inner disciple at the Foundation Establishment stage, was somewhat unfathomable in front of this Qi Refining seventh-level servant.

"Alright, alright, since you've made up your mind, I won't try to persuade you any further." Zhou Yuanqing stood up and took out a jade bottle from his pocket. "These are three 'Breakthrough Pills,' which can temporarily boost your strength by one minor realm during battle, but will leave you weak for three days afterward. Keep them for when you need them."

Fu Shaoping accepted it and thanked him solemnly.

Zhou Yuanqing waved his hand and turned to leave. Reaching the courtyard gate, he suddenly turned back: "Junior Brother Fu, I hope to see you in the inner sect three months from now."

"must."

……

After Zhou Yuanqing left, Fu Shaoping sat alone in the courtyard, watching the tea in his cup gradually cool down.

The outer sect competition: Li Wuqing, poison skills, magical artifacts...

These are indeed insurmountable obstacles for ordinary Qi Refining Stage 7 cultivators. But for him—

"Poisonous skills?" Fu Shaoping's lips curled into a very faint smile.

In his past life, he spent two whole years in the Swamp of Ten Thousand Poisons, living among countless poisonous creatures, and even refined the Dragon's Vengeful Poison Fire. He knew poison better than anyone else.

As for magical artifacts...

He looked down at his hands.

In the past year, besides cultivating, he also did one other thing—forging his own natal magic weapon.

Using the materials he obtained from Zhou Yuanqing, combined with his profound understanding of contract runes from his previous life, he forged a seemingly ordinary iron sword.

The sword was forged from refined iron, without any fancy decorations. Only a very faint contract rune was engraved on the hilt—a simplified version of the "Contract of Judgment" that he had carved, imitating the aura of the fragment of the "Contract Order".

He named this sword "Judgment".

Although it is only a low-grade magic weapon, with the blessing of the Judgment Contract, it may not be without the power to fight against Li Wuqing's Poison Dragon Thorn.

“Three months…” Fu Shaoping murmured, “enough for me to break through to the eighth level of Qi Refining.”

He stood up, went back into the house, and continued his cultivation.

……

Three months passed in the blink of an eye.

The outer gate grand event was held as scheduled.

The competition was held at the martial arts arena, which could accommodate thousands of spectators. On this day, the arena was packed with people, including not only outer disciples but also a large number of inner disciples and several elders.

Fu Shaoping stood in the queue of contestants, wearing the blue robe of an outer disciple (a month ago, he passed the outer disciple assessment with the cultivation of the eighth level of Qi Refining, officially leaving behind his servant status), his face as calm as still water.

His gaze swept across the crowd of contestants, and he quickly locked onto one person.

He was a young man with a sinister face and an unnaturally bluish-gray complexion, surrounded by a faint gray mist. He stood in the crowd, and no one dared to approach him within three zhang (approximately 10 meters). The gazes he cast upon him were filled with apprehension and fear.

Li Wuqing.

Seemingly sensing Fu Shaoping's gaze, Li Wuqing turned his head and looked at him.

Their gazes met in the void.

A cruel smile curled at the corner of Li Wuqing's lips as he reached out and made a throat-slitting motion across his neck.

Fu Shaoping's expression remained unchanged; he merely nodded slightly as a greeting.

A hint of surprise flashed in Li Wuqing's eyes, then he snorted coldly and turned his head away.

"Senior Brother Fu, did you see that? Li Wuqing is threatening you!" A fellow participant leaned over and whispered, "You'd better be careful, what if you draw him in the lottery..."

"It's alright," Fu Shaoping said calmly.

Seeing his nonchalant demeanor, the disciple opened his mouth, but ultimately just shook his head, thinking to himself: This newly promoted outer disciple probably doesn't know how terrifying Li Wuqing is.

The draw began quickly.

When Fu Shaoping saw the number he had drawn, his brows twitched slightly.

"Round 3, Match 7, Opponent—Li Wuqing."

A commotion immediately broke out in the audience. Countless eyes turned to Fu Shaoping, some gloating, some sympathetic, and some looking forward to a good show.

Li Wuqing laughed loudly, stood up, and said loudly, "Good! Good! I was just worried about not finding a decent opponent, and you've delivered yourself to my doorstep! Don't worry, I'll take good 'care' of you!" On the highest platform of the martial arts arena, several inner sect elders were also whispering among themselves.

"Who is that kid? He dares to go up against Li Wuqing at the eighth level of Qi Refining?"

"It is said that he started out as a handyman and climbed from the first level of Qi Refining to the eighth level in a year, so he can be considered to have some talent. It's a pity that he was too hasty."

"Young people are often arrogant and ignorant. Li Wuqing, that kid, is at the peak of Qi Refining and has the Poison Dragon Thorn in his hand. This match is a foregone conclusion."

Only an elderly woman with white hair, sitting in the corner, had her gaze fixed on Fu Shaoping, seemingly lost in thought.

“Interesting…” she murmured, “This boy showed no fear whatsoever in the face of Li Wuqing. Such composure is truly rare.”

……

Fu Shaoping won the first two rounds of the competition with ease. His opponents were all at the seventh or eighth level of Qi Refining, and he didn't even need to use the Judgment Sword; he defeated them with his pure spiritual energy alone.

Li Wuqing's two matches showed everyone what "ruthless" truly meant.

His first opponent was poisoned and fell into a coma on the spot, and has not woken up since. His second opponent fared even worse; his arm was slashed by the poisonous dragon thorn, leaving it black and swollen. If he hadn't received timely treatment, he would probably have been crippled.

"That Li Wuqing has gone too far!"

"Sigh, what can he do when he has such powerful backing? That inner sect elder is protecting him, who can do anything to him?"

"That poor new outer disciple, at the eighth level of Qi Refining, is facing off against someone at the peak of Qi Refining, and he's even carrying a magic weapon... Isn't this just suicide?"

Amidst the discussions, the seventh match of the third round finally arrived.

Fu Shaoping and Li Wuqing stepped onto the arena at the same time.

Li Wuqing stood in the center of the arena, hands behind his back, looking down at Fu Shaoping, and sneered: "Kid, I'll give you a chance. Kneel down and kowtow three times, then admit defeat, and I might show mercy and only cripple one of your arms."

Fu Shaoping looked at him and said calmly, "You talk too much nonsense."

Li Wuqing's expression changed, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent: "You're courting death!"

Without another word, he flashed forward and pounced on Fu Shaoping! Gray mist surged around him, transforming into countless tiny poison needles that rained down on Fu Shaoping!
Poisonous Technique: Thousand Poison Needles!
A gasp of surprise rippled through the audience. If that poisoned needle had hit, even a Foundation Establishment cultivator would have had to struggle, let alone someone at the eighth level of Qi Refining.

Fu Shaoping, however, seemed to have been prepared. He moved lightly with his feet, his figure weaving through the rain of poisoned needles like a fish, and not a single needle could touch him!

"Your movement technique is not bad, but do you think that's all?" Li Wuqing sneered, and suddenly a short, jet-black dagger about a foot long appeared in his hand—the Poison Dragon Dagger!

Low-grade magical artifact, activate it at full power!
A jet-black light shot out from the Poison Dragon Thorn, transforming into a ferocious phantom of a poison dragon, which opened its blood-red maw and lunged at Fu Shaoping!

Poison Dragon Sting - Devour!

The crowd below the stage paled in shock. The power of this attack was approaching that of a full-force strike from an early Foundation Establishment cultivator!
Fu Shaoping remained calm.

He slowly drew the iron sword from his waist—the Judgment.

The sword was plain and unadorned, but at this moment, the contract runes on the hilt suddenly lit up!

A pale golden light spread out from the sword and collided violently with the phantom of the poisonous dragon!

"boom!"

A deafening roar shook the heavens! The illusory venomous dragon was actually shattered by the pale golden light! The golden aftershocks spread out, forcing Li Wuqing back three steps!

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Everyone stared in disbelief at this scene. A Qi Refining Stage 8 cultivator, wielding a seemingly ordinary iron sword, had directly thwarted a full-force attack from a Qi Refining Stage 1 cultivator wielding a low-grade magic weapon?!

Li Wuqing was also stunned, then his face turned ashen: "You! Your sword..."

"The sword is named Judgment," Fu Shaoping said calmly, "It's specifically designed to deal with poisonous creatures like you."

"You're courting death!" Li Wuqing was completely enraged, frantically activating his poison technique. Countless poisonous mists surged from his body, enveloping the entire arena! His figure disappeared into the poisonous mist, leaving only ghostly shadows, waiting for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

Poisonous Technique: Poisonous Mist Illusion!

The crowd below could no longer see what was happening on the stage; they could only vaguely make out two figures flashing and intersecting in the mist, and hear the occasional clang of metal against metal.

Fu Shaoping remained calm amidst the poisonous fog.

His magic-piercing spiritual eyes had already seen through all of Li Wuqing's actions. The poisonous mist was nothing to him.

"Poison technique, using poison gas to corrode the opponent, disrupting their judgment, and then winning with a sneak attack," Fu Shaoping thought to himself. "If it were an ordinary cultivator, they might be caught off guard. Unfortunately..."

He suddenly stopped and stood with his eyes closed.

Li Wuqing was overjoyed at the sight, thinking that Fu Shaoping had been corrupted by the poisonous fog and lost the ability to resist. He suddenly sprang up from behind and thrust the Poison Dragon Thorn straight into Fu Shaoping's heart!
"Go to hell!"

Just as the Poison Dragon Thorn was about to pierce him, Fu Shaoping suddenly opened his eyes!

A pale golden light shot out from his pupils, instantly piercing Li Wuqing's soul!

Contractual Secret Technique: Soul Shock!

Li Wuqing screamed in agony, his movements suddenly freezing!

In that instant, Fu Shaoping turned around and swept his Judgment Sword horizontally!

"clang!"

Poison Dragon Thorn was sent flying by a single sword strike!
Immediately afterwards, the blade of the Judgment Sword gently touched Li Wuqing's brow.

Pale golden contract runes flowed on the tip of the sword; with just a gentle push, Li Wuqing's soul could be completely sealed.

Li Wuqing stood frozen in place, not daring to move, his eyes filled with terror and disbelief.

"you you……"

Fu Shaoping looked at him and said calmly, "You lost."

The poisonous fog slowly dissipated, revealing the scene on the arena.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence once again.

Immediately, a deafening cheer erupted!

"He won! He really won!"

"A Qi Refining Stage 8 defeats a Qi Refining Stage 100! My God!"

"What kind of swordsmanship is that? What kind of martial art is that?"

On the stands, the white-haired old woman suddenly stood up, her eyes flashing with a sharp light.

"A technique for attacking the soul... and those contract runes on the sword... just who is this kid?"

The way she looked at Fu Shaoping was completely different now.

Li Wuqing's face turned deathly pale, and he staggered backward. He knew he had lost, utterly and completely.

But he was not willing to give up!
"You just wait!" he gritted his teeth. "I, Li Wuqing, will never forget this humiliation! With that elder here, you can forget about ever having a foothold in the inner sect!"

Fu Shaoping sheathed his sword, his expression remaining calm.

"I'm ready to serve you anytime."

He turned around and walked off the ring.

Behind him, a sea of ​​amazement and awe filled the air.

Above the training ground, sunlight pierced through the clouds and fell upon him, as if gilding him with a golden edge.

Fu Shaoping looked up towards the inner gate, a faint smile appearing on his lips. (End of Chapter)