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

Fu Shaoping shook his head: "That jade slip is a record from ten thousand years ago. Ten thousand years have passed, and even if the remnant soul of the Pill Demon is still there, it is extremely weak. Besides, I have my own way of preserving my life."

Zhou Yuanqing wanted to persuade him again, but seeing Fu Shaoping's calm expression and firm gaze, he knew he couldn't change his mind.

He sighed, took out a jade talisman from his robes, and handed it to Fu Shaoping: "Uncle-Master Fu, this is a 'Void Escape Talisman.' Activate it immediately if you encounter danger, and it will instantly teleport you out of the secret realm. You... please take care!"

Fu Shaoping accepted it and nodded: "Thank you, Senior Brother Zhou. Take care, and don't wait for me after we leave the secret realm."

After saying that, he flashed away and headed towards the Dan Shen Palace.

……

An hour later, Fu Shaoping stood in front of the Dan Shen Palace.

This white jade palace is even more magnificent than it appears from afar. The palace gate is ten zhang high, carved entirely from a single piece of white jade, and covered with intricate arrays and contract runes. Even after ten thousand years, those runes still glow faintly.

Fu Shaoping raised his hand and gently touched the palace door.

A cold, sinister thought instantly entered his mind!
"The...younger generation...finally...someone...has come..."

The voice was old and weak, yet it contained endless resentment and madness.

Fu Shaoping remained expressionless and said calmly, "The Pill Demon?"

"Hehehe... It is... myself..." the voice laughed wildly, "Ten thousand years... I... was sealed here by that old thing... for ten thousand years... finally... I have waited... for a... living person..."

Fu Shaoping remained calm: "What do you want?"

"Open...the seal...let me out..." The Pill Demon's voice was filled with longing, "I...can...give you...the supreme...inheritance of the Dao of Alchemy...to make you...a...god of alchemy..."

Fu Shaoping was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

"Danmo, do you know why I came?"

Danmo was taken aback: "Why?"

Fu Shaoping raised his hand, and a pale golden contract rune appeared in his palm.

“Because I sensed the aura of ‘contract’ on you,” he said calmly. “You were sealed here because of the power of the contract. And that contract is of the same origin as the path I cultivate.”

Danmo remained silent.

Fu Shaoping continued, "What you just said might fool others. But fooling me? Not enough."

He stared at the palace gate, his gaze seemingly piercing through the white jade, seeing the sealed remnant soul: "You don't want to give me the inheritance at all. You want to lure me to break the seal, then possess me, and be reborn in my body."

Danmo's will fluctuated violently, and after a moment, he let out an even more maniacal laugh:
"Hehehe! Good! Good! What a clever junior! I underestimated you!"

"Since you've seen through me, I won't pretend anymore!" Danmo's voice suddenly turned sinister. "Junior, since you've delivered yourself to my doorstep, don't even think about leaving! I've been trapped for ten thousand years and am in dire need of a suitable body! Your body is mine!"

Before the words were even finished, the contract runes on the palace gate suddenly burst forth with blinding blood light!
A massive, evil, and insane thought, like a flood bursting its banks, surged toward Fu Shaoping!

That was the remnant soul of the Dan Demon, using its last bit of strength to launch a possession attack!

If Zhou Yuanqing were here, he would probably be overwhelmed by this thought in an instant.

But Fu Shaoping remained calm.

He closed his eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, they were filled with a deep, weathered look, as if they had witnessed countless years of vicissitudes.

An aura, more ancient, more vast, and more majestic than the will of the Demonic Pill, rose from his body!

That was the aura of the Book of a Hundred Generations.

It is the aura of someone who has experienced countless reincarnations and witnessed the vicissitudes of life.

The moment Danmo's intent to possess the body touched this aura, it was as if it had hit an invisible wall and collapsed instantly!

"What...what is this?!" Danmo's terrified voice rang out, "You...you're not an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator! Who are you?!"

Fu Shaoping looked at him, his gaze calm as still water.

"My name is Fu Shaoping," he said calmly, "someone who wants to inherit your Daoist alchemy."

Danmo remained silent.

After a long silence, his voice rang out again. This time, there was no madness, only deep fear and... awe.

"You... carry... the aura of reincarnation... you... have experienced... countless lifetimes..."

Fu Shaoping did not deny it.

Danmo fell silent again.

After a long while, he let out a long sigh.

"So be it...so be it...I...have lost..."

"You want the inheritance of alchemy... fine... I'll give it to you..." His voice grew weak and aged, "but I... have one condition..."

"explain."

"You...killed...that person for me..."

"Who?"

"The Pill God... that old thing... who sealed me here..." The Pill Demon's voice was filled with resentment, "He... also left behind... a remnant soul... somewhere... in this secret realm... If you... find him... kill him for me..."

Fu Shaoping said calmly, "If he is truly as you say, a person who deserves to die, then I will take action."

Danmo was silent for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter: "Good! Good! I... believe you..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the blood-red light on the palace gate suddenly disappeared.

A deep purple light flew out from the palace gate and entered Fu Shaoping's brow.

That was the entire legacy of the Pill Demon's alchemy—the formulas, techniques, insights, and even his bizarre ability to infuse pills with poison—all flooding into Fu Shaoping's consciousness.

Fu Shaoping closed his eyes and silently processed the information.

He opened his eyes after an unknown amount of time.

The runes on the palace gates had completely faded. The aura of the Demonic Pill had also vanished without a trace.

The remnant soul, having exhausted its last strength, handed over its inheritance and completely dissipated into the world.

Fu Shaoping stood in front of the palace gate, silent for a long time.

Then he turned and walked in another direction.

There, lies the remnant soul of the God of Elixir.

He wanted to meet the supreme alchemist from ten thousand years ago.

Beside the cliff behind the Dan Shen Temple, there is an inconspicuous thatched hut.

Compared to the magnificent white jade palace ahead, this thatched hut was so simple it was almost shabby. The small courtyard was enclosed by a bamboo fence, with a few withered herbs, a stone table, and two stone stools. If Fu Shaoping hadn't sensed a faint array fluctuation here with his Breaking-the-Law Spiritual Eye, he would have almost missed it.

"The Pill God... lives here?" A strange feeling arose in Fu Shaoping's heart.

He pushed open the half-closed bamboo door and walked into the courtyard.

The door to the hut suddenly opened by itself, and an old voice came from inside: "Come in, young man."

Fu Shaoping stepped into the thatched hut.

The room was simply furnished: a wooden couch, a futon, and a few medicine baskets. On the futon sat an old man with white hair and beard, his appearance withered and gaunt—no, not a real person, but a semi-transparent phantom. A remnant soul.

But unlike the mad and venomous aura of Danmo, this remnant soul exuded peace, tranquility, and even a faint medicinal fragrance.

"You've come." The old man opened his eyes, his gaze falling on Fu Shaoping, and smiled slightly. "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Fu Shaoping bowed and asked, "Senior knew I was coming?"

The old man nodded, then shook his head: "I don't know, but I've been waiting. Over the past ten thousand years, many people have entered the secret realm, but you are the first to have made it this far and meet me."

He gestured for Fu Shaoping to sit down opposite him and continued, "I sensed the fluctuations coming from the Pill God Temple just now. That old fellow... is finally free."

Fu Shaoping was silent for a moment, then said, "He asked me to kill you for him."

The old man smiled, a smile devoid of anger, only one of relief: "He has hated me for ten thousand years, and he should have hated me enough. Young man, are you going to make a move?"

Fu Shaoping shook his head: "I came only to seek the inheritance of alchemy, not to kill. Besides... the grudge between you and the Pill Demon has nothing to do with me."

A hint of approval flashed in the old man's eyes: "What a fine 'it's none of my business' statement. Not harboring any murderous thoughts, not being swayed by biased opinions—this kind of character is rare."

He paused, his gaze lingering intently on Fu Shaoping: "Young man, you possess the aura of reincarnation. You... are not from this world, are you?"

Fu Shaoping felt a chill run down his spine, but his face remained calm: "Senior has keen insight."

The old man waved his hand: "No need to be nervous. The way of reincarnation is extremely mysterious. I have lived for nearly 20,000 years and have only seen it twice. The fact that you can experience reincarnation without losing your true self shows that your Dao heart is far more steadfast than that of ordinary people."

He stretched out his hand, and a soft white light appeared in his palm: "The Pill Demon gave you his inheritance, which is to cultivate through poison, and is unorthodox and strange. My inheritance is moderate and peaceful, and emphasizes the harmony of Yin and Yang and the balance of the Five Elements. The two are two sides of the same coin, complementing each other. Today, I will pass on all my knowledge to you."

The white light slowly drifted towards Fu Shaoping and entered his brow.

In an instant, countless pieces of information flooded into his mind—

The formulas, medicinal properties, control of heat, and methods of alchemy furnace refining... are far more extensive, systematic, and profound than the legacy of the Alchemy Demon. However, unlike the "strange and bizarre" nature of the Alchemy Demon's legacy, the core of this legacy lies in the word "balance."

"Alchemy is like life; the key lies in moderation." The old man's voice echoed in his mind. "Sticking to one extreme will inevitably lead you astray. Only by harmonizing Yin and Yang and balancing the Five Elements can you refine truly superior elixirs and go further in life."

Fu Shaoping closed his eyes to process the information, and only opened them after a long while.

The old man looked at him with great satisfaction in his eyes: "You have extremely high comprehension. Given time, you will surely become a grandmaster of alchemy."

Fu Shaoping bowed respectfully: "Thank you for your kindness, senior."

The old man waved his hand, looked out the window into the distance, his gaze distant: "Ten thousand years ago, that old fellow and I were fellow disciples, cultivating the Dao of Alchemy together. He was extremely talented, but his mind was obsessive, pursuing the path of poison, and eventually fell into the demonic path, slaughtering his fellow disciples. I had no choice but to use myself as the core of the array to seal him here. Now that he is free, it is time for me to go."

His figure began to slowly become transparent.

"Young man, now that you have received our teachings, you are the successor of our alchemy lineage. If the opportunity arises in the future, you may find a quiet place to establish your own school and pass on the art of alchemy..."

The sound grew weaker and weaker, and finally, the old man's remnant soul turned into specks of light and dissipated in the thatched hut.

Fu Shaoping stood calmly for a long time, then bowed deeply in the direction where the old man had disappeared.

……

After leaving the thatched hut, Fu Shaoping did not rush to leave the secret realm.

He spent several more days wandering around the Pill God Temple, collecting all the scattered relics left behind by the Pill Demon and the Pill God—a few broken jade slips, a few ancient pill furnaces, and a few long-extinct spiritual herb seeds.

On the tenth day, the time for the secret realm to open arrived.

A portal of light appeared before him.

Fu Shaoping took one last look at this desolate and mysterious land before turning and stepping into the portal.

……

From the outside, Danxia Peak.

Zhou Yuanqing had been waiting anxiously at the entrance of the secret realm for ten days. Seeing Fu Shaoping return safely, he was overjoyed and rushed forward to grab Fu Shaoping's arm: "Uncle-Master Fu! You've finally come out! I thought you..."

Fu Shaoping smiled slightly: "I'm sorry to have worried Senior Brother Zhou."

Zhou Yuanqing waved his hands repeatedly: "Don't worry, don't worry! It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back!"

He looked Fu Shaoping up and down, then suddenly lowered his voice: "Uncle-Master Fu, you went into the Pill God Palace?"

Fu Shaoping nodded.

Zhou Yuanqing's eyes widened: "They really went in? What's inside? Did they encounter any danger? That remnant soul of the Pill Demon..."

Fu Shaoping raised his hand to stop his barrage of questions and said calmly, "This is a long story, I will tell you slowly later. Senior Brother Zhou, you should go back first, I need to go into seclusion for a while to digest what I have learned from this trip."

Zhou Yuanqing nodded repeatedly: "Of course, of course! Uncle Fu, you should continue your seclusion. If you need anything, feel free to contact me!"

Fu Shaoping returned to his courtyard on Qingzhu Peak, set up a protective barrier, and began his seclusion.

This retreat lasted for a full year.

He thoroughly integrated the teachings of the Pill Demon and the Pill God, verifying them with his own alchemy insights, and his alchemy skills advanced by leaps and bounds.

At the same time, he also planted the medicinal herb seeds he brought from the secret realm in the bamboo forest outside the courtyard. Nourished by the power of the contract, these long-extinct medicinal herbs took root and sprouted on Green Bamboo Peak, regaining their vitality.

A year later, Fu Shaoping emerged from seclusion.

His cultivation level steadily improved from the early Foundation Establishment stage to the mid-Foundation Establishment stage. His alchemy skills reached an unprecedented level—he was now confident that he could refine high-grade pills, and even touched the threshold of top-grade pills.

On this day, he was checking the growth of the medicinal herbs in the courtyard when he suddenly heard a series of hurried footsteps outside.

The visitor turned out to be Zhou Yuanqing.

His face was pale, and his eyes were filled with panic: "Uncle-Master Fu! Something terrible has happened!"

Fu Shaoping frowned slightly: "What is it?"

Zhou Yuanqing, panting heavily, spoke rapidly: "People from Poison Dragon Valley have arrived! After that Poison Pill Master returned, somehow he claimed that you obtained the Pill God's inheritance in the Pill Mystic Realm! Now, the Valley Master of Poison Dragon Valley—that Poison Dragon True Man at the mid-Golden Core stage—has personally led a group to the sect to demand your return! They say you must hand over the Pill God's inheritance, otherwise..."

Fu Shaoping's gaze turned cold: "Otherwise, what?"

Zhou Yuanqing gritted his teeth: "Otherwise, we'll have to go to war with our sect!"

Fu Shaoping was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

"Poison Dragon Valley... Poison Pill..." he said calmly, "I haven't even gone to settle accounts with them yet, but they've already delivered themselves to my doorstep."

Zhou Yuanqing said urgently, "Uncle-Master Fu, now is not the time to laugh! The sect's higher-ups are discussing countermeasures. That Poison Dragon True Man is at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, while our sect's leader is only at the late-stage of the Golden Core realm. If a real fight breaks out..."

Fu Shaoping raised his hand to stop him, his gaze calm as still water.

"Senior Brother Zhou, take me to see them."

Zhou Yuanqing was stunned: "You...you're going? That's an old monster in the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm!"

Fu Shaoping did not answer, but simply stood up and walked out of the courtyard.

His steps were calm and firm.

A faint golden light flickered in his eyes.

Through countless reincarnations, he had seen far too many powerful figures at the Golden Core, Nascent Soul, and even Deity Transformation stages. In his eyes, a mere Poison Dragon True Man at the mid-Golden Core stage was nothing more than a clown.

The inheritance of the Alchemy God?

Let them see for themselves who has actually inherited the Pill God's legacy.

...(End of this chapter)