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

Fu Fu lowered his voice: "Young Master, today is your coming-of-age ceremony, so please be very careful! I heard that Young Master Fu Shaoying from the third branch has said he will 'take good care' of you in the competition. And Young Master Fu Shaojie from the first branch is said to be at the eighth level of Qi Refining, and he is expected to break through to the ninth level this year. They are all eyeing the ancestral land's quota!"

Fu Shaoping smiled slightly: "Thank you for the reminder, Uncle Fu. I will be careful."

Fu Fu looked at him, hesitated, and finally sighed. He took out a tattered cloth bag from his pocket and stuffed it into his hand: "Young Master, this is some spirit stones I've saved. It's not much, but please keep it. In case... in case something happens, you can buy some pills to save your life."

Fu Shaoping looked down at the cloth bag, his gaze shifting slightly.

Inside the bag were only a few low-grade spirit stones, worn very badly, clearly the savings Fu Fu had accumulated over a long period of time.

He looked up at Fu Fu's round face, which was full of worry, and said solemnly, "Uncle Fu, I will remember this kindness."

Fu Fu waved his hands repeatedly: "Young Master, please don't say that. If it weren't for your mother back then, I would have lost my life long ago... Alright, alright, let's not talk about this anymore. You should go quickly and not be late."

Fu Shaoping nodded, put the cloth bag into his pocket, and strode towards the Fu family's martial arts training ground.

Behind him, Fu Fu watched his retreating figure and murmured, "Young Master... seems to have changed."

……

The martial arts training ground at the Fu residence was now packed with people.

The coming-of-age ceremony is one of the most important ceremonies in the Fu family, and all the children who have turned sixteen must participate. In addition to the younger generation who are participating in the competition, there are also elders from each branch of the family, members of collateral branches, and even guests from other families in Qingyang City.

In the center of the training ground, a high platform was erected. On the platform, Fu Qingshan sat in the center, with the elders of each branch of the family on either side.

Below the stage, the young men participating in the competition were divided into several groups and gathered together.

Fu Shaoping's appearance immediately attracted a lot of attention.

"Look, that illegitimate son is here!"

"Qi Refining Level 1? No, why can't I sense his cultivation level?"

"I heard he's always been a good-for-nothing. What kind of cultivation could he possibly have? He probably hasn't even reached the first level of Qi Refining, which is why I can't sense him."

"A piece of trash like you comes to a coming-of-age ceremony? Aren't you afraid of making a fool of yourself?"

Amidst the whispers, Fu Shaoping, his expression calm, walked to an inconspicuous corner and stood with his hands behind his back.

"Oh, so the good-for-nothing's here?"

A sarcastic voice rang out.

Fu Shaoping turned his head and saw Fu Shaoying walking over with two followers, swaggering over.

Fu Shaoying looked him up and down, then suddenly frowned: "Why can't I sense your cultivation level?"

Fu Shaoping said calmly, "With such low cultivation, of course you can't sense it."

Fu Shaoying was taken aback, then burst into laughter: "That's right, what kind of cultivation could a piece of trash like you have? But it doesn't matter, in the competition later, I'll let you feel what real strength is!"

He leaned closer to Fu Shaoping and lowered his voice: "Remember, the Purple Leaf Orchid you owed me that day, you will repay with your blood today."

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

"Fu Shaoying, do you know where your younger brother Li Wuqing is right now?"

Fu Shaoying was taken aback: "What younger brother? What Li Wuqing?"

Fu Shaoping shook his head: "It's nothing. I just remembered an old friend."

Fu Shaoying was annoyed by his nonsensical words and snorted coldly, "Playing tricks! You'll see later!"

Having said that, he left with his followers.

Fu Shaoping watched his retreating figure, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

Li Wuqing is probably still healing his wounds somewhere. That sword strike should have taught him what it means to be "outstanding."

Unfortunately, Fu Shaoying was not Li Wuqing. His hatred for Fu Shaoping was nothing more than the rage of a spoiled brat who had been humiliated. Such people are the easiest to deal with.

……

At the exact hour of Chen (7-9 AM), the coming-of-age ceremony officially began.

Fu Qingshan stood up and gave a speech of encouragement, nothing more than the usual platitudes about "the younger generation striving for excellence" and "bringing glory to the family." Then, he announced the competition rules:
Thirty-seven disciples participated in the competition. Opponents were determined by drawing lots, and they fought in pairs. The winners advanced. The top three were finally selected to enter the ancestral land to receive the inheritance from their ancestors.

During the competition, magical artifacts, elixirs, and talismans may be used, but intentional killing is strictly prohibited. Violators will be disqualified and expelled from the family.

The draw began quickly.

Fu Shaoping drew number seventeen, and his opponent was Fu Shaoyun from the third branch of the family, who was at the sixth level of Qi Refining.

When the results were announced, Fu Shaoying couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Haha, Fu Shaoyun, that brute? That good-for-nothing is in big trouble now!"

Fu Shaoyun was a notorious "ruthless person" in the third branch of the family. Although he was only at the sixth level of Qi Refining, he cultivated a body-refining technique, making him tough, strong, and fearless in fights. Even ordinary people at the seventh level of Qi Refining were unwilling to provoke him.

The way everyone looked at Fu Shaoping was filled with either sympathy or schadenfreude.

Fu Shaoping remained calm, as if he hadn't heard the surrounding chatter.

The competition begins.

The previous matches were mostly contests between disciples at the sixth or seventh level of Qi Refining, with wins and losses, some exciting and some mediocre. Fu Shaoping stood below the stage, silently observing the fighting style and characteristics of each person's techniques.

Finally, it was his and Fu Shaoyun's turn.

Fu Shaoping walked onto the high platform.

Across from him, Fu Shaoyun strode up. He was eight feet tall, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, and each step he took made the platform tremble slightly. He grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth: "Kid, I advise you to admit defeat. Otherwise, when fists and feet fly, they have no eyes and they might hurt you, don't blame me for not warning you."

Fu Shaoping looked at him and said calmly, "Make your move."

Fu Shaoyun was taken aback, then grinned maliciously: "Fine! You've got guts! Then don't blame me!"

He roared, his muscles bulged, and he punched Fu Shaoping's face!

This punch was powerful and heavy, creating a whistling sound, enough to split stone tablets and shatter rocks!
Below the stage, Fu Shaoying was grinning from ear to ear: "Kill him! Kill that good-for-nothing!"

However, the next moment, his smile froze on his face.

Fu Shaoping shifted his body slightly to the side, and the powerful punch grazed past his cheek without even touching a hair.

Fu Shaoyun was stunned for a moment, then threw another punch!
Fu Shaoping dodged again by sidestepping.

The third punch, the fourth punch, the fifth punch...

Fu Shaoyun, like a mad bull, unleashed punch after punch, yet he could never even touch Fu Shaoping's clothes. Fu Shaoping's figure was like a willow catkin in the wind, always managing to dodge the punches at the perfect moment.

"You! If you've got the guts, don't hide!" Fu Shaoyun roared, panting heavily.

Fu Shaoping stopped and looked at him: "Okay, I won't dodge."

Fu Shaoyun was overjoyed and gathered all his strength to unleash a punch!
This punch was his strongest strike!
Fu Shaoping raised his hand and gently slapped his fist.

"boom!"

A muffled thud.

Fu Shaoyun's massive body was struck as if by a giant hammer, sending him flying backward and crashing heavily onto the edge of the platform!
He struggled to get up, but found that his entire arm was sore, numb, and weak, and the spiritual energy in his dantian seemed to be sealed by some force, making it impossible to circulate.

"What...what did you do to me?" Fu Shaoyun looked at Fu Shaoping in horror.

Fu Shaoping did not answer, but looked at the referee on the platform.

The referee was stunned for a moment before reacting and loudly announcing, "Number 17, Fu Shaoping, wins!"

The entire room fell silent.

Fu Shaoying's mouth dropped open, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Fu Shaoyun is a body-refining cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining; the force of his punch is enough to contend with a seventh-level Qi Refining cultivator! How could that good-for-nothing illegitimate son possibly send him flying with a single palm strike?!
On the high platform, a strange light flashed in Fu Qingshan's eyes.

Sitting next to him, the Second Elder, Fu Qingfeng, stroked his beard and said in a low voice, "Patriarch, this boy... is not simple. That palm strike just now seemed light and airy, but it contained some kind of special force that could instantly seal the opponent's spiritual energy circulation. I have never seen this technique before." Fu Qingshan nodded slightly and did not speak.

Below the stage, Fu Shaoping had already stepped down from the platform and returned to that inconspicuous corner.

The way people were looking at them was completely different now.

What was originally dismissive and mocking has turned into surprise, fear, and even a hidden sense of awe.

After the first round, half of the thirty-seven people were eliminated, leaving nineteen people.

In the second round of the draw, Fu Shaoping's opponent was another legitimate son of the third wife—Fu Shaojie.

Qi Refining Level 8.

When the results were announced, a malicious gleam flashed in Fu Shaoying's eyes: "Fu Shaojie is one of the strongest among our generation. That good-for-nothing is doomed this time!"

Fu Shaojie, seventeen years old, is at the eighth level of Qi Refining. He is the genius of the third branch of the family and is said to have already touched the threshold of the ninth level of Qi Refining. He cultivates the family's "Qingyang Technique" and is skilled in swordsmanship. His attacks are fierce and he has never been defeated.

At this moment, Fu Shaojie stood in the crowd, his gaze passing over everyone and landing on Fu Shaoping.

There was no contempt in that gaze, only solemnity.

"In the first round, he defeated Fu Shaoyun with a single palm strike, without even using any spiritual power." Fu Shaojie pondered to himself, "This person... is definitely not simple."

The second round of competition began soon.

Fu Shaojie walked up to the high platform, holding a cyan longsword in his hand—the "Azure Edge Sword," a low-grade magic weapon bestowed upon him by his family after he achieved Foundation Establishment.

Fu Shaoping walked slowly onto the stage, still empty-handed.

The two stood facing each other.

Fu Shaojie looked at him and said in a deep voice, "Fu Shaoping, I admit that I misjudged you before. Your ability to defeat Fu Shaoyun shows that you have real skills. But in this match, I will go all out. If you can withstand three of my sword strikes, I will admit defeat."

Fu Shaoping said calmly, "Draw your sword."

Fu Shaojie took a deep breath and thrust out his sword!
The Qingfeng Sword transformed into a streak of azure light, aiming straight for Fu Shaoping's throat!
This sword strike was as fast as lightning and incomparably fierce!
The audience gasped in surprise!

Fu Shaoping remained motionless.

Just as the sword tip was about to pierce him, he raised his right hand and gently pinched it between his index and middle fingers!
The tip of the sword was firmly held between his two fingers!
Fu Shaojie's expression changed drastically. He frantically channeled his spiritual power, trying to pull back the longsword. But the sword tip seemed to be clamped by iron clamps, remaining completely still!

"The second sword," Fu Shaoping said calmly.

He loosened his grip on both fingers, and Fu Shaojie staggered backward.

Fu Shaojie gritted his teeth and drew his sword again!

This time, he used all his spiritual power! The azure light on the Azure Edge Sword surged, transforming into a sword beam over ten feet long, sweeping across Fu Shaoping!
The air hissed wherever the sword's edge passed!

Fu Shaoping still did not dodge.

He raised his hand and struck the sword's edge with his palm.

"boom!"

The sword light exploded, and Fu Shaojie, along with his sword, flew backward and crashed heavily onto the high platform!

He struggled to get up, only to find that the Qingfeng sword in his hand had been broken in two!
“You…you…” Fu Shaojie stared wide-eyed, his face full of disbelief.

Fu Shaoping looked at him and said calmly, "Do you still want to take the third sword strike?"

Fu Shaojie's face turned pale. After a long silence, he finally lowered his head and said, "I... admit defeat."

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence once again.

Fu Shaoying was completely stunned.

Fu Shaojie, who was at the eighth level of Qi Refining, couldn't even last three moves.
Just what kind of monster is that good-for-nothing illegitimate son?!
On the high platform, Fu Qingshan suddenly stood up, his eyes flashing with a sharp light!

"This child... is truly remarkable!"

Second Elder Fu Qingfeng was so excited that he trembled all over: "Patriarch! This child must be nurtured! He must be allowed to enter the ancestral land! No, even if he doesn't enter the ancestral land, he must become a core disciple of my Fu family!"

Fu Qingshan slowly sat down, looking thoughtfully at Fu Shaoping below the stage.

……

The second round has ended, with ten people remaining.

In the third round, Fu Shaoping's opponent was Fu Shaohua from the eldest branch of the family—another genius at the eighth level of Qi Refining.

Having witnessed Fu Shaoping's two battles firsthand, Fu Shaohua was already terrified. Upon stepping onto the stage, he didn't even draw his sword and immediately admitted defeat.

Fu Shaoping advanced to the top five.

In the fourth round, he drew a bye.

The fifth round, the final.

His opponent was the biggest favorite for this coming-of-age ceremony—Fu Shaoyun, the eldest son of the first wife (a different person with the same name as the first wife), who was at the ninth level of Qi Refining!

Fu Shaoyun, aged eighteen, is at the ninth level of Qi Refining and is hailed as a genius that the Fu family has only seen once in a century. He cultivates the advanced version of the family's secret technique, the Qingyang Technique, called the Great Sun Qingyang Technique, and is said to have already touched the threshold of Foundation Establishment.

He walked up to the platform, looked at Fu Shaoping, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.

"Fu Shaoping, you are strong," he said in a deep voice, "but I am stronger than you!"

He drew the long sword from his waist—a top-grade magic weapon, the "Blazing Sun Sword," which was personally bestowed upon him by Fu Qingshan!
The sword was fiery red, radiating a scorching aura!
Fu Shaoping looked at him, his expression remaining calm.

"Make your move."

Fu Shaoyun shouted and slashed out with his sword!
The crimson sword light on the Blazing Sun Sword surged, transforming into a ten-foot-long fiery sword aura that swept across!

This sword strike was far more powerful than Fu Shaojie's full-force attack!
The crowd below the stage all paled in shock!
Fu Shaoping finally made a move.

He raised his hand, and a blue contract rune appeared in his palm—the Blue Stone Contract Seal!
The runes swelled in the wind, instantly transforming into a cyan light screen that blocked the fiery sword energy!
"boom!"

The fiery sword energy collided with the azure light barrier, unleashing a deafening roar! The scorching shockwave swept outwards, even ripping off the railings at the edge of the platform!

The light curtain trembled violently, but ultimately did not shatter.

Fu Shaoyun's expression changed drastically, and he struck again with his sword!
The second sword, the third sword, the fourth sword...

He unleashed nine sword strikes in one breath, each one stronger than the last! Nine fiery sword energies slammed into the azure light barrier in succession!

The light curtain trembled more and more violently, and fine cracks began to appear on its surface!

But in the end, it didn't break.

Fu Shaoyun gasped for breath, staring at the still-standing light screen, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"This...this is impossible..."

Fu Shaoping looked at him and said calmly, "Do you still have the strength to unleash the tenth sword strike?"

Fu Shaoyun's face was deathly pale, and his hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

He truly had no strength left.

Nine sword strikes were the strongest attack he could unleash. After those nine strikes, the spiritual energy in his dantian was almost completely depleted.

Fu Shaoping raised his hand, and the blue light curtain formed by the blue stone seal slowly dissipated.

He looked at Fu Shaoyun and suddenly smiled.

"You are indeed very strong. Given time, reaching the Foundation Establishment stage will not be a problem."

He turned around and walked down from the platform.

Behind him, Fu Shaoyun stared blankly at his retreating figure, remaining motionless for a long time. (End of Chapter)