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

Fu Shaoping won the first round.

In the second round, his opponent was Li Han, who was in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, and he won in thirty moves.

In the third round, his opponent was Zhang Kuang, who had reached the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, and he won in fifty moves.

In the fourth round, his opponent was also a Foundation Establishment Grand Perfection cultivator, Zhao Wuji, ranked third among the outer disciples of the Qingyun Sect. He narrowly won after a hundred moves.

Fu Shaoping fought his way through the competition and made it into the top ten.

Final ranking: sixth.

When the results were announced, the entire stadium erupted in thunderous cheers!
A new disciple who had only been in the sect for three months fought his way up from the early Foundation Establishment stage to the mid Foundation Establishment stage, ultimately securing sixth place! This is extremely rare in the history of the outer sect competition!
Fu Shaoping walked off the stage with a calm expression.

Fu Shaoyun rushed up and hugged him tightly: "Senior Brother Fu! You're amazing! Sixth place! Sixth place!"

Fu Shaoping patted him on the shoulder without saying a word.

His gaze passed over the crowd and landed on the white-haired old woman.

The old woman was looking at him and nodded slightly.

……

After the competition ended, Fu Shaoping was summoned to a side hall.

Inside the hall sat the white-haired old woman.

"Sit down," the old woman said, pointing to the prayer mat opposite her.

Fu Shaoping sat down and cupped his hands, saying, "Greetings, Elder."

The old woman looked at him with deep eyes.

"Your name is Fu Shaoping?"

"Yes."

"A illegitimate son of the Fu family in Qingyang City, seventeen years old, entered the sect three months ago, mid-Foundation Establishment stage, sixth place in the outer sect competition," the old woman said slowly. "I know all your details."

Fu Shaoping's expression remained unchanged, and he did not speak.

The old woman continued, "But your true strength is not limited to this."

Fu Shaoping looked at her.

The old woman said, "You could have won your battle with Zhao Wuji much more easily. But you deliberately dragged it out until after a hundred moves to hide your strength. In your battle with Wang Lie, your last sword strike could have killed him directly, but you only tore his clothes. Your swordsmanship has the style of a master, unlike a disciple who has only been learning the Qingyun Sword Technique for three months."

Fu Shaoping was silent for a moment, then said, "Elder, you have keen insight."

The old woman smiled: "Don't be nervous. Everyone has their own secrets. I won't ask about yours, I'll only ask one question: Would you like to become my disciple?"

Fu Shaoping looked at her calmly.

"Why did the elder want to take me as his disciple?"

The old woman said, "Because I can see that you are a person with a story. People with stories often go further than those geniuses who have a smooth life. I am getting old and need a disciple who can inherit my mantle."

Fu Shaoping remained silent.

After a long silence, he rose and bowed solemnly:
"Disciple Fu Shaoping greets Master."

The old woman smiled, her smile filled with contentment.

"Good! Good! From this day forward, you will be my personal disciple, Master Yuehua!"

Master Yuehua, one of the seven Nascent Soul elders of the Qingyun Sect, is in the mid-Nascent Soul stage and is renowned for his swordsmanship and formations.

Fu Shaoping became her personal disciple.

……

It was late at night when we left the side hall.

Fu Shaoping stood outside the hall, looking up at the starry sky.

The name "Moonflower Immortal" reminded him of the Moonflower Fairy on the third page.

Is it a coincidence?

still is……

"Fu Shaoping."

A clear, cold female voice sounded behind him.

Fu Shaoping turned around and saw a white-clad figure emerge from the shadows—it was Yuehua, the inner disciple who had once given him the jade slip.

"Senior Sister Yuehua." He cupped his hands in greeting.

Yuehua looked at him with a complicated expression.

"Congratulations on becoming Master's personal disciple."

Fu Shaoping was taken aback: "Master?"

Yuehua nodded: "Master Yuehua is my master. I am her eldest disciple. From now on, you will be my junior brother."

Fu Shaoping was silent for a moment, then said, "Thank you, Senior Sister."

Yuehua shook her head, took out a jade slip from her bosom, and handed it to him.

"This is what my master asked me to give you. It contains her cultivation techniques and insights. Go back and study it carefully. There will be a secret realm trial in three months, so you need to be prepared."

Fu Shaoping took the jade slip and put it into his pocket.

Yuehua looked at him, hesitant to speak.

"Is there anything else, Senior Sister?" Fu Shaoping asked.

After hesitating for a moment, Yuehua finally spoke:
"Fu Shaoping, do you... know someone named 'Ye'?"

Fu Shaoping's heart stirred, but his face remained calm.

"I don't know her. Why do you ask that, senior sister?"

Yuehua shook her head: "It's nothing. I just feel that you have a... familiar aura about you."

She turned and disappeared into the night.

Fu Shaoping stood there, watching her back, without moving for a long time.

leaf……

Who exactly is that person?

Why is his presence felt on every page?

He took a deep breath, turned around, and walked towards his small courtyard.

The night was deep, and the starlight was dim.

The fourth page of the book of a hundred generations is still being written.

And he has taken another step closer to the truth.

After becoming a disciple of Master Yuehua, Fu Shaoping's life underwent a dramatic change.

First, there was the matter of his residence. He moved from the secluded courtyard of the outer sect to "Moonflower Peak" of the inner sect—an independent mountain peak with spiritual energy so rich it was almost tangible, covered with exotic flowers and rare herbs, and also had a small spiritual spring for cultivation.

Secondly, there are resources. As the personal disciple of a Nascent Soul Elder, his monthly spirit stone allowance increased from two thousand to twenty thousand, and he had an unlimited supply of pills, magical artifacts, and cultivation manuals. True Person Yuehua also bestowed upon him a top-grade magical artifact, the "Yuehua Sword," which is said to be a relic left behind by an ancient sword cultivator, possessing astonishing power.

Finally, there's status. Inner disciples are already the backbone of the Qingyun Sect. Personal disciples, on the other hand, are second only to true disciples and are respected wherever they go.

But Fu Shaoping was not blinded by these thoughts.

He knew that behind all of this lay responsibility, expectations, and... a test.

On this day, he was cultivating on Moonflower Peak when he suddenly heard a clear, cold female voice:

"Junior brother, Master wants you to go there."

Fu Shaoping opened his eyes and saw Yuehua standing not far away.

This senior sister had always been lukewarm towards him ever since he entered the sect. She was neither close nor distant, maintaining just the right distance. But Fu Shaoping could sense that there was always a hint of scrutiny in her gaze.

"Thank you, Senior Sister." He stood up and followed her to Master Yuehua's cave.

...Inside the cave, True Person Yuehua sat cross-legged, with an ancient jade slip in front of him.

"Sit down." She gestured to the futon opposite her.

Fu Shaoping sat down.

Master Yuehua looked at him with profound eyes.

"Shaoping, you've been a student for three months now. I've seen your performance over these three months," she said slowly. "Diligent, composed, and humble—very good."

Fu Shaoping cupped his hands in greeting: "Master, you flatter me."

Master Yuehua shook his head and continued, "But on the path of cultivation, diligence alone is not enough. One also needs experience, opportunities, and the tempering of one's Dao heart in the face of life and death."

She picked up the jade slip from in front of her and handed it to Fu Shaoping.

"This is the entrance token for the 'Netherworld Secret Realm.' The secret realm will open in three months. At that time, Foundation Establishment disciples from major sects in the Eastern Region will enter to compete for opportunities. With this token, you can represent the Qingyun Sect in the competition."

Fu Shaoping took the jade slip and probed it with his divine sense.

The Netherworld Secret Realm is said to be a blessed land left behind by a powerful being from ancient times. It is filled with spiritual herbs and countless treasures, but also fraught with danger. The secret realm opens once every hundred years, allowing only Foundation Establishment stage cultivators to enter. Each time it opens, many cultivators perish within, but those who emerge alive invariably obtain immense opportunities.

"Rest assured, Master, I will do my utmost," Fu Shaoping said solemnly.

Master Yuehua nodded and said, "You need to be extra careful on this trip to the secret realm. There is constant open and covert struggle between the major sects in the Eastern Region. In particular, the Blood Fiend Sect has a long-standing grudge against my Azure Cloud Sect. Their people may try to harm you in the secret realm."

She paused, then took out a jade pendant from her bosom and handed it to Fu Shaoping.

"This is the 'Heart-Protecting Jade' that I refined. It can block an attack from an early-stage Golden Core cultivator in a critical moment. But it can only be used once, so use it with caution."

Fu Shaoping accepted it and thanked him solemnly.

Master Yuehua waved his hand: "Go. Prepare well for these three months."

……

After leaving the cave, Fu Shaoping did not return to his own residence, but went to the Sword Pavilion on Moonflower Peak.

Sword Pavilion was a training ground specially prepared by Master Yuehua for his disciples, where various sword manuals and testing stones were kept. Fu Shaoping had spent almost all of the past three months here.

He needs to improve his skills as soon as possible.

The Netherworld Secret Realm was teeming with Foundation Establishment cultivators, including many at the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment or even those on the verge of Golden Core. Although he had already broken through to the late stage of Foundation Establishment, he was still not considered top-tier among them.

More importantly, he had a feeling that this trip to the secret realm might be related to that "Ye".

On every page, there is that person's shadow.

This page should reveal the answer.

……

Three months passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, ten Foundation Establishment stage disciples of the Qingyun Sect gathered at the foot of Yuehua Peak.

The leader was an elder at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, surnamed Zhou, with a serious expression. Behind him stood nine disciples, making a total of ten including Fu Shaoping.

Fu Shaoping's gaze swept across the room, and he quickly recognized several familiar faces.

Yuehua, his senior sister, is at the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment and is one of the strongest members of the team.

There is another one named Zhao Han, who is at the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment. He is the successor of an elder among the true disciples. It is said that his swordsmanship is extremely skilled, and he is aloof and never talks much to others.

The others were also top performers from their respective peaks, with cultivation levels all above the late Foundation Establishment stage.

"Everyone is here," Elder Zhou said in a deep voice. "This journey to the secret realm is extremely dangerous. The ten of you represent the face of the Qingyun Sect. I hope you will return alive, and I also hope you will bring back enough opportunities."

He paused, then continued, "Once you enter the secret realm, you may act alone or in teams. But in any case, remember this: fellow disciples must not kill each other. Anyone who violates this rule will be expelled from the sect and never be recruited again!"

All ten responded in unison.

Elder Zhou nodded and raised his hand to cast a spell.

In the void, a huge gate of light slowly emerged.

"Go in."

Ten people filed in.

Fu Shaoping was the last to step into the light gate.

Behind him was the mountain gate of the Qingyun Sect.

Ahead lies an unknown, secret realm.

……

After a dizzying spin, Fu Shaoping opened his eyes and found himself in a gray, hazy world.

The sky was a perpetual gray, devoid of sun, moon, and stars. The earth was uneven, riddled with massive cracks and deep craters, as if it had witnessed a fierce battle. A faint stench of blood and decay permeated the air.

"This is the Netherworld Secret Realm?"

He focused his senses and discovered that the spiritual energy here was several times denser than that outside, but it was also mixed with a faint, chilly aura.

He took out a map and determined the direction.

As Elder Zhou had previously explained, the secret realm is divided into three layers: the outer perimeter, the inner perimeter, and the core. The outer perimeter is relatively safe and suitable for cultivators in the early stages of Foundation Establishment; the inner perimeter is fraught with danger and can only be explored by cultivators in the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment or above; the core area is said to be inhabited by demonic beasts at the half-step Golden Core level, as well as the true inheritance left behind by ancient powerful beings.

Fu Shaoping's target is the core area.

He put away the map and began to move towards the inner perimeter.

……

On the first day, he encountered several early-stage Foundation Establishment demonic beasts, which he easily killed.

On the third day, he encountered a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum and picked it.

On the fifth day, he encountered a group of disciples from the Blood Fiend Sect. After a brief standoff, both sides eventually withdrew.

On the seventh day, he finally reached the edge of the inner perimeter.

The scene inside is completely different from that outside.

Occasionally, crimson lightning would strike the sky. On the ground lay enormous skeletons—some belonging to demonic beasts, others to humans. The air was thick with the stench of blood, and a chilling killing intent permeated the atmosphere.

Fu Shaoping focused his senses and quickly locked onto a direction.

There, a faint, almost imperceptible, contractual fluctuation could be felt.

Unlike any contract he had sensed in the previous pages, that fluctuation was both familiar and strange, as if... it had some inexplicable connection with him.

"That's the direction."

He took a deep breath and hurried toward the direction from which the fluctuations were coming.

……

Half an hour later, he arrived at a huge canyon.

The canyon was bottomless, its walls a dark red, as if soaked in blood. At the canyon entrance stood a massive stone tablet. Inscribed on it were several ancient characters:
"The Valley of the Netherworld: those who enter bear the consequences of their own lives."

Without hesitation, Fu Shaoping stepped into the canyon.

A chilling wind howled through the canyon, accompanied by the wails of ghosts. Strange shadows flickered across the rock walls on either side. Fu Shaoping gripped the Moonflower Sword tightly, activating his Breaking Law Spirit Eye at full power, and proceeded cautiously.

After walking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a fierce fighting sound suddenly came from ahead.

He approached quietly, hid behind a boulder, and looked out.

Two groups of people are engaged in a fierce battle in an open area in the middle of the canyon.

On one side were disciples of the Qingyun Sect—Yuehua, Zhao Han, and two other disciples. They were being besieged by seven or eight cultivators dressed in blood-red robes, and their situation was extremely precarious.

Those blood-robed cultivators were none other than members of the Blood Fiend Sect!

"Senior Sister Yuehua!" Fu Shaoping's heart skipped a beat.

His gaze swept across the battlefield, and he quickly grasped the situation.

The leader of the Blood Fiend Sect was a sinister-looking young man at the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, wielding a blood-red longsword, and was locked in combat with Yuehua. Yuehua's swordsmanship was exquisite, but her opponent's saber techniques were unpredictable, and the two were evenly matched for the time being.

The others then surrounded and attacked Zhao Han and his two companions. Although Zhao Han was strong, he was no match for so many opponents and had already been injured. (End of Chapter)