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

"The Book of a Hundred Generations is something I left behind. Or rather, something I brought back from somewhere."

Fu Shaoping was startled.

Did he create the Book of a Hundred Generations?

Ye seemed to see through his thoughts and continued, "Don't be surprised. You'll understand everything when you reach the end. Right now, you only need to know one thing."

He paused, then said, word by word:

"Page five is the last page."

Fu Shaoping's pupils contracted slightly.

Last page?
Ye nodded: "The Book of a Hundred Lifetimes has five pages. You have already turned four pages, this is the last page. Turn this page, and you will see the truth. You will also see... yourself."

He raised his hand, and a ray of light drifted toward Fu Shaoping, disappearing into his brow.

Go ahead. Page five is waiting for you.

Fu Shaoping closed his eyes, letting that force pull him into a new cycle of reincarnation.

Ye's last words echoed in my ears:

"Remember, page five, there is no turning back. Only forward, or... eternal damnation."

……

Chapter 1: Born with a Waste of Meridians

When Fu Shaoping opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on a cold stone bed.

The room was dimly lit and simply furnished, containing only a bed, a table, and a futon. Several luminous pearls were embedded in the walls, emitting a faint glow.

He sat up and looked down at his body.

Thin, pale, with a bone age of about fifteen or sixteen. His dantian was empty—no, not empty, but rather… a tangled mess.

Fu Shaoping frowned slightly and looked inward at his dantian.

In the dantian, the meridians are disordered, and spiritual energy cannot be gathered. This condition is known in the cultivation world as "born with damaged meridians," and it occurs in only one in ten thousand people. People with this constitution are unable to cultivate for their entire lives.

"A useless meridian..."

Fu Shaoping murmured, but showed no sign of frustration.

Through countless reincarnations, he had experienced far too many beginnings. There were menial servants at the first level of Qi Refining, ostracized illegitimate sons, and severely injured rogue cultivators. This time, it was merely starting with a destroyed meridian—what was there to fear?
He began to receive the memories of this body.

The original owner of this body was also named Fu Shaoping. A member of the Fu family in Qingyang City—but unlike on page four, this time, he was not an illegitimate son, but a direct descendant, the only son of the Fu family patriarch.

Unfortunately, he was born with a defective meridian and is unable to cultivate.

In the world of cultivation, one who cannot cultivate is a useless person. Even if he is the only son of the family head, he cannot escape the cold stares and ridicule of others.

His father, Fu Qingshan, was in the late stage of the Golden Core realm. Although he cared for him, he was also disappointed in him. His mother died early, and he had no one to take care of him. The other members of the clan were respectful to him on the surface, but behind his back they all called him "the good-for-nothing young master."

The original owner grew up in this environment, became withdrawn and taciturn, and eventually died of depression at the age of fifteen.

Then, Fu Shaoping arrived.

He got up, walked to the only window in the stone chamber, and pushed it open.

Outside the window stretched a continuous expanse of palaces and pavilions, shrouded in mist and rich in spiritual energy. That was the core area of ​​the Fu family, home to the clan's strongest and most talented members.

His stone chamber, located in the most remote corner of the Fu family estate, was meant for clansmen who had erred to reflect on their mistakes. The original owner's placement here was clearly intended to serve him a purpose.

“A useless meridian…” Fu Shaoping murmured, “If it were an ordinary person, they would indeed have no choice but to accept their fate. But I…”

He closed his eyes and focused his mind on his dantian.

A "disabled meridian" doesn't mean one is truly unable to cultivate. It simply means the meridians are disordered, preventing spiritual energy from condensing into a normal cultivation path. However, if the disordered meridians are "rewoven" using the principles of contracts, it might be possible to find a new path.

In the *Netherworld Contract Scripture*, there is a secret technique called the "Meridian Contract Technique." It uses the power of a contract to reshape the meridians, guiding disordered spiritual energy into a new cultivation path. This method is extremely dangerous; the slightest mistake can sever all meridians, resulting in the destruction of both body and spirit. However, if successful, one can break free from the shackles of a congenitally damaged meridian and embark on a unique path of cultivation.

Fu Shaoping opened his eyes, his gaze resolute.

Let's start with this.

He sat down cross-legged and began to try.

……

Three days later, late at night.

Suddenly, a very faint fluctuation of spiritual energy erupted from the stone chamber.

The fluctuation was extremely subtle, almost imperceptible. But for Fu Shaoping, it was the first step he had taken in this life.

He opened his eyes, feeling the wisp of spiritual energy in his dantian, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

The technique of pulse diagnosis was successful.

Although it was only the most minute meridian that was opened, and only a trace of spiritual power that didn't even qualify as the first level of Qi Refining was condensed, it was a beginning.

As long as you start, there is hope.

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the cold, bright moon outside.

Page five is the last page.

There is no turning back.

But he never looked back.

For a normal cultivator, the first level of Qi Refining is merely the starting point of cultivation. But for Fu Shaoping in this life, this step was incredibly difficult.

After successfully mastering the Meridian Connection Technique, it took him a full month to completely open his first meridian, officially entering the first level of Qi Refining.

This speed, if it were in his previous life, would have been outrageously slow. But Fu Shaoping was not in a hurry.

He knew that cultivating with a depleted meridian was like dancing on a knife's edge. It couldn't be rushed or hasty; it could only be done step by step, steadily and surely.

One day, he was cultivating in the stone chamber when he suddenly heard footsteps outside the door.

"Fu Shaoping, come out here!"

The voice was rude and arrogant, showing no respect whatsoever.

Fu Shaoping opened his eyes, his brows furrowing slightly.

He got up and opened the stone door.

Outside the door stood three youths. The one in the lead, dressed in brocade robes, had an arrogant expression and was at the seventh level of Qi Refining. The two behind him were also at the fifth or sixth level of Qi Refining, clearly his followers.

Fu Shaoping found the person's information from his memory.

Fu Shaoying, the eldest son of the third branch of the Fu family, is at the seventh level of Qi Refining and is a notorious playboy among the younger generation of the Fu family. Relying on the favor of the elder of the third branch, he usually likes to bully the lower-ranking disciples, especially him, the "good-for-nothing young master".

"Fu Shaoping, today is the day the clan distributes its monthly allowances. Why aren't you going to collect them?" Fu Shaoying said with a forced smile. "Oh, I forgot. You good-for-nothing, you're not even qualified to receive your monthly allowance. That pitiful amount of resources you get each month is only given to you by the patriarch as a special favor."

The two people behind him burst into laughter.

Fu Shaoping remained calm and did not speak.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Fu Shaoying felt a little annoyed and continued, "By the way, I heard you've been locking yourself in your room every day lately. You're not secretly cultivating, are you? Hahaha! Someone born with a useless meridian wants to cultivate? That's hilarious!"

He leaned closer to Fu Shaoping and lowered his voice, saying, "A piece of trash should act like trash. Just obediently wait to die. Stop dreaming."

Fu Shaoping looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"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, "You're crazy! Let's go, don't pay any attention to this good-for-nothing!"

He left with two henchmen.

Fu Shaoping watched his retreating figure, his gaze calm as still water.

Li Wuqing was an old acquaintance on the third page. In that life, he personally crippled that person.

In this life, if Fu Shaoying seeks death, he wouldn't mind sending him on his way.

……

Fu Shaoying's sarcasm did not affect Fu Shaoping's mood.

He returned to the stone chamber and continued his cultivation.

Another month passed, and he opened his second meridian, reaching the peak of the first level of Qi Refining. In the third month, his third meridian opened, and he reached the second level of Qi Refining.

In the fourth month, he reached the peak of the second level of Qi Refining.

In the fifth month, he reached the third level of Qi Refining.

In half a year, he went from being a complete cripple to cultivating to the third level of Qi Refining.

This speed would still seem pitifully slow to a normal cultivator. But for someone born with a crippled meridian, it was already a miracle.

Fu Shaoping knew that this was not enough.

He needs more resources and a better environment to continue improving.

All of this requires him to step out of this stone chamber and face that hostile world.

……

One day, Fu Shaoping was sunbathing in the courtyard when he suddenly heard a series of hurried footsteps.

The visitor was Fu Fu, a servant of the Fu family. He had received some favors from Fu Fu's mother in the past, and in recent years she would occasionally secretly provide him with some food.

"Young Master! Young Master!" Fu Fu ran over breathlessly, his face full of anxiety. "Something terrible has happened! The Patriarch... the Patriarch..."

Fu Shaoping's heart skipped a beat: "What's wrong with the patriarch?"

Fu Fu said, "The patriarch was in a fight outside and was seriously injured! He is currently unconscious, and the clan elders are discussing... they want to appoint a new patriarch!"

Fu Shaoping suddenly stood up.

Fu Qingshan, his father in this life, is his only support in the Fu family. If he falls, this "useless young master" probably won't even be able to protect this dilapidated stone room.

"Take me to see it."

……

The atmosphere in the main hall of the Fu residence was tense, with swords drawn.

Inside the hall, Fu Qingshan lay pale-faced on the couch, his breath weak. Only a few loyal old servants stood beside him.

Below the hall, the third branch elder Fu Qingfeng, the fourth branch elder Fu Qingyun, and the direct descendants of each branch were divided into several factions and were arguing fiercely.

"With the patriarch in a coma, the clan cannot be without a leader for even a day! I propose that Fu Shaotian, the eldest son of the third branch, temporarily assume the position of patriarch!" Elder Fu Qingfeng of the third branch declared loudly.

"Bullshit! Young Master Fu is only at the late Foundation Establishment stage, what right does he have to be the head of the family? My fourth branch's Fu Shaoyun is already at the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, he is more qualified!" Elder Fu Qingyun of the fourth branch shouted angrily.

"Stop arguing! According to clan rules, the position of patriarch should be inherited by the eldest son of the direct line! Although Fu Shaoping is a good-for-nothing, he is the patriarch's only son, and rightfully it should be his..."

A faint voice had barely risen when it was drowned out by a chorus of mockery.

"Fu Shaoping? That good-for-nothing? Hahaha! If we let him be the head of the family, the Fu family is finished!"

"Exactly! What makes a piece of trash who hasn't even reached the Qi Refining stage stand out?"

"Stop joking!"

Fu Shaoping stood at the door, quietly watching everything.

His gaze passed over the arguing faces and landed on Fu Qingshan on the bed.

The imposing man, pale and weak, still stared intently at the crowd in the hall, his eyes filled with anger and resentment.

Fu Shaoping's heart skipped a beat.

In this life, he had no mother. But this man was genuinely kind to him.

Even though he was a good-for-nothing, even though he brought shame to his family, this man never thought of giving up on him.

"enough."

A soft voice suddenly rang out in the hall.

Everyone was taken aback and turned to look at the doorway.

Fu Shaoping slowly walked into the main hall.

His steps were unhurried, his gaze calm as still water, as if he were facing not a group of clansmen who were about to trample him underfoot, but a group of insignificant passersby.

"Fu Shaoping? What are you doing here?" Fu Qingfeng frowned. "This is none of your business, get out!"

Fu Shaoping looked at him and said calmly, "Third Elder, I am the only son of the patriarch. Why can't I come when the patriarch is in a coma?"

Fu Qingfeng was speechless for a moment.

Fu Shaoping continued, "All you're fighting over is the position of family head. But have you ever considered that the family head isn't dead yet, he's just injured? Aren't you all in such a hurry to divide the family property and fight for the position? Don't you think that's too hasty?"

The expressions on everyone's faces changed slightly.

Fu Shaoping walked to the bedside, squatted down, and held Fu Qingshan's hand.

"Father, don't worry, with me here, no one can take your place."

Fu Qingshan looked at him, a complex mix of emotions flashing in his eyes. There was relief, heartache, and a glimmer of... hope.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only let out a weak sigh.

Fu Shaoping stood up and looked at everyone in the hall.

“From this day forward, I will act as the head of the family until my father wakes up.”

These words caused an uproar in the audience!

"You? Acting as the head of the family? By what right?!"

"A piece of trash who hasn't even reached the Qi Refining stage dares to challenge you?!"

"This is insane! Absolutely insane!"

Fu Shaoping ignored the clamor and simply took out a token from his pocket and held it high.

That was the head of the household's order.

The token, which only the head of the family can possess, represents the highest power of the Fu family.

Everyone's expression changed simultaneously.

Before Fu Qingshan fell into a coma, he actually handed the family head's token to this good-for-nothing?!

Fu Shaoping put away the token, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, and said, word by word:

"Anyone who has an objection can stand up."

The hall was deathly silent.

Those who were arguing just moments ago have now fallen silent.

With the patriarch's decree in hand, Fu Shaoping is the rightful acting patriarch. Anyone who opposes him is opposing the patriarch and betraying the family.

No one dares to take the blame for this crime.

Fu Shaoping withdrew his gaze and said calmly:
"Since no one objects, then it's settled."

He turned around, walked to the bedside, and sat down next to Fu Qingshan.

"It's all gone."

The crowd looked at each other in bewilderment, and finally, one by one, they slunk away from the main hall.

Only when Fu Qingfeng was leaving did he turn back and glance at Fu Shaoping, a sinister glint in his eyes.

Fu Shaoping felt that gaze, but did not turn around.

He knew this was just the beginning.

The real storm is yet to come.

……

On the third day after Fu Qingshan fell into a coma, the Fu family appeared to have returned to peace.

But Fu Shaoping knew that beneath this calm surface, turbulent undercurrents were brewing.

Those who covet the position of family head will not give up easily for a mere token. They are simply waiting for the right opportunity to bring down this "useless acting family head."

Fu Shaoping did not sit idly by and wait for his death.

He placed Fu Qingshan in a secret room behind the main hall, where several loyal old servants guarded him day and night. Then, he began to peruse the Fu family's account books and documents.

Upon closer inspection, he discovered the problem. (End of Chapter)