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

Five years later, the Fu family's strength was even greater than Fu Qingshan's at his peak.

Meanwhile, Fu Shaoping's cultivation level steadily improved over the past five years.

Qi Refining Level 9, Qi Refining Perfection, Foundation Establishment...

When he successfully established his foundation at the age of thirty, the entire Qingyang City was in an uproar.

That young master, who was born with a useless meridian and was ridiculed by everyone, has actually succeeded in establishing his foundation!
From then on, no one dared to call him a good-for-nothing anymore.

Instead, there is awe, respect, and reverence.

……

After completing his foundation building, Fu Shaoping began to consider leaving.

He always remembered Ye's words—"I'll be waiting for you at the end."

The end is not in Qingyang City, nor even in the Eastern Region.

He needs to go further, to see a bigger world, and to find that answer.

On this day, he summoned Fu Shaoyun to his presence.

"Shaoyun, I plan to travel for a while. I'm leaving the family affairs to you."

Fu Shaoyun was taken aback, then nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, Senior Brother Fu, I will definitely protect the Fu family."

Fu Shaoping patted him on the shoulder and turned to leave.

Behind him, Fu Shaoyun watched his retreating figure and murmured:

"Senior Brother Fu...take care."

……

After leaving Qingyang City, Fu Shaoping headed east.

Following the map left by Qingmingzi, he traversed several kingdoms and experienced countless dangers. He fought against Foundation Establishment level demonic beasts in the Misty Forest, competed for opportunities with rogue cultivators on Sunset Mountain, and maneuvered with various forces in Tianque City.

His cultivation level steadily improved through repeated trials and tribulations.

Mid-stage Foundation Building, Late-stage Foundation Building, Great Perfection of Foundation Building.

Ten years later, when he stood in front of the Qingyun Sect's mountain gate again, he had already reached the half-step Golden Core stage.

……

The Qingyun Sect's mountain gate remains unchanged.

The majestic archway, the countless stone steps, and the mist-shrouded mountain peaks are exactly the same as they were back then.

Fu Shaoping stood in front of the archway, filled with emotion.

The trajectory on page five is so similar to that on page four, yet so different.

He took a deep breath and stepped into the mountain gate.

"Halt! Who dares to trespass into the Qingyun Sect?" The gatekeeper disciple stopped him.

Fu Shaoping took out his identity token—it was given to him by Master Yuehua back then, and although decades have passed, it is still valid.

The gatekeeper disciple verified the token, his expression changing slightly: "So you are a personal disciple of True Person Yuehua! Senior, please come in!"

Fu Shaoping nodded and stepped through the mountain gate.

……

Moonflower Peak remains serene and secluded.

Fu Shaoping walked up to the summit and arrived at the cave dwelling of Master Yuehua.

The cave entrance was open.

He went inside and saw a familiar figure.

The Moonlit Immortal sat cross-legged, her aura still unfathomable. But her face bore the marks of time.

"You've come." She opened her eyes, looked at Fu Shaoping, and smiled slightly. "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Fu Shaoping bowed and said, "Disciple Fu Shaoping greets Master."

Master Yuehua waved his hand: "No need for formalities. Please sit."

Fu Shaoping sat down.

Master Yuehua looked at him with profound eyes.

"I've heard about your story. Born with a useless meridian, you defied the heavens to cultivate, single-handedly reorganized your family, and became famous throughout Qingyang City." She said slowly, "You've done very well."

Fu Shaoping said, "Master, you flatter me."

Master Yuehua shook his head, took out a jade slip from his robes, and handed it to Fu Shaoping.

"This is what that person asked me to give to you."

Fu Shaoping took it and probed it with his divine sense.

The jade slip contained only one sentence:

"Page five, time to turn the page. I'll be waiting for you at the end of reincarnation. — Ye."

Fu Shaoping put away the jade slip and looked at True Person Yuehua.

"Master, who exactly is that person?"

Master Yuehua was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "I don't know. I only know that he is very old, unimaginably old. He also knows many things, the past, the future, and the fate of everyone."

She looked at Fu Shaoping with a complicated expression.

"He told me to tell you that you are very close to the end. Turn the page and everything will be revealed."

Fu Shaoping remained silent.

After a long while, he stood up and bowed solemnly.

"Thank you for your guidance over the years, Master. This disciple... should take his leave now."

Master Yuehua nodded, a hint of reluctance flashing in her eyes, but more so with relief.

"Go. Remember, whatever the end may hold, stay true to yourself."

Fu Shaoping nodded and turned to leave.

Behind him, Master Yuehua watched his retreating figure and murmured:

"Ye... what exactly are you plotting...?"

……

After leaving the Qingyun Sect, Fu Shaoping headed west.

He traveled through the Eastern Regions, crossed the Central Plains, and arrived in the Western Regions.

He traversed deserts, crossed snow-capped mountains, and waded across oceans.

He has seen countless extraordinary people and events, and has experienced countless life-or-death trials.

Through these repeated trials, his cultivation finally broke through.

The Golden Elixir is complete.

The nascent soul is formed.

Transformation into a spirit, completion.

With each breakthrough, he felt he was one step closer to that "end".

……

I don't know how many years have passed.

On this day, Fu Shaoping stood in an endless void.

Here, there is no sky, no earth, no time, no space.

There was only endless darkness and a faint glimmer of light in the distance.

He recognized this place.

This is the gap between the pages of the Hundred Generations Book.

He has come four times.

But this time, it's different.

This time, that glimmer of light is no longer far away.

It was right in front of him.

A figure stood amidst the light.

He was a middle-aged man with a refined appearance and gentle demeanor, dressed in a moon-white robe.

leaf.

Fu Shaoping looked at him calmly.

"I am coming."

Ye smiled slightly and nodded.

“I knew you would come.”

He raised his hand and pointed to the point of light.

"That's the end."

Fu Shaoping looked at the light.

A door could be vaguely seen in the light.

An ancient stone gate, with five characters carved on it—

"The Book of a Hundred Generations: The Final Chapter"

Fu Shaoping took a deep breath and stepped towards the door.

Ye's voice came from behind:
"Fu Shaoping, through a hundred lifetimes, you have already traversed four pages. This is the final page, the final chapter. Behind the door lies all the answers you seek. And also... yourself."

Fu Shaoping did not turn around.

He pushed open the door and stepped inside.

The light engulfed everything.

…As the light faded, Fu Shaoping found himself standing in a strange space.

There is no sky, no earth, only endless white. White light, white mist, white nothingness. The air is filled with an indescribable atmosphere—both familiar and strange; both warm and cold.

He looked down at himself.

No longer just a body, but the true self. Fu Shaoping, who has experienced countless reincarnations and witnessed the vicissitudes of life.

"You've arrived."

A voice sounded from behind.

Fu Shaoping turned around and saw someone.

It was someone who looked exactly like him.

The same face, the same figure, the same eyes. Only those eyes held something he couldn't understand—a sense of vicissitude, depth, and a faint trace of pity.

"You are……"

“I am you.” The person smiled slightly. “Or rather, I am you from before the Book of a Hundred Lifetimes.”

Fu Shaoping remained silent.

The man continued, “Don’t be surprised. The Book of a Hundred Lifetimes is a gift I left for myself. Or rather, it’s a trial.”

He raised his hand, and the surrounding white mist began to surge and condense into a series of images.

Page 1: Fu Family Village, raging fire, tragic death of parents, escape, Youhuang Valley, awakening of the source core, the initial formation of the contract...

Page Two: The Northern Territory, the Alliance of Ten Thousand Contracts, the Pivot of Contracts, the Valley of Burial Gods, the War of Purification, the Formation of the Nascent Soul...

Page 3: Central Plains, the Grand Assembly of All Laws, the Ancient Battlefield of Contracts, the Seed of the Evil Contract, the Eternal Night Ice Abyss, the Primordial Darkness...

Page 4: Qingyang City, the illegitimate son, coming-of-age ceremony, ancestral land, successor of the Heavenly Contract, Netherworld Secret Realm, inheritance of the Netherworld True Man...

Page 5: Abandoned Meridians, Defying Heaven's Cultivation, Struggle for Clan Headship, Qingyun Sect, Nascent Soul Transformation, End of Reincarnation...

Images flashed by like a revolving lantern.

Those were the five pages he had lived through, and also the five lifetimes he had experienced.

“You remember everything,” the man said, “but do you know that I arranged each of these five lifetimes?”

Fu Shaoping looked at him calmly.

Why?

The man smiled, but there was a hint of bitterness in his smile.

"Because I want to know whether a person can still maintain their original intention after experiencing countless hardships."

He raised his hand, and the surrounding scene vanished, turning back into white mist.

"Fu Shaoping, do you know why I created the Book of a Hundred Generations?"

Fu Shaoping shook his head.

The man looked at him, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

"Because I've experienced everything you've experienced. Fu Family Village, the Myriad Contracts Alliance, the Contract Battlefield, the Netherworld Secret Realm... but I wasn't as lucky as you."

He paused, then said, word by word:

"In my last life, I was lost."

Fu Shaoping was startled.

The man continued, “I was too strong, strong enough to control everything. I thought I could change everything, save all the dead, and prevent all tragedies from happening again. But when I truly possessed that power, I realized that some things cannot be changed.”

He lowered his head and looked at his hands.

“I can’t bring my parents back. I can’t bring back those who have died. I can’t even… bring back myself.”

"Therefore, I created the Book of a Hundred Lifetimes. I sealed my memories and power, transforming them into five pages of reincarnation. I want to see if, if I could do it all over again, I could walk a different path."

He raised his head and looked at Fu Shaoping.

"And you are me. You are the me who gets a second chance."

Fu Shaoping remained silent for a long time.

He finally understood everything.

The Book of a Hundred Generations was not given to him by others, but rather he created it for himself.

The five cycles of reincarnation are not trials, but redemption.

"So, now I..."

“You now have a choice,” the man said. “You can accept everything about me—my memories, my power, my path. Then, become the true ‘Leaf’.”

"You can also choose to continue on your own path. Forget all of this, return to your original world, and live an ordinary life."

He looked at Fu Shaoping with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation in his eyes.

"Fu Shaoping, which one do you choose?"

Fu Shaoping looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"You waited all this time just to ask me this?"

The man was taken aback.

Fu Shaoping continued, "You created the Book of a Hundred Lifetimes, allowing me to experience five lifetimes, not so that I could become you, but so that I could surpass you."

He looked into the man's eyes and said, word by word:

"You're lost, so you want to see if I can avoid getting lost."

"You failed, so you want to see if I can succeed."

"You can't let go, so you want me to let go for you."

The man's body trembled slightly.

Fu Shaoping stepped forward, reached out, and placed his hand on his shoulder.

"Thank you. Thank you for giving me five lifetimes of reincarnation, allowing me to see different lives."

"But I don't need to be you."

"I am who I am."

"Fu Shaoping."

The man looked at him, and a sense of relief gradually appeared in his eyes.

“Good…good…” he murmured, “You have finally forged your own path.”

His figure began to slowly become transparent.

"Fu Shaoping, remember, no matter where you go or what you encounter, you must stay true to yourself. The essence of the contract lies in balance. Light and darkness, order and chaos, are all aspects of the Tao. Only by being neither biased nor extreme can you achieve the true Tao of the contract."

His voice grew weaker and weaker until it turned into specks of light and dissipated into the white mist.

Only one sentence remained, echoing in the void:
Go ahead. Your journey is still long.

……

Final Chapter: Where to Return
Fu Shaoping opened his eyes.

He found himself standing on familiar land.

Green hills, clear waters, and wisps of smoke rising from chimneys.

In the distance, there is a small village.

Fu Family Village.

He took a deep breath and strode toward the village.

At the village entrance, under an old locust tree, several children were playing.

"Brother Shaoping is back!" A little girl with pigtails saw him and ran over excitedly.

Fu Shaoping squatted down and patted her head with a smile.

"Little girl, where are your parents?"

"I'm at home! Brother Shaoping, come to my house for dinner! My mom made something delicious today!"

Fu Shaoping smiled.

He stood up, looked at the small village, at those familiar faces, and felt an unprecedented sense of peace welling up inside him.

After countless reincarnations, he finally returned to the starting point.

But this time, he wasn't there for revenge.

He came here to... live.

In the distance, a middle-aged woman walked out of the courtyard. She saw him, paused for a moment, then smiled and waved.

"Shaoping, you're back? Come and eat!"

Fu Shaoping smiled.

He strode towards the courtyard, towards the wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys of a human dwelling.

Behind us, under the old locust tree, the children's laughter still rings out clearly.

The sky was a clear, bright blue.

The sunlight is just right.

Life in Fujia Village was peaceful and warm.

Fu Shaoping settled down here, living like an ordinary villager, working at sunrise and resting at sunset. He cultivated several acres of wasteland, planting some grains and vegetables; he built a shed behind his house and raised a few chickens and ducks; occasionally he would go to the back mountain to chop firewood and carry it to town to exchange for some oil and salt.

The villagers all knew he was a survivor of the fire years ago, and they took extra care of him. One neighbor would bring him a bowl of porridge, another a piece of cloth, and whenever someone cooked something delicious, they would always invite him to try it.

Fu Shaoping accepted all the requests, but never took anything for free. He would help one family repair their roof, another chop firewood, and still another fetch water to irrigate their fields. Gradually, the villagers stopped treating him as an outsider and truly came to regard him as one of their own.

One day, Fu Shaoping was watering the vegetable garden behind his house when he suddenly heard a commotion coming from the village entrance.

He put down the bucket and went over to look.

At the village entrance, a luxurious carriage was parked. Several well-dressed people stood beside the carriage, talking to the village chief. The village chief was all smiles, nodding and bowing repeatedly.

Fu Shaoping's gaze swept over the group of people, then suddenly froze. (End of Chapter)