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

Next comes the real challenge—unblocking the meridians.

A normal person's meridians are naturally open. But his meridians are not only disordered, but most of them are blocked. He needs to use the power of the contract to clear these blocked meridians inch by inch.

This process is more painful than unblocking the meridians.

Each impact felt like countless needles piercing his veins. The pain penetrated to the bone marrow and reached his very soul. Had he not endured countless lifetimes of reincarnation, his will not have been as firm as a rock, and he probably wouldn't have lasted even a moment.

But he gritted his teeth and persevered.

One day, two days, three days...

One month, two months, three months...

Finally, on the last day of the third month.

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.

The moonlight cast long shadows on him.

Page five is the last page.

There is no turning back.

But he never looked back.
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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, it couldn't be hurried; 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.
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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 up his second meridian, reaching the peak of the first level of Qi Refining.

In the third month, the third meridian was 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."
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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 being too hasty in dividing the family property and vying for the position?"

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.

After the farce in the main hall of the Fu family ended, Fu Shaoping settled Fu Qingshan in a secret room, where he was guarded day and night by several loyal old servants.

He returned to his stone chamber, but did not rest.

Tonight is destined to be anything but peaceful.

He sat down cross-legged and focused his mind on his dantian. A wisp of spiritual energy, as thin as a spider's thread, slowly circulated, and although it was weak, it gave him a sense of security.

Three hours later, it was already late at night.

Outside the stone chamber, a very faint sound of footsteps suddenly came.

Fu Shaoping opened his eyes, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

"coming."

He didn't move, remaining in the cross-legged position.

A moment later, the stone door was gently pushed open from the outside.

Three dark figures flashed in.

The man at the head was none other than Fu Qingfeng, the third elder. Behind him were two burly guards, both at the early stage of Foundation Establishment.

Fu Qingfeng was taken aback when he saw Fu Shao sitting there calmly, as if he had expected them to come.

"You...you knew we were coming?"

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

"What brings you here so late at night, Third Elder?"

Fu Qingfeng's expression shifted between anger and uncertainty. After a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "Fu Shaoping, let's not beat around the bush. Hand over the patriarch's token, and I might spare your life."

Fu Shaoping smiled.

"Spare my life? Third Elder, this is the Fu family, and I am the acting patriarch. If you kill me, aren't you afraid of being punished according to the clan rules?"

Fu Qingfeng sneered: "Clan rules? When it's dawn, I'll tell everyone that you died suddenly in the middle of the night because you were too worried about your father's serious injury. As for the clan head's order—I'll keep it for now."

The two guards behind him stepped forward simultaneously, their bodies surging with spiritual energy, ready to attack at any moment.

Fu Shaoping looked at them, his gaze remaining calm.

"Third Elder, do you think I dared to live here alone without any precautions?"

Fu Qingfeng's expression changed slightly.

Fu Shaoping raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

In an instant, contract runes on the walls surrounding the stone chamber suddenly lit up! Those runes emitted a pale golden light, illuminating the entire stone chamber as if it were daytime!

Fu Qingfeng was shocked: "This is... an array?!"

Fu Shaoping stood up and slowly walked towards him.

"This is a 'Spirit-Trapping Array' that I personally carved over a month. Anyone below the Foundation Establishment stage will be trapped upon entering the array. Even those above the Foundation Establishment stage will need to put in some effort to escape."

He looked at Fu Qingfeng with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Third Elder, would you like to give it a try?"

Fu Qingfeng's face was ashen, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He's in the late stage of Foundation Establishment; if he goes all out, he might be able to break the formation. But once he does, the commotion will inevitably alert the entire manor. At that point, his trespassing into the Dai family head's room late at night with malicious intent will be completely exposed.

He cannot bear this charge.

"Fine! Fine!" he gritted his teeth and said, "Fu Shaoping, you win! I'll remember what happened today!"

With a wave of his hand, he and two guards retreated from the stone chamber in a disheveled state.

The stone gate closed again, and the array runes slowly dimmed.

Fu Shaoping stood there, watching the direction they had left, his gaze calm as still water.

He knew this was just the first wave.

The real storm is yet to come.
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After the third branch of the family returned empty-handed, the Fu family seemingly returned to peace.

But Fu Shaoping knew that this was just the calm before the storm.

Three days later, the people from the fourth branch of the family arrived.

It wasn't Fu Qingyun who came, but his grandson, Fu Shaojie.

Fu Shaojie, at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment, is the most outstanding member of the fourth branch of the family. He is handsome, refined, and well-liked within the clan, and is known as a "gentleman of modesty."

But Fu Shaoping knew that this person was even more difficult to deal with than Fu Qingfeng.

"Senior Brother Fu." Fu Shaojie entered the stone chamber, cupped his hands in greeting, and said respectfully, "I apologize for my unauthorized visit."

Fu Shaoping remained seated on the futon, not rising, and simply said, "Sit."

Fu Shaojie sat down opposite him, his gaze sweeping across the stone chamber, a subtle, almost imperceptible glint in his eyes.

“Senior Brother Fu, this stone chamber is indeed elegant,” he said with a smile, “but it’s a bit too simple. Why don’t you move to my courtyard for a few days? My courtyard may not be big, but the spiritual energy there is richer, which would be good for cultivation.”

Fu Shaoping looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"Fu Shaojie, we have no prior relationship, why be so polite?" (End of Chapter)