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

Fu Shaoping closed his eyes to process the information, and only opened them after a long while.

The old man looked at him with eyes full of satisfaction.

"I will pass on all my knowledge to you. I hope you will make good use of it and live up to my expectations."

His figure began to slowly become transparent.

Fu Shaoping suddenly spoke up: "Senior, I have something I'd like to ask."

The old man looked at him and asked, "What is it?"

Fu Shaoping asked, "Does the senior know a person named 'Ye'?"

The old man was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

“Ye…” he murmured, “So that’s how it is. So that’s how it is.”

He looked at Fu Shaoping with deep eyes.

You will meet that person sooner or later. But not now. Once you turn the page, everything will become clear.

His figure vanished completely.

Only Fu Shaoping remained in the main hall.

He stood there, silent for a long time.

Then he turned and stepped out of the hall.

Chapter 72 The End

Outside the palace, the sky had already changed color.

The once gray sky now revealed a sliver of light. That light, like the dawn of new life, dispelled millennia of gloom.

Fu Shaoping took a deep breath and walked back the way he came.

Behind them, the palace slowly sank into the ground and disappeared completely.

He knew it was time to turn the page.

And that "end" is just ahead.

He walked for a long time.

We traversed the wilderness, crossed mountains, and forded rivers.

He traversed every inch of the ancient battlefield, experienced countless battles, and reaped numerous opportunities.

His cultivation level steadily improved through repeated trials and tribulations.

The Golden Elixir has reached its peak.

Half-step Nascent Soul.

The nascent soul is formed.

When he broke through to the Nascent Soul stage, he stood at the highest point of the ancient battlefield, overlooking this ancient land.

The sky remained gray, and the earth remained desolate.

But a sense of unprecedented calm welled up within him.

He looked up and gazed into the distance.

There, someone was waiting for him.

leaf.

Chapter Seventy-Three: Returning Home

The day when the ancient battlefield would close has finally arrived.

Fu Shaoping stood at the exit, looking at the land where he had stayed for a month, and a sense of emotion welled up in his heart.

He has experienced a lot this past month.

He experienced battles, life and death, inheritance, and transformation.

He gained the complete inheritance of the Heavenly Contract Child, countless opportunities on the ancient battlefield, and the cultivation level of the Nascent Soul stage.

More importantly, he found himself.

"Let's go." A voice sounded behind him.

Fu Shaoping turned around and saw Yuehua standing not far away.

She also entered the ancient battlefield and came out alive.

Her cultivation level also broke through to the Nascent Soul stage.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

"Let's go." Fu Shaoping nodded.

The two stepped into the portal side by side.

After a dizzying spin, they returned to the Eastern Region.

Return to Qingyun Sect.

Return to Moonflower Peak.

Standing atop the peak, Master Yuehua looked at the two returning, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

"Good! Good! They're all back!"

She looked at Fu Shaoping with deep eyes.

"Shaoping, you've changed."

Fu Shaoping smiled slightly: "This disciple has simply found himself."

Master Yuehua nodded and did not ask any further questions.

"Go and get some rest. In a few days, I have something to tell you."

Chapter 74 The Final Farewell
Three days later, Master Yuehua summoned Fu Shaoping to his cave.

Besides True Person Yuehua, there was another person in the cave.

leaf.

Fu Shaoping looked at him calmly.

"You've arrived."

Ye smiled slightly: "I'm here."

Master Yuehua glanced at the two of them and said softly, "You two talk, I'll go out first."

She turned and left, leaving only Fu Shaoping and Ye in the cave.

The two sat facing each other in silence for a long time.

Ye spoke first: "Fu Shaoping, do you hate me?"

Fu Shaoping shook his head: "I don't hate him."

Ip Man: "Why?"

Fu Shaoping said, "Because you helped me find myself."

Ye was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

"Good! Good! You are indeed better than me."

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the moonlight outside.

"Fu Shaoping, the story of the Hundred Generations Book should come to an end."

Fu Shaoping also stood up and walked to his side.

Where is the end?

Ye turned to look at him, her gaze deep.

"The end is in your heart."

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

Go ahead. Your journey is still long.

His figure began to slowly become transparent.

Fu Shaoping looked at him, a complex emotion welling up inside him.

"Ye, who exactly are you?"

Ye smiled, a hint of relief in his smile.

"I am you. You are you. We are the same person."

His figure vanished completely.

Only Fu Shaoping remained in the cave.

He stood there, silent for a long time. Then, he turned and walked out of the cave.

Darkness, endless darkness.

Fu Shaoping floated in the void, without a body, without consciousness, only a chaotic, unformed mass. He felt as if he had been stuffed into an extremely small space, surrounded by soft walls that tightly enveloped him.

This is where?

He tried to think, but his thoughts were like being mired in quagmire, slow and difficult. He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt as heavy as mountains. He wanted to move, but his limbs seemed to be bound by an invisible force.

Suddenly, a warm liquid surged in from all directions, immersing him in it. The liquid carried a faint, sweet-smelling tang, and a subtle, almost imperceptible spiritual energy. Fu Shaoping instinctively absorbed this spiritual energy, as if drawing nourishment from the womb—wait, the womb?

An absurd thought exploded in his chaotic consciousness.

Is it...

Time flowed immeasurably in the darkness. Perhaps it was a few days, perhaps a few months, but Fu Shaoping gradually adapted to the cramped space. He began to perceive the outside world—vague sounds, faint vibrations, and the warm touches that came through the barrier.

"This child is kicking me again." A gentle female voice said with a smile.

"Really? Let me hear it." A deep male voice, also tinged with amusement.

Fu Shaoping felt a warm, large hand pressed against the barrier. The palm contained a gentle spiritual power, like the warm sun in winter, making him feel extremely at ease.

"It's moving as expected. This kid is bound to be a troublemaker in the future," the man chuckled.

"It's good that you're restless. Being too well-behaved, like you, only knows how to cultivate all day long," the woman's voice scolded playfully.

"Isn't my cultivation also for the purpose of protecting you and your child?"

"Okay, I know you're the best."

Fu Shaoping felt a complex mix of emotions as he listened to the conversation.

In this life, he has parents.

Moreover, they are his parents who truly love him.

He closed his eyes—if that chaotic consciousness could be called "eyes"—and continued to absorb the warm spiritual energy. He knew that in this life, he needed to start anew.

From the womb.

Chapter One: Birth

On the day Fu Shaoping was born, strange phenomena appeared in the sky.

According to the Fu Clan Genealogy, "In the spring of the 1372nd year of the Hongyuan era, on the fifteenth day of the third month, auspicious seven-colored clouds appeared in the sky, and the moonlight was as bright as day. The clan's mythical beasts cried out, and hundreds of birds paid homage. The third son of the main branch, Shaoping, was born, and his cry was like a bell, shaking the roof tiles."

Fu Shaoping only learned of these records later. At the time, all he could perceive was the blinding light, the cold air, and a pair of warm, large hands pulling him out of that cramped space.

"It's a boy!" the midwife exclaimed joyfully.

"Let me see!" came a young woman's voice, weak but full of expectation.

Fu Shaoping was placed in a soft embrace. He struggled to open his eyes and saw a blurry face—a woman in her early twenties, with a beautiful face, pale complexion, but a smile as radiant as the most beautiful flower in spring.

"This child has such bright eyes," she said softly, gently stroking his cheek with her fingertips.

Fu Shaoping wanted to speak, but could only utter babbling sounds. He wanted to tell the woman that he was happy to see her, but the baby's body wouldn't allow him to express such complex emotions.

"Let me see." A deep male voice rang out. Fu Shaoping was taken by a pair of large hands, rough but warm hands with thick calluses on the palms, clearly from years of wielding a sword.

"This kid looks like me," the man said with a smile.

"How do you resemble me? You look exactly like me," the woman retorted.

"Your eyes look like mine."

"Your nose looks like mine."

"Your mouth looks like mine."

"Your ears look like mine."

The two argued back and forth, thoroughly enjoying themselves. Listening to them, Fu Shaoping felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

In this life, one of his parents is named Fu Qingshan—the same name as the father on page five, but younger and gentler; the other is named Lin Wan'er—a gentle and kind woman, said to come from a scholarly family, but married to this rough man who only knows how to wield swords and spears.

They named him "Shaoping".

Fu Shaoping.

The same name as every previous page.

Chapter Two: The Fu Family

The Fu family is the largest family in Qingyang City.

Qingyang City, located in the southwest of the Eastern Region, is an ancient city with a history of over a thousand years. While its prosperity doesn't rival that of Tianque City, it is still the largest gathering place for cultivators within a thousand miles.

The Fu family occupies the most central location in Qingyang City, with their mansion covering thousands of acres, complete with pavilions and towers standing side by side. The family has thousands of disciples, dozens of elders at the Golden Core stage, and the patriarch, Fu Tianxiong, is a powerful expert at the early Nascent Soul stage.

Fu Shaoping's father, Fu Qingshan, was the eldest son of the third branch of the Fu family, possessing a mid-stage Golden Core cultivation level and enjoying considerable prestige within the clan. His mother, Lin Wan'er, was a mortal woman without spiritual roots, making cultivation impossible. This was extremely rare in the cultivation world—a cultivator marrying a mortal was considered an unequal match, naturally attracting much gossip.

"How did the Third Young Master end up marrying a mere mortal?"

"That woman is beautiful, but what good is beauty? She can't cultivate, and she'll grow old in a few decades."

"The Third Young Master has had a tough time too. The head of the family had always disagreed with this marriage, but he insisted on marrying him despite the pressure."

"What a pity, the Third Young Master has such great talent..."

Although Fu Shaoping couldn't hear these gossips, he could sense that his mother's life in the Fu family was not easy.

At every family gathering, my mother would sit in the far corner, silent and rarely speaking to anyone. The women in the clan would look at her with pity, disdain, and even schadenfreude.

“Wan’er, you don’t need to worry about them.” Her father would always comfort her. “You are my wife. If anyone dares to bully you, I will be the first to punish her.”

Her mother always smiled and shook her head, saying, "I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me."

But Fu Shaoping could see the fleeting sadness in his mother's eyes.

He secretly made up his mind that in this life, he would make sure his mother lived a good life.

Chapter Three: Spiritual Roots

In the world of cultivation, spiritual roots are the foundation of cultivation.

Those with spiritual roots can draw energy into their bodies and embark on the path of cultivation. Those without spiritual roots can only remain mortals for life, experiencing birth, aging, sickness, and death, passing away at a hundred years old.

Fu Shaoping was always worried about whether he would have spiritual roots in this life.

Although he has the experience of a hundred lifetimes and the cultivation techniques and secret arts accumulated in previous lives, without spiritual roots, it's all just empty talk. He can't start from scratch using the Way of Contracts—the Way of Contracts also requires spiritual roots as a foundation.

This worry was answered when he was three months old.

That day, my father invited a spiritual root tester.

He was an elderly man with white hair, at the late Foundation Establishment stage, and said to be quite renowned in Qingyang City. He held a jade slip used to test spiritual roots and walked up to Fu Shaoping.

"Young master, don't be afraid, grandpa will test you." The old man said with a smile, sticking the jade slip to Fu Shaoping's forehead.

Fu Shaoping felt a gentle spiritual energy enter his body and flow slowly along his meridians.

A moment later, the old man's expression changed.

He retrieved the jade slip, pasted it back on, and examined it again.

The second time, the third time, the fourth time...

"How is it?" the father asked anxiously.

The old man put down the jade slip, took a deep breath, and slowly said, "Third Young Master, your son's spiritual root... is a Five Elements Chaos Spiritual Root."

The father was stunned.

The Five Elements Chaos Spiritual Root is a legendary supreme spiritual root. Those who possess this root have all five elements, allowing them to cultivate any attribute's techniques at a speed several times, even dozens of times, faster than those with ordinary spiritual roots. This type of spiritual root is extremely rare, appearing only a handful of times throughout the entire history of the Eastern Region.

"You...you're telling the truth?" The father's voice trembled.

The old man nodded: "I have practiced medicine for a hundred years and have never been wrong. Your son's spiritual root is indeed a chaotic spiritual root of the five elements. Congratulations, Third Young Master!"

The father paused for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter.

"Good! Good! Good!"

He said "good" three times in a row, his eyes reddening.

The mother hugged Fu Shaoping and smiled, but as she smiled, tears fell down her face.

"Shaoping, did you hear that? You have a spiritual root, and a top-grade one at that." She said softly, "From now on, you can start cultivating."

Fu Shaoping looked at her, wanting to tell her that he had heard and that he was happy.

But the baby's body doesn't allow him to say such complicated words.

He could only babble and reach out his little hand to touch his mother's face.

His mother took his little hand and gently kissed it.

"My Shaoping will definitely become a very powerful person in the future."

On the 100th day after Fu Shaoping's death, the Fu family held a grand banquet.

This was not only a celebration of his 100th day of life, but also a declaration to the world—the Fu family had produced a genius with a chaotic five-elemental spiritual root. (End of Chapter)