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

All the prominent figures in Qingyang City were present. Wang Zhenshan, the head of the Wang family, Li Canghai, the head of the Li family, and representatives from several other smaller families were there. They brought generous gifts and beamed with smiles as they congratulated Fu Qingshan and the Fu family.

"Third Young Master, congratulations! Your son is destined for greatness!"

"The Five Elements Chaos Spiritual Root, that's an extremely rare spiritual root, one in ten thousand!"

"The Fu family is about to produce a dragon!"

Fu Qingshan returned the greetings one by one, beaming from ear to ear.

His mother sat beside him, holding Fu Shaoping, a smile on her face. But Fu Shaoping could clearly see the loneliness in her eyes—everyone present was a cultivator with cultivation, and she was the only mortal.

"Wan'er, you look so beautiful today," her father said softly as he leaned closer.

The mother blushed: "Don't talk nonsense, there are so many people here."

“I’m telling the truth,” her father said seriously. “You look more beautiful today than ever.”

The mother lowered her head, but couldn't help but smile.

Fu Shaoping felt a surge of warmth as he watched this scene.

The parents in this life have such a good relationship.

Chapter Five: The Path of Cultivation

After the 100-day celebration, Fu Shaoping's cultivation journey officially began.

Of course, an infant's body cannot cultivate martial arts, but it can do two things: first, absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to nourish its meridians; second, temper its consciousness to lay the foundation for future cultivation.

Fu Shaoping spends most of his time sleeping—babies need sleep to develop their bodies. But when he's "sleeping," he's actually cultivating himself.

He guided the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, slowly flowing it into his dantian, nourishing the newly formed meridians. The advantage of his Five Elements Chaos Spiritual Root became apparent at this moment—his speed of absorbing spiritual energy was several times that of ordinary cultivators. Even passive absorption while "sleeping" was faster than many cultivators actively cultivating.

As for his spiritual sense, he was exceptionally gifted.

Through countless reincarnations, his spiritual consciousness had become far more powerful than that of ordinary cultivators. Even if this life were to begin anew, the foundation he had built over a hundred lifetimes would still remain. His spiritual consciousness as an infant was already comparable to that of a Qi Refining stage cultivator.

"This child is cultivating even in his sleep," the father often remarked.

"How did you know?" the mother asked curiously.

“Look at his breathing.” The father pointed at Fu Shaoping. “There are traces of spiritual energy flowing between his breaths. This is the method of fetal breathing, which many cultivators cannot learn even after a lifetime of practice, but he was born with it.”

Although my mother didn't understand cultivation, she was very happy to hear my father say that.

"This child takes after you."

“No, whatever you say.” The father laughed. “If I were like him, I’d just be a brute. If I were like you, I’d be a genius.”

His mother gave him a reproachful look, but didn't say anything, though her eyes were full of smiles.

Chapter Six: One Year

A year has passed in the blink of an eye.

Fu Shaoping is one year old.

In the past year, he has grown a lot taller, transforming from a wrinkled little baby into a chubby little boy. He has learned to roll over, sit, crawl, and is now trying to learn to walk.

Of course, these are all superficial.

In fact, he had already cultivated the "Primordial Unity Technique" to the second level—this was a technique that Master Yuehua passed on to him on the fifth page. Although he had not yet become an apprentice in this life, the technique was already engraved in his mind and he could cultivate it at any time.

His cultivation level has reached the first level of Qi Refining.

A one-year-old baby, at the first level of Qi Refining.

This was something unheard of in the entire Eastern Region.

"Shaoping, come here to your father." The father squatted down not far away, with his arms outstretched.

Fu Shaoping leaned against the wall, standing unsteadily, looked at his father, and then took his first step.

"Pfft."

He fell down.

"Shaoping!" His mother ran over, her heart aching.

"Don't help him up," the father stopped the mother. "Let him stand up on his own."

The mother hesitated for a moment, then stopped.

Fu Shaoping lay on the ground, not crying. He propped himself up on his little arms, trying to get up, but fell down again, got up again, fell down again, got up again…

On the fifth attempt, he finally managed to stand firm.

Then, he took the second step.

third step.

Step 4.

Step 5.

He walked unsteadily towards his father, step by step.

"Good! Good!" The father's eyes reddened with emotion. He picked him up and lifted him high above his head. "My Shaoping, you're amazing!"

The mother came over, wiping away her tears, and said with a smile, "This child is just as stubborn as you."

“It’s good that he’s stubborn.” The father put Fu Shaoping down and pinched his little face. “Only stubborn people can go further.”

Chapter Seven: Literacy

When he was one and a half years old, his mother began to teach Fu Shaoping to read.

His mother came from a scholarly family and, though she couldn't cultivate herself, she was well-versed in literature. She taught Fu Shaoping to read using a copy of the "Thousand Character Classic," starting with "Heaven and Earth were dark and yellow, the universe was vast and desolate," teaching him one character at a time.

Fu Shaoping learned very quickly.

It wasn't because he was a genius, but because he already knew them. He had learned these characters in previous lives, and in greater depth and breadth. But he couldn't make it too obvious—it would be too astonishing for a one-and-a-half-year-old child to know thousands of characters.

So he only showed that he was a little smarter than other children. He could memorize words after learning them only three times, while other children needed to learn them ten times. When his mother praised him for being smart, he would giggle and pretend to be very happy.

"This child has such a good memory," the mother said to the father. "He can remember all the words I've taught him."

“Of course,” the father said proudly. “Don’t you know whose son he is?”

His mother rolled her eyes at him: "Back when you were in school, your teacher used to spank your hands."

The father chuckled sheepishly, "That's because I was ignorant when I was little..."

Fu Shaoping couldn't help but laugh as he listened to their conversation.

The father in this life is really adorable.

Chapter Eight: Elixir

When he was two years old, Fu Shaoping began to try his hand at alchemy.

Of course, he wasn't actually refining pills—he was only two years old and couldn't even reach the alchemy furnace. What he was doing was identifying medicinal herbs.

My mother planted some medicinal herbs in the backyard, all common varieties, such as Green Spirit Grass, Purple Leaf Orchid, and Spirit Gathering Root. She planted these for my father to use in alchemy. Most of the pills my father needed for cultivation were made by himself, but he would occasionally buy them from the market.

Every day, Fu Shaoping would run to the backyard, squat in front of the spiritual herbs, and observe them carefully. He would smell the scent of the Green Spirit Grass, touch the leaves of the Purple Leaf Orchid, and count the growth rings of the spiritual root.

"Shaoping, what are you looking at?" His mother walked over and asked curiously.

"Cao Cao," Fu Shaoping said in a childish voice, pointing at the Qingling Grass.

The mother smiled and said, "That's Qingling grass, not grass."

"Green—Spirit—Grass." Fu Shaoping pronounced each word carefully.

“Yes, the Green Spirit Grass.” The mother squatted down and pointed to the Purple Leaf Orchid. “What about this one?”

Fu Shaoping tilted his head and thought for a moment: "Purple...leaf...orchid?"

His mother looked at him in surprise: "You remember?"

Fu Shaoping nodded, then pointed to the Spirit Gathering Root: "Spirit Gathering... Root."

The mother was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled, and as she smiled, tears fell down her face.

"Shaoping, you're so smart." She hugged Fu Shaoping in her arms. "Mother is so happy."

Fu Shaoping leaned on her shoulder, a warm feeling welling up in his heart.

My mother in this life is so good.

Chapter Nine: The First Time Cultivating. When Fu Shaoping was three years old, his father began to formally teach him cultivation.

The first step in cultivation is to guide qi into the body.

The father placed a book on "Basic Breathing Techniques" in front of Fu Shaoping and patiently explained, "Shaoping, look, cultivation is as natural as breathing. Sit down first, close your eyes, and then slowly inhale, imagining the spiritual energy of heaven and earth flowing through your nose into your dantian..."

Following his father's instructions, Fu Shaoping sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to practice breathing exercises.

He didn't use the "Basic Breathing Method" taught by his father, but instead used the breathing method from the "Hun Yuan Gui Yi Jue"—which was far more refined than what his father had taught him.

With the first breath, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged into the body like a tide.

With the second breath, spiritual energy condensed into a small vortex in the dantian.

With the third inhalation, the first wisp of spiritual energy appeared in the vortex.

With the fourth inhalation, the wisp of spiritual energy flowed slowly along the meridians.

With the fifth breath, the spiritual energy completed a small cycle within the body.

Fu Shaoping opened his eyes and looked at his father.

His father stared at him blankly, his mouth agape enough to fit an egg.

"You...you've drawn qi into your body?"

Fu Shaoping nodded.

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

"Good! Good! Good!"

He said "good" three times in a row, picked up Fu Shaoping and spun him around in the yard three times.

"Qingshan, what are you doing? Don't drop Shaoping!" his mother shouted from inside the house.

"It's alright! It's alright!" The father put Fu Shaoping down, squatted down, and placed his hands on his shoulders, his eyes filled with excitement. "Shaoping, do you know what you just did?"

Fu Shaoping blinked: "Cultivation?"

"Yes! Cultivation!" The father nodded vigorously. "You succeeded in drawing qi into your body on your first try, and it only took five breaths! Do you know how amazing that is?"

Fu Shaoping shook his head—of course he knew, but he couldn't show it.

"Back then, it took your father three whole days to first guide my Qi into my body!" the father said, his eyes filled with pride. "You're much better than your father!"

Fu Shaoping looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"Father is amazing too."

The father was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Good! Good! My Shaoping, not only is he skilled in cultivation, but he also knows how to flatter!"

Chapter Ten - First Level of Qi Refining

After successfully drawing qi into his body, Fu Shaoping officially entered the first level of Qi Refining.

A three-year-old at the first level of Qi Refining.

The father carefully kept this news a secret. He knew what a three-year-old at the first level of Qi Refining meant—it meant that this child could very well become one of the strongest cultivators in the Eastern Region. It also meant that countless people would covet this child, wanting to take him away or destroy him.

"Shaoping, remember, don't reveal your cultivation level outside," his father said sternly. "If anyone asks you, just say you're still at the first level of Qi Refining. No, just say you haven't yet guided Qi into your body. Understand?"

Fu Shaoping nodded.

Of course he knew.

A tree that stands out in the forest will surely be felled by the wind. He understood this principle from the very first page.

"Also, don't tell anyone about the cultivation technique you practice," the father continued. "If anyone asks, just say it's the Fu family's inherited technique. Understand?"

Fu Shaoping nodded again.

"Good boy." His father patted his head. "When you grow up, you won't have to hide it anymore. Then you can cultivate however you want and become as powerful as you want."

Fu Shaoping looked at him and suddenly asked, "Father, when I grow up, will I be able to protect Mother?"

The father was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

"Yes. When you grow up, you'll be able to protect your mother."

"Then I'll grow up quickly," Fu Shaoping said earnestly.

His father looked at him, and his eyes suddenly reddened.

"Okay, okay." He hugged Fu Shaoping tightly. "My Shaoping, you've grown up."

Chapter Eleven: Family School

When he was four years old, Fu Shaoping was sent to the family school.

The family academy was established by the Fu family specifically for its members, from the age of four to twelve. Students learned literacy, arithmetic, basic cultivation techniques, and family history. Those with outstanding academic performance were recommended to the sect's academy for further study.

Fu Shaoping wasn't very interested in these courses. He had long since mastered literacy and arithmetic; he knew more about the basics of cultivation than his teacher; and he could recite his family history fluently.

But he couldn't show it.

So he pretended to be an ordinary child, studying, writing, and meditating with everyone else. He "diligently" learned what the teacher taught and "seriously" did the homework assigned by the teacher. He neither stood out nor held back, quietly being an average student.

But some things cannot be hidden.

For example, his memory.

"Fu Shaoping, come and recite the Thousand Character Classic." The teacher called on him.

Fu Shaoping stood up and recited fluently: "Heaven and earth were dark and yellow, the universe was vast and boundless. The sun and moon waxed and waned, the stars and constellations were arrayed. Cold came and heat went, autumn harvested and winter stored. Leap years made up the year, the musical scales harmonized the seasons..."

He recited it perfectly, word for word, even his pauses were just right.

The man looked at him in surprise: "You...you memorized it?"

Fu Shaoping shook his head: "I remember everything the teacher taught me."

The man was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Very good, sit down."

After class, several classmates gathered around.

"Fu Shaoping, how are you so amazing? You can memorize the Thousand Character Classic, which is so long?"

"Yes, I only remembered the first few sentences."

"Did you secretly use some kind of magic potion?"

Fu Shaoping shook his head: "No. I just... can remember it."

The students looked at each other, their eyes filled with envy.

Fu Shaoping didn't say much, packed his schoolbag, and left the school.

He knew this was just the beginning.

His "special" nature will be discovered sooner or later.

But it's okay.

He was ready.

At the age of five, Fu Shaoping's cultivation level broke through to the third level of Qi Refining.

This speed is considered fast among ordinary cultivators, but only average among geniuses. After all, the advantages of the Five Elements Chaos Spiritual Root gradually become apparent as cultivation level increases. During the Qi Refining stage, the advantages are not yet obvious.

But Fu Shaoping wasn't in a hurry.

He has plenty of time.

In this life, he plans to take it slow.

Slowly cultivate yourself, slowly grow up, and slowly experience every moment of this life.

Because in this life, he has parents.

He has a loving father and a gentle mother.

It feels like home.

He had never experienced this feeling in his previous lives. (End of Chapter)