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

In this life, he has everything.

He has top-grade spiritual roots, loving parents, and a warm home.

He didn't want to let all of this down.

"Shaoping, come and eat!" His mother's voice came from the kitchen.

"Coming!" Fu Shaoping responded and ran into the house.

On the table were his favorite dishes: sweet and sour fish, braised pork, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and a bowl of steaming chicken soup.

"Why are there so many dishes today?" he asked curiously.

His mother smiled and patted his head: "Because your father passed the test today and advanced to the late stage of the Golden Core realm."

"Father is amazing!" Fu Shaoping looked at his father with eyes full of admiration—this admiration was genuine, not feigned. Although his father in this life was not as powerful and influential as Fu Qingshan in previous lives, his love for his wife and son was real and unwavering.

The father scratched his head sheepishly: "It's nothing special, just luck."

"What luck? That's skill!" the mother retorted.

"Yes, yes, that's right, strength." The father smiled and put a piece of braised pork on the mother's plate. "Wan'er, you eat too."

The family of three sat around the table, chatting and laughing as they ate their meal.

Looking at his parents, Fu Shaoping felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

This life is truly wonderful.

Chapter Thirteen: Five Years
Five years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Fu Shaoping is ten years old.

Over the past five years, he has grown considerably taller, transforming from a chubby little baby into a handsome young man. His cultivation level has also increased from the first level of Qi Refining to the seventh level.

This speed, while not fast among geniuses, wasn't slow either. He deliberately suppressed his cultivation level, not wanting to attract too much attention. After all, a ten-year-old at the seventh level of Qi Refining was already quite impressive in Qingyang City, but not extraordinary.

His knowledge steadily improved under the "influence" of the family academy. He learned to write poetry and couplets, to perform arithmetic reasoning, to learn basic formations, and to learn the basics of alchemy. Of course, he already knew these things, but he "learned" them very diligently, which satisfied his teachers.

His social circle was also gradually expanding. He became friends with several classmates his age, studying, practicing, and playing together. Although he saw these friends as children, he cherished this pure friendship.

Because this was an experience he had never had before.

In his previous lives, he was either alone, ostracized, or busy with cultivation, and never had a real childhood.

In this life, he finally had it.

"Shaoping, let's go catch spirit rabbits in the back mountain tomorrow!" A classmate named Fu Shaoyun ran over and said excitedly.

Fu Shaoyun shares the same name as the Fu Shaoyun on page five. In this life, Fu Shaoyun is the legitimate son of the fourth branch of the family, two years older than him. He is cheerful, righteous, and his best friend.

"Okay." Fu Shaoping nodded with a smile.

“I’m going too!” Another classmate named Fu Shaojie chimed in. In this life, Fu Shaojie was the legitimate son of the second wife, the same age as him. He was calm, quiet, and reliable.

“Then I’ll go too!” There was another one named Fu Shaohua, the eldest son of the main wife, who was shy but kind-hearted.

The four boys agreed to go to the back mountain to catch spirit rabbits together the next day.

Fu Shaoping returned home and told his mother the news.

"Catch the spirit rabbit?" His mother smiled and patted his head. "Okay, go ahead. Remember to come back early, don't stay out too late."

"Understood, Mother." Fu Shaoping nodded.

"Shaoping." His father walked over, squatted down, and looked at him. "Although the back mountain isn't too dangerous, you still need to be careful. If you encounter any monsters, run away. Don't be reckless. Understand?"

"Understood, Father."

The father thought for a moment, then took out a talisman from his pocket and handed it to him: "This is a 'Void Escape Talisman.' If you encounter danger, crush it, and it will teleport you to a safe place."

Fu Shaoping took the talisman, a warm feeling welling up in his heart.

"Thank you, Father."

Chapter Fourteen: The Back Mountain
The back mountain is a property owned by the Fu family.

The mountain was covered with spiritual herbs and home to some low-level demonic beasts. Spirit rabbits were among them; they fed on these herbs, their meat was delicious and contained a certain amount of spiritual energy, making them the favorite prey of the Fu family members.

Four boys, carrying bows and arrows, went up the mountain in high spirits.

"Shaoping, have you ever hunted?" Fu Shaoyun asked.

Fu Shaoping shook his head: "No. The first time."

“Then you follow behind me and watch me hunt.” Fu Shaoyun patted his chest. “I’m a hunting expert!”

Fu Shaojie and Fu Shaohua both laughed.

"You're just bragging," Fu Shaojie said. "You even got kicked by the Spirit Rabbit last time."

"That was an accident!" Fu Shaoyun exclaimed, his face flushed. "That spirit rabbit was too big; I didn't notice!"

The four of them chatted and laughed as they walked up the mountain.

After walking for about half an hour, a rustling sound suddenly came from ahead.

"There's movement!" Fu Shaoyun lowered his voice and raised his bow and arrow.

The four held their breath and slowly approached.

In the grass, a gray spirit rabbit was nibbling on a medicinal herb. It was small, fluffy, and looked very cute.

"Watch this!" Fu Shaoyun drew his bow, nocked an arrow, and aimed at the spirit rabbit.

"Whoosh!"

The arrow was shot out and struck the rabbit's hind leg.

The rabbit let out a miserable cry and limped away into the depths of the grass.

"Chase!" Fu Shaoyun took the lead and gave chase.

Fu Shaoping and the other two followed closely behind.

The rabbit was incredibly fast; even injured, it ran faster than a human. The four boys chased it for a long time, but couldn't catch it.

"I can't go on, I can't go on, I can't run anymore." Fu Shaoyun stopped, panting heavily.

Fu Shaojie and Fu Shaohua also stopped, panting heavily.

Only Fu Shaoping remained unfazed.

"Shaoping, how come you're not tired?" Fu Shaoyun looked at him in surprise.

Fu Shaoping smiled slightly: "I exercise regularly."

That's the truth. He runs and practices martial arts in the yard every morning to exercise. Although cultivation is important, physical health is fundamental and cannot be neglected.

"You're really amazing." Fu Shaoyun gave him a thumbs up.

Fu Shaoping didn't say much, but pointed ahead and said, "That spirit rabbit ran into that cave."

The four of them looked at the cave.

The cave is small, and the entrance is covered by weeds, so it is not easily found unless you look carefully.

"Shall we go in and take a look?" Fu Shaoyun asked.

Fu Shaoping shook his head: "No. There might be danger in the cave."

"What's there to be afraid of? There are four of us." Fu Shaoyun said dismissively.

"Let's listen to Shaoping," Fu Shaojie said. "There might indeed be danger in the cave."

Fu Shaohua nodded, "Yes, let's go back."

Fu Shaoyun hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, I'll do as you say."

The four turned around and walked down the mountain.

After walking a few steps, Fu Shaoping suddenly stopped.

He sensed an extremely faint... contractual fluctuation within the cave.

That was a familiar fluctuation to him.

“You all go back first,” he said. “I’ll go in and take a look.” “What?” Fu Shaoyun was taken aback. “Didn’t you say it was dangerous?”

“I know what I’m doing,” Fu Shaoping said, as he walked into the cave.

"Shaoping!" Fu Shaoyun tried to grab him, but he gently pushed her away.

"Don't worry, I'll be out soon."

Fu Shaoping's figure disappeared into the darkness.

Chapter Fifteen: The Cave
The cave wasn't deep; we reached the end in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

On the stone wall at the end, a huge contract rune was carved. The rune had faded, leaving only faint traces, and Fu Shaoping would not have noticed it at all if he hadn't been extremely sensitive to the Dao of Contracts.

“This is… an ancient contract rune,” he murmured.

He reached out and gently touched the rune.

The runes suddenly lit up, and an ancient, profound thought entered his mind:

"Latercomer, your ability to sense this place indicates that you possess a talent for contracts. I am the ancient rogue cultivator 'Qingshi Zhenren,' who has devoted my life to studying the Dao of Contracts. Sealed within this cave is one of my contract inheritances—'Qingshi Contract Seal.' If you can decipher it, you can inherit my mantle."

Fu Shaoping's heart stirred.

Bluestone seal.

On page four, he also received this inheritance.

Unexpectedly, we met here again in this life.

He sat down cross-legged and began to study the runes.

An hour later, he opened his eyes, and a blue contract rune appeared in his palm.

The bluestone seal is complete.

He stood up and solemnly bowed to the stone wall.

"Thank you, senior."

The runes on the stone wall slowly dimmed and disappeared completely.

Fu Shaoping turned around and walked out of the cave.

Outside the cave, Fu Shaoyun and the other two were waiting anxiously.

"Shaoping! You've finally come out!" Fu Shaoyun ran over. "Are you alright?"

"It's nothing." Fu Shaoping smiled slightly. "Let's go home."

The four of them descended the mountain.

As the sun set, their shadows stretched long.

Fu Shaoping walked at the very back, looking at the backs of the three teenagers ahead, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

In this life, he has friends.

Have true, genuine friends who are free from any ulterior motives.

This feeling is wonderful.

The ages of ten to twelve are the most beautiful time of adolescence.

Fu Shaoping grew rapidly, transforming from a delicate-looking boy into a tall, handsome young man. His voice began to deepen, his Adam's apple became slightly prominent, and fine downy hair sprouted on his chin. Every time his mother saw him, she would smile and say that he had "grown up."

His cultivation level steadily improved from the seventh level of Qi Refining to the ninth level. This speed was considered above average among the geniuses of Qingyang City; it wouldn't attract too much attention, nor would it make him look down on. He deliberately maintained this pace—not too fast, not too slow, just slightly better than most people, but not so much better that it would arouse envy.

"Shaoping, you'll be participating in the family competition next year." His father brought it up at the dinner table, a hint of expectation in his voice. "Are you confident?"

Fu Shaoping picked up a piece of braised pork, chewed it slowly, and then nodded: "Yes."

"Good!" the father smiled. "If you can make it into the top ten, I'll give you a magic artifact."

"A magical artifact?" the mother asked curiously. "What kind of magical artifact?"

The father winked mysteriously: "It's a secret."

Fu Shaoping couldn't help but laugh at his father's deliberately mysterious demeanor. He knew what his father was going to give him—it was a low-grade magic weapon called the "Azure Edge Sword," which his father had used when he was young. Although its grade was not high, it was lightweight and sharp, making it very suitable for disciples in the Qi Refining stage.

"Shaoping, don't listen to your father," his mother scolded. "When he was young, he didn't even make it into the top twenty in the competition. He even gave you a magic weapon. You should focus on improving your own cultivation first."

The father gave an awkward laugh: "That wasn't back then...back then..."

"Back then what?" His mother looked at him with a half-smile.

“Back then… I let them have their way,” the father said, forcing himself to speak.

The mother chuckled, and Fu Shaoping laughed along. The family of three was filled with joy.

Chapter Seventeen: The Clan Grand Competition
The day of the family competition has finally arrived.

On this day, the Fu family's martial arts arena was packed with people. Hundreds of disciples participated in the competition, and together with the clansmen and relatives who came to watch, the entire arena was completely surrounded.

Fu Shaoping stood calmly in the queue of contestants. He wore a blue Taoist robe, with the Qingfeng sword given to him by his father hanging at his waist. He was like a green bamboo, upright and reserved.

"Shaoping!" Fu Shaoyun squeezed through the crowd and patted him on the shoulder. "Let's hope we don't end up in the same group, or I don't want to play against you."

Fu Shaoping smiled slightly: "That's not necessarily true. Who can say for sure about the lottery?"

"Pah! Pah! You jinx!" Fu Shaoyun quickly spat a few times. "I don't want to be eliminated in the first round."

Fu Shaojie and Fu Shaohua also came over, and the four of them stood together, chatting in hushed tones.

The draw began quickly. Fu Shaoping's opponent was a collateral descendant of the third branch of the family, named Fu Shaokang, who was at the eighth level of Qi Refining.

"Shaoping, keep it up!" Fu Shaoyun cheered him on.

Fu Shaoping nodded and stepped onto the stage.

Opposite him, Fu Shaokang had already stood still. He was a burly young man, half a head taller than Fu Shaoping, and he held a heavy iron sword in his hand.

"Fu Shaoping, I heard you're the genius of the third branch of the family?" Fu Shaokang grinned. "Today I'll see just how genius you really are."

Fu Shaoping didn't speak, but simply drew his Qingfeng sword, tip pointing downwards, and slightly lowered his head—this was the starting stance of the Fu family swordsmanship, to show respect to his opponent.

Fu Shaokang was displeased by his unhurried manner, so he shouted and slashed with his sword!
The iron sword was heavy, and this strike was powerful and forceful, creating a whooshing sound!

Fu Shaoping dodged to the side, lightly tapping his Qingfeng sword, the tip of which touched Fu Shaokang's iron sword briefly before retracting.

"clang!"

With a soft sound, Fu Shaokang's iron sword was deflected, and his body staggered.

Fu Shaokang's expression changed, and he quickly steadied himself, sweeping his sword horizontally once more!
Fu Shaoping still did not take the blows head-on. His figure was like a butterfly flitting among flowers, shuttling through the sword light. He dodged the attacks perfectly each time, while using his Qingfeng sword to lightly tap his opponent's iron sword, constantly wearing down his opponent's strength.

Ten moves, twenty moves, thirty moves...

Fu Shaokang was panting heavily, and the iron sword in his hand grew heavier and heavier. He felt that every attack he made was like hitting cotton, soft and powerless.

Fu Shaoping, however, remained calm and composed.

"What... what kind of playing style is this?" Fu Shaokang asked angrily.

Fu Shaoping smiled slightly: "Family-inherited swordsmanship."

He gave his opponent no chance to breathe. The Qingfeng sword suddenly accelerated, its light flashing like lightning, and struck Fu Shaokang's iron sword seven times in succession!
"Clang clang clang clang clang clang!"

With seven crisp sounds, Fu Shaokang's iron sword flew out of his hand and landed on the ground.

Fu Shaokang stood there, stunned, staring at his empty hands, his face full of disbelief.

"I...I lost?"

Fu Shaoping sheathed his sword, cupped his hands, and said, "Thank you for your kind offer."

The entire audience erupted in applause.

My father was in the audience, beaming from ear to ear. My mother was there too, standing beside him, her eyes filled with pride.

"Shaoping is really amazing!" Mother said, holding Father's hand. "He's much better than you were back then."

The father gave an awkward smile and remained silent, but the smugness in his eyes was impossible to hide. (End of Chapter)