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

The mountain peak soared into the clouds, its entire body pure white, resembling a giant ice sword piercing the sky. At the foot of the mountain stood an ancient stone tablet. Inscribed on the tablet were several simple, ancient characters: "Contract Peak, the sacred land of contractors. Those who are not contractors are not allowed to enter."

Without hesitation, Fu Shaoping embarked on his mountain climbing journey.

On Contract Peak, wind and snow raged. The higher one climbed, the stronger the wind, the heavier the snow, and the lower the temperature. By the time they reached the halfway point, even the protective spiritual energy of a Golden Core cultivator was insufficient to withstand the biting cold.

But Fu Shaoping didn't stop. He knew that what he wanted was at the top of the mountain.

He climbed upwards step by step, with great difficulty.

Seven days later, he finally reached the summit.

At the summit, there stood a small stone temple. The temple was simple and unadorned, with only a single stone door. Engraved on the door was a large contract rune.

Fu Shaoping walked to the stone gate and gently touched it. The stone gate slowly opened.

The hall was empty. Only a stone tablet stood in the center. Inscribed on the tablet were several lines of text:
"I am Tianqizi, an ancient cultivator of contracts. I have devoted my life to studying the Dao of Contracts and have finally attained enlightenment. However, the Dao of Heaven is unpredictable, and I too could not escape my fate. Before my death, I leave this stone tablet, awaiting a destined person. If you can decipher the contract runes on the stone tablet, you may inherit my legacy. If not, then descend the mountain."

Fu Shaoping stared intently at the stone tablet. "Heavenly Contract Child." Page four—he had seen this name before in the Fu family ancestral land. Page five—he had seen this name again in the Netherworld Secret Realm. Unexpectedly, in this life, he encountered him here once more.

“I see,” he murmured. “The lineage of each generation originates from the same source.”

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

The runes on the stone tablet were far more profound than Fu Shaoping had imagined. They didn't seem to be man-made; rather, they appeared to have arisen naturally from heaven and earth. Each rune contained a true meaning of the Way of the Contract: fairness, order, protection, purification, judgment, balance, chaos, yin and yang, life and death…

Fu Shaoping studied each rune one by one, comparing them with the knowledge of contracts he had accumulated in his previous lives. One month, two months, three months... He was immersed in the ocean of the Way of Contracts, forgetting time, forgetting space, forgetting himself.

He didn't know how much time had passed. Maybe a few months, maybe a year, maybe ten years. He finally deciphered the last rune.

The stone tablet shattered with a crash, transforming into a stream of light that entered his brow. The complete inheritance of the Heavenly Contract Master—the full version of "The Great Dao of Heavenly Contract"—along with his lifelong insights into contracts, all surged into Fu Shaoping's sea of ​​consciousness.

Fu Shaoping closed his eyes to process the information, and only opened them after a long while. He stood up, feeling the massive amount of information in his mind, and an indescribable calm welled up in his heart.

He had finally found the way of the contract. From now on, he no longer needed to seek any inheritance. He himself was the inheritance.

When Fu Shaoping left Contract Peak, his cultivation had broken through to the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm. He had spent a full year meditating at the summit, not only obtaining the complete inheritance of the Heavenly Contract Child, but also elevating his own Dao of Contracts to a new level.

He walked through the wind and snow, his steps unhurried. The wind and snow could no longer hinder him, the cold could no longer erode him. He seemed to have become one with this world, a part of the way of the contract.

A month later, he returned to the Qingyun Sect.

When Master Yuehua saw him, her eyes were filled with relief: "Shaoping, you're back."

Fu Shaoping walked up to her and bowed respectfully: "Master, your disciple has returned."

Master Yuehua looked at him, her gaze profound: "You've changed."

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

Master Yuehua nodded without asking further questions. She simply took out a token from her bosom and handed it to Fu Shaoping: "Three years from now, the Eastern Region will hold the Golden Core Grand Competition. At that time, Golden Core disciples from all the major sects in the Eastern Region will participate. The winner will gain the qualification to enter the Ancient Battlefield. I hope you can participate."

Fu Shaoping accepted the token and solemnly said, "This disciple will certainly not fail in his mission."

Three years.

Fu Shaoping set a goal for himself: to break through to the late stage of the Golden Core realm within three years and prepare for the Golden Core Grand Competition.

He began cultivating even more fervently. Every morning, he would meditate atop Moonflower Peak, absorbing the power of the moonlight. In the mornings, he would study the "Great Dao of Heavenly Contracts," seeking deeper insights into the mysteries of the Dao of Contracts. In the afternoons, he would immerse himself in the alchemy room, refining various elixirs to improve his alchemy skills. At night, he would remain secluded in his cultivation chamber, gradually integrating the day's accumulations into his golden core.

His cultivation level improved slowly but steadily under such intense training. In the first year, he reached the peak of the mid-stage Golden Core realm. In the second year, he reached the late-stage Golden Core realm. In the third year, he reached the peak of the late-stage Golden Core realm.

When he emerged from seclusion, the entire Qingyun Sect was in an uproar.

"Fu Shaoping has broken through to the peak of the late Golden Core stage!"

"He's only twenty-three years old, right? A twenty-three-year-old at the peak of the late Golden Core stage?!"

"My God! How did he do that?"

"Is the Way of Contracts... really that powerful?"

There was much discussion and exclamations of amazement.

Fu Shaoping ignored these discussions. He knew that reaching the peak of the late Golden Core stage was just the beginning. His goals were the Golden Core Grand Competition, the ancient battlefield, and the ultimate secrets of the Dao of Contracts.

The day of the Golden Elixir Grand Competition has finally arrived.

On this day, dozens of Golden Core stage disciples gathered in front of the Qingyun Sect's mountain gate. They were all the most outstanding geniuses of the Qingyun Sect's generation, representing the sect in the Eastern Region Golden Core Competition. Leading the group was True Person Yuehua, who stood at the very front, her gaze sweeping over the crowd as she slowly spoke: "The Golden Core Competition is held every three years. Your participation this time represents the face of the Qingyun Sect. I hope you return alive, and I hope you bring back honor."

Everyone responded in unison. Master Yuehua raised his hand and cast a spell. In the void, a huge gate of light slowly appeared.

"Go in."

The crowd filed in. Fu Shaoping was the last to step through the gate of light. Behind him stood the mountain gate of the Qingyun Sect. Ahead lay an unknown battlefield.

The Golden Core Grand Competition will be held in Tianque City, the largest immortal city in the Eastern Region. Tianque City is the core of the Eastern Region, a bustling hub of cultivators. It houses not only the headquarters of major sects but also countless shops, markets, and auction houses, making it the most vibrant place in the Eastern Region.

Fu Shaoping arrived at Tianque City with the Qingyun Sect's delegation. The city was already filled with Golden Core stage disciples from all over the Eastern Region. They wore various colored Daoist robes, held various magical artifacts, and their auras varied in strength, but they were all among the best of the Golden Core stage.

The competition was held in the martial arts arena in the city center. The arena was enormous, large enough to accommodate tens of thousands of spectators. Defensive formations were erected around the arena to ensure that the battle would not affect the audience.

At the opening ceremony, the city lord of Tianque City—an old cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage—delivered a passionate speech: "Gentlemen, the Golden Core Competition is a grand event in the cultivation world of the Eastern Region. You are all geniuses of your respective sects and the future of the Eastern Region. I hope that you will demonstrate your skills, style, and friendship in the competition!"

Thunderous applause erupted. Fu Shaoping stood calmly in the crowd. His gaze swept over the throng, landing on a high platform in the distance. There sat representatives from various sects. Among them was a familiar figure—Ye. That person had also come.

The draw began quickly.

Fu Shaoping's first opponent was Xue Shazi, a late-stage Golden Core disciple of the Blood Fiend Sect. Xue Shazi had a sinister face, and his body was surrounded by a dense aura of bloodlust. He held a blood-red longsword, the blade of which faintly shimmered with blood light.

"Fu Shaoping? You're the genius who rose from the ashes?" Xue Shazi sneered. "Today, I'll show you what it means to be outmatched!"

Fu Shaoping looked at him calmly: "Make your move."

Enraged, Xue Shazi unleashed a powerful slash! The crimson blade, carrying a thick, pungent stench, aimed directly at Fu Shaoping's face! This strike was incredibly powerful, capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks!
Fu Shaoping did not retreat. He drew his sword, and the Moonflower Sword was unsheathed!

"Nine Swords of Moonlight - Moon Rises Over the Eastern Mountain!"

The sword light, as gentle and lingering as the moon, collided violently with the crimson blade light! The clash of sword and blade unleashed a deafening roar! Xue Shazi staggered back three steps, while Fu Shaoping remained unmoved! Xue Shazi's expression changed drastically! He, a late-stage Golden Core cultivator, had unleashed a full-force strike, only to have it easily blocked by a mere youth of the same level?

"Impossible!" he roared, and unleashed another slash!

Fu Shaoping still did not back down.

"Nine Swords of Moonlight - Moon Shines Over the Great River!" The sword light surged like a tide, continuous and unending, dissolving Blood Fiend's blade aura one by one.

"Nine Swords of Moonlight - Moon Shifts Flower Shadows!" The sword light was like a shadow, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion, forcing Xue Shazi into a frantic state.

"Nine Swords of Moonlight - Moonset and Crow's Cry!" The sword light flashes like lightning, a single strike is fatal!

A bloody gash appeared on Xue Shazi's chest, slashed open by the sword light. If Fu Shaoping had intended to kill him earlier, this sword would have already pierced his heart.

Blood Fiend's face turned deathly pale, and he collapsed to his knees, utterly defeated: "I...I lost..."

The entire stadium fell silent. Then, deafening cheers erupted!

"Fu Shaoping! Fu Shaoping! Fu Shaoping!"

Those who had doubted him before are now cheering for him!
Fu Shaoping remained calm, sheathed his sword, and turned to walk off the stage.

First round, victory.

In the second round, he defeated the late-stage Golden Core sword cultivator from the Heavenly Sword Sect in thirty moves.

In the third round, he defeated the late-stage Golden Core Beast Tamer from the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect in fifty moves.

In the fourth round, he defeated the late-stage Golden Core female cultivator from Xuanbing Valley in eighty moves.

The fifth round was against Jian Wuhen, the chief disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect—a Golden Core cultivator at the Great Perfection stage, who was said to have already touched the threshold of the Nascent Soul stage.

The two stood facing each other on the ring.

Jian Wuhen looked at him, his gaze sharp as a sword: "Fu Shaoping, the fact that you've come this far proves you have real strength. But your path ends here."

Fu Shaoping smiled slightly: "Is that so?"

Without another word, Jian Wuhen drew his sword! It was a superior-grade magic weapon, the "Heavenly Sword," its blade entirely silver-white, with a faint sword aura flowing along its edge. He thrust the sword forward, its light like a rainbow, aiming straight for Fu Shaoping's throat!

Fu Shaoping did not retreat. He drew his sword, and the Moonflower Sword was unsheathed!

"Nine Swords of Moonlight - Moon Rises Over the Eastern Mountain!"

The sword light, as gentle and lingering as the moon, collided violently with the light of the Heavenly Sword! The two swords clashed, unleashing a piercing metallic clang! Both men retreated three steps, their strength evenly matched!
A hint of surprise flashed in Jian Wuhen's eyes: "Excellent swordsmanship!"

He drew his sword again, and this time, the sword light was even sharper and faster!
Fu Shaoping still did not back down.

"Nine Swords of Moonlight - Moon Illuminates the Great River!" The sword light surged like a tide, continuous and unending, dissolving the Heavenly Sword's light one by one.

"Nine Swords of Moonlight - Moon Shifts Flower Shadows!" The sword light was like a shadow, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion, forcing Jian Wuhen to be distracted in his response.

"Nine Swords of Moonlight - Moonset and Crow's Cry!" The sword light flashes like lightning, a single strike is fatal!

Jian Wuhen's expression changed slightly, and he dodged to the side, but the sword light still tore through his sleeve.

"Good!" he shouted, his fighting spirit intensifying. "Fu Shaoping, you are the first opponent I've ever taken seriously!"

He took a deep breath, and his sword intent surged!
"Nine Forms of Heavenly Sword - Ninth Form: Heavenly Sword Without Trace!"

This was his strongest sword strike, a trump card he had never used in front of anyone before! The sword light was as vast and boundless as the sky, enveloping the entire arena!
Fu Shaoping stared at the overwhelming sword light, his expression remaining calm. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were deep and unfathomable.

"Nine Swords of Moonlight - Ninth Form - Moonfall Returns to Roots".

This technique was something he had come to understand from the Way of Contracts. He had never used it before. The sword light was like the moon, gentle and serene, as if it wanted to return everything to its origin.

The two sword lights collided with a deafening roar! There was no earth-shattering explosion, only silent annihilation. The Heavenly Sword light slowly dissipated within the Moonlight Sword light, like ice and snow meeting the sun, without a sound.

Jian Wuhen's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief: "This... how is this possible..."

Fu Shaoping sheathed his sword, looked at him, and said calmly, "You lost."

Jian Wuhen looked down. On his chest, on his clothes, there was a thin sword mark that had appeared at some point. The sword mark had just grazed his heart, but it wasn't deep; it had only torn his clothes.

If Fu Shaoping had wanted to kill him earlier, he would already be a corpse.

Jian Wuhen remained silent for a long time before finally bowing his head: "I lost."

The entire stadium erupted in deafening cheers once again.

"Fu Shaoping! Fu Shaoping! Fu Shaoping!"

Fu Shaoping stood on the arena, his expression calm. His gaze swept over the crowd and landed on a distant platform. There, Ye Zheng looked at him and smiled slightly.

In the Golden Elixir Competition, Fu Shaoping won all nine matches and took first place.

When the results were announced, the entire arena erupted in cheers. Those who had previously doubted him were now cheering for him. Fu Shaoping stood calmly on the stage, accepting the cheers from the crowd.

But in his heart, he thought of Ye.

Why does that person appear in every lifetime? Who exactly is he? And where is the "end" he speaks of?

He has no answers to these questions for the time being.

But he knew that one day he would find the answer.

After the Golden Core Competition concluded, the top ten contestants earned the qualification to enter the Ancient Battlefield.

The ancient battlefield, located 30,000 miles west of the Eastern Region, is a sealed, independent space. In ancient times, powerful human beings fought a decisive battle here against extraterrestrial demons, ultimately sealing the demons but perishing here themselves. The battlefield holds countless opportunities: relics of ancient cultivators, lost cultivation techniques, rare spiritual herbs… but also countless dangers: remaining restrictions, mutated demonic beasts, and the remnant souls of extraterrestrial demons.

Fu Shaoping, along with the top ten contestants, stepped through the gate of light.

After a dizzying spin, he found himself in a desolate land. The sky was perpetually gray, devoid of sun, moon, and stars. The earth was uneven, riddled with massive cracks and deep craters, as if it had witnessed a fierce battle. The air was thick with the stench of blood and decay, along with a faint, almost imperceptible aura of celestial demons.

He looked around and found no one else. Random teleportation—he understood perfectly. (End of Chapter)