Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

Lu Nanxi sat on the edge of the soft couch, the moonlight shining through the window and making her dark blue gauze dress, which was damp with sweat from her previous cultivation, appear somewhat transparent.

The fabric clung to her skin, subtly outlining her shapely curves. Her shoulders and neck were graceful and flowing, and fine beads of sweat lingered in the hollows of her collarbones. The slight rise and fall of her chest with each breath was faintly visible beneath the thin silk.

She bit her lower lip, her eyes veiled with a complex, watery light as she stared at the ferocious beast that had broken through to the Great Demon realm.

"Are you still going to pretend with me? You've become a powerful demon, don't tell me you can't speak?"

Lu Nanxi's voice was filled with suppressed anger, mixed with a kind of unspeakable grievance.

As she spoke, she breathed heavily due to her emotional state, her chest rising and falling with it, causing her soaked silk dress to cling even tighter, revealing her voluptuous curves underneath.

Wu Tian got up from the soft couch somewhat awkwardly.

After breaking through to the Great Demon realm, his physique has undergone significant changes. His shoulder height is close to Lu Nanxi's waist, his body length is over ten feet, and his muscles are smooth and full of explosive power.

His fur shone like a burning flame, glowing with a golden-red luster under the moonlight. Strands of crimson light spontaneously fell from the ends of his fur. As he stood up, those halos intertwined and flowed, as if he were draped in a flowing sunset.

Especially its tail, which was thick, long and powerful, with a cluster of condensed and undispersed crimson-gold flames at its tip, leaving a trail of flickering firelight in the air with every slight sweep.

This is no longer some wild dog that has become a spirit; it is clearly a mythical beast with an ancient bloodline and extraordinary divine might.

He stood before Lu Nanxi, and even though he had concealed his aura, the oppressive aura that stemmed from the sublimation of his life level still naturally spread out. The moonlight cast a long shadow on the ground, with flickering flames along the edges of the shadow.

“Nanxi…I…” Wu Tian began, looking at the woman in front of him.

Lu Nanxi's temperament has undergone a subtle change during this period.

She sat there, angry, but her waist leaned slightly to the side without her realizing it, exuding a languid charm.

The belt of his dark blue silk robe was loosely tied, and the front of the robe was slightly open due to his previous movements, revealing a section of his fair neck and half of his rounded shoulder. The skin on his shoulder shone with a delicate porcelain-like luster under the moonlight, and there were still a few light red marks left on it, which were left by him last night.

Her originally aloof and proud temperament has now been infused with a touch of alluring charm after being nourished.

Especially now, with anger and resentment in her eyes, her cheeks flushed red from her emotions, and her lips gently bitten by her pearly teeth, she no longer looked like the aloof second young lady of the Lu family, but clearly a charming young woman having a tiff with her new husband.

Wu Tian's heart stirred slightly as he watched, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

"I will treat you well..." He took a step forward, wanting to get closer.

"Treat me well?" Lu Nanxi scoffed, turning her face away, a movement that fully revealed her slender neck. A few strands of sweat-dampened black hair clung to the side of her neck, swaying gently with her movements. "You think you can be a demon like you? Besides, I'm about to get married."

As she said this, her chest heaved more noticeably.

Those emotions that had been suppressed for months—the humiliation of being forced by Lu Jiuchuan, the anger of being imprisoned, the resentment of being forced to submit to a demon, and the uncertainty about the future—seemed to have found an outlet at this moment.

She knew she shouldn't have gotten angry at Wu Tian; the real culprit was Lu Jiuchuan. But... it just so happened that this damned stray dog ​​had taken her body. It was this unspeakable intimacy that finally made her drop all pretense in front of him.

Looking at her clenched fists, slightly trembling shoulders, and eyes that were trying hard to hold back her tears, Wu Tian felt a gentle touch on his heart.

He sighed, his voice softening further: "Nanxi, don't worry. Since you are my woman, I will never let you suffer, much less let you marry someone else."

He paused, his tail swaying gently, the crimson flames drawing a warm arc in the darkness: "In a few days, once I have fully stabilized my Great Demon realm and sorted out my magical power, I will find an opportunity to kill Lu Jiuchuan directly."

"Then I will escape down the mountain, and everyone's attention will be drawn to me. You can take advantage of this to take control of the mountain town."

These words stunned Lu Nanxi.

She turned her head and looked at Wu Tian again.

Under the moonlight, the beast's eyes were clear and earnest, containing no mockery, no calculation, only a simple promise.

She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but in the end she only snorted coldly: "With your cultivation level that has just broken through to the Great Demon realm, you think you can kill Lu Jiuchuan?"

His tone remained firm, but the last syllable of his voice had unconsciously softened by three points.

As she spoke, her fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her dress, causing the sleeve of her moon-white silk dress to slip down, revealing a section of her fair and slender forearm. There was a small red mole on the inside of her forearm, which was particularly noticeable in the moonlight.

"Stay put and behave yourself." She looked away, her voice lower. "I can handle my own affairs. You don't need to interfere."

Wu Tian could easily tell that these words were insincere.

This woman was clearly worried that he would get into trouble if he acted rashly, but she insisted on using such a forceful tone.

He felt a warmth in his heart and took the initiative to move closer, gently rubbing his fur against her bare calves.

The fur was warm and soft, with a sun-baked warmth and a faint scent, like a mixture of moonlight and flames.

Lu Nanxi froze, feeling a tingling sensation shoot up from the skin of her calf that had been touched, instantly spreading throughout her body.

A slight shiver ran through her fair skin, as if an invisible electric current was coursing through her skin.

"You..." She tried to pull her leg back, but her body wouldn't obey her commands.

Under the moonlight, she could clearly see Wu Tian's current appearance. This ferocious beast had a shimmering, golden-red fur, smooth and beautiful muscle lines, and every inch of it contained explosive power.

Especially those eyes, which were looking at her gently at that moment, with a flame burning quietly deep within their pupils.

Where is this little guy who used to be able to be held in your arms at will?
Lu Nanxi suddenly realized that the creature in front of her was no different from human cultivators in terms of both life level and intelligence.

Even... because of that ancient bloodline, it might be even higher.

She had been telling herself to treat this bad guy as a tool, and that everything was for the sake of spiritual practice.

But at this moment, her cheeks burned uncontrollably. Whether it was shame, anger, or something else, she couldn't say for sure.

She could only bite her lip, letting the blush spread from her cheeks to her ears, and then stain her entire neck red.

The moonlight shone on that crimson expanse, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene.

……

That night, Lu Nanxi deliberately lay down early, with her back to the outside, pretending to be asleep.

She was wearing a newly changed light pink nightgown, made of fire silk, a specialty of southern Xinjiang. It was light, breathable, and could nourish the blood and qi. When worn close to the skin, it felt like a second skin, perfectly outlining every curve of her body.

Because she was lying on her side, the curves of her waist and hips were particularly noticeable. Beneath her slender waist, her hips were full and rounded, forming beautiful mounds under the thin fabric.

Her long hair was spread out on the pillow like splashed ink, with a few strands clinging to her sweaty neck, rising and falling slightly with her deliberately slowed breathing.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating her and making her pale pink skin appear almost transparent.

You could see the ribbons of the pale yellow bodice beneath her clothes, tied in a delicate bow at the back waist, the ends of the ribbons hanging down and swaying gently with her breath.

She is waiting.

Although I don't know what I'm waiting for, I just can't fall asleep.

The warmth from last night's practice of the Twin Wheels of Incantation Fire Ascension Technique still lingered in his body, and the satisfaction of being filled deep within his bloodline had not yet completely faded. And even deeper, there was an unspeakable, secret expectation.

After some time, I heard a slight noise behind me.

The soft bed sank slightly, and a warm breath drew near.

Lu Nanxi held her breath and felt something furry gently touch her shoulder.

She didn't move.

The touching became bolder.

First, he sniffed the back of her neck, his warm breath spraying onto her sensitive skin, making her tremble involuntarily.

Then, his wet tongue gently licked the back of her neck, down her spine.

"Hmm..." Lu Nanxi finally couldn't help but let out a very soft sob.

She knew she should stop it, but her body betrayed her will.

When that warm, rough tongue slid across her lower back and touched the straps of her bodice, her whole body went limp.

Seeing that she did not really resist, Wu Tian's movements became even gentler yet firmer.

He gently nudged her loose hair with his nose, revealing her entire fair back. The collar of her nightgown was slowly rubbed open, and the silk fabric slipped off her shoulders, revealing her rounded shoulders and a large expanse of smooth back.

The moonlight shone on that skin, making it dazzlingly white.

Her spinal groove was deep, and the lines of her back muscles on both sides were beautiful, rising and falling slightly with her breathing.

The faint red mark left from last night has not completely faded, and under the moonlight it looks like a plum blossom petal fallen on the snow.

"You...you damned beast..." Lu Nanxi finally spoke, but her voice was so soft and weak that it sounded more like she was whining, "You just know how to bully me..."

Wu Tian chuckled softly, leaned close to her ear, and barked in a deep, teddy bear voice, "Woof woof woof..."

Lu Nanxi was both embarrassed and angry. She suddenly turned over and glared at him: "If you bark at me like that again, I'll slap you!"

As she turned over, her nightgown came undone completely.

Her clothes were wide open, revealing a pale yellow undergarment underneath.

The bodice was embroidered with a pattern of twin lotus flowers, and the silky fabric clung to the skin, making the full curves of the chest even more prominent.

Her body heaved violently with intense emotion, and the pair of lotus flowers on her bodice seemed to come alive, trembling gently with her breath.

The moonlight shone on her face, making her usually stubborn eyes glisten with tears. Her cheeks were flushed as if drunk, and her lips were bitten until they were a deep, luscious red. Her long hair was spread messily on the pillow, with a few strands clinging to her sweaty forehead and neck. Her whole being exuded a breathtakingly alluring charm, as if she had been thoroughly refreshed.

Wu Tian's breath caught in his throat, and his tail stiffened.

"My dear Nanxi, my dear wife..." He leaned closer and gently nuzzled her cheek with his nose, his voice so tender it could melt water, "I will be good to you."

Lu Nanxi turned her face away, not letting him touch her, but her body was very honest. When his warm fur pressed against her, she unconsciously leaned forward.

"You bastard..." her voice was muffled, trembling with tears, "You're such a bastard..."

Wu Tian stopped talking and responded with actions.

Wu Tian's movements were gentle and patient.

Warm breath sprayed on her most sensitive spots, and her fluffy tail gently swept across her calves, waist, and back... sending shivers down her spine wherever it went.

At first, Lu Nanxi bit her lip and refused to make a sound, but gradually she couldn't control herself. Soft sobs leaked from between her lips and teeth, which were particularly clear in the quiet night.

She reached out and hugged Wu Tian's neck, burying her face in the warmth of his neck, letting her tears fall silently.

It wasn't sadness, but a complex catharsis.

For the humiliation of these past days, for the uncertain future, and for this warmth that shouldn't exist but truly does.

“Nanxi…” Wu Tian gently licked away her tears, his voice low and solemn, “Trust me this once, leave Lu Jiuchuan’s matter to me.”

Lu Nanxi didn't answer, but just hugged him tighter.

The moonlight cast long shadows that moved slowly from the bed to the wall, and then from the wall to the floor.

As night deepened, the footsteps of the Red Armor Guards patrolling outside the window rose and fell rhythmically, while the barrier light screen glowed a faint crimson in the darkness.

Inside, a warm atmosphere filled the room, accompanied by soft moans and the gentle rustling of fur rubbing against each other.

Time flowed slowly in each other's body temperature and heartbeats.

In the latter half of the night, Lu Nanxi was exhausted and curled up in Wu Tian's warm fur, falling into a deep sleep.

She was sleeping soundly, her brows no longer furrowed as they had been during the day, and there was even a faint smile on her lips that she herself didn't notice.

Wu Tian did not sleep.

He gazed quietly at the sleeping face of the woman in his arms, the flame in his eyes burning silently in the darkness. He extended his tongue and gently licked her sweaty forehead.

Then he looked up and gazed out the window.

Through the window lattice, one can see the figures of armored guards patrolling outside the jade tower.

His extraordinary ability to see far and wide allowed him to easily spot the direction of Lu Jiuchuan's residence. The place was brightly lit, and the faint sounds of string and wind instruments could be heard. This eldest son of the Lu family was once again feasting and making merry tonight.

A cold glint flashed in Wu Tian's eyes.

“Lu Jiuchuan…”

He murmured the name and glanced back at Lu Nanxi, who was fast asleep on the bed.

The woman lay on her side, the thin blanket covering only her waist, revealing her entire smooth back.

Moonlight streamed across that skin, revealing a deep groove in her spine, a waist so slender it could be encircled by a single hand, and the rounded curve of her hips faintly visible beneath the thin blanket.

In her sleep, she unconsciously curled up and let out a very soft moan.

Wu Tian lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead, not with his tongue, but with the tip of his nose, touching it very lightly.

"Go to sleep," he whispered. "I'll take care of everything."

The crimson-gold figure stood silent as a mountain under the moonlight, with only the cluster of flames at the tip of its tail burning silently and flickering in the night.

Wu Tian quietly analyzed the talents of the Sun and Moon Heavenly Blade, the Thousand-Mile Eye, and the Body of Calamity, intending to break them down into cultivation methods and integrate them into his own combat techniques. (End of Chapter)