Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

"This old thief wants to use me as a furnace to extract the essence of my bloodline for his own use." Lu Nanxi said these words calmly, as if she were talking about someone else's business, but the arm around Wu Tian tightened unconsciously.

“I refused, and he tried to force himself on me.”

Upon hearing this, Wu Tian's eyes, which had been lazily squinting, suddenly snapped open, his pupils contracting to needle size, and a fierce flame surged forth.

A deep, terrifying, and murderous roar rolled from the depths of its throat. The temperature around its body, which had just calmed down, surged again. The expensive and smooth brocade under its claws ripped and curled up with a "sizzle," emitting wisps of smoke.

His muscles were tense, his hair stood on end, and he was clearly furious.

Lu Nanxi immediately noticed, and the hand that had been gently stroking his fur suddenly turned firm, pressing down firmly on his trembling back, which was tense with anger. Her voice was low, but carried an undeniable, steady strength: "Shh, be quiet! Keep your voice down, don't disturb others at this moment."

She pulled him closer to her, her lips almost touching his furry ear, her breath warm. "What's the rush? Do you think I, Lu Nanxi, am some kind of fool who can be manipulated at will?"

“Although I was no match for him, I threatened to kill myself, which made him hesitate and dare not act rashly.” She paused, her fingertips tracing the fur on Wu Tian’s back. “After some bargaining with him, we managed to avoid a complete falling out.”

"However, I still agreed and will marry him a year from now."

As Lu Nanxi soothed him, the roar in Wu Tian's throat gradually disappeared, but it was not a calming down. Rather, all the anger and killing intent were forcibly suppressed back into the depths of his chest, turning into a silent burning lava that almost incinerated him as well.

He stopped struggling and let Lu Nanxi hold him tightly in her arms.

The scent of her body lingered around his nose, along with a very faint trace of the scent of their intertwined blood...

He could imagine how isolated, angry, humiliated, and desperate Lu Nanxi must have felt, having just broken through to the Dao Embryo stage and whose aura was still unstable, when facing the pressure and coercion of the Jade Sun Ancestor alone.

Otherwise, why would she so resolutely threaten suicide?
Even Lu Jiuchuan didn't push her to that point back then.

Just imagining that scene made Wu Tian feel as if his heart was being squeezed and kneaded by an icy hand, a suffocating pain mixed with overwhelming rage, burning his limbs and bones.

He had just thought her excitement at the reunion was almost manic, like that of an insatiable, infatuated woman...

Only now did he realize that it was not just longing, but also the intense rebound of fear, grievances, and the joy of surviving a catastrophe that had been suppressed for too long and had nowhere to be vented.

During this time, she faced the cannibalistic ancestor alone, navigated the treacherous family surrounded by tigers and wolves, and also had to manage the mountain town and appease the people... Just how heavy a burden of pressure did she bear?

Yu Yang Patriarch...you old scoundrel! If I don't extract this fiend's soul, refine his spirit, and grind his bones to dust, I, Wu Tian, ​​swear I am not worthy of being called a human!

A boundless hatred roared in his heart, but the boiling temperature around him was slowly decreasing, and his frenzied aura gradually subsided.

He pressed himself even closer, almost as if trying to embed himself in her embrace, pressing his head against her soft body, burying his head deep in the crook of her neck, and extending his warm tongue to gently lick her skin and collarbone, which had just turned slightly red from excitement.

There was no sound, only these clumsy yet stubborn movements, conveying silent comfort, lingering fear, and deep pity.

What's the use of him being angry now?
If they were to alarm Ancestor Yuyang, it would only cause trouble and might even put both of them in a more dangerous situation.

Rage when one lacks strength is nothing but a sign of incompetence.

He had to remain calm, he had to suppress this deep-seated murderous intent and anger, and wait for the day when it would erupt and he would seek revenge.

Lu Nanxi felt his body tremble slightly, almost imperceptibly, and felt his silent yet increasingly forceful closeness, as well as the warm, wet touch on her neck that carried a sense of infinite comfort.

She paused for a moment, and then, as if a corner of the hardest and coldest part of her heart was quietly melted by this silent warmth.

She understood the turbulent emotions hidden beneath his silence, his suppressed pain and anger, and even more so, his pity at that moment…

She tightened her arms, holding her nemesis even closer to her, resting her chin gently on his furry head, and closed her eyes.

“Little troublemaker, don’t worry.” She said softly, her fingertips idly combing his back hair. “Agreeing to the marriage is just a temporary measure to buy some breathing room.”

"That old thing's lifespan is exhausted and his Dao foundation is damaged. He's eager to use me as a great medicine and a cauldron. He won't force me without absolute certainty. Instead, he'll be hesitant to act rashly and will give me time."

She paused slightly, lowered her head, and whispered in his ear, "A year... at the speed at which we cultivate together... it's still uncertain who will emerge victorious!"

Wu Tian raised his head, the boiling killing intent in his crimson eyes had settled into a deep darkness and heartfelt pity.

He stared at Lu Nanxi for a moment, and then, with utmost seriousness, gently touched the tip of her nose with the tip of his own moist nose.

Seeing his expression, Lu Nanxi smiled instead: "But you, don't just stay angry."

"Tell me, after being chased by a Nascent Soul cultivator for over ten days, were you injured anywhere?"

"It's alright, that old thief didn't even touch a hair on my head." Wu Tian looked at her beautiful face, which was so close to his, and suddenly an idea struck him. "I have something to tell you!"

A slight smile curved his lips. "I have already taken human form after this trip."

"Huh?" Lu Nanxi's eyes widened, completely stunned. "What? Then why don't you..."

Before she could finish speaking, she felt her arms lighten, and Wu Tian had already darted out of her embrace and landed on the ground.

Suddenly, the scoundrel was engulfed in blazing flames, and with a cracking and humming sound of bones, the figure that had been lying prone on the ground slowly began to stand up.

Her breath hitched slightly as she stared intently.

The moonlight seemed brighter, casting a soft glow across the floor through the delicate gauze window.

As the flames faded, a fifteen-year-old boy appeared.

His red hair, like burning flames or flowing molten gold, cascaded over his smooth shoulders and bare back, revealing the outline of his firm and well-proportioned back muscles.

His face was strikingly handsome, with eyebrows like ink-black knives, slanting upwards towards his temples, a high and straight nose, and a pair of dark eyes as deep as an ancient, cold pool. At this moment, they were reflecting the moonlight and her shadow, carrying a faint smile that made her heart skip a beat.

His skin was like jade, smooth and firm, with a healthy glow. He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs, with every muscle line flowing and agile.

At this moment, his well-defined upper body was bare, with only a loose crocodile skin wrapped around his waist. The rough texture contrasted sharply with his smooth skin and handsome face, adding to his wild and untamed charm.

Lu Nanxi was completely stunned, but not entirely because of the boy's stunning good looks...

Although it is indeed visually striking.

However, almost the instant the other party's human form appeared, the pure True Blood of the Heavenly Blazing Fire within her body clearly sensed an aura of the same pure True Blood of the Heavenly Blazing Fire as her own.

This aura was profound and restrained, emanating from the young man's limbs, meridians, blood, and even the depths of his bone marrow—it was real and authentic.

"you……?!"

For the first time, Lu Nanxi's usually calm, aloof, and emotionally controlled face showed a near-dumbfounded shock. She even subconsciously propped herself up, not caring that the movement caused her already loose nightgown to slip even further down her shoulders, revealing large expanses of her fair and rounded shoulders.

Her eyes blazed with intense light, her gaze seemingly piercing through Wu Tian's skin and flesh, seeing into the bloodline within him. Her voice was filled with disbelief: "How is this possible?! A demon transforming into human form? This is nothing special."

"How could you... how could you have changed even your most fundamental bloodline?! And it's... the true bloodline of the Heavenly Blazing Fire, inherited by the direct line of my Lu family?!"

"Where is your nemesis bloodline?"

"Who are you? Are you human or demon?"

This completely overturned Lu Nanxi's understanding of cultivation and common sense.

Wu Tian looked at her rare, almost out-of-control, astonished expression. He shrugged and said in a slightly teasing tone, "I... I'm not quite sure either. I discovered that the True Blood of the Heavenly Blazing Fire appeared in my body when I transformed."

He slowly walked forward, getting closer, and his slender fingers naturally brushed away a strand of black hair stuck to Lu Nanxi's sweaty forehead, his fingertips inadvertently brushing against her slightly hot cheeks and ears.

"Perhaps... it's because of our dual cultivation, the fusion of our bloodlines, that unknowingly... it's seeped into our very bones?"

The last sentence was delivered with a distinctly teasing and affectionate tone.

Lu Nanxi was brought back to her senses by the warm touch from his fingertips, the tingling sensation brushing against her ear, and his suggestive and provocative words, but the shock and curiosity in her eyes had not completely subsided.

She instinctively grabbed his wrist as he tried to pull it back, placing her fingertips on his pulse point to feel it more carefully.

That's right, although the concentration of that true blood was slightly lower than hers, it was indeed pure Dutian Blazing Fire True Blood, comparable to that of a direct descendant of a family.

How could this possibly be achieved through dual cultivation?!
Lu Nanxi quickly realized that the man in front of her must have a secret.

She looked into Wu Tian's bright, dark eyes, which were so close to hers and held a mischievous smile. She felt his complete trust in her, and how he let her grasp his pulse without any warning.

Lu Nanxi gradually felt relieved...

Whether he is human or demon, or what secrets he possesses, he is the one who took her body, became entangled with her, and caused her to become obsessed and infatuated, making it difficult to separate them.

For his own sake, he risked his life to shoot Lu Jiuchuan, and was chased by the Jade Sun Ancestor to the depths of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

If he's willing to risk his life for himself, what else matters?

As Lu Nanxi gradually put aside her doubts, her gaze began to be drawn to the incredibly striking and alluringly young male physique before her.

A sense of restlessness and longing quietly spread.

"You bastard, you can clearly transform into human form, but you insist on using your original form to bully me..."

As she spoke, she carefully admired the man's transformed, aggressively handsome face by the moonlight.

My gaze swept over his handsome, spirited eyebrows and eyes beneath his red hair, his straight, peak-like nose, and finally landed on his thin lips that were slightly upturned.

Further down, there were well-defined collarbones that rose and fell slightly with each breath, and a strong, broad chest with clearly defined muscles...

As she watched, she suddenly reached out, wrapped her arm around his neck, hooked it tightly, and pulled him towards her.

"You damn bastard, you've been bullying me all this time, I want you to make it up to me..."

As Lu Nanxi spoke, she raised her head and kissed his lips precisely.

Wu Tian was slightly taken aback by her sudden, proactive kiss. He then let out a low chuckle, quickly tightening his arms to firmly encircle her slender, supple yet powerful waist in his embrace.

Lu Nanxi's fingers dug deep into his thick, red hair, while her other hand traced down the lines of his firm, smooth back.

Wu Tian's arms encircled her slender waist, his palms resting on her silky nightgown and warm, smooth skin...

Lu Nanxi was very excited. Although she had experienced this before when she was a demon, she now felt a strong infatuation and possessiveness because of the other party's new and extremely attractive body.

The bloodlines of the Dutian lineage merged, but this time the Cursed Fire Twin Wheel Ascension Technique was not activated... instead, it was a collision between the purest bloodlines...

In the silent jade pavilion, flames rise.

It wasn't until late at night that it gradually subsided.

……

The moonlight shone brightly outside the window, and the breathing inside the jade pavilion gradually calmed down.

Lu Nanxi felt weak all over, and lay languidly like a cat on Wu Tian's sweaty chest, her cheek pressed against his still slightly hot skin, her fingertips unconsciously drawing small circles on his heart.

A faint blush spread across her body, and her long, black hair clung to her smooth back and rounded shoulders. All the coldness and sharpness had faded from her expression, leaving only weariness, contentment, and a rare tenderness.

The room was filled with tranquility and warmth.

After a long silence, Lu Nanxi closed her eyes and slowly said in a hoarse and languid voice, "There's something I need to tell you."

She paused for a moment, as if organizing her thoughts, "Three months from now, I must go with that old scoundrel to Kunming Pool for the wedding banquet of the Zhu Rong clan."

"Hmm?" Wu Tian looked at her with a puzzled expression.

Lu Nanxi continued, "According to that old man, the ancestor of the Zhu Rong family, one of the six great families in the Southern Frontier, the Zhu Rong Lady who has already cultivated into a wandering immortal, is going to marry Cao Zhengchun, the heir of the Cao family in Tianshui, and will host a banquet for all directions."

"However, that old thief said that the wedding banquet was just a cover-up, and that it was actually a carefully planned murder plot."

"The six great families secretly joined forces, intending to kill Bai Qian, one of the eight great demon immortals in the world, whose true form is the Howling Celestial Dog."

"It is said that this Bai Qian, the demon immortal, is likely to try to lift her inner core near Kunming Pool in the near future, adorning the stars, and breaking through to the realm of demon saint."

She rolled over, lying on her side, propping herself up on her elbow, and looked at Wu Tian. The moonlight shone on her face, which appeared even more radiant after being damp with sweat.
"They plan to launch a joint attack when she is at her most vulnerable during her breakthrough."

"If successful... a demon immortal who failed to break through to the demon saint realm, his demon body, inner core, and even the star essence that may not have been fully formed, are all peerless treasures that can drive any force crazy."

"Bai Qian..."

Wu Tian could no longer hear what Lu Nanxi was saying next.

These two words, like a thunderbolt from the heavens, struck Wu Tian's eardrums without warning, piercing his skull and striking the deepest part of his soul! (End of Chapter)