Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

"Nanxi, open the door."

Outside the Jade Pavilion came the slightly hurried voice of the Jade Ancestor, which carried a hint of heat and urgency.

Wu Tian flashed and disappeared into the brocade quilt spread out on the bed.

This brocade quilt is woven from the finest silkworm silk, light, soft, and thick enough to cover the figure of a young boy.

"I cannot manifest my beast form for the time being to hold him off."

Wu Tian's incantation resounded in Lu Nanxi's heart. He activated his Thousand-Mile Eye talent to its limit, completely concealing all his aura without revealing a trace. Even his breathing disappeared, and his heartbeat was almost non-existent.

He was like a corpse, completely silent.

Lu Nanxi quickly smoothed out the corners of the blanket, then sat down on the edge of the bed, cross-legged, and began to circulate the True Explanation of the Heavenly Blazing Fire. A magic bead appeared between her brows, emitting a fiery aura.

She did this on purpose, wanting to use her own aura and the fiery glow to cover up any possible lingering aura of Wu Tian.

Almost simultaneously, the door of the Jade Pavilion was pushed open by a gentle yet irresistible force.

The Jade Ancestor, dressed in a black robe and with a slightly pale face, stormed into the third floor of the Jade Tower. His gaze swept across the entire room like lightning, finally settling on Lu Nanxi.

Lu Nanxi sat upright on the edge of the bed, her back straight, her hands folded on her knees, her pale yellow gauze dress shimmering softly in the candlelight.

Because of her earlier panic, a few strands of her dark hair fell loose and clung to her snow-white neck, adding to her fragility. Her figure, draped in light gauze, was exquisitely curvaceous, her waist so slender it seemed as if it could be grasped in one hand. The curves of her chest were faintly visible under her crossed arms, arousing the imagination.

Ancestor Yuyang's gaze lingered on her for a moment, a hint of fervor flashing deep in his eyes.

Lu Nanxi not only possessed abundant Heavenly Fiery True Blood, but her appearance and figure were also exceptional, making her his for the taking.

“Ancestor.” Lu Nanxi did not get up, but lowered her head slightly. Her voice was calm, but it carried a clear sense of distance.

Ancestor Yuyang withdrew his gaze and slowly approached.

"A strange phenomenon appeared in the sky just now, and the Demon Saint descended. Were you frightened?"

The old ancestor Yuyang stopped three steps away from the bed. His tone seemed concerned, but his eyes kept wandering over Lu Nanxi, especially lingering on the curves of her body under the light veil.

Lu Nanxi suppressed her discomfort and said in a low voice, "Thank you for your concern, Ancestor. Nanxi is fine."

"It's good that you're alright." Ancestor Yuyang nodded and took another step forward. "However, just now I vaguely sensed some unusual energy coming from the direction of Yulou... Nanxi, did you sense anything?"

The question was asked casually, but Lu Nanxi's heart tightened. She didn't show it on her face, but simply shook her head gently: "I didn't notice."

Ancestor Yuyang did indeed sense something unusual before the Golden-Winged Roc descended, but he was not sure if it was Yulou's side. In addition, the pressure from the Golden-Winged Roc and the confrontation between the two True Immortals had disrupted the essence of heaven and earth, so he could not be sure if it was just his imagination.

However, this is not important.

What's important now is that he needs Lu Nanxi.

“Nanxi,” Ancestor Yuyang took another step forward. At this moment, he was only a step away from the bed. Lu Nanxi could even smell the aura on his body that was a mixture of pills and true fire.

"Since we've already made a marriage agreement, you'll be mine sooner or later."

Lu Nanxi's interlaced fingers tightened slightly, her knuckles turning white. She lowered her eyes and remained silent.

"I was slightly injured when the Demon Saint descended just now..." Ancestor Yuyang's voice suddenly lowered, carrying an unmistakable meaning, "I am now the only pillar of the Lu family, and I am about to travel far away to attend a banquet."

"Just in case, we must ensure that the condition is intact."

"So some things don't actually have to wait until the wedding day."

“Our dual cultivation will not only help me recover from my injuries, but will also greatly benefit your cultivation.”

As he spoke, he took another half step forward.

He was now almost standing in front of Lu Nanxi, looking down at her. From this angle, he could clearly see the expanse of snow-white skin beneath Lu Nanxi's sheer neckline, and the alluring curves that were faintly visible.

Lu Nanxi finally raised her head, a hint of anger flashing in her bright eyes, but she quickly suppressed it.

"Ancestor, there's no need to bring this up again." Her voice was slightly cold. "Don't forget, you promised me you would never touch me before we got married."

“But Nanxi, things are different now.” Ancestor Yuyang’s eyes narrowed into slits, and the pressure emanating from him grew heavier and heavier. “I, the ancestor, am injured and must recover as soon as possible.”

"We are both cultivators, why should we be bound by worldly etiquette? Nanxi, you will be mine sooner or later, what difference does it make whether it's a few days earlier or later?"

As he spoke, he reached out and tried to touch Lu Nanxi's cheek.

Lu Nanxi abruptly turned her head to avoid it, and Old Ancestor Yuyang took the opportunity to reach out and press down on her shoulder.

The hand was thin and bony, yet its strength was astonishing. It pressed down on Lu Nanxi's shoulder, rendering her unable to move.

"Ancestor!" Lu Nanxi's voice suddenly rose, her anger no longer able to be suppressed, "Please have some self-respect!"

"Have some self-respect?" Ancestor Yuyang's face darkened, and the feigned gentleness in his eyes completely disappeared, revealing naked desire and possessiveness. "Lu Nanxi, don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit."

He increased the pressure on her hand, and Lu Nanxi felt a sharp pain in her shoulder blade, but she gritted her teeth and refused to show weakness.

"Giving you a year is because I don't want to completely break off relations." Ancestor Yuyang leaned closer, his decaying and aged aura almost blowing on Lu Nanxi's face.

"If you behave well now, it will only benefit you, and I will certainly not treat you unfairly."

As he spoke, he reached out with his other hand to put his arm around Lu Nanxi's waist.

Old Ancestor Yuyang was a lustful man by nature, and after being injured today, he was restless and agitated. He was also tempted by Lu Nanxi's beauty at this moment, so how could he restrain himself?
"Today I will show you the wonders of dual cultivation..."

As he spoke, he saw Lu Nanxi's shoulder tighten, and he was about to push her onto the bed!
At this moment, under the brocade quilt.

Wu Tian held his breath, every muscle in his body tensed to the extreme.

He used his clairvoyance to completely seal off all his aura, even suppressing his heartbeat to the point of near cessation.

Even so, at such a close distance, if Patriarch Yuyang were to pay a little attention, he might still notice the unusual thing under the bedding.

Moreover, Lu Nanxi was being pushed onto the bed by the Jade Yang Ancestor at this moment.

Wu Tian could feel the bed sink slightly, and Lu Nanxi's lower back almost hit his hiding place.

He could even vaguely sense the nauseating aura and oppressive aura of the Jade Sun Ancestor through the brocade quilt.

How to do?
If he were exposed now, his human form would be no match for a True Immortal.

But if we don't take action, are we just going to stand by and watch Lu Nanxi be humiliated?
Wu Tian's mind raced, already preparing to strike. At worst, he could transform into a monstrous beast and ambush the old thief. With the Great Sun Palace Master holding him back, the Golden-Winged Roc might not be able to find him.

Even if it involves some risks, it's worth it...

"Old thing!!"

Lu Nanxi suddenly shouted, her voice no longer as cold as usual, but carrying a resolute determination to destroy everything.

At the same time, a dazzling burst of fire suddenly erupted from her body.

The Heavenly Blazing Fire Pearl, suspended between her brows, spun rapidly, emitting an extremely pure yet violent golden light.

Ancestor Yuyang's expression changed drastically. His hand, which was reaching for her waist, was repelled by a burst of intense fire, and his hand, which was pressing on Lu Nanxi's shoulder, was almost torn apart by an extremely intense blade of light.

He took three steps back, his face extremely gloomy. "Lu Nanxi, are you really going to push your luck like this?"

“If you dare to take another step forward,” Lu Nanxi straightened her back, raised her fair swan neck, and although her clothes were disheveled and her hair was loose, her bright eyes were frighteningly bright.

She stared intently at Ancestor Yuyang and said, word by word, "I will immediately burn the magic pearl and perish with you!"

"I mean what I say, try it if you don't believe me."

As she spoke, the Heavenly Fiery Bead between her brows suddenly burst into blazing golden flames, its incredibly violent aura sweeping across the entire room, even slightly distorting the light in the void.

Old Ancestor Yuyang's face turned extremely ugly. He did not expect Lu Nanxi to be so ungrateful. "Fine, very well."

He laughed angrily: "Lu Nanxi, what are you pretending to be, this virtuous and chaste woman? Let me tell you, you'll be my woman sooner or later."

Even if you try to delay, how long can you delay?

"When our wedding day arrives, I'll make you lie beneath me begging for mercy!"

"Humph!"

After his angry rebuke, the lust and violence in Old Ancestor Yuyang's eyes slowly faded, replaced by deep anger and resentment.

Lu Nanxi remained silent, only staring coldly at him, the magic bead between her brows burning fiercely, its flames filling the entire jade pavilion.

The old ancestor Yuyang was enraged by her gaze, but ultimately dared not press the matter further.

He snorted heavily and flicked his sleeve, saying, "In a little over a month, it will be Lady Zhurong's wedding banquet. You must come with me."

"I'll come pick you up myself then..."

He paused, a sinister glint in his eyes: "If you dare to cause any more trouble, I will make you pay the price for your willfulness."

Having uttered these harsh words, Ancestor Yuyang finally turned around, transformed into a streak of crimson light, and streaked out of the Jade Tower, disappearing into the gradually darkening night.

Only when the crimson light completely disappeared into the sky did Lu Nanxi's body go limp, and she almost collapsed to the ground.

Her taut back suddenly relaxed, as if all her strength had been drained away, and she slumped to one side like a tender willow broken by wind and rain.

Wu Tian immediately threw off the quilt and rolled down. Before she could fall, his arms firmly embraced her waist, pulling her into his embrace.

Where I touched her, her body beneath the pale yellow veil was cold and trembling slightly—a tremor of someone who had survived a calamity and was utterly exhausted.

"He's gone," Wu Tian said softly, his voice filled with pity.

He held Lu Nanxi in his arms, one arm around her slender waist, and with the other hand he gently straightened the collar of her clothes, which had been disheveled during her struggle, and then gently tucked the few strands of damp hair that had fallen on her snow-white neck and cheeks behind her ears.

His fingertips were warm, his movements delicate, gently soothing the woman in his arms.

Lu Nanxi closed her eyes, buried her face deeply in his neck, took a few deep breaths, and absorbed his reassuring scent. After a while, the slight trembling gradually subsided.

She leaned against him gently, her voice muffled and hoarse with weariness: "It's alright. We're in the same boat anyway. If he finds out about you, I'll have no choice but to completely break ties with him."

She paused for a moment before stepping back slightly, raising her pale face to look at Wu Tian, ​​her eyes still filled with lingering fear. "But what exactly happened on your end? How did you cause such a commotion?"

Wu Tian lowered his head and gently kissed her smooth, cool forehead, explaining, "My Huo Dou bloodline is related to the ancient star Yinghuo. Now, the ancient star Yinghuo is under the control of the Golden-Winged Roc, which is why we have this connection."

"If I were to transform into a monster, I might attract that giant roc..."

After hearing this, Lu Nanxi sighed softly, her voice filled with deep weariness.

She nestled back into Wu Tian's arms, rubbing her cheek against his firm chest in a dependent way, as if it were her only safe haven at that moment.

"It's true what they say, 'The tree may wish to be still, but the wind will not cease; one wave subsides only for another to rise.' I really don't know when I'll be able to get rid of all this trouble."

The bright moon was high in the sky, and its cool light flowed quietly through the window screen, casting a hazy silver glow on her pale yellow gauze and outlining her slender, curvaceous figure.

She tilted her head back, the moonlight illuminating her exquisite face. Her brows and eyes were tinged with an inescapable weariness, and her lips were paler, yet she possessed a unique, delicate, and pitiful charm.

Seeing her like this, Wu Tian felt even more pity for her, tightened his arms, and held her even more firmly.

"Since it's inconvenient for you to transform into Huodou during this time, I'll find a way to arrange an identity for you as a member of a collateral branch of the Lu family."

Lu Nanxi whispered in his arms, "But this means it won't be so easy for us to meet. The wedding banquet is in more than a month, and I need to think of a way to bring you along."

"Don't worry!" Wu Tian lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers. "I'll find a way to come over every night, so you don't need to worry."

Upon hearing this, Lu Nanxi's furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and the arm around his neck tightened a little.

She raised her eyes and gazed at him quietly, a layer of misty tears welling up in her eyes.

"I want..." she whispered, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, yet crystal clear, with a barely perceptible tremor.

Wu Tian sensed the deep weariness, anxiety, and yearning for release and comfort hidden in her eyes.

Without the slightest hesitation, he slipped his arm under her knees and, with a slight effort, lifted her steadily from the edge of the bed.

Lu Nanxi gasped softly, instinctively wrapping her arms tighter around his neck and pressing her face against his shoulder.

He held her in his arms and, with a seemingly forceful motion, gently tossed her into the thick, soft brocade quilt. Her pale yellow gauze skirt spread out like flower petals on the dark bedding.

She nestled in the silk quilt, her dark hair flowing like ink, looking up at him, her cheeks flushed slightly from the sudden movement, her eyes sparkling.

Wu Tian then leaned down and pressed down on her, his figure enveloping her. (End of Chapter)