Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

In the early morning, Lujia Mountain City was still shrouded in a thin mist when the gate of the Xuan Tie Dharma Hall on the fire-worshiping platform suddenly opened wide.

Ancestor Yuyang was the first to step out. Today, he had changed into a deep purple brocade robe, embroidered with intricate images of the Heavenly Pillars in gold thread, with a jade belt around his waist and a golden crown on his head.

Before long, Lu Nanxi also brought Wu Tian to the Fire Worship Platform.

Today, she wore a pale yellow palace gown, its hem trailing on the ground, embroidered with continuous cloud patterns in gold thread. With each step she took, the patterns on the skirt seemed to flow. Her dark hair was meticulously styled into a high bun, with a phoenix-headed gold hairpin inserted into her black hair, from which delicate tassels dangled.

This outfit is luxurious and dignified, adding a touch of aloofness and nobility to her cool temperament, befitting a noblewoman from a prominent family.

Wu Tian, ​​dressed in fine black armor and covered with a red cloak, stood half a step behind Lu Nanxi with his hand on his sword.

The armor is made of a special metal, hard yet lightweight, with tiny runes engraved on key parts that gleam with a cold luster in the morning light.

His face was stern, his gaze fixed straight ahead, giving him the appearance of a loyal and taciturn guard.

Ancestor Yuyang's gaze swept over Lu Nanxi, lingering for a moment on her gorgeous palace dress and stunning curves. His Adam's apple bobbed almost imperceptibly. He then coughed and instructed the servant boy behind him, "Bring the Lu family's congratulatory gifts and keep a close watch on them."

The boy quickly agreed, since he was going to attend Lady Zhurong's wedding banquet, and a gift was naturally indispensable.

"Let's go." Ancestor Yuyang said no more. With a flick of his sleeve, a crimson rainbow shot out from his sleeve, rapidly expanding and transforming into a dragon several dozen feet long in the blink of an eye.

The dragon roared to the sky, howling and roaming in the air.

This is not a real dragon, but the magical chariot used by Master Yuyang for his travels. It is called the Crimson Dragon Chariot, a rare treasure of the magic weapon level. When traveling, it is more stable and faster than simply flying with light, and it can better show off one's status.

Before long, the group boarded the Crimson Dragon Chariot.

"hold head high--!"

The Crimson Dragon Chariot let out a roar like a dragon's cry, and the runes on its body lit up one by one, transforming into a streak of crimson light that shot through the air.

The Crimson Dragon Chariot pierced through the clouds and mist at an extremely fast speed, causing the mountains and rivers below to rush past.

Outside, the wind howled fiercely, but inside it was quite calm, with several exquisitely designed rooms for rest, complete with all kinds of necessities.

Lu Nanxi was assigned to a room by herself, while Wu Tian stood guard outside the door. He was mostly focused on his body, practicing the ninth level of the True Explanation of the Heavenly Blazing Fire, not wanting to slack off for a moment.

After cultivating the technique to the ninth level, the various mysteries of the Dutian Body were gradually explored. The incantations of the four spells—Blazing Flame Banner, Crimson Emperor Blade, Burning Heaven Seal, and Crimson Dragon Stake—floated in the true blood, subtly exchanging and resonating with the fire essence outside with each breath.

It wasn't until the next day that they had traveled countless miles.

During this time, they also passed over several cities or markets where cultivators gathered, and could sense varying degrees of aura below.

Occasionally, one might encounter streaks of light traveling in other directions. Some rode in magnificent carriages, some harnessed strange magical artifacts, and some even rode ferocious beasts.

They could sense each other's presence from a distance, but mostly did not interfere with each other. In particular, with a Nascent Soul True Person guarding the Crimson Dragon Chariot, ordinary cultivators dared not provoke it.

Finally, at dusk on the second day, the atmosphere between heaven and earth began to change, faintly carrying an ancient and noble pressure.

With his keen eyesight, Wu Tian saw a towering, unimaginably majestic mountain range rising abruptly from the ground. The mountains were dark blue-black, but at their highest points, they were covered with snow that never melted, the snow-capped peaks gleaming silver in the intense sunlight.

"We've arrived at Kunming Pool."

The voice of the Jade Sun Ancestor rang out, carrying a hint of barely perceptible sigh.

The Lu family of Dutian was once a powerful family comparable to the Zhu Rong clan, but now each generation is worse than the last, and the current Lu family is no longer qualified to be compared with the Zhu Rong clan.

The Crimson Dragon Chariot began to slow down and flew towards the summit of the mountain range.

The closer you get, the more you can feel the overwhelming aura emanating from it. It's not that the essence of heaven and earth is abundant, but rather that the entire world is shrouded in a powerful law and majesty.

With his telescope, Wu Tian was able to see the magnificent view of the entire Kunming Pool from a macroscopic perspective.

The summit of the mountain range was forcibly flattened and expanded by an immense force, forming a vast platform comparable to a plain.

The platform is entirely paved with a material that is warm and smooth like jade, yet subtly reveals the light of clouds, so smooth that it reflects one's image.

At the center of this platform lies a vast lake, the world-famous Kunming Pool.

The water of Kunming Pool is a deep and pure turquoise blue, which contrasts sharply with the surrounding stone platform shrouded in clouds and the snow-covered mountain peaks, yet they blend together in a strange harmony.

What is even more impressive is the city built around Kunming Pool.

It was a magnificent city built entirely on the mountaintop, surrounding Tianchi Lake.

The city walls soar into the clouds, their surfaces etched with intricate patterns that seem to pulsate with life.

The city is filled with buildings that stand side by side, with an ancient and grand style. The eaves and brackets are like flames, and on the tops of many towers and pavilions, there are even red flames burning quietly, illuminating the area.

Countless streaks of light converged from all directions, like rivers flowing into the sea, heading towards that majestic city.

Some rode bronze chariots, their rumbling wheels tearing through the clouds, exuding a wild and domineering aura; others rode rare and exotic beasts, such as winged tigers with wings on their ribs, giant wolves engulfed in blue flames, and ferocious dragons with menacing scales, their roars filled with terrifying power...

Some cultivators also gathered in groups of three or five, each using their own escape techniques, transforming into rainbow light or riding the breeze. Their auras were either sharp or obscure, all demonstrating their extraordinary origins and cultivation.

We've arrived at Kunming Pool, the ancestral home of the Zhurong clan.

Ancestor Yuyang controlled the Crimson Dragon Chariot and descended onto the platform specially set up by the Zhu Rong clan for receiving the chariot.

The platform was paved with green jade, and several stone pillars with ancient and simple patterns stood along the edge. At this moment, several Zhu Rong clan guards, dressed in armor and exuding a strong aura, were on duty here.

A dozen or so people dressed in brocade robes, looking like stewards, stood smiling, responsible for receiving guests from all sides.

The crimson dragon chariot slowly descended, touching the platform, and then dissipated into specks of light.

Ancestor Yuyang straightened his robes, put on a smile, and took the lead in greeting the two stewards.

Lu Nanxi followed closely behind, while Wu Tian lagged two steps behind, his eyes scanning the surroundings, his hand always resting lightly on the hilt of his sword.

"The Lu family of Dutian, along with their descendant Lu Nanxi, have come to congratulate Lady Zhurong on her joyous occasion," said Patriarch Yuyang with a cupped-hands bow and a smile, his tone quite polite.

The two stewards had clearly been instructed beforehand. One of them, a gaunt old man, returned the greeting with a polite smile: "So it is Master Yuyang and Miss Nanxi from the Lu family of Wuling. You must be tired from your long journey."

"Our ancestor had already instructed that we should receive the guests from the Lu family."

"Honored guest, please follow me. A guest room has already been prepared."

Although the tone was polite, it lacked much humility and reverence.

The smile on the face of the Jade Yang Ancestor remained unchanged, but a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes. He was, after all, a dignified ancestor of a noble family and a Nascent Soul True Person. The Zhu Rong Clan had only sent a Dao Embryo cultivator to greet him. It was too disrespectful of them.

He was dissatisfied, but the reputation of the Zhu Rong clan was too great for him to offend, so he could only suppress his anger.

"Thank you both."

Just then, the sky suddenly darkened, and a vast, sweeping blue light swept in from afar.

Everyone involuntarily looked up. There, on the distant horizon, a beam of blue light pierced the heavens and earth.

At first glance it doesn't look big, but in the blink of an eye it has already covered half of the sky.

Before long, a palace emerged from the clouds. The palace was filled with a blue light, and within each ray of blue light flowed countless incantations, exuding an ancient and majestic aura.

"It's the Fengmu Palace of the Bai family in Fengxian County?!"

On the platform, someone gasped softly, their voice filled with awe.

"Is this really the Wind Mother Palace? Could it be that the Wind Immortal himself has come?!"

Just as everyone was talking, the palace gates suddenly burst open.

Twenty-four women, dressed in light blue feather robes and with veils covering their faces, with graceful figures, floated in the air, standing on either side holding a ruyi scepter, a precious fan, an incense burner, and other items.

Each of these women was a Dao Embryo cultivator. The auras of the twenty-four women were linked together, manifesting various phenomena that were extremely terrifying.

"The Bai family of Fengxian County congratulates Lady Zhurong on her wedding."

Twenty-four women spoke in unison, their voices containing a mysterious rhythm that resounded through the heavens and earth in an instant, carried by the gentle breeze.

Wu Tian's Thousand-Mile Eyes surveyed the world and vaguely saw a hazy figure through the open portal. The figure's aura was as deep and vast as the sea, resonating with the laws of the surrounding world. Clearly, it was a loose immortal-level being.

The Wind Mother Palace did not land on the ground, but came to a steady stop when it was still dozens of feet above the ground.

A blue light descended before the palace, transforming into steps.

A hazy figure shrouded in dazzling divine light emerged from the palace. The wind in the world seemed to stand still, and a vast majesty swept across the heavens and the earth, causing all the cultivators present to hesitate to look up.

At that very moment, deep within the majestic city of Kunming Pool, someone stepped onto a rainbow bridge and soared through the air.

A scorching, noble, and terrifying heat wave, seemingly capable of burning away the entire universe, swept over, causing all the cultivators on the platform to feel their breath catch in their throats and their internal magical power to tremble involuntarily.

"I am sorry for not being able to greet you properly, Feng Xian has come from afar. Please forgive me."

Before the people arrive, the sound comes first.

"Madam, you're too kind. It's been a long time since we last met, and it's a rare treat to have this reunion today," Feng Xian said, her voice ethereal and making it impossible to guess her age.

Two female cultivators at the level of Loose Immortals met. One was like a goddess descending to earth with the winds and clouds of the nine heavens, and the other was a supreme being in the fire who held the power of flames and was filled with a majestic and domineering aura.

His aura as a wandering immortal was so awe-inspiring that it made all other visitors pale in comparison.

Fortunately, after the two immortals talked for a while, they left hand in hand.

To the astonished guests and the lingering radiance of the fairy light.

Ancestor Yuyang watched from afar, his face filled with undisguised envy.

His Lu family was once a prestigious family that could stand on equal footing with the Zhu Rong clan, and at its peak, it was even comparable to the Zhao family of the East Sea.

Southern Capital Heaven, Eastern Sea of ​​Peace.

These two powerful families stood before them like the sun and moon rising in the sky, making all other families pale in comparison.

But now, he, the head of the Lu family, can only look up at those important figures in the sky above.

This sparked countless dark thoughts in the mind of Ancestor Yuyang. His gaze unconsciously swept over Lu Nanxi, "If I can capture this woman and obtain some opportunities, I might have a chance to break through to the Loose Immortal realm..."

Of course, he also knew that such an opportunity was extremely slim. Even if he obtained Lu Nanxi's body, breaking through to the Loose Immortal realm would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

But when he witnessed what had just happened, how could he not yearn for it?

"We must borrow the Immortal Binding Rope as soon as possible and capture that bitch Lu Nanxi."

“I am clearly the ancestral spirit of the family, and everything in the family should belong to me. How dare she go against my will?”

"Damn it!"

A surge of malice welled up within him, erasing the smile from his face. He took a deep breath and said to the Zhu Rong clan steward beside him, "Gentlemen, would you allow us to find a place to stay first..."

The two stewards then came to their senses and hurriedly said, "Please forgive us, Master, this way please."

Soon, led by two stewards, they passed through a quiet corridor and arrived at a group of buildings called "Qiyun Courtyard".

This courtyard is quiet and elegant, complete with pavilions and waterside terraces, with exquisite architecture and abundant energy, but its location is obviously far from the core area of ​​Kunming Pool.

In the distance, near Kunming Pool, where the sunset glow is most intense, one can vaguely see a larger complex of buildings, such as the "Tingtao Pavilion" and "Yuhua Tower," which are almost like palaces in a Taoist temple.

However, that's a place for receiving distinguished guests. Given the status of the Lu family and Patriarch Yuyang, they are not qualified to be arranged there.

"Fellow Daoist, please rest here. There are servants in the courtyard at your service. You may visit any part of the city, but the 'Chongming Palace' where the lady resides and the 'Zhurong Hall' of the ancestral altar are forbidden areas. Please do not trespass."

After giving his instructions, the deacon turned and left.

Ancestor Yuyang's face was somewhat gloomy, clearly dissatisfied with the arrangement, yet helpless.

Wu Tian's mind was not on the place at all. After meeting the two rogue immortals, he had been thinking silently.

Lady Zhurong had already cultivated herself into a wandering immortal hundreds of years ago and had a great reputation in the southern border. This was why she was able to suppress the fortune of the Zhurong clan, occupy Kunming Pool on Jade Dragon Mountain, and survive under the oppression of the Fire God Palace.

The guest from the Bai family of Fengxian County should be Bai Wenxian, who had just become a Loose Immortal several decades ago. It is said that this woman had already become a Loose Immortal in her early twenties and was revered by the world as the contemporary Fengxian.

There are even rumors that he has been granted a decree by the Heavenly Court to be appointed as the Wind God.

The Bai family's bloodline can be traced back to the ancient powerful being, Taiyin Fengmu Yuanjun.

The cultivation technique that Yinshuang received that day was the inheritance of Taiyin Fengmu Yuanjun.

However, this kind of cultivation technique inheritance is completely different from bloodline inheritance, and the two may even be subtly hostile to some extent.

For example, the Fire God Palace obtained a portion of the Daoist lineage of the ancient demon god Zhu Rong, but it has always kept to itself and the Zhu Rong clan, and would not have any interaction with them unless necessary.

There are many hidden secrets within this...

What Wu Tian was concerned about was that the Bai family's bloodline was quite beneficial to him. Whether it was the Huodou bloodline or the Dutian Fiery True Bloodline, they were both fire-based techniques, and he did need other supernatural abilities to balance them.

The Bai family passed down the bloodline of the Wind Mother and the "Wind Mother's Twenty-Four Phases of the Sword," which made him somewhat interested.

Noble families do not place much importance on cultivation techniques, and even if those techniques are passed down, outsiders will not be able to practice them.

However, if he could obtain the Bai family's cultivation techniques, he could directly acquire the corresponding bloodline.

"However, the Lu family's bloodline origins are too ancient. That powerful being should have long since perished, or is no longer in this realm. But the Wind Mother..." (End of Chapter)