Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

As dawn broke and the thin mist over Kunming Pool had not yet completely dissipated, the rooms on the second floor of Qiyun Courtyard were already warm.

When Lu Nanxi opened her eyes, the first thing she felt was a steady and strong arm around her waist, holding her tightly in her embrace.

Wu Tian lay on his side, his red hair spread out on the pillow. His usually cold and stern face was now relaxed, and his breathing was even and long.

Morning light streamed through the window and fell on his sharply defined profile, casting a small shadow on his cheek with his high, straight nose, and his thin lips pressed into a calm line.

He had already removed his armor and was only wearing a black nightgown, the collar of which was slightly open, revealing his muscular chest and collarbone, with a few shallow scratch marks still visible on it.

Lu Nanxi's cheeks flushed slightly, but she didn't look away.

She watched him quietly, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the smooth muscle lines of his arm, feeling the warm and powerful touch.

She moved cautiously, trying to get closer to him, but unexpectedly, the arm around her waist tightened instantly.

"Awake?" Wu Tian's deep, slightly hoarse voice sounded above him, carrying the languor unique to early morning.

Lu Nanxi raised her head and met a pair of eyes that were already open.

The golden flames that had burned in those eyes last night had faded, and now, bathed in the morning light, they were a deep, dark black, yet softer than usual, as they gazed intently at her.

"Mmm," Lu Nanxi responded softly, burying her face in his neck and greedily inhaling his clean, warm scent. "When did you wake up?"

“A quarter of an hour earlier than you.” Wu Tian’s hand gently caressed her smooth back, his palm warm. “Seeing you sleeping so soundly, I didn’t have the heart to wake you.”

Lu Nanxi's lips unconsciously curled up, her fingers tracing circles on his chest, her voice carrying a coquettish tone she herself was unaware of: "It's all your fault, you're so troublesome."

"Is that so?" Wu Tian chuckled softly, gently pulling her up until she was at his eye level. "Then who was it that kept saying they wanted more and told me to hurry up..."

"Don't say it!" Lu Nanxi's cheeks flushed instantly, and she reached out to cover his mouth.

Wu Tian took her hand and gently kissed her fingertips, looking at her intently: "Want to do it again?"

Lu Nanxi's ears turned red, but she forced herself to remain calm and glared at him: "What time is it? Why are you still doing this?"

Despite this, she did not pull her hand away, but instead intertwined her fingers with his.

The two embraced quietly for a moment, enjoying this rare moment of peace.

The morning bells of Kunming Pool rang out from outside the window, distant and solemn, echoing between the mountain peaks and the sea of ​​clouds. In the distance, one could faintly hear the sounds of cultivators wielding magical artifacts, and the gradually rising noise of people in the city.

"It's time to get up." Wu Tian kissed her forehead. "We can't be too late for the wedding banquet today."

Lu Nanxi nodded gently, but still lingered in his arms, playing with a strand of his red hair with her fingers: "Are you going to Biluo Garden later?"

"Hmm." Wu Tian's eyes narrowed slightly. "It would be best to return the Immortal Binding Rope as soon as possible."

A hint of worry flashed in Lu Nanxi's eyes: "Be careful."

"Don't worry," Wu Tian patted her back reassuringly, "I know what I'm doing."

He held her for a while longer before getting up first.

His figure was as upright as a pine tree, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His muscles were smooth and full of explosive power. He walked to the window, opened it, and let the cool morning air rush into the room, bringing with it the unique fresh atmosphere of Kunming Pool, which was a mixture of lake water and spiritual energy.

Lu Nanxi also sat up, the brocade quilt slipped off, revealing her smooth shoulders and back and her beautiful curves.

She reached out and grabbed the plain gauze nightgown that was lying on the side, put it on, got off the bed barefoot, and walked to his side.

Wu Tian naturally put his arm around her waist, and the two stood side by side by the window, looking out.

Qiyun Villa is situated on high ground, and from the second floor, one can see a large expanse of Kunming Pool.

On the mirror-like blue lake, the morning mist floats like a veil, and the majestic city buildings in the distance appear and disappear in the mist. The flames on the top of the tower burn quietly, reflecting a magnificent glow in the morning light.

Various colored lights were already flashing across the sky. Today was the wedding day of Lady Zhurong, and guests from all directions were gathering one after another.

"So beautiful." Lu Nanxi sighed softly. "How wonderful it would be if this peace and tranquility could last forever."

"Yes, I will." Wu Tian turned his head to look at her.

In the morning light, she wore only a gauze dress, her black hair slightly disheveled, exuding a languid and charming aura. Her figure was faintly visible beneath the gauze, and her skin shone with a warm, ivory-like luster in the light.

That usually aloof face had shed its usual coldness, and her eyes were now full of captivating charm.

Lu Nanxi turned to look at him, her eyes filled with laughter: "Then you must stay with me forever and never leave me."

"Of course, you are my woman." Wu Tian lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips. "Go wash up and change. Today's wedding banquet will probably not be so simple."

Lu Nanxi tiptoed and kissed him back before turning and walking towards the bathroom behind the screen.

Wu Tian watched her graceful figure as she walked away, his eyes filled with warmth.

After Lu Nanxi finished washing up and changed into a more solemn palace dress, Wu Tian had also put on his black armor again, with a red cloak hanging down his back, and he had returned to his cold and silent guard appearance.

"I'll head to Biluo Garden first," Wu Tian said in a low voice.

"Be careful." Lu Nanxi smoothed out non-existent wrinkles on his shoulder armor. "Go and come back soon."

Wu Tian nodded, turned around and left the room.

……

Biluo Garden is quite peaceful in the morning.

Holding the section of the Immortal-Binding Rope that had already concealed its spiritual light, Wu Tian was quickly led to a quiet room after being informed outside the garden.

The Six-Fingered Fairy still stood by the window, but today she had changed into a dark green long dress embroidered with gold spider patterns, and her long hair was tied up with a jade hairpin, revealing her slender and graceful neck.

Hearing footsteps, she slowly turned around, her emerald eyes falling on the Immortal Binding Rope in Wu Tian's hand.

"Did Fellow Daoist Yuyang send you?" Her voice was still gentle and charming, but it carried an invisible pressure.

Wu Tian bowed respectfully, neither humble nor arrogant: "Reporting to Immortal Maiden, the Ancestor received an urgent letter from the family last night, stating that he had important business to attend to and had to leave immediately, making it inconvenient for him to come in person. He specifically instructed me to return the magic treasure and convey his gratitude."

He presented the Immortal Binding Rope with both hands.

With a flick of her jade-like fingers, the Six-Fingered Fairy Maiden sent the Immortal-Binding Rope flying into her hand.

She scanned the area with her divine sense, confirming that the power of the talisman had dissipated and the rope itself was undamaged. She nodded slightly: "Fellow Daoist Yuyang is indeed trustworthy."

She asked a few more questions, which Wu Tian answered one by one, and then respectfully took his leave.

Fortunately, nothing went wrong.

No one could have imagined that Ancestor Yu Yang, a dignified Nascent Soul True Person, would die at the hands of a cultivation practitioner.

Wu Tian bowed and withdrew, only secretly breathing a sigh of relief after leaving Biluo Garden.

...Just as Wu Tian was heading to Biluo Garden, there was some chaos in the hall on the first floor of Qiyun Villa.

There were six members of the Lu family accompanying them. In addition to two young maids who were responsible for taking care of Ancestor Yuyang, there were also four stewards at the Refinement Realm.

As was customary, they were supposed to pay their respects to Ancestor Yuyang in the early morning and hear about the day's arrangements, but they waited and waited and the Ancestor never appeared.

“Miss Nanxi,” an elderly deacon with gray hair finally couldn’t help but ask Lu Nanxi, who was sitting in the main seat, “Has the patriarch not gotten up yet? It’s getting late for the wedding banquet today.”

Lu Nanxi had already changed into a dignified palace dress and was now leisurely sipping a cup of spiritual tea. Upon hearing this, she raised her eyes, her expression calm and unwavering: "Last night, the Ancestor received an urgent message from the family, stating that there were important matters that required his immediate return to handle, and he left Kunming Pool late at night."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the hall was taken aback.

"The Ancestor...has left?" Another middle-aged deacon asked in astonishment. "But today is Lady Zhurong's wedding banquet. How could the Ancestor, as the representative of the Lu family, be absent?"

“Yes, without the Ancestor’s presence, we…” The younger steward looked uneasy. Although he didn’t finish his sentence, his meaning was clear: with their cultivation and status, they were simply not up to the task in this situation.

Lu Nanxi put down her teacup, and the crisp clinking sound made everyone's hearts skip a beat.

Her gaze slowly swept over everyone present, her voice clear and cold yet carrying an undeniable authority: "Before the Ancestor departed, he gave instructions that I would be fully responsible for all matters related to today's wedding banquet."

"But..." the old steward hesitated, his face full of worry, "Miss Nanxi, all those present today are high-ranking members of various prominent families, and each has a Nascent Soul cultivator present..."

Lu Nanxi interrupted him, a sharp glint in her eyes, "Since the Ancestor has entrusted this matter to me, I will take full responsibility. You all just need to perform your duties and act according to etiquette, and do not lose face for the Lu family."

She spoke with absolute certainty, but the people in the hall looked at each other, clearly not entirely at ease.

Especially the two women standing in the corner, they were the concubines of Patriarch Yuyang who accompanied him on this trip. One was called Yu'e, dressed in pink, with a charming face; the other was called Yuluan, dressed in an elegant green dress, with a gentle temperament.

The two men exchanged a glance, both seeing deep doubt and unease in each other's eyes.

As they served Ancestor Yuyang, even if it was just through osmosis, they learned some secrets unknown to outsiders, especially Ancestor Yuyang's covetousness of Lu Nanxi.

Given the patriarch's usual style, there is absolutely no way he would suddenly leave at such a crucial moment, leaving Lu Nanxi alone.

Unless... something unexpected happens.

Yu'e and Qingluan exchanged a glance, both feeling that there was something fishy going on.

But they dared not ask anything, dared not say anything.

In the world of cultivation, knowing too much is often not a good thing, especially when it involves matters concerning the Primordial Spirit True Person.

After a moment's hesitation, one of the stewards spoke softly, "Miss Nanxi, did the Ancestor leave any special instructions before he left? For example... when will he return?"

Lu Nanxi looked at him calmly: "The Ancestor only said that the matter was urgent and the return date was uncertain. What, is there something you're worried about?"

That gaze was calm and unwavering, yet it made the steward's heart tremble. He quickly lowered his head and said, "I dare not, it's just... I'm just worried about the safety of the Ancestor."

“Our ancestor’s cultivation is extraordinary; he can handle anything,” Lu Nanxi said calmly, no longer looking at her. Instead, she instructed the stewards, “Go and check the wedding gifts to make sure they are correct. We will depart for the wedding banquet venue in half an hour.”

Seeing her resolute attitude, although the crowd still had doubts, they dared not say anything more and all agreed to step back to prepare.

About half an hour later, footsteps were heard outside the door.

The faint sound of black armor rubbing together grew louder as it approached, steady and powerful.

A glint flashed in Lu Nanxi's eyes, and her tense shoulders relaxed almost imperceptibly.

Yu'e and Qingluan also looked in the direction of the sound, and saw Wu Tian, ​​dressed in black armor and red cloak, stride into the hall. His face was as cold and stern as ever. He clasped his hands in a salute to Lu Nanxi and said, "Miss, the matter has been settled."

Lu Nanxi nodded slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips: "Is everything going smoothly?"

Wu Tian respectfully replied, "It went very smoothly."

"That's good." Lu Nanxi stood up, straightened her sleeves, and said, "Everyone's here now, so we should get going."

She turned to face the crowd, her voice clear and bright: "Ladies and gentlemen, today's wedding banquet is a matter of great importance to the Lu family. I hope you will all be careful with your words and actions and not be impolite. If any unforeseen circumstances arise, please follow my instructions."

"We will obey Miss's orders!" everyone replied in unison.

Lu Nanxi nodded slightly and walked towards the door first.

Wu Tian followed closely behind, his black armor gleaming with a cold, hard luster in the morning light.

Stepping out of Qiyun Courtyard, a morning breeze caressed my face, and the distant chimes of Kunming Pool echoed through the air.

……

About half an hour later, the auspicious time will arrive.

Above Kunming Pool, rays of light shone in countless directions, and auspicious clouds drifted in thousands of strands.

In the center of the once vast, mirror-like lake, countless enormous white jade lotus platforms slowly rose.

Each lotus platform is several tens of feet in diameter, with layered, crystal-clear petals, and inscribed with intricate incantations that shimmer with a warm glow in the sunlight.

The lotus platform slowly rotated, suspended several feet above the lake surface, arranged according to its orientation, vaguely forming a mysterious formation.

Guests began to enter.

Under the guidance of the stewards of the Zhu Rong clan, each family, sect, and independent cultivator flew to their respective lotus platforms.

The Lu family was seated on a lotus platform on the west side. Seats had already been set up on the platform, and the tables were carved from spirit jade and filled with spirit fruits, immortal wine, and delicacies, with an enticing fragrance.

Lu Nanxi, accompanied by Wu Tian and several other members of the Lu family, stepped onto the lotus platform.

Today she changed into a more formal palace dress, a deep crimson-purple color, embroidered with large red spider lilies in gold thread, extending from the hem to her waist.

Her wide sleeves cascaded down, the cuffs embroidered with delicate cloud and thunder patterns. Her dark hair was tied into a high bun, adorned with a red-gold and kingfisher-feather-inlaid crown, from which hung delicate beaded curtains that obscured half her face, adding to her mystery and nobility.

She sat upright in the main seat, her back straight, her chin slightly raised, reverting to her former aloof and noble demeanor as the pride of the Lu family.

Wu Tian remained clad in black armor and a red cloak, his face cold and stern, his gaze fixed straight ahead, playing the role of a loyal guard. His all-seeing eye was quietly activated, taking in the surrounding scenery.

On each lotus platform, guests took their seats one after another.

Before long, the Li family of the Swallowing Toad Palace also took their seats on the lotus platform on the west side, not far from the Lu family.

Today, Li Yunchao, the head of the Li family, changed into a dark blue robe embroidered with wave patterns and wore a jade crown, looking quite spirited.

His gaze swept across the lotus platform of the Lu family and saw that only Lu Nanxi was sitting in the main seat, while the Jade Sun Ancestor was nowhere to be seen. A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it and whispered to the elder beside him.

"Why hasn't that old scoundrel Yu Yang shown up?"

"Could it be that they took advantage of our absence to return to the Lu family?"

"Or is there some kind of conspiracy or scheme?" (End of Chapter)