Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

"Yes, our ancestor has never done this before..."

"It is improper for Miss Nanxi to go to see Lady Zhurong alone..."

"If something really happens to our ancestor, our Lu family..."

People's hearts began to visibly flutter.

"Enough!" Wu Tian shouted in a deep voice, his cold gaze sweeping over Yu'e and Yu Luan. "The Ancestor's actions have their own reasons. How dare you speculate and disturb people's peace?"

"Miss Nanxi has been entrusted with important responsibilities by the Ancestor and is currently in charge of the Lu family. If you dare to spout nonsense again, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Yu'e was stunned when he scolded her in public, and then her spoiled arrogance surged up.

Her eyebrows shot up, and she pointed at Wu Tian, ​​shrilly, "Lu Ding! Who do you think you are? A mere member of a collateral branch of the Lu family, how dare you yell at us like that?"

"We are the elder's bedmates, and it is only natural for us to care about his safety! Why are you obstructing us like this? Do you have something to hide, or do you know something you're afraid to tell us?"

Yu Luan, hiding behind her, chimed in with tears welling up in her eyes, "Lu Ding, you are just a guard, how dare you disrespect us?"

"Gentlemen, are you just going to stand by and watch him humiliate us? If the Ancestor returns and finds out, he will certainly not let this madman off easily. Quickly seize him and wait for the Ancestor to return and punish him!"

When they invoked the name of Ancestor Yuyang, the four Refinement Realm deacons immediately showed signs of struggle.

On one side is Lu Nanxi's personal bodyguard, and on the other is the old patriarch's favored concubine...

The two older deacons exchanged a glance, then stepped forward with a forced smile and said to Wu Tian, ​​"Lu Ding, what they said isn't entirely unreasonable. You don't need to be angry. Why don't we wait for the ancestor to return before we talk about it?"

Although her tone was slow, her steps subtly moved forward, as if she were truly heeding Yu'e and Yu Luan's words and intending to subdue Wu Tian.

Wu Tian's eyes flashed with a cold light. He knew that if he did not establish his authority now, the morale of the people would completely collapse, and the situation would be beyond repair once Lu Nanxi returned.

He said no more, and his internal magical power surged forth!
"boom!"

A scorching, violent, and terrifying aura, seemingly capable of burning away the entire world, suddenly erupted from Wu Tian's body.

The temperature in the hall soared instantly, the air distorted, and intense fiery red spiritual light surged around him, faintly outlining a banner, a magic seal, a long sword, and a red dragon.

"The eighth level! This is the aura of the eighth level of the Heavenly Blazing Fire True Explanation!" A steward screamed, his face filled with disbelief.

The rest of the Lu family members were even more horrified, as if they had been choked.

They were all disciples of the Lu family and knew all too well how difficult it was to cultivate this true lineage.

The eighth level is something that even many direct descendants of the clan may not be able to reach.

Lu Ding is so young, yet he has such terrifying cultivation?
The two deacons who were about to step forward were suddenly jolted by the violent pressure, their blood surging and they staggered back several steps. Their eyes were filled with fear as they looked at Wu Tian, ​​and they no longer had the courage to fight.

Yu'e and Yu Luan were the first to be affected. Their delicate bodies trembled violently from the scorching and violent pressure, and their carefully made-up faces instantly lost all color.

At that moment, Wu Tian made a move.

The figure flashed by like a streak of fire.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
The crisp, sharp sounds of slaps rang out in rapid succession, almost in a continuous chorus.

Wu Tian attacked in anger. Although he did not use his full magical power, with his current physical strength and speed, the continuous slaps were far beyond what Yu'e and Yu Luan could withstand.

Yu'e's delicate right cheek was struck hard first, causing her head to tilt to the side, her hair to become disheveled, and her gold hairpin to fall off. Immediately afterward, her left cheek was struck again, and a clear red mark with five fingers instantly appeared on her snow-white skin, which quickly swelled up.

Yu Luan was not spared either. Wu Tian slapped her several times across the face, and her slender body swayed like a leaf in the wind, with a few drops of blood splattering on her light cherry-colored dress.

"what!!!"

The excruciating pain and humiliation finally brought the two women to a piercing scream.

Yu'e covered her rapidly swelling face, staring at Wu Tian in disbelief, her voice distorted with anger and pain: "You...you dare hit me?! Lu Ding, you're dead! When the Ancestor returns, he will tear you to pieces! He'll extract your soul and refine it! You wait!!!"

Yu Luan cried out, her once beautiful face now red, swollen, and distorted, tears streaming down her face: "Outrageous! Utterly outrageous! We are the Ancestor's people, and you have committed treason, deserving of death."

"Gentlemen, are you just going to stand by and watch? Move him! Grab him!"

The other four Lu family stewards looked at each other, unsure of what to do. They were not direct descendants of the Lu family; they had only broken through to the Refinement stage using the Capital Guard Secret Technique, and were only at the seventh level of cultivation.

If someone actually dares to make a move, not only is it uncertain whether they can win, but they'll likely offend people terribly in the future.

As they hesitated, Wu Tian, ​​with a cold look in his eyes as if looking at two noisy insects, stepped forward again.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
Another series of forehand and backhand smashes!
This time the blow was even harder. Yu'e's mouth was split open by the slap, and blood mixed with a tooth flew out. Her carefully applied makeup was smeared into a mess, and her whole face was blue and purple, swollen like a pig's head. Her beauty was no longer visible.

Yu Luan fared even worse. She was slapped so hard she spun around on the spot, staggered and fell to the ground. Her forehead hit the corner of the table, and blood gushed out immediately. Her peach-colored dress was stained with a large amount of blood, making her look utterly wretched.

"Ah! Stop hitting me! Please stop hitting me!" Yu Luan finally panicked, collapsed to the ground, curled up, and cried out for mercy.

Yu'e still wanted to be stubborn, but when she saw Wu Tian raise his hand again with an emotionless look in his eyes, boundless fear finally overwhelmed her.

"I was wrong! I was wrong! I won't talk nonsense anymore! Please forgive me!" She covered her face and knelt on the ground, wailing incoherently.

Wu Tian then stopped, looking down at the two trembling, unrecognizable women, his voice icy cold: "Remember this lesson. How dare you interfere with the whereabouts of the Ancestor and the actions of Miss Nanxi?"

“If I hear another word of gossip that disturbs people’s peace or questions the young lady, no matter whose concubine you are, I will kill you on the spot. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

After saying that, he no longer looked at the Lu family members in the hall who were silent and had complicated expressions, nor at the two women on the ground who were sobbing softly and looking disheveled. He turned around and walked straight to his room, leaving the hall in deathly silence.

After a long while, a steward trembled as he stepped forward and helped up Yu'e and Yu Luan, who were almost unconscious.

The crowd looked at each other, and no one dared to utter another word.

All that remained were the suppressed, painful sobs of the two women.

……

Wu Tian turned and went back to his room, closing the door behind him to shut out the faint sobs and suffocating silence from outside.

His face was calm and composed, but his heart was not without turmoil.

Lu Nanxi went to Chongming Palace alone, where she faced the unfathomable Lady Zhurong; the Lu family was in turmoil, with fools like Yu'e and Yu Luan among them; moreover, the six great families were here to ambush and kill Bai Qian...

Every single thing was shrouded in dark clouds.

But he knew all his worries and anxieties were futile. In the heart of the Zhu Rong clan's territory, his own strength was the key to dealing with any unforeseen events. Instead of being restless, he should seize every moment to improve his cultivation.

Sitting cross-legged on the cloud bed, Wu Tian took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his chaotic thoughts and focusing his mind on his body.

With his mind, he slowly activated the ninth level of the "True Explanation of the Heavenly Blazing Fire" technique.

Compared to the violent and intense eighth level, the ninth level's technique has a more profound and mysterious trajectory. As the magical power flows, it subtly carries the meaning of restrained yet powerful, melting all things.

With a thought, he spat out a pearl the size of a pigeon egg, dark red like solidified blood jade, with golden flame patterns flowing on its surface, which hung quietly about a foot in front of him.

It is the ancestral blood magic pearl of Ancestor Yuyang.

The moment this pearl appeared, even with the room's protective barriers, the temperature inside began to rise subtly, the air distorted slightly, and an ancient and pure fire-elemental pressure spread out. A glint flashed in Wu Tian's eyes, and his hands swiftly formed hand seals.

"Buzz!"

The magic beads trembled slightly, emitting a low hum.

Immediately, the golden flame patterns on the dark red bead lit up, moving as if they had come to life. A torrent of immense power, purity, and unimaginable heat erupted from within the magic bead.

That was no ordinary essence of heaven and earth, but rather the essence of the primordial spirit of Ancestor Yuyang, refined and condensed from his bloodline origin and understanding of the Dao of Fire.

Wu Tian opened his mouth and swallowed, the blood bead entering his stomach.

"Boom!"

It was as if a roaring river or a volcanic eruption resounded within him. The essence of his blood, like a celestial river bursting its banks or a molten lava vein awakening, surged into his limbs, bones, meridians, and acupoints with unstoppable force.

In an instant, Wu Tian's skin turned crimson, like a red-hot iron, with wisps of solidified golden-red flames uncontrollably bursting out of his pores, making him appear like a god in fire.

Even with protective barriers, the tables and chairs in the side room quickly developed scorch marks on their surfaces.

The energy that surged in was so immense and so violent, it was like forcibly pouring an entire river of lava into a relatively narrow channel.

Wu Tian's meridians were swelling and stinging, his bones were making a slight "creaking" sound as if they were under too much pressure, his blood was boiling, and his internal organs felt as if they were being repeatedly burned and forged by raging fire.

He groaned, and the sweat that had just seeped out was immediately evaporated.

This refining method was too violent, but he couldn't care less about that now; he just wanted to refine the blood bead as quickly as possible to improve his strength.

With the assistance and refinement provided by the system panel, the progress of the ninth level of the True Understanding of the Heavenly Blazing Fire is increasing at a visible rate.

10%...15%...20%...

His aura began to rise rapidly.

……

Meanwhile, deep within Kunming Pool lies Chongming Palace.

The steward of the Zhurong clan led the way, with Lu Nanxi following behind him.

The deeper one goes, the more oppressive and solemn the atmosphere becomes. Every ten feet, two guards wearing heavy armor and animal-patterned masks stand solemnly.

These guards possessed a profound and abyss-like aura, and were all at the Dao Embryo Realm.

They held long spears, the tips of which rippled with subtle Daoist energy, clearly indicating that they were all powerful magical weapons.

What was even more unsettling was the omnipresent fluctuations of the array. Flames flickered on the jade bricks beneath her feet, and incantations flowed across the dome above her head. Lu Nanxi had no doubt that if there was any unusual movement, the entire Chongming Palace would be transformed into a blazing inferno in an instant.

After passing through seven corridors and crossing three arched bridges spanning spiritual springs, the red-robed elder leading the way stopped before a palace, extended his withered fingers, and opened a door manifesting divine light.

“Miss Lu, please.” The old man’s voice was hoarse and dry.

Lu Nanxi composed herself and stepped through the palace gate.

In an instant, the feeling of solid ground beneath my feet vanished.

She felt as if she had stepped into an ancient starry sky. All around her was darkness, with no sense of up, down, left, or right, and no ground. Only dozens of stars floated in the darkness, moving along mysterious trajectories and scattering starlight.

Upon closer inspection, Lu Nanxi discovered that the so-called stars were actually thrones, with incantations flowing within them like living things. Dozens of star thrones formed a complex and enormous array.

At this moment, some Nascent Soul True Persons had already arrived. They sat upright on the Star Throne, protected by magical light and illuminated by starlight. Various wondrous phenomena surrounded their bodies, creating a magnificent spectacle.

After Lu Nanxi appeared, at least a dozen pairs of eyes immediately fell on her.

The gaze of the Primordial Spirit True Man contained his own will and Daoist essence, pressing down like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down.

"Ugh..." Lu Nanxi groaned, the crimson aura around her body trembled violently, the true blood of the Heavenly Blazing Fire was circulating wildly, and the ancient and desolate phantom of the Heavenly Divine Pillar faintly appeared behind her, the pillar surrounded by flames, trying its best to resist the pressure surging from all directions.

Her face was slightly pale, but her back was ramrod straight.

Just then, she sensed a slight pull, her heart stirred, but she did not resist.

In an instant, a beam of starlight fell, enveloping his body and landing him on a throne.

As the starlight engulfed his body, the other Nascent Soul cultivators stopped paying attention.

Before long, the Nascent Soul True Persons from various prominent families arrived one after another. Apart from Lu Nanxi, a total of thirty-one Nascent Soul True Persons eventually gathered.

The gathering of so many ancient artifacts instantly transformed the ancient hall into a magnificent spectacle, illuminated by divine light. Different paths and principles intertwined and collided, emitting subtle humming sounds.

Flames burn, starlight swirls, poisonous miasma surges, deep waters rise and fall, a gentle breeze blows...

About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the ancient temple gates slammed shut.

Two beams of celestial light, one blue and one red, descended from the sky, revealing the figures of two female immortals.

Lady Zhurong wore a crimson-gold palace dress, her long hair tied up with a phoenix hairpin, and her exquisite face was filled with majesty and solemnity.

Feng Xian's figure was hazy and beautiful, her true appearance unclear. Only a gentle breeze surrounded her, her dress seemingly woven from the morning glow and evening clouds, fluttering lightly in the wind.

The two immortals sat on the thrones at the top, and in an instant, a magnificent spectacle arose, with flames and gales raging, like the sun and moon in the sky, making all the Nascent Soul cultivators pale in comparison.

The immense pressure, like a tangible tsunami, swept across every corner.

Lu Nanxi let out a muffled groan, and the illusory image of the Heavenly Pillar behind her trembled violently, almost collapsing.

She gritted her teeth, her magic burning, and forcibly stabilized herself.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that even the magical light emanating from those Nascent Soul cultivators fluctuated and contracted to varying degrees.

Two wandering immortals appeared, their divine might as a prison.

You can hear a needle drop in the hall.

"Everyone is here."

Lady Zhurong spoke, her voice calm and resonating directly in everyone's soul, "Then let's begin."

Her gaze swept across the entire room, pausing briefly on Lu Nanxi without any reaction.

"I have invited you all here today to discuss a major matter concerning the future of the southern border region for the next thousand years."

She paused, and a vast, illusory map of the southern frontier appeared in the starlight before her, with mountains, rivers, cities, and mountain ranges clearly depicted.

"I, the Zhu Rong clan, the Cao clan, and the Bai clan have reached a consensus."

On the geomantic map amidst the starlight, the lands of Kunming, Xiangxi, and Nanzhao suddenly lit up, bursting forth with dazzling light.

"The aim is to unite the powerful families of the southern frontier and establish a new nation." (End of Chapter)