Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

"Business is done, let's enjoy ourselves!"

Cao Xuande laughed heartily, "Fellow Daoists, please drink this cup to the brim, and wish us success in three days!"

He raised his glass first, and amidst the shimmering starlight, drank the spirit wine in one gulp.

As he finished speaking, the scene in the hall suddenly changed.

The dome shone brightly with precious pearls, intertwined with a magnificent rosy veil.

The Star Throne slowly descended, and the jade platform below extended, raising numerous long tables, and thirty-six cloud beds and soft couches appeared out of thin air.

Cao Xuande laughed loudly, "Fellow Daoists, please, let's drink until we're drunk today!"

After saying this, he took his seat first, followed by the other Nascent Soul True Persons.

Lu Nanxi looked around and realized that Lady Zhurong and Fengxian had disappeared during the change of light and shadow. She silently followed and sat down on a soft couch.

On the jade table in front of the bed, the light of rare delicacies and fine wines was almost overflowing. The spiritual energy was misty and the fragrance was wonderful. Many spiritual fruits and delicacies were breathing out the glow of the sun.

At the same time, the sounds of string and wind instruments suddenly intensified, and seventy-two stunningly beautiful women, divided into two groups, flowed slowly into the main hall like two winding galaxies.

On the left is a group of thirty-six people, all wearing flowing, neon-colored wide-sleeved fairy dresses.

As she moved, her wide sleeves fluttered, revealing glimpses of her fair wrists and half-length jade arms, more alluring and gentle than the finest mutton-fat jade.

A delicate waist chain with dangling tassels swayed gently with her steps, tinkling softly.

The group of thirty-six people on the right wore even bolder flying golden embroidered dance costumes.

Her upper body was covered only by a bra, revealing a large expanse of her snow-white back, flat abdomen, and the graceful lines of her collarbones. Her lower body was covered by a light and thin gauze skirt, and her long, straight, shapely legs were clearly visible as she walked.

They wore golden bells on their ankles, delicate gold chains around their wrists and arms, and golden floral decorations on their foreheads, making them look like flying fairies who had stepped out of a mural.

The seventy-two women were all tall and beautiful, with different temperaments, some as aloof as fairies, some as alluring as the bone, and some as charming as lovely girls. No two were alike.

Their aura was pure, and their eyes shone with a spiritual light. They were clearly not just dancers, but also carefully cultivated potential partners and concubines.

After these dancers entered, they paired up and, like butterflies flitting among flowers, floated lightly and accurately toward the cloud-shaped soft couch where the Yuan Shen Zhenren was located.

With sweet smiles, they gracefully bowed down, one holding a pot and the other a cup, kneeling obediently by the couch, ready to serve at any time.

Two women were also serving Cao Xuande. Cao Xuande chuckled softly in the starlight and naturally reached out to pull the gold-embroidered dancer into his arms. His fingers caressed her slender waist, which was only covered by gold thread, causing the woman's delicate body to tremble slightly and her cheeks to blush. She leaned closer to him even more obediently.

Even though today is his wedding day, he hasn't shown any restraint.

Two women dressed in flowing neon dresses also came to Lu Nanxi's side. They were beautiful and refined, and silently served her food and wine with proper manners.

At this moment, the most exquisite dancer gracefully stepped into the center of the jade platform. The celestial music changed again, incorporating the crisp chimes and the melodious sounds of the sheng and xiao, making the tune tender, poignant, and captivating.

The dancers gracefully began to dance to the music.

The dancers, dressed in neon-colored flowing dresses, swung their wide sleeves like clouds, sometimes suddenly whipping them out, their long sleeves shooting out like serpents, drawing graceful arcs in the air.

Their waists were incredibly flexible; when they bent over and leaned back, their heads almost touching the ground. Their flowing skirts clung to their bodies, outlining breathtaking curves from their chests to their thighs, with the hem spreading out like an inverted calyx.

The dancers, dressed in golden robes embroidered with flying apsaras, performed even more fiery and daring dances, full of primal vitality and allure.

Their arms, waists, and long legs moved with great amplitude. When they twisted their hips and swayed their buttocks, their gauze skirts were almost transparent, and the outline of their undergarments and the glow of their skin were faintly visible under the dazzling light.

They spun rapidly, their golden skirts billowing like golden mandalas, the breathtaking contrast between their slender waists and full hips displayed to its fullest extent as they spun.

Every now and then, a dancer would stretch her body to its limit with extreme flexibility, her golden lace bodice covering her trembling full breasts, as if she were about to break free of her restraints at any moment.

Their eyes were glazed, their red lips were slightly parted, their breaths were soft, and their foreheads and necks were slightly damp with fragrant sweat. At the climax of the music, they even made low, suppressed, yet captivating harmonies.

At the height of the dance, the dancers suddenly weaved through each other, neon lights and gold threads intertwining, their movements both synchronized and uniquely charming.

Their arms were linked, their bodies leaning back, forming an undulating, flesh-colored rainbow bridge, which then rippled and undulated like lotus leaves in the wind. The waves formed by their snow-white skin and graceful curves were enough to make anyone's heart flutter.

The entire hall was filled with an atmosphere of extravagance, a mixture of fine wine, delicacies, rouge, and the fragrance of women.

The light and shadow were mesmerizing, bodies lay sprawled out, celestial music played softly, and the faint sounds of giggling and panting could be heard.

The tense atmosphere of the previous secret meetings seemed to have been washed away by this grand feast, at least on the surface.

The Yuan Shen Zhenren present also embraced the beauty, savored delicacies and fine wines, and laughed heartily, seemingly enjoying himself immensely.

Lu Nanxi felt utterly absurd and out of place in that environment.

She sipped her wine, but felt a chill in her heart.

The banquet lasted for several hours, until nearly midnight, when Cao Xuande announced the end of the banquet, seemingly still not satisfied.

The group once again transformed into streaks of light and departed, with many of the Nascent Soul True Persons accompanied by the beautiful women they had just served, who had been tacitly given to them.

Lu Nanxi refused the two women's offer to follow her and walked out of the main hall alone.

The cool night breeze dissipated some of the opulent heat and sweltering atmosphere within the palace.

"It really is……"

She shook her head, feeling as if everything that had just happened was a dream.

……

Deep within the Qiyun Courtyard, the doors and windows of Wu Tian's quiet room were tightly shut.

The room was dark and without candles, yet it was enveloped in a hazy, flickering firelight.

Wu Tian sat cross-legged on the futon, his eyes slightly closed, his aura deep and profound.

Beneath his skin, divine light flowed slowly. With each breath, he exhaled fine, hair-like sparks from his mouth and nose. These sparks did not extinguish upon landing; instead, they scorched shallow marks on the jade bricks.

Inside his abdomen, the ancestral blood magic pearl belonging to the Jade Sun Ancestor, with its intricate and complex Dutian divine patterns flickering, continuously releases incomparably pure Dutian Fiery True Blood.

The ninth level of the "True Explanation of the Heavenly Blazing Fire" technique surged and circulated within his body, like a red dragon awakening, greedily devouring the power of the Ancestral Blood Pearl.

Wu Tian could clearly feel that his true blood was becoming more condensed and pure at a visible speed, and the desolate will of the ancient Kuafu deep in his bloodline seemed to be gradually awakening, bringing a scorching and heavy sense of power.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, on the system panel, the progress bar for the ninth level of the Heavenly Blazing Fire True Understanding was steadily and firmly climbing upwards from 43%.

Forty-five percent...forty-eight percent...fifty percent!
When the progress bar stopped steadily at fifty percent, the aura around Wu Tian suddenly receded, and all the strange phenomena were absorbed into his body.

He slowly opened his eyes, and two flames burned deep within his pupils. After a full three breaths, the flames gradually faded, returning to a deep, dark black.

"The Ancestral Blood Pearl is truly more useful to me than any rare and precious treasure." Wu Tian's heart stirred slightly as he felt the surging power within his body. "At this rate, I will be able to complete the ninth level in seven or eight days at most. At that time, condensing the pearl and breaking through to the Dao Embryo Realm will be a natural outcome."

He got up and stretched, his joints cracking and popping like popping beans. A faint, shimmering light flowed across his skin, a sign that his body was being further refined.

Just then, with a slight thought, his clairvoyance silently activated.

The gaze penetrates the walls of the quiet room, passes over the pavilions and waterside terraces of Qiyun Courtyard, and is cast towards the majestic and magnificent Chongming Palace in the distance, its walls glowing with the light of fire.

"I wonder how Nanxi is doing now?"

About fifteen minutes later, he saw a familiar figure walking out alone from the side door of the magnificent palace.

It's Lu Nanxi.

Wu Tian felt a slight sense of relief; it was good that nothing had happened. He quickly pushed open the door, his figure transforming into a wisp of smoke that almost blended into the night, and silently left the courtyard, heading towards the lakeside corridor that Lu Nanxi would inevitably pass through after leaving Chongming Palace.

The black armor made a very slight friction sound as it moved, and the crimson cloak flowed behind it like flames.

A cool night breeze carried the unique moisture of Kunming Pool. The palace lanterns hanging on both sides of the corridor cast a dim yellow glow, stretching the shadows of the carved beams and painted rafters long.

Wu Tian appeared at the corner of the corridor, just in time to meet Lu Nanxi who was walking towards him.

She was startled at first, but when she saw it was him, her clear, cold eyes lit up instantly, revealing an undisguised joy.

She quickened her pace, almost running, to stand before him.

“You…” She opened her mouth, as if she had a lot to say, but all the words stuck in her throat, and in the end, they turned into a sigh of relief.

"Let's go back."

Wu Tian nodded, about to leave alongside her.

"Miss Nanxi, please wait."

A clear, slightly authoritative female voice came from behind.

The two of them stopped at the same time and turned around to look.

Just a few feet away, a woman dressed in a long palace dress stood silently.

She looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with a beautiful face and a dignified demeanor that exuded a meticulous and aloof air.

"This servant, Chi Lian, is here on the orders of the Madam to invite Miss Nan Xi for a chat."

The female official, who called herself Chi Lian, gave Lu Nanxi a slight curtsy, her manners impeccable, but her tone was calm and unwavering, carrying an unquestionable air.

Lu Nanxi felt a chill run down her spine and exchanged a glance with Wu Tian.

The secret meeting and banquet had clearly ended, so why did Lady Zhurong summon her late at night?
Could it be... that the matter of Ancestor Yuyang has been exposed?
The thought was like ice water poured over her head, instantly chilling her fingertips.

"Thank you for leading the way, Miss Chi Lian." Lu Nanxi forced herself to remain calm, nodded slightly, and tried to keep her voice steady.

“The lady has instructed,” Chi Lian’s gaze shifted to Wu Tian, ​​her tone remaining calm, “that this Commander Lu Ding accompany us.”

"Me?" Wu Tian raised an eyebrow, alarm bells ringing in his mind.

What merit or ability does a mere cultivator at the Refining Realm have to be summoned by a Loose Immortal? This is definitely not a good thing! Could it be that his misdeeds have truly come to light?

Lu Nanxi was also shocked and subconsciously gripped Wu Tian's arm, her fingertips tightening to show her inner tension and unease.

Chi Lian said no more and turned to lead the way.

The two had no choice but to follow.

After passing through several heavily guarded palaces and corridors, they were led to a hall that exuded antiquity and a sense of oppression.

The temple gate is made of some kind of ancient wood, with naturally occurring flame-like patterns on it. The plaque is inscribed with two ancient seal characters, "Fire Virtue," written in strong, elegant strokes, with a faint red glow flowing around it, as if it might burst into flames at any moment.

Chi Lian stopped in front of the door and bowed, saying, "Madam, Miss Nanxi and Guard Lu have arrived."

"Come in." Lady Zhurong's voice came from inside the hall, less of the supreme majesty she had during the day, and more of a languid and casual tone.

The palace doors opened silently inward.

The scene inside the hall is completely different from the ancient and solemn atmosphere outside.

The floor was covered with warm, smooth jade, so shiny it reflected light, and a slight warmth emanated from it when you stepped on it barefoot. Several layers of pale gold gauze curtains hung from the ceiling, moving gently even without wind, softening the light.

Several ancient-style bronze lamp trees, with dozens of quietly burning flames on their tree-shaped branches, illuminate the hall with warmth and transparency.

Deep within the main hall, there was a bed covered with a thick, soft carpet made of the hide of an unknown monster. Lady Zhurong was reclining on the carpet, her back against a brocade pillow.

She was wearing only a very simple plain gauze dress at the moment.

The long dress, made of a light, misty material, flowed down and clung tightly to her perfectly proportioned body.

The neckline of the dress was extremely low, revealing a large expanse of fair, snow-white skin and a deep, alluring cleavage, which shimmered with a lustrous sheen under the warm light.

Her waist was loosely tied with a thin ribbon, making her waist appear even more slender and delicate. The hem of her skirt partially concealed her long, straight, and smooth legs, which were crossed.

Her black hair was loose, draped over her shoulders, back, and on the soft blanket like the finest black silk, adding a touch of languid charm.

At this moment, Lady Zhurong's exquisite face had lost some of its sharpness and gained more of a casual and lazy air, but her phoenix eyes, when they opened and closed, seemed to be able to see into people's hearts, carrying an indifference that looked down on all living beings and a composure that controlled everything.

She held a simple yet Taoist-inspired hairpin in her hand, its smooth, lustrous tip reflecting the jade's luster.

Chi Lian led the two into the hall, then silently retreated to the door.

"Nanxi greets Madam."

Lu Nanxi suppressed the surging fear in her heart, gracefully bowed, her posture respectful. Wu Tian also bowed in greeting, standing solemnly with his head bowed.

"No need for formalities." Lady Zhurong's voice rang out, more nonchalant and gentle than during the day, yet it made the two men's hearts tighten even more.

She raised her phoenix eyes, her gaze lingering on Lu Nanxi for a moment with a hint of scrutiny, before finally settling on Wu Tian.

That gaze wasn't particularly sharp or intimidating, yet it seemed to penetrate the skin and see right into the source.

Wu Tian felt as if he had nowhere to hide under that gaze, and even the Heavenly Fiery True Blood within his body seemed to stir slightly.

"You two," Lady Zhurong said, her red lips slightly parted, her voice not loud, but like a thunderclap, it resounded in the quiet and ancient hall, "you have quite the audacity."

Lu Nanxi's body stiffened instantly, and Wu Tian's scalp tingled. A chill ran from his tailbone straight to the top of his head. Could it be that Lady Zhurong really knew?
Lady Zhurong continued toying with the jade hairpin, her tone calm, "To dare to kill a Nascent Soul True Person who was invited to my Zhurong clan's ancestral land, especially your Lu family's ancestor Yu Yang... Tsk tsk, such audacity, even I must take notice." (End of Chapter)