Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

Meanwhile, Lu Nanxi returned to Qiyun Villa without stopping, and went straight through the front courtyard.

The courtyard appeared exceptionally secluded and quiet in the night. The dim, swaying light of the lanterns under the eaves cast her fleeting, solitary shadow, making it appear both long and short.

She felt a tightness in her chest, an unnamed fire mixed with a strong sense of bitterness and grievance burning through her internal organs, making it almost impossible for her to think.

Her man... was forcibly kept by Lady Zhurong.

That vile woman even bluntly asked him to engage in dual cultivation.

Although she knew Wu Tian was acting against his will, that the difference in strength was too great for him to resist, the mere thought that Wu Tian might be sharing a room with that stunningly beautiful and powerful immortal, or even...

She felt a sharp pain in her chest, as if she were being pricked by needles, or scratched by cat claws, making her restless and unable to sit still.

She walked quickly back to Qiyun Villa with her head down.

However, as soon as Lu Nanxi stepped into the front hall, several figures who had been sitting or talking in hushed tones suddenly swarmed around her like cats that had smelled blood.

The two concubines, Yu'e and Yu'luan, whose faces were still red and swollen from finger marks, along with the four anxious Refinement Realm deacons, had clearly been waiting there for quite some time.

With the Jade Sun Ancestor gone for a long time and Lu Nanxi suddenly summoned away and not returning for a long time, they were already in a state of panic. Seeing Lu Nanxi now was like grasping the backbone.

"Miss! You're finally back!" A steward rushed forward, his voice urgent.

“Miss Nanxi, where exactly did the Ancestor go?” another person asked immediately, their voice filled with unease.

Yu'e half-covered her still-painful cheek with a handkerchief, her voice carrying a deliberately suppressed emotion: "Miss, Lady Zhurong summoned you, is it... news of the Ancestor? Or... other arrangements?" Her gaze swept over Lu Nanxi's face.

Yu Luan also spoke softly, her words laced with barbs: "Yes, Miss, we've been waiting anxiously. Just now, Guard Lu Ding... even attacked us... With the Ancestor and Miss not here, he really thinks he's the master."

"Miss, what should we do now?"

"What are your instructions, Madam? What should we do next?"

The crowd bombarded her with questions. In particular, the seemingly concerned but actually provocative words from Yu'e and Yu Luan completely ignited her suppressed anger and frustration.

She was already in a state of turmoil because of Wu Tian's matter, and had nowhere to vent her bitterness and grievances. At this moment, this noise was like adding fuel to the fire.

"enough!"

Lu Nanxi suddenly stopped and looked up abruptly.

A chilling aura burst forth from her without reservation; the pressure of the Dao Embryo Realm, mixed with the overwhelming rage at this moment, swept through the entire front hall as if it were a tangible force.

The two concubines were the first to be hit; their faces turned pale, and they staggered backward, fear flashing in their eyes. The four stewards also caught their breath, and all their words came to an abrupt halt.

Her pretty face was filled with murderous intent, and her gaze swept over the six people in front of her like a sharp blade, especially lingering on the faces of Yu'e and Yu Luan, whose cheeks were red and swollen and whose eyes were evasive.

"The whereabouts of our ancestor have their own reasons; how can you presume to inquire about or speculate about them?"

Lu Nanxi's voice was icy cold, "How Lady Zhurong arranges things is none of your business. Do your job well, be careful with your words and actions. If you dare to gossip or spread rumors in private again, and shake people's hearts, don't blame me for being ruthless and punishing you according to family rules."

The six men were completely stunned by her imposing presence and resolute determination, falling silent and bowing their heads in agreement.

"All of you, step back!" Lu Nanxi coldly ordered, as if staying any longer would only intensify her irritation.

The group felt as if they had been granted a pardon and hurriedly retreated.

Lu Nanxi didn't look at them again, walked straight through the side door, returned to her room, and slammed the door shut. Leaning against the cold door, her chest heaved slightly, but the frustration and anger in her heart had not dissipated.

In the exquisite room, the soft light of the pearl illuminated her slightly haggard profile. She felt that nameless anger and bitter resentment surge up again.

"Damn it... Does being a rogue immortal mean you can do whatever you want? You already have Cao Xuande... and you still try to steal my man..."

She hugged her knees, buried her face in her arms, and her shoulders shrugged slightly.

There were no cries, but a silent sense of oppression and sorrow permeated the quiet air.

After a long while, she finally raised her head, her eyes slightly red. She walked to the dressing mirror in the inner room, looked at her distraught reflection, and bit her lip hard.

"Lu Nanxi, you are the second young lady of the Lu family, and you are a Dao Embryo. How can you be so out of control!"

She whispered to herself, forcibly suppressing the churning jealousy and resentment, and trying to regain her usual composure.

However, when her gaze inadvertently swept over the empty bed, and she thought of Wu Tian, ​​who was probably going through something at that moment, a feeling of bitterness welled up uncontrollably again.

Frustrated, she tugged at her clothes, walked to the bedside, kicked off her shoes in a fit of anger, lay down fully clothed, and covered her head with the quilt.

That night was destined to be a sleepless one for Lu Nanxi.

……

Inside the ancient hall deep within Chongming Palace, the candlelight was subtly adjusted, making the light increasingly hazy and soft, casting an ambiguous veil over the spacious and luxurious sleeping quarters.

A rustling sound came from the bed. Lady Zhurong had changed into a scarlet soft silk nightgown. The fabric was as light and thin as a cicada's wing, soft and close to her body, perfectly outlining her breathtaking curves.

The neckline was as loose as ever, revealing a large expanse of fair and delicate skin and exquisite collarbones. The matching belt at the waist was loosely tied, as if it would come undone with the slightest touch, and the shadows of long, straight legs were faintly visible as the skirt opened and closed.

Her black hair wasn't carefully combed; it was casually draped over her shoulders and back, with a few strands of dark hair lazily clinging to her smooth cheeks.

Her stunning face was bare and without makeup, which only enhanced her natural beauty. Her skin glowed and shone in the dim light, and her phoenix eyes were clear and bright, radiating a highly aggressive gaze.

Wu Tian could even clearly smell the fragrance emanating from her body.

Lady Zhurong tilted her head slightly, her gaze sweeping unabashedly over his angular face, taut jawline, the slightly bobbing Adam's apple on his neck, and his strong physique still visible beneath his black armor and robes.

"Ready?" she asked calmly. "Then let's begin."

Wu Tian's body tensed almost imperceptibly as he made a final attempt to resist, his voice hoarse: "Madam, my cultivation is too weak; I fear I am no match for you..."

"I know what you're thinking," Lady Zhurong interrupted him rudely, seemingly having already lost patience with his rhetoric.

She suddenly reached out and, with a little force, slowly pressed her hand against his cheek, then slid it along his jawline to his neck, her fingertips lightly brushing against his Adam's apple.

The touch was slightly cool, yet it instantly ignited a burning heat.

Her movements carried a forceful yet natural quality, as if she were examining an object, her gaze focused. "Are you worried that I'm using you for stamina? Or... are you thinking about your little lover from the Lu family?"

She narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly, and a half-smile curved her lips. "Don't worry, if I wanted to harm you, why would I go through all this trouble? To merge with me is a blessing that others would beg for."

As she spoke, her hand didn't leave; instead, it moved even closer, almost half-stroking and half-holding his neck, her thumb seemingly unintentionally rubbing behind his ear, bringing a series of subtle, undeniable tingling sensations.

Wu Tian's muscles instantly stiffened, and his blood seemed to flow faster, but he forced himself to stand still, avoiding her overly direct gaze.

“However,” Lady Zhurong changed the subject, her tone becoming playful, and she suddenly took another half step forward, the distance between them almost so close that they could hear each other’s breaths.

She raised her other hand, this time using her fingertips to gently touch the center of Wu Tian's chest. Through the fabric, the warmth seemed to carry an electric current. "Your restraint and resistance have diminished my interest."

"The path of dual cultivation emphasizes the fusion of mind and body. How can someone as wooden as you resonate with me?"

Her fingertips, though not applying force, carried an irresistible quality as they slowly moved downwards, tracing the contours of his firm chest muscles. Through his clothes, the slow yet distinct touch added an indescribable ambiguity and provocation compared to direct contact.

Wu Tian's breath hitched; this woman was far too assertive and direct.

"It seems I must teach you myself," Lady Zhurong whispered, her voice almost brushing against his ear.

She suddenly withdrew her hand from his chest and instead reached directly for his waist, her movements fluid and forceful as she grabbed the belt at his side.

"Madam!" Wu Tian exclaimed in surprise, raising his hand to stop her.

"Don't move." Lady Zhurong raised her eyes and glanced at him. Her gaze was calm and unwavering, yet it carried a vast and unfathomable pressure that instantly froze Wu Tian's arm in mid-air.

Without pausing, she deftly untied the sash of his outer robe, and then the knot of his inner tight-fitting clothes.

Her movements were not hurried, even elegant, yet they carried an undeniable air of dominance.

His outer robe slipped off, and his black armor was removed and placed aside.

Wu Tian was soon left only with a thin, close-fitting undershirt, revealing the outline of his strong physique. His taut muscles undulated in the dim light, and his lips were tightly pressed together, his jawline taut like a knife's edge.

Lady Zhurong seemed somewhat satisfied. She released her grip on his waist and instead gently placed her hands on his strong arms, using a little force to pull him a step toward the bed.

"come over."

She gave the order, turning around first and stepping barefoot onto the large bed covered with thick, soft brocade. Then she turned back, sat down on the edge of the bed, patted the spot next to her, and looked at him with eyes full of silent urging.

Wu Tian's Adam's apple bobbed again; he knew that any verbal resistance was futile at this point.

He silently took off his boots, stepped onto the bed as instructed, and sat down in the spot she designated, still maintaining a distance, his body stiff.

Lady Zhurong looked at his composed and dignified demeanor, as if facing a formidable enemy, and suddenly chuckled softly, moving closer to him.

She reached out her hands, her touch slightly cool and her grip irresistible, and cupped his face, forcing him to turn and look at her.

Their noses almost touched, and her warm breath brushed against his lips, carrying a faint fragrance.

"Look at me," she commanded, her phoenix eyes so deep they seemed to draw one's soul in. "Forget about those unimportant people and things."

Her thumb lightly brushed against his lower lip, the gesture suggestive, yet her tone was forceful, as if issuing a decree: "If you continue to be so absent-minded, I don't mind using a special method to make you... focus a little more."

As she spoke, she slowly leaned forward, her soft body almost pressed against his taut chest. Through their thin clothes, they seemed to be able to feel each other's temperature and heartbeats.

She tilted her head slightly, her soft lips brushing lightly against his earlobe, her breath sweet as orchids: "Or are you afraid? Afraid of becoming addicted to this and betraying your little lover?"

These words were spoken almost directly into his ear, low and seductive.

Wu Tian's body jolted violently, and his blood seemed to rush to his head instantly. This woman was really too good at it; he was almost losing control of himself.

Lady Zhurong took in his reaction, her interest growing even stronger.

She moved slowly, no longer confined to whispering in his ear, but her cool nose brushing against his cheek. Finally, her lips gently pressed against the corner of his mouth. It wasn't a deep kiss, just a lingering touch, warm and softly pressured.

Wu Tian's muscles tensed up instantly, and his fingers unconsciously clenched the brocade quilt beneath him.

He actually had some worries in his heart. The fact that Lady Zhurong, with her status and position, suddenly wanted to engage in dual cultivation with someone as insignificant as him filled him with vigilance.

But with such a striking presence as Lady Zhurong, whose status, aura, and appearance were so powerful, such blatant provocation made it impossible for him to suppress his physical instincts.

This brief kiss seemed to amuse Lady Zhurong.

She stepped back slightly, watching Wu Tian's eyes widen suddenly, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. Then, she moved closer again, precisely covering his lips with hers.

Her hands slid down from cupping his face to the back of his neck, her fingertips threading through his short, stiff hair, gently pressing his scalp, bringing waves of tingling sensations, and at the same time, a gentle confinement.

Wu Tian's breathing became completely disordered, his mind was in chaos. Lu Nanxi's tearful face intertwined with the stunningly beautiful face before him, the oppressive aura of a wandering immortal coexisting with the domineering yet soft aggression between her lips and teeth.

He endured it stiffly, as if all the blood in his body rushed to the touched area, only to be repeatedly cooled by the icy water of reason.

He wanted to escape, but deep within his body, a primal flame, forcibly ignited by such a powerful, beautiful, and dangerous being, was stirring and fiercely resisting his will.

Lady Zhurong keenly sensed the subtle changes in his body and the increasingly difficult-to-control, chaotic aura emanating from him.

She stepped back slightly, looked at Wu Tian's extremely tense face and the almost bursting dark fire in his eyes, and revealed a charming yet assertive smile.

“That’s more like it,” she whispered, her voice slightly hoarse with emotion, yet still clear and full of control. “However, it’s not enough.”

Her entire soft, fragrant body pressed almost completely against Wu Tian's chest, her arms encircling his neck, pulling him closer to her.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and through the thin fabric, they could clearly feel each other's curves and heat.

Wu Tian grunted, his arm instinctively rising, but he didn't know whether to push it away or let it fall.

Lady Zhurong took the opportunity to pull him backward, and the two of them fell together onto the soft, thick brocade quilt.

She lay above him, her long, black hair cascading down her back, brushing against his cheeks and chest, sending shivers of pleasure through him. She looked down at him, her eyes filled with undisguised desire to conquer.

"Now, forget everything," she commanded. "From this moment on, you may only think of me." (End of Chapter)