Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

Lady Zhurong's hands began to wander restlessly, their scorching heat caressing his burning skin and tracing the lines of his taut muscles, igniting indescribable flames wherever they touched.

Her movements still carried an air of dominance, as if he were an interesting new object that needed to be thoroughly familiarized and controlled.

Under this relentless, aggressive provocation and intimate contact, Wu Tian's rational defenses began to crack.

The beastly instincts that were forcibly awakened deep within his body, mixed with the irresistible attraction of the other party's immortal aura, began to violently surge like a long-suppressed volcano.

His breathing became heavy, and his passive acceptance began to respond subtly; the arms around her waist tightened unconsciously.

He was almost drowning in this dizzying vortex orchestrated entirely by the other party, wanting to take control, to explore and possess this perfect and powerful body more deeply, to release the burning heat and impulse that was about to burst out of his chest...

This impulse was mixed with a desire that had been forcibly ignited, as well as a desire for revenge stemming from guilt towards Lu Nanxi.

Just as the hidden fire in his eyes was about to ignite, his arm muscles bulged, and he was almost instinctively about to flip her over and pin her down, taking a more proactive and intense approach...

Lady Zhurong suddenly stopped.

She propped herself up, creating a slight distance between them, and looked at Wu Tian beneath her, whose eyes were glazed over, whose breathing was heavy, and who was almost out of control. A faint, almost cold smile curved her lips.

"It seems you've finally committed." Her voice was calm, revealing neither joy nor anger, but carrying an air of complete control. "But, who gave you permission... to take the initiative?"

Wu Tian was speechless; this woman was being far too domineering.

"Be good, don't move..."

She bent down again, and it was a natural progression.

Inside the sleeping quarters, the candlelight flickered.

Time seemed to lose its measure, stretching and shortening the shadows on the gauze banners, emitting extremely subtle "sizzling" sounds, weaving together a hazy and private realm.

Lady Zhurong's movements were always characterized by a calm and unhurried control.

Her fingertips seemed to carry a faint electric current, tracing over Wu Tian's taut back and broad shoulders, slowly sliding down the indentation of his spine, causing him to experience waves of uncontrollable, subtle shivers and suppressed gasps.

Her embrace was tight and possessive, like soft vines, wrapping around him in an inescapable manner, firmly fixing him in this ritual she was leading.

“Relax,” she said, her voice laced with a lazy, teasing tone, her lips brushing against his sweaty forehead. “Your muscles are more taut than any magical artifact… which only makes me more interested.”

Wu Tian's initial stiffness and resistance, under the continuous, meticulous, and aggressive provocation, began to melt away slowly and irreversibly, like ice and snow meeting lava.

His breaths had long since intertwined with hers, becoming hot and disordered, occasionally letting out a muffled groan from his clenched teeth.

His arms had somehow become tightly wrapped around her supple waist, and he could clearly feel the steady pulse of the vast magical power beneath her skin, as well as the satisfied sighs he let out at times when his unconscious responses slightly pleased her.

Within Wu Tian's body, the "True Explanation of the Heavenly Blazing Fire" had already been operating uncontrollably to its limit, and one could even hear the faint roar of the blood and qi surging like a river within his body.

The blood bead that he had condensed in the space between his eyebrows was now like an ancient ferocious beast that had been awakened, spinning wildly at an unprecedented speed, emitting a deep and ancient hum, and radiating a blazing light.

It was like a greedy vortex, actively absorbing and fusing the increasingly refined magical power flowing from Lady Zhurong. In a mysterious way, it mingled, tempered, and sublimated with his own true blood of the Heavenly Fiery Flame, emitting a faint hissing sound of tempering.

Beneath his skin, the crimson-gold patterns became clear and bright, as if lava was slowly flowing beneath his skin, outlining a powerful pattern.

His aura was steadily rising, and the purity of his true blood and the strength of his physical body were undergoing visible transformations.

Every moment of intimacy, every rustling of skin against skin, felt like a baptism, cleansing his very foundation.

The phenomena surrounding Lady Zhurong were even more extraordinary.

Faint, seemingly naturally formed flame runes gradually appeared on her snow-white skin. These runes flowed slowly along the perfect curves of her body like living things, emitting an extremely faint "rustling" sound, like wind passing over the tip of a flame.

It spread from her slender ankles to her long calves, across her full waist and hips, up her smooth back and undulating chest, and finally converged on her smooth forehead, forming an extremely small flame that contained infinite mystery.

When she is moved or her magical power intensifies, these incantations will glow with a soft and noble light, emanating from her hair and skin, like flames surrounding her, emitting delicate, chiming sounds.

Lady Zhurong maintained control of the rhythm throughout, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

Sometimes she would slow everything down, simply nuzzling her nose affectionately against the crook of his neck, feeling the rapid beating of his pulse, whispering in his ear... or tracing the shape of his collarbone with her lips...

Sometimes she would suddenly deepen the connection, triggering an even more intense exchange of blood, causing both of them to fall into a brief daze and trembling.

Wu Tian was like a small boat adrift in a stormy sea. His initial resistance had long been crushed, and he could only passively and gradually instinctively follow her rhythm, rising and falling in the extreme storm of senses and the strange feeling of his cultivation rapidly improving.

After an unknown amount of time, a faint wisp of pale light began to appear at the edge of the deep, dark blue sky outside the window, signaling the approaching end of the long night.

The blood flow fluctuations and various sounds that had been regular and intense like the tides inside the bedchamber, which had lasted all night, finally gradually subsided and subsided.

After the last deep exchange of breaths, all the intense noise gradually subsided, leaving only the sound of their gradually calming, intertwined breaths and the very faint sound of sweat slowly sliding down and dripping onto the brocade quilt.

The fiery runes flowing across Lady Zhurong's body disappeared into her skin like the receding tide, leaving only a faint, almost imperceptible flame mark on her forehead.

A hint of languid contentment and a faint divine light lingered in the corners of her eyes and brows, indicating that her cultivation had indeed brought her some benefits.

Wu Tian's aura had become much more solid and substantial, with a faint radiance flowing beneath his skin, and a sharp glint appearing in his eyes as he opened and closed them, clearly indicating that he had benefited greatly.

He glanced at the system panel and saw that even though he hadn't refined the Ancestral Blood Pearl of Ancestor Yu Yang, his progress in the True Explanation of the Heavenly Blazing Fire had actually increased to 80% after a night of dual cultivation.

With the help of the system panel, the benefits of dual cultivation with a wandering immortal were maximized.

Wu Tian felt speechless and didn't know what to feel.

He lowered his head, but Lady Zhurong did not push him away or get up as forcefully as before. Instead, after her breathing calmed down, she naturally buried her face in his neck in a final, tight embrace, her arms still wrapped around him.

Her body was soft and warm, displaying a rare, feminine posture of cuddling, with her dark hair scattered between them, carrying a faint fragrance.

The silence lasted for a moment, with only the sound of breathing audible.

Then, Lady Zhurong's languid voice rang out, tinged with post-coital hoarseness, "How did you feel, little one?"

She didn't look up, her voice muffled in the crook of his neck. Wu Tian's body stiffened slightly, letting her lean against him, his arms unconsciously tightening into a tight embrace.

He remained silent for a few moments before replying in a hoarse voice, "...My cultivation has improved considerably."

Lady Zhurong seemed to chuckle softly, a slight tremor emanating from her chest. "Just cultivation level?"

She slightly raised her head, turning her head to look at his jawline so close to hers, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the firm muscles on his arm. "Your reaction is rather boring."

Wu Tian pursed his lips, avoiding her gaze, and looked up at the hazy gauze curtain above his head: "Your Majesty's generosity is truly appreciated. I will remember it forever."

"Remember?" Lady Zhurong repeated the word with amusement, suddenly propping herself up slightly to look down at him, her nightgown slipping off her shoulder without a care. "Will you remember my body, or the humiliation of being forcibly taken by me?"

She reached out and tapped his chest with her finger. "Here, are you still thinking about someone else? Do you feel sorry for her?"

Wu Tian's pupils contracted slightly, and he gasped for breath.

Lady Zhurong looked at him for a moment, then suddenly lost interest and lay back down, snuggling into his arms again. Her tone returned to its usual nonchalant languor: "Fine, what I want is for you to help me cultivate. As for who you hold in your heart, what does it matter to me?"

She paused, her voice lowering slightly, but with an undeniable air of declaration, "However, from this day forward, you are mine. Understand?"

Wu Tian's throat tightened, and finally, in the increasingly bright morning light outside the window, he nodded very slowly, almost imperceptibly.

Lady Zhurong seemed satisfied and stopped speaking, only pressing herself even closer to him.

Wu Tian's eyes were filled with complex and unreadable emotions. The powerful yet soft body in his arms felt so real, and he could hear her gradually becoming even and long in his ears.

Morning light filtered through the gauze curtains, bathing the bedroom in a soft, warm golden hue.

Exhausted, Wu Tian fell asleep without realizing it. After some time, he vaguely felt something soft gently rubbing against his chin.

He opened his eyes and met Lady Zhurong's phoenix eyes, which were very close to his.

Her black hair was scattered on the pillow as she leaned to the side, propping her head up to look at him, while her other hand unconsciously twirled and played with a strand of his black hair.

Her face showed no signs of fatigue; on the contrary, she was radiant, her skin was smooth and glowing, and her eyes held an undisguised interest that had been rekindled after a period of satisfaction.

"Madam..." Wu Tian's voice was dry. He was about to move when he felt a strange soreness in his muscles and bones, a feeling of exhaustion from overuse, intertwined with the fullness brought by his improved cultivation.

"It seems last night's efforts were quite effective," Lady Zhurong chuckled contentedly. "The foundation has become much more solid. However..."

She changed the subject, her fingers slowly moving upwards, tracing his chest and causing a slight tickle, "It's far from enough."

Before Wu Tian could react, Lady Zhurong had already leaned over, enveloping him with her refreshing fragrance.

"I have finally found someone who suits my taste; how can I stop here after just a taste?"

Her kiss landed on his lips, with a familiar, taken-for-granted demand. "Let's continue."

"Madam, I..." Wu Tianzhen had never met such a proactive woman before, especially one of such high-ranking immortals.

“What you need to do now is to be obedient…” Lady Zhurong’s fingertips began to deftly loosen his already loose clothes, her tone languid yet unquestionable, “Relax, your body… has more potential than you think.”

Her words carried a hint of appreciation, but also a touch of undeniable domineering authority.

She pulled him closer until they were both a little out of breath, then they separated slightly, her fingertips tracing the skin on the back of his neck.

The sun was rising higher outside the window, and the light and shadows moved slowly through the gauze curtains.

The hall was sometimes quiet, with only the rustling of fabric and the mingling of breaths; at other times, whispers and short commands could be heard.

Time passed slowly, and Wu Tian was initially able to keep up, both in terms of his body's reactions and the circulation of his true blood.

His cultivation level improved at an extremely rapid pace, and each bloodline exchange made his foundation more solid.

However, Lady Zhurong, as a wandering immortal, possessed an energy far beyond his reach. She seemed to need no rest at all, and when the mood struck, she would engage in a process of guiding and demanding, her body more terrifying than that of demons.
By the afternoon, Wu Tian began to feel a deep-seated fatigue. It wasn't just mental exhaustion; his body also felt sore and achy from the strain.

"Tired?" Lady Zhurong noticed. She was leaning against him, playing with his fingers. Hearing this, she looked up at him.

She was still radiant, with bright eyes and a faint blush on her cheeks, which added to her beauty.

"It's...it's alright." Wu Tian didn't want to show weakness, but the weariness in his voice was undeniable.

Lady Zhurong smiled gently, a smile that could captivate the heart. "What, you're not refusing me now?"

She didn't say anything, but simply adjusted her position to fit closer to him, and then began another unhurried yet inescapable guidance.

"The path of cultivation is like rowing against the current. When you are exhausted, that is often the opportunity for a breakthrough."

Her voice was persuasive, but her actions left him no room to back down, "Relax..."

This training lasted a long time.

The sunlight outside the window gradually changed from bright, blazing white to golden yellow, then slowly slanted westward, turning into a warm orange-red. The light and shadow inside the bedchamber also changed accordingly, casting long shadows.

Wu Tian felt like an iron blank that had been repeatedly hammered and forged. Although the impurities were removed and the structure became more compact, the feeling of being continuously "forged" was so real that every inch of his bones was screaming.

Lady Zhurong was powerful and beautiful, but her body had indeed reached a certain limit, and a feeling of soreness and slight fullness from being over-trained spread through her.

He even felt his soul was floating, as if it was about to leave this over-tortured body.

Finally, after another seemingly endless blood circulation, Wu Tian groaned, his body trembled slightly uncontrollably, and he almost collapsed against the soft cushion behind him, as if all the strength had been drained from him, leaving only violent heaving of his chest and heavy breathing.

Lady Zhurong stopped what she was doing.

She lay quietly on top of him for a moment, feeling his rapid heartbeat and almost disordered breathing, then slowly sat up.

"What, you're not doing well anymore?" (End of Chapter)