Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

Lady Zhurong's body was still smooth, with only a faint blush and fine beads of sweat. She looked down at Wu Tian, ​​who had his eyes closed, his brows slightly furrowed, and his face full of fatigue, and reached out to smooth the knot between his brows.

"This little man can't hold on anymore?"

Wu Tian seemed to lack the strength to even open his eyes, only managing to nod almost imperceptibly, uttering a muffled response.

Lady Zhurong stared at him for a moment, and seemed finally satisfied.

She rolled over and lay down beside him, letting out a long sigh of relief, a sigh filled with contentment and languor. She didn't get up immediately, but remained in that position, turning her head to look at Wu Tian's tired profile.

The bedchamber fell completely silent, save for the gradually calming breathing of the two. The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window lattices and gauze curtains, bathing everything in a warm glow and lengthening the shadows of the two lying on the couch, intimately close.

After a while, Wu Tian finally recovered a bit and slowly opened his eyes, still looking somewhat dazed. The Loose Immortal was truly incomparable to an ordinary woman. His Heavenly Body could fight against great demons, but now it was being tormented to the point of almost falling apart.

He turned his neck slightly to meet Lady Zhurong's gaze as she scrutinized him.

"Can you still stand up?" Lady Zhurong's lips curled slightly as she reached out and brushed her fingertips across his sweaty forehead. "Not bad, you lasted longer than I expected."

Wu Tian was too weak to respond to the praise or criticism in those words. He simply closed his eyes again, feeling the lingering effects of the earth-shattering changes deep within his body, as well as the pervasive soreness.

He also glanced at the system panel.

Ding! System notification: Your ninth level of the True Understanding of the Heavenly Blazing Fire has been completed. Your True Blood Concentration of the Heavenly Blazing Fire has increased. You have awakened new spells: Heavenly Power and Heavenly Talisman.

The power of the heavens, the magic born from the true blood of the raging fire of the heavens, unites essence, energy and spirit. With the true blood as the guide, it can unleash supreme divine power, capable of moving mountains and seas and breaking all laws.

The Dutian Divine Talisman is a spell born from the true blood of the Dutian Fiery Blaze. With the blessing of the divine talisman, one can communicate with heaven and earth and quickly restore magical power, injuries, and physical strength.

These two newly awakened spells are very practical and are closer to the characteristics of Dutian than to the characteristics of Liehuo. They are spells that are very rare to awaken in the Dutian Liehuo True Blood.

“To cultivate with a wandering immortal for one night and directly reach the ninth level of perfection, it’s truly…” Wu Tian didn’t know what to say. He had gotten all the benefits. On his wedding day, in the bridal chamber, he was the one who took the place of the groom.

If he were to say at this point that he was forced, he would be the target of countless people's envy and jealousy.

It has to be said that Lady Zhurong, this female immortal, is truly powerful and domineering; he felt as if his body was about to be crushed.

After a moment of silence, Lady Zhurong finally moved.

She sat up, grabbed her nightgown and draped it loosely over her shoulders. Then, barefoot, she got off the bed, walked to the window, and looked at the deepening twilight outside. Her silhouette was breathtakingly drawn in the setting sun.

"It's getting late." She spoke with her back to him, her voice returning to its usual indifferent and distant tone. "You should return to Qiyun Villa today. Consolidate what you've gained and don't waste this opportunity."

Upon hearing this, Wu Tian, ​​supporting his aching body, slowly sat up.

The quilt slipped off, revealing a strong, sweat-drenched upper body, the muscle lines standing out sharply in the twilight.

He picked up his clothes, which were scattered to the side, and began to put them on slowly, one by one.

During the process, Lady Zhurong's gaze shifted from the window back to him, her eyes filled with scrutiny and...appreciation? Like a master examining a work he had personally crafted and was quite satisfied with.

He dressed in silence, his movements slow, because his body was indeed being exploited so badly that even with his Heavenly Body, he was struggling to cope.

When the black armor covered his body, it brought a familiar weight and helped him regain some of his usual state. However, the overflowing true blood power within him and the pervasive soreness reminded him of what had happened in the past day and night.

After dressing properly, he stood by the couch and looked at Lady Zhurong, who was still standing by the window. She had turned around and was leaning against the window frame, her nightgown collar slightly open, her black hair hanging down, looking languid and beautiful, her phoenix eyes calmly looking at him.

Wu Tian paused, cupped his hands in a salute, and said in a voice that was still a little hoarse but much clearer: "Thank you, Madam... I shall take my leave."

Lady Zhurong nodded slightly, her gaze lingering on his face for a moment, as if trying to memorize his current state. Then, she spoke slowly, her voice exceptionally clear in the dimly lit bedchamber: "Two days from now, we will be heading to the Cao family in Tianshui. This time, you will not be coming with me."

"You go back to Qiyun Villa first, and return to the Lu family with Lu Nanxi."

"I'll come pick you up when I have some free time..."

“However…” her tone was slightly heavy, with an undeniable air, “Now that you are my person, you should know what you should and shouldn’t do.”

Wu Tian's body stiffened almost imperceptibly; this woman really did treat him like a gigolo.

"But they plan to ambush Bai Qian in two days and don't want me to participate. Are they afraid I'll accidentally die in the chaos of battle?"

His mind was racing, but he still replied in a deep voice, "Yes, Madam. I understand."

"Good that you understand." Lady Zhurong seemed satisfied, waving her hand languidly. "Go, have Chilian escort you out."

Wu Tian glanced at her one last time, then turned around and, with still somewhat heavy steps, walked towards the palace gate.

The moment I pushed open the door, a cool evening breeze blew in.

He walked out without looking back. The palace doors slowly closed behind him, shutting out that gaze.

Inside the bedchamber, Lady Zhurong remained leaning against the window until the footsteps faded into the distance. She raised her hand, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing together, as if she could still feel some lingering warmth and touch.

She gazed out the window at the completely darkening twilight, a faint, elusive emotion flickering deep in her eyes before returning to a profound, unfathomable calm.

……

As Wu Tian walked along the corridor, he felt soreness in his waist and knees, and exhaustion in his mind and body. He had a complex feeling of being thoroughly "exploited" yet incredibly fulfilled.

It wasn't that he was physically exhausted; his body was incredibly strong, like steel. The main problem was the intense, deep-seated fusion of blood and soul that was so taxing.

The "cultivation" interests and needs of a wandering immortal are indeed not so easy to bear.

However, feeling the unprecedentedly powerful bloodline within his body, Wu Tian had to admit that the effect was indeed astonishing. Although the process was passive and even somewhat humiliating, the result was undeniable.

"This is truly the first time I've been forced by a woman... Should I be grateful, or should I be grateful...?"

To be honest, if it weren't for Lu Nanxi's sake and the thought of Bai Qian's imminent death, he could have laughed out loud with smug satisfaction.

As Wu Tian returned to Qiyun Courtyard with slightly unsteady steps, the last rays of the setting sun were sweeping over the courtyard wall.

The courtyard was quite quiet. The concubines and stewards seemed to be intimidated by Lu Nanxi's previous fury and dared not show themselves or move around. Wu Tian walked straight towards the exquisite little building where Lu Nanxi lived.

As soon as I got downstairs, the second-floor window facing the lake creaked open.

Lu Nanxi's cool voice came through, carrying a hint of deliberately suppressed tension, "Lu Ding, come up here. I need to talk to you."

Wu Tian sighed inwardly, knowing that what was bound to happen would happen eventually. He quickly went upstairs and pushed open that familiar door.

Lu Nanxi stood with her back to him by the window, gazing at the deepening twilight and the Chongming Palace beginning to light up. She wore a pale yellow palace dress, her posture upright, her hair neatly combed, reverting to her aloof and noble demeanor as the pride of the Lu family.

"Close the door." She didn't turn around; her voice was cold and emotionless.

Wu Tian did as instructed, carefully closing the door, and then subconsciously waved his hand to unleash the Flaming Banner, the flames enveloping the entire room and isolating it from the outside world.

After he finished doing all this, Lu Nanxi suddenly turned around!

Her pretty face was frosty, her beautiful eyes fixed on Wu Tian, ​​burning with almost bursting anger, unyielding grievance, and a hint of barely concealed jealousy.

"You...you still know how to come back?" She gritted her teeth, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to maintain her coldness. "Are you doing well with Lady Zhurong? Have you become so engrossed in your life that you've forgotten about your old flame?"

This sarcastic, barbed questioning—where was the composure and self-control of a Lu family prodigy? She was completely like a jealous little woman who had just spilled her vinegar jar and was getting angry.

Wu Tian opened his mouth, wanting to explain, wanting to say that he had no choice, but looking at Lu Nanxi's reddened eyes, tightly bitten lips and slightly trembling body, a thousand words stuck in his chest, and he didn't know where to start.

Any explanation seems pale and powerless at this moment.

Seeing that he remained silent, Lu Nanxi became even more furious, her eyes reddening with a mixture of grievance and anger.

She rushed to Wu Tian, ​​raised her hand as if to slap him, but as her hand hovered in mid-air, looking at his familiar face, she couldn't bear to bring herself to do it. In the end, she turned it into a fist and pounded it hard, again and again, on his solid, iron-like chest.

"Bastard! You bastard! How could you... how could you let her... you're clearly mine... mine!" She was incoherent, trembling with anger, but the force of her punches unconsciously lessened, and in the end, it was more like a venting of frustration.

After pounding him a few times, she still seemed unsatisfied. She even stood on tiptoe and bit Wu Tian's shoulder! Even through his clothes, you could feel the sharp little tiger teeth digging into his flesh.

Wu Tian winced in pain and groaned, but dared not use his internal energy to resist, for fear of injuring her. He could only stand there with a wry smile, letting her vent her anger. At the same time, he stretched out his arms and hugged her tightly, letting her struggle, hit, and even bump her head against his chest in his arms.

"Nanxi, Nanxi... calm down, listen to me..."

His deep voice sounded in her ear, and his arms encircled her tightly, "I had no choice. She is a wandering immortal, and her words are law. How could I refuse? You know better than I what the consequences of refusing would be."

Lu Nanxi continued struggling, but became even more agitated because of his words: "I know! I know everything! But I just... I just can't take it!"

She tried to push him away, but his iron-like arms held her firmly in his embrace. In the struggle, they staggered back to the open window. Outside, dusk deepened and the misty air of Kunming Lake filled the air; a cool evening breeze blew in, ruffling their hair.

Wu Tian pinned her against the wall by the window, using his body to subdue her struggles, his breath hot against her ear. "Don't move, Nan Xi, look at me."

Lu Nanxi was trapped in a small space by him, and when she looked up, she met his deep eyes.

"You..." She was about to say something when Wu Tian lowered his head and kissed her slightly pouting lips, which were pouting in anger.

Lu Nanxi initially resisted symbolically, but quickly softened and wrapped her arms around his neck. The faint light from the pool outside the window reflected on their close-up figures.

As their lips met, Wu Tian's voice, muffled, reached her mouth: "Good Nanxi, don't be angry..."

"You...you don't think this is the end of it..." Lu Nanxi gasped, her voice broken.

"Then how do we determine that?" Wu Tian stepped back slightly, looking into her misty eyes, his thumb tracing the corner of her wet lips. "Like this?"

He kissed her again, deeper and more urgently.

Lu Nanxi whimpered, her fingertips digging into the fabric of his back. "Be gentle... outside... someone might see..."

"I can't see." Wu Tian pressed her closer to him, his voice hoarse. "Now, I'll make it up to you."

"You...bastard...you only know how to bully me..." Her words were interrupted by someone's actions.

"Do you want me to bully you?" he whispered between her lips.

The evening breeze ruffled the stray hairs by her cheek, bringing a slight chill, but it was blocked by his close-fitting body. Lu Nanxi's body trembled slightly, whether from the night breeze or from his touch, she didn't know.

"Is it okay?" he asked, his hand stroking her bare arm.

"You bastard, when did you ever ask me that before..." she whispered, burying her face in his neck.

"Then don't blame me for bullying you?" Wu Tian tightened his arms, and the last bit of space between them disappeared.

Lu Nanxi took a soft breath, her voice trembling, "You...you're so hot..."

"Your cultivation has improved, and your inner fire is blazing." He chuckled and kissed her earlobe. "Perfect for warming you up."

"Who...who needs you to warm me up..." she said stubbornly, but her body betrayed her by pressing closer to him.

The wall by the window was slightly cool, but his body temperature was burning. Lu Nanxi felt her thoughts were in complete disarray.

"Are you still angry?" Wu Tian asked in her ear, his breath hot.

“…I’m angry,” she muttered, her fingers gripping his even tighter.

"Then how can I stop being angry?" he asked patiently, his lips lingering on her neck.

Lu Nanxi was silent for a moment, then her voice was barely audible: "Say you'll always be mine..."

“I will always be yours.” He said without hesitation.

"You're only allowed to think of me..."

"I only want you."

"No, you're not allowed to think she's better than me..."

Wu Tian stopped what he was doing, cupped her face in his hands, and looked intently into her eyes: "Nan Xi, you are unique, and I will never compare you to anyone else..."

Lu Nanxi's eyes reddened again, "You...you're such a bastard..."

Wu Tian held her hand and kissed her palm. "So now, is my Nanxi still jealous?"

Lu Nanxi shook her head, then nodded, feeling confused herself. "Still a little... but... but much better..."

"Then it seems I haven't tried hard enough."

The shadows by the window swayed in the twilight, and the evening breeze seemed to have picked up, causing the windowpanes to creak softly… (End of Chapter)