Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

at night.

Deep within the ancestral home, in Qingyi Courtyard, Lu Nanxi's residence, candlelight shone warmly.

Lu Nanxi had just finished bathing and was wearing a light purple silk robe. The robe was loose, but it couldn't hide her exquisite curves. Her long, wet hair was draped over her shoulders, with water droplets still dripping from the ends, landing on her collarbone and slowly sliding into the depths of her robe.

The neckline of the robe was slightly low, revealing a patch of snow-white skin and delicate collarbones; the hem of the robe reached her ankles, and her bare feet stepped on the soft velvet blanket, her toes as round as pearls.

She sat in front of her dressing table, tying her hair up with a jade hairpin.

The door was gently pushed open, and Wu Tian walked in.

He had removed his black armor and changed into a dark blue casual outfit. He no longer wore a sword at his waist, which made him appear less menacing and more gentle.

Lu Nanxi saw him in the bronze mirror and smiled slightly: "Finished with work?"

"Hmm." Wu Tian walked behind her and looked at her in the mirror. "We dealt with seven more people today. From now on, we should be able to have some peace and quiet for a while."

Lu Nanxi sighed softly and put down the jade hairpin: "In these three days, too many people have been killed. Sometimes I wonder if it was too ruthless."

Wu Tian reached out and gently placed his hand on her shoulder: "In chaotic times, harsh measures are necessary. The Lu family has long been plagued by problems. If we don't take drastic measures, how can we rectify them?"

His hands were warm, the heat seeping through the thin silk robe onto her skin. Lu Nanxi trembled slightly, but did not pull away.

“I know,” she said softly, “but… after all, we are all of the same race. It’s always hard to watch them fall one by one.”

Wu Tian remained silent for a moment, then slowly said, "If you have a soft heart, I will take action, and I will bear the infamy."

Lu Nanxi turned around and looked up at him.

In the candlelight, her eyes were like water, reflecting his face.

“No.” She shook her head, her voice soft yet firm. “Since we’ve chosen this path, we should walk it together. Infamy or bloodshed, we’ll bear it together.”

Wu Tian looked at her, reached out and brushed a strand of wet hair away from her cheek, his fingertips touching her cheek, which was warm and smooth.

"Have you been tired these past few days?" he asked.

Lu Nanxi smiled and said, "I'm tired, but with you by my side, I don't feel it."

She paused and said softly, "During the time you were away, not a single word came out of Qiyun Mountain. Later, the demon race in the Ten Thousand Mountains rioted, and the cultivators of the Fire God Palace and other human cultivators fled in a frenzy."

"It was only then that news of our clans' defeat at Qiyun Mountain spread... I haven't received any letters from you, and I'm really worried about you."

Wu Tian paused slightly with his fingers: "Nan tide...it's my fault, I made you worry."

Lu Nanxi shook her head: "It's good that you came back safely."

She stood up, her robe swaying slightly, outlining her slender waist and the curves of her hips and legs. She walked to the window, pushed it open halfway, and the night breeze wafted in, carrying a faint floral scent.

Wu Tian walked behind her and put his arm around her waist.

Her waist was slender, so thin it could be grasped in one hand. The silk robe was thin and soft, and he could clearly feel the warmth and softness of her skin.

"Nanxi," he whispered in her ear, "Do you miss me?"

Lu Nanxi trembled slightly and leaned back into his arms.

His chest was broad and firm, his heartbeat steady and powerful. She closed her eyes, feeling this warmth and peace.

"I miss you." She whispered to him, "Lu Ding, I miss you so much. I'm so scared that I'll never see you again."

Wu Tian tightened his arms, holding her even closer.

The two stood there quietly, listening to each other's breathing and feeling each other's body temperature.

A moment later, Wu Tian looked down at her fair neck and smelled the fragrance in her hair, and a surge of impulse welled up in his heart.

He gently kissed her earlobe.

Lu Nanxi trembled, and her ears quickly turned red.

“You…” Her voice was slightly hoarse.

Wu Tian turned her around so that she faced him.

In the candlelight, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were like water, and her lips were as red as cherries.

"Nanxi," he whispered to her, "I miss you."

Lu Nanxi looked up at him, her eyes filled with affection.

She didn't speak, but simply tiptoed and gently kissed his lips.

Soft, warm, and with a faint fragrance.

Wu Tian hugged her tightly and responded deeply.

The kiss deepened, their breaths mingling.

Lu Nanxi wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers threading through his hair. Wu Tian's hands lingered on her waist, his palms burning hot.

After a long while, their lips parted, and their breaths became somewhat disordered.

Lu Nanxi's cheeks flushed red, her eyes glazed over, and she gasped softly, "You...you bad person..."

Wu Tian chuckled: "What's wrong with it?"

"You're just mean..." Lu Nanxi buried her face in his chest, her voice muffled, "You started bullying me as soon as you got back..."

Wu Tian picked her up and carried her to the bed.

"Then I'll keep bullying you."

He gently placed her on the bed, and then lay down himself.

The bed curtains were drawn, blocking the candlelight.

In the darkness, their breaths mingled.

Lu Nanxi suddenly let out a soft snort: "You...you shouldn't touch me like that..."

Wu Tian's voice was low and hoarse: "Then you do it yourself?"

"I don't want to..." Lu Nanxi's voice trailed off, tinged with shyness, "You...you turn around..."

Wu Tian laughed: "Why do we need to turn around?"

"It's...it's just turning around..." Lu Nanxi pushed him, "Hurry up..."

Wu Tian turned around as instructed.

I heard rustling sounds behind me; she was undressing.

A moment later, a soft, warm body pressed against him from behind, its arms encircling his waist.

"Is this... okay?" she whispered in his ear, her breath warm.

Wu Tian grasped her hand: "Okay."

The night is still very long.

The bright moon hangs high outside the window, its clear light shining down.

Inside Qingyi Courtyard, the candlelight gradually died down, leaving only faint sounds and lingering whispers.

"Nan Xi..."

"Um……"

"Turn around."

"...You bad person, all you do is bully me."

"So, do you like it when I bully you?"

"I like it...I like it so much..."

……

Morning light streamed through the carved window lattices into the main room of Qingyi Courtyard.

Inside the brocade tent, Lu Nanxi rested her head on Wu Tian's arm, her black hair spread across the pillow, fast asleep. Her brows and eyes were relaxed, and a faint smile lingered on her lips, completely unlike the decisive and ruthless head of the Lu family during the day.

Wu Tian had already woken up, but he was reluctant to move.

He lay on his side, quietly gazing at the woman in his arms. The morning light bathed her face in a soft, warm gold, her long eyelashes drooping like butterfly wings, casting soft shadows on her eyelids. The collar of her robe was slightly open, revealing a section of her snow-white neck and delicate collarbone, below which lay an alluring curve…

Wu Tian's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he forcibly looked away.

After lying down for a while, estimating that it was almost 9 a.m., he gently pulled his arm out and prepared to get up.

As soon as she moved, Lu Nanxi groaned and groggily reached out to wrap her arms around his waist: "Don't go..."

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a languid quality to it, quite different from her usual cool and aloof demeanor.

Wu Tian's heart softened, and he lay down again, holding her tightly: "I won't leave, I'll lie here with you for a while longer."

Lu Nanxi was finally satisfied. She snuggled into his arms, found a comfortable position, and fell into a deep sleep again.

This lay there for another half an hour.

It wasn't until the sun was high in the sky and the sunlight was a bit too bright that Lu Nanxi slowly woke up.

She opened her eyes and saw Wu Tianzheng looking at her with a smile. Her cheeks immediately flushed red: "What time is it?"

"It's almost noon," Wu Tian chuckled. "Patriarch Lu, are we going to miss the meeting today?"

Lu Nanxi lightly punched him: "It's all your fault..."

Even so, she didn't rush to get up. Instead, she snuggled closer to him, savoring the warmth.

The two embraced quietly, neither speaking, enjoying the rare peace.

After a long while, Lu Nanxi sighed softly, "It's time to get up."

"Mm." Wu Tian responded, but got up first and got out of bed to take her clothes from the wardrobe.

It was a plain white dress embroidered with silver thread, paired with a light blue outer garment, which was exactly the style that Lu Nanxi usually liked.

“I’ll do it.” He sat down on the edge of the bed and picked up his undergarments.

Lu Nanxi blushed even more: "I can do it myself..."

"Don't move." Wu Tian pressed her hand down, his voice gentle. "Today I will serve you."

As he spoke, he carefully helped her remove her nightgown and change into her undergarments. His movements were very gentle, his fingertips occasionally brushing against her skin, causing a slight tremor.

Lu Nanxi bit her lip, letting him do as he pleased, her ears turning so red they were almost bleeding.

After putting on his inner garment, he put on his middle garment, then his skirt, and finally his outer robe. Wu Tian did it meticulously, as if he were completing an extremely important task. He was meticulous in tying each sash and smoothing out each wrinkle.

Finally, he picked up the jade comb from the dressing table.

"Sit down." He pressed Lu Nanxi down in front of the dressing table, stood behind her, and began to comb her hair.

Lu Nanxi's long hair was jet black, smooth, and silky. Wu Tian combed it slowly, strand by strand, from the roots to the tips.

The two figures were reflected in the bronze mirror.

The man was tall and imposing, with focused eyes; the woman was exquisitely beautiful, her face flushed with a rosy hue. They appeared like a loving couple; who would have guessed that one was the ruthless and decisive head of the Lu family, and the other a ferocious beast who had once transformed into the Calamity and fought against immortals?
"Is this okay?" Wu Tian asked.

“Of course.” Lu Nanxi looked at him in the mirror. “When…when did you learn all this?”

Wu Tian's hands didn't stop moving: "Of course, I secretly learned it for you, thinking that I could serve my little wife."

Lu Nanxi felt a sweet warmth in her heart, and the corners of her lips curved into a smile.

After combing his hair, Wu Tian picked up his eyebrow pencil.

“This… I can do it myself,” Lu Nanxi said hurriedly.

"Be good, listen to me." Wu Tian leaned down, gently supporting her chin with one hand, and holding a pen in the other, carefully sketching.

His movements were somewhat awkward, yet extremely earnest. He lightly swept the eyebrow pencil along her natural eyebrow shape, stroke by stroke, neither too dark nor too light, just right.

Lu Nanxi held her breath, looking at his face so close to hers, her heart pounding like a drum.

In a moment, the eyebrows were formed.

Wu Tian examined it for a moment, then nodded in satisfaction: "It looks good."

Lu Nanxi looked in the mirror. Her eyebrows were like distant mountains shrouded in mist, and her cheeks were flushed with a blush that made her look shy and beautiful.

She herself found him incredibly charming, and shyly reached out to hug his waist, burying her face in his waist.

After a few more tender moments, Lu Nanxi stood up and said, "I really have to go to the council hall. I have to see several important managers today."

"Go ahead." Wu Tian straightened her clothes. "Will you be back for lunch?"

"I'll try my best." Lu Nanxi nodded and added, "You've been tired these past two days, so rest in the courtyard today. I'll come back to keep you company as soon as possible."

"it is good."

Lu Nanxi then turned and went out. When she reached the door, she looked back at him one last time, her eyes filled with reluctance.

Wu Tian smiled and waved.

Once her figure disappeared outside the courtyard, Wu Tiantian suppressed his smile and took out two crimson magic beads from his bosom.

These two magic beads are the size of pigeon eggs, dark red like blood, with golden flame patterns flowing on their surface. They are the bloodline magic beads of Lu Changhe and his wife.

The two magic beads lay quietly in my palm, radiating warmth.

Wu Tian walked to the stone bench in the courtyard, sat down, and swallowed the magic beads one by one.

"boom!"

A surge of powerful blood essence exploded within his body, like a river bursting its banks, rushing to every part of his body.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, circulating the tenth level of the "True Explanation of the Heavenly Blazing Fire".

As the cultivation technique was practiced, the three supernatural power seeds manifested in the void above his head, slowly rotating and absorbing the essence from the magic bead.

The crimson light of the Dutian Divine Pillar became increasingly solid, and the Dutian Divine Patterns on the pillar seemed to come alive, exuding a heavy aura that suppressed the eight wastelands.

The crimson dragon's body swelled once more, its scales stood up, their edges gleaming with a metallic sheen, and golden flames burned fiercely in its eyes.

The Immortal-Slaying Banner fluttered in the wind, and crimson sword energy roamed across its surface. Each sword energy was tangible, radiating a sharpness that could cleave through all laws.

Time passes slowly.

The sun rises in the east, reaches its zenith, and then gradually sets in the west.

Wu Tian was enveloped in a layer of crimson-gold light, and his aura rose steadily.

As the last rays of the setting sun shone into the courtyard, he slowly opened his eyes.

Deep within his pupils, golden flames flickered and vanished in a flash.

"call……"

He exhaled a long breath, his breath like an arrow, shooting out three feet without dissipating.

Ding! System notification: Your cultivation of the tenth level of "The True Explanation of the Heavenly Blazing Fire" has been completed. The concentration of your Heavenly Blazing Fire True Blood has increased, and the power of the three great divine abilities—Crimson Dragon Reaching Heaven, Heavenly Divine Pillar, and Immortal Slaying Banner—has been raised to the eighth rank.

An eighth-grade divine power seed is considered top-tier even among those in the Nascent Soul Realm.

Although it cannot compare to the true teachings of a major sect like Taiqing Temple, it is already rare for an ordinary Dao Embryo cultivator to have even one seventh-grade divine power seed. Wu Tian's three seeds are all eighth-grade, and they complement each other, so their power is far more than just the sum of their individual seeds.

"After refining the magic pearl of Ancestor Yuyang, I was already not far from perfecting the tenth level of the Heavenly Truth Explanation. After I completely digest the magic pearls of Lu Changhe and his wife, I should be able to perfect the eleventh level."

"However, I'm still a bit short of the required skill to break through to the twelfth level."

"Such strength is rare even among aristocratic families, but in front of true powerhouses, they are still like ants."

He got up and stretched his muscles and bones, which crackled and popped as densely packed as popping beans. His current Heavenly Body was becoming more and more terrifying; he could fight the Demon King with just this physical body.

“When cultivators from aristocratic families who have reached the Refinement Realm or above die, they will leave behind bloodline magic beads. These beads are not something they would use to enhance their own bloodline, but if they are used to refine magic treasures, they are the spiritual materials that are most compatible with their own bloodline.”

"I wonder if the Lu family's treasury contains any magic beads left by senior masters, or magic treasures made from magic beads."

"If we can obtain enough magic beads, the True Blood of the Heavenly Blazing Fire can also advance to the next level."

Wu Tian pondered carefully, "However, if I were to ask Nan Xi for the magic pearl, she would probably guess something."

"Even if they don't know my true purpose, they would probably understand that these magic beads are related to my cultivation improvement and bloodline."

He hesitated for a moment, "Fine, as long as the existence of the system panel isn't revealed, it's okay if Nanxi guesses a thing or two. If one can't even trust the person next to them, that would be too pathetic." (End of Chapter)