Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

Wu Tian looked into the distance, taking in the layout of the surrounding mansions.

Pavilions and towers rise and fall in a continuous, undulating pattern, with flying eaves and brackets layered upon each other, scattered in a well-organized manner among the spiritually rich landscape gardens.

They are connected by aerial corridors or rainbow lights, forming a vast and orderly center of power and cultivation. Occasionally, figures riding magical artifacts or steeds rise and fall in various places, leaving streaks of light in their wake.

A strong wind blew up high, causing Wu Tian's robes to flutter and his hair to fly. He leaned against the cool white jade railing, quietly looking down at everything.

For some reason, he felt a strange sense of belonging to this place.

Perhaps it's because this is an industry he owns.

Even if this industry was given to me by the Bai family.

"The view from here is excellent," Wu Tian said casually after looking around for a while.

Yun Jin stood half a step behind him, the hem of her crimson skirt swaying slightly in the wind. She smiled and said, "I'm glad you like it, Master. This place is usually sealed off by an array, and only you and those who hold your tokens can enter. It is the most peaceful and safe place. Whether you are enjoying the scenery and meditating, or practicing your breathing exercises, no one will disturb you."

Wu Tian nodded slightly. "I will take a closer look at the account books and registers later. There is one more thing to do right now. When I was temporarily staying at Qiyun Courtyard, there was a maid named Yuhuan who served me very well."

"Check this person's background. If she is innocent and safe, ask her if she is willing to come to Tingfeng Tower as a personal maid. If she is willing, transfer her over as soon as possible."

Yun Jin remained calm and smiled, "Yes, I will go and investigate and handle it immediately. The transfer of maids in Qiyun Courtyard is not difficult and should be completed today."

"Go ahead, I just came back from the hunting grounds and I'm a bit tired. Arrange for someone to help me bathe and change," Wu Tian instructed.

Upon hearing this, Yun Jin respectfully replied, "Yes, Master, I will immediately summon Jin Ping'er and the others to serve you. The four of them are in charge of your daily life and are the most reliable and meticulous."

Wu Tian nodded slightly and said no more.

Yun Jin stepped down, turned around, and headed straight down the stairs into the corridor.

Upon reaching the corridor, she suppressed her alluring smile, her gaze turning calm and capable. She clapped her hands lightly twice, the sound crisp and clear.

The maidservant waiting nearby quickly approached and bowed to receive the order.

"Go, invite Jin Ping'er, Yin Ping'er, Jin Shu, and Zhi Hua to the bathhouse on the eighth floor immediately. Make proper preparations to serve the master during his bath. Tell them to use all their skills and be sure to be attentive." Yun Jin spoke calmly and gave clear instructions.

"Yes, Steward Yun." The maid acknowledged the order and hurried away.

Yun Jin then turned to the maid: "Take my token and go to Qiyun Courtyard immediately to find a maid named Yu Huan."

"Find out her background clearly. If there are no problems, tell her that the new head of Tingfeng Tower is sentimental and specially transferred her here to serve him. Ask her if she is willing. If she is, bring her here immediately and wait downstairs for the master to summon her."

"This servant understands." The maid took a small, crimson token and quickly left.

With everything arranged, Yun Jin finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked up towards the eighth floor.

Although this new leader is young, he has a calm demeanor and astonishing methods. She has already heard about his performance in the hunting grounds. With his strength and methods, he will surely rise to great heights in the future.

Becoming the Pavilion Master is almost a natural progression, and it's not impossible that she might one day be granted the title of Princess.

"If the mistress can be so sentimental about a maid who will only be here for two or three days, how can we not have a future if we serve her well?"

She straightened her skirt, regaining her elegant and composed demeanor, and then turned to deal with other trivial matters awaiting the new landlord's approval.

Wu Tian stayed alone on the observation deck for a while. When he walked back into the spacious living room, he could hear the faint sound of water and soft footsteps coming from the direction of the bathroom. The air was filled with the elegant fragrance of calming herbs after they were steamed by the heat.

He went straight to the bathhouse, which was already prepared, filled with steam and a warm fragrance. Four women were waiting in the room. When he entered, they all curtsied gracefully, each with their own unique charm.

"This servant, Jin Ping'er (also known as Yin Ping'er, Jin Shu, or Zhi Hua), greets the Master." Her voice was sometimes clear and crisp, sometimes soft and sweet, sometimes gentle and graceful, sometimes charming and coquettish, all blending together to create a pleasant and melodious sound.

Wu Tian looked up and saw that the four maids were not only all of the best in appearance, but also had very different figures and temperaments, each with their own strengths.

The leader, Jin Ping'er, was tall and slender, about eighteen or nineteen years old. She wore a pomegranate red long dress embroidered with gold lotus flowers, with a thin, wispy red gauze over it.

She had a pair of extremely charming peach blossom eyes, with slightly upturned corners, which seemed to hold affection even when she wasn't smiling. Like a red peony in full bloom, passionate and aggressive.

Her figure was curvaceous, with a voluptuous bust and a slender waist. Even her long dress couldn't hide her round and full hips, and she exuded a mature and alluring aura.

Standing beside her was Yin Ping'er, dressed in a moon-white ruqun embroidered with silver-threaded epiphyllum flowers, her temperament as aloof as the moon.

She looked slightly younger than Jin Ping'er, around sixteen years old, with fair skin as white as snow, almost transparent, and delicate features like a landscape painting. Her eyes were clear and bright, and with her aloof expression, she seemed like a fairy from the moon palace who had descended to the mortal world.

These two women, in terms of both looks and temperament, surpass Zhihua and Jinshu, truly beauties one in a million.

Wu Tian couldn't help but take a second look. As for Jin Shu, she had big, bright almond-shaped eyes with clear black and white. She was the smallest of the four, but her proportions were excellent. Her chest was full, her waist was slender, and her hips were round, like a ripe, juicy peach.

The last one, Zhihua, wore a flowing, sky-blue dress with wide sleeves, exuding a quiet and elegant air. Her face was pretty, not stunningly beautiful, but her gentle demeanor and scholarly air made her seem like a lady who had stepped out of an ancient painting.

When the four women saw Wu Tian looking them over, they all lowered their heads slightly, their expressions respectful yet submissive.

Jin Ping'er stepped forward, her voice sweet and seductive: "My lady, the fragrant bath is ready, the water temperature is just right, please allow us to serve you your bath."

As they spoke, they and Yin Ping'er, one on each side, gently but skillfully untied the belt of Wu Tian's tight-fitting clothes, which were stained with faint blood and dust.

Outer robe, inner garment, undergarment... one by one they were taken off.

Wu Tian's body was gradually exposed to the misty water vapor and the brilliance of the pearl.

Her skin was as smooth as jade, her collarbones were delicate and distinct, her breasts were full and perky with perfect curves, her waist was slender and could be grasped in one hand, and her abdomen was flat and firm without a trace of excess fat.

Further down, a sudden burst of full, rounded hips, firm and perky, creates a striking contrast with the slender waist.

Her legs were straight and long, with even muscle texture and a flowing luster.

This body is truly a masterpiece of the Creator.

Even Wu Tian himself couldn't help but feel a slight stirring in his heart after seeing it.

"No wonder women dress up and pleasing themselves; their beauty is captivating, and even they themselves find it delightful!"

He quickly suppressed his strangeness, regained his composure, and allowed the four women to serve him.

Jin Ping'er and Yin Ping'er, one on each side, helped him step into the spacious bathtub carved from spirit jade. The water temperature was just right, and the spring water enveloped him, making him feel completely comfortable. Jin Shu and Zhi Hua stayed by the pool, one holding a soft silk towel soaked in fragrant flower dew, and the other holding a jade bowl filled with delicate perfume. Jin Ping'er immersed herself in the water, close to Wu Tian's back, and extended her slender fingers, painted with red nail polish, to massage his shoulders and neck with moderate pressure, relieving his tense muscles. She seemed to be using some kind of spell, as wherever she touched, the soreness disappeared.

Yin Ping'er knelt beside Wu Tian and gently wiped his arms, chest and abdomen with a wet silk towel. Her movements were meticulous and focused, and her fingertips occasionally brushed against his skin, bringing a cool touch that contrasted wonderfully with the warm pool water.

Jinshu was in charge of washing Wu Tian's long hair. She gathered Wu Tian's cascading black hair in her hands, scooped up warm water mixed with soap and hair-nourishing lotion, carefully rubbed the foam, and gently massaged her scalp with her fingertips, bringing a comfortable and relaxing feeling.

Zhihua then used a small jade spoon to scoop up the fragrant balm and evenly applied it to Wu Tian's exposed shoulder and back skin. The balm melted upon contact with heat, seeped into the skin, and left a faint fragrance.

Throughout the process, the four women cooperated seamlessly, their movements gentle and silent. Apart from the necessary sounds of water and the occasional soft clatter of utensils, almost no other sounds could be heard.

The rich aroma lingering in the bathroom, a blend of women's natural scents and bath fragrance, along with the various graceful figures swaying before my eyes and the delicate touch of fingertips, all assaulted my senses.

Wu Tian closed his eyes and leaned against the pool wall, calming his mind and letting them do as they pleased.

About half an hour later, the bath was finished.

Jin Ping'er and Yin Ping'er brought out large, soft bath towels woven from snow silk, and gently dried the water droplets off his body from both sides, leaving no watermarks.

Then, Jinshu and Zhihua brought over the clothes that had been prepared beforehand.

This is a brand new set of casual bed clothes. Inside is a moon-white silk bodice and underpants made of soft, cloud-like fabric, and outside is a light blue robe with wide sleeves embroidered with silver-threaded cloud patterns.

The robe is made of extremely smooth material, cool to the touch, yet soft and clings to the body. It is loosely tied at the waist with a matching silk sash, which accentuates the figure while maintaining a languid and elegant demeanor.

The four women helped him dress properly and then led him to sit down in front of the mirror.

Jinshu used a soft, dry towel to gently absorb the excess moisture from his half-damp long hair, while Zhihua took out some moisturizing balm and lightly applied it to his cheeks and neck.

Jin Ping'er picked up a jade comb inlaid with tiny gemstones and began to comb his long hair. Her technique was incredibly skillful; the comb teeth brushed against his scalp, bringing waves of tingling sensations, and soon she had combed his black hair until it was as smooth as satin.

"My lady, how about you style your hair in a low bun today? It would perfectly complement your outfit and make you look elegant," Jin Ping'er asked softly from behind, her breath sweet as orchids.

“Okay,” Wu Tian replied calmly.

With a flick of her wrist, Jin Ping'er's ten fingers moved nimbly like butterflies flitting among flowers. Before long, an elegant yet casual drooping cloud bun was formed, with a few strands of hair falling naturally to her temples, adding a touch of languid charm.

Yin Ping'er took out a translucent ice jade hairpin from her makeup box, which exuded a cold aura, and put it on Wu Tian's hair. She then adorned it with two small pearl hair ornaments.

Just as Zhihua was about to apply a light dusting of powder and lip rouge to him, Wu Tian quickly refused, saying, "You don't need to apply powder or rouge to me in the future."

Jin Ping'er couldn't help but laugh and said, "The Lord is already a beauty. Even without makeup, she surpasses everyone else."

Wu Tian glanced at the mirror and saw that the already beautiful face, after this grooming, was even more radiant, like the bright moon and clear as a cold spring.

Although the four maids behind him each had their own charm, compared to his body, they were like the moon in the sky and mud on the ground.

Just then, Yun Jin's voice came from outside the door: "Master, Miss Yu Huan has been brought here."

"Let her in."

The door was gently pushed open, and Yu Huan walked in cautiously with her head down. She had changed into the light blue maid's dress that Tingfeng Tower wore; the style was simple, but the fabric was noticeably better than what she wore at Qiyun Courtyard.

She wore her hair in neat double buns, her face was clean and her skin was fair, and her big eyes were wide open with nervousness.

Seeing Wu Tian sitting upright in front of the mirror, surrounded by four stunningly beautiful maids, looking like a fairy princess, she was clearly stunned for a moment, and then knelt down with a thud.

"This servant, Yu Huan, greets the Master. I am grateful for the Master's great kindness in transferring me to your side!"

Her voice was filled with joy and gratitude.

"Get up, there's no need to kneel all the time." Wu Tian glanced at her in the mirror. "Would you like to come here and follow me?"

"I'm willing! I'm willing! This servant feels like I'm dreaming!" Yu Huan hurriedly got up, still somewhat at a loss. Looking at everything around her that was exquisite and luxurious, and then at the seemingly celestial host in front of her, she felt as if she were on a cloud.

"Master, I really... I never expected that you would be so amazing, becoming the Master so quickly! When I heard the news, I couldn't believe it."

"It's been so many years since we've had a Master from our Qiyun Academy! You're truly amazing!" She was so excited that she was almost incoherent, her face flushed.

Wu Tian's lips curved almost imperceptibly: "Alright, now that you're here, focus on your work. You'll stay by my side and serve me. Gather information about the city for me and report it to me every day."

"Jin Ping'er, you take care of her."

"Yes." Jin Ping'er replied, giving Yu Huan a charming smile. "Sister Yu Huan, I'll show you around now. It's time for the host to have dinner."

Dinner was served on a round sandalwood table on one side of the eighth-floor hall. The dishes were not numerous, but each one was exquisite, and most of them were prepared with light, nourishing, and energy-rich ingredients.

Wu Tian dined with the help of several personal maids. Shortly after the meal, Yun Jin announced again that the steward of Fengyi Pavilion had arrived.

He received Liu in his study on the second floor and completed the final handover of the building owner's seal, identity token, and magic array permissions. By the time he saw Deacon Liu off, the moon was high in the sky.

Wu Tian dismissed all the maids and returned alone to the quiet room on the eighth floor.

He sat cross-legged on the cloud-shaped couch in the quiet room, placing the jade box containing the rubbing of the "Taiyin Fengmu Yuanjun Picture" in front of him.

He calmed his mind, cleared his thoughts, and waited until his mind was clear and empty before slowly opening the jade box.

"Buzz!"

A soft yet soul-stirring tremor resounded.

Inside the jade box, the scroll that was neither silk nor paper floated up automatically, suspended in mid-air, and slowly unfurled.

In an instant, a breeze seemed to arise in the quiet room, the air flowing and creating a mysterious rhythm.

On the scroll, moon-white light flowed out like mercury spilling onto the ground. Within the light, a blurry yet majestic and indescribable phantom of a goddess gradually appeared.

She seemed to stand in the vast emptiness, surrounded by endless currents of energy that surged, flowed, and died, creating countless phenomena: sometimes like a gentle spring breeze and nourishing rain, silently nurturing all things; sometimes like a summer thunderstorm, violent and fierce; sometimes like an autumn wind, desolate and sweeping away all enemies; sometimes like a winter wind, biting and freezing everything...

The twenty-four wind patterns cycle endlessly, creating a continuous cycle of life. (End of Chapter)