Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

Lu Nanxi tightened her grip slightly and said in a somewhat solemn tone, "Besides the news from Tonghai County, seven days ago, a Nascent Soul cultivator who claimed to be the True Person of Tianchi from the Tianhe Sword Sect came to our door, saying that he was ordered by the sect leader to see you."

As she spoke, she cast a beam of magical light and took out a book of incantations, handing it to Wu Tian.

“I declined on the grounds that you were in seclusion. The other party left behind a book of incantations. Although he was polite, his Dharma light was pure and clear, and he was surrounded by a pure aura. He must have come from a major Taoist sect. Moreover, his attitude was arrogant, so he was probably not a friendly guest.”

Wu Tianxin examined the incantation book. The words seemed respectful, but in fact they contained sharpness. The gist of it was: The Tianhe Sword Sect was ordered to go south to establish a sect in Bihua Mountain, Wuling County, and hoped to meet with the Grand Commander of the Lu family.

"Where are they now?" Wu Tian asked, gently stroking the top of her head with his palm.

“Bihua Mountain.” Lu Nanxi said with a worried expression, “Bihua Mountain is three hundred miles west of the county town. It was originally a desolate mountain that no one occupied. But in just a few days, the Tianhe Sword Sect has started a large-scale construction there and built a magnificent palace complex.”

“I went to investigate secretly the other day and found that the sect’s grandeur far surpasses that of my Lu family. The disciples patrolling the mountain are all powerful and skilled, with the lowest cultivation level being the Refinement Realm, and some even possessing the aura of Dao Embryo or Nascent Soul.”

“Husband, the Tianhe Sword Sect is too close to us…” Lu Nanxi held his hand, her fingertips slightly cool. “If this continues, sooner or later the entire county will be occupied by them.”

"I think their target is clearly Wuling County."

"Your Primordial Spirit Ceremony is the day after tomorrow. Now, the Heavenly River Sword Sect has suddenly appeared, and the Dragon Clan has emerged in the nearby Tonghai County. I'm afraid the banquet the day after tomorrow will not be peaceful."

Wu Tian grasped her hand in return; his palm was warm and strong. "Don't worry."

"Now that I'm back, leave everything to me."

"It's nothing more than dealing with soldiers when they come, and using earth to block water when it comes."

“I know the Tianhe Sword Sect’s background very well. Wuling County belongs to the Lu family, and we won’t let them run wild.”

"As for the dragons, I would be more than happy if they came."

His gaze was calm, and his words exuded an undeniable confidence.

Lu Nanxi looked at him, her worry gradually fading. She knew her man too well; if he said he could solve it, then he definitely could.

"You've been traveling so far, it must have been too much for you. You should rest first," she said softly, propping herself up on her arms as she tried to get up to prepare a bath for him.

Wu Tian pulled her back into his arms, lowered his head and chuckled softly in her ear, his breath brushing against her earlobe, causing her to tremble slightly: "Rest? My wife, I'm not done yet, are you satisfied already?"

Lu Nanxi's cheeks flushed slightly, but she didn't break free. Instead, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm afraid you can't do it."

"Woman, what did you say? I think you need a beating." Wu Tian slapped her on the buttocks.

The candlelight flickered, and the silk curtains hung lightly.

As night deepened, Lu Nanxi was utterly exhausted. Leaning against his chest, she didn't even have the strength to lift her hand, but she still managed to talk to him for a while before falling into a deep sleep.

Wu Tian held her close, feeling her steady breathing, his gaze clear as a mirror.

Tianhe Sword Sect... Dragon Clan...

With a slight thought, the system panel appeared before his eyes.

The third level of the "Chasing the Sun and Treading on Light Scripture" has been advanced to 16 percent, and the cultivation of the Heavenly Pillar has been increased to 2,160 years.

With the foundation of Kuafu's bloodline, the cultivation of the third level of the "Chasing the Sun and Treading on Light Scripture", and the supernatural power of the Heavenly Pillar involving time, he can now kill primordial spirits as easily as slaughtering dogs.

Unless one encounters a special supernatural power or a treasure of Dao artifact level, an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator is not even qualified to be his opponent.

As for the wandering immortals, we'll only know after we've fought them.

"That's enough," Wu Tian murmured to himself, a flash of golden light disappearing from his eyes.

The next morning, when Lu Nanxi woke up, there was no one beside her.

A spellbook on the bed suddenly burst into flames, turning into golden fire, and Wu Tian's voice came from within.

"I'm going to Bihua Mountain for a trip, and I'll be back tomorrow."

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden flames slowly dissipated.

Lu Nanxi got up, washed and dressed, and put on a black brocade robe embroidered with gold, and began to prepare for the grand banquet tomorrow.

Since her husband said he could solve it, she believed him.

All she could do was manage the Lu family's affairs properly, both internally and externally, so that he would have no worries.

……

Bihua Mountain.

This mountain is located 300 li west of Wuling County. Originally, it was just a mountain about 1,000 zhang high with many strange rocks and springs, often shrouded in clouds and mist. Although the scenery was beautiful, no one dared to offend the Lu family and occupy it because it was too close to the county.

But in just seven days, the entire Bihua Mountain has been completely transformed.

A palace appeared on the cliff, its ancient structure covered with incantations, its eaves soaring like phoenix wings, with clouds swirling and churning below, as if a celestial pavilion were suspended above a sea of ​​clouds.

A rainbow bridge, three hundred feet long, spans the mountain, connecting the main peak palace with the mountain gate below. The bridge is constructed with iron locks, and as the mountain sways, it makes a clanging sound, like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, or a sword being drawn from its sheath.

The Tianhe Sword Sect's mountain gate stands on the steep north slope.

A bronze chime hangs above the mountain gate. When the mountain breeze blows, the chime sounds clear and melodious, intertwining with the roar of the distant waterfall to create a natural symphony.

In the center of the Tianhe Sword Sect's palace complex, a main hall, nine zhang high and thirty-six zhang wide, stands majestically.

At each of the four corners of the main hall, a bronze mythical beast, resembling a Qilin but with wings on its back, sits on the eaves. The beast holds a pearl in its mouth, and the pearl flows with rosy light, spreading around like clouds.

This grand hall is the residence of the Tianhe Sword Sect's leader, and it is called the Biluo Hall.

At this moment, more than ten people were sitting on both sides of the Biluo Palace.

At the head of the table sat a middle-aged man with a lean face, dressed in a blue-green Taoist robe. He was tall and slender, wearing a seven-star crown, with a face as if sculpted from jade, and a faint glint of sword light in his eyes.

It was none other than the leader of the Tianhe Sword Sect, Master Bixiao.

To his left and right sat the elders of the sect, all of whom were Yuan Shen True Persons.

The hall was strictly regulated, and each immortal was protected by magical light. Behind them, strange phenomena appeared, such as a rotating starry river, a radiant glow, or a deep pool.

These extraordinary phenomena were not deliberately manifested, but rather the natural outward expression of the Daoist principles that arise after one's cultivation touches upon the laws of heaven and earth. They blend together yet remain distinct, illuminating the entire hall as if it were a fairyland.

"Master."

The third seat on the left, a gaunt old man spoke.

This person, whose Daoist name was Tianchi, had reached the second level of the Nascent Soul realm, yet his voice was like the tolling of an ancient bell, resounding simultaneously in every corner of the hall.

He was enveloped in a hazy blue glow, within which three thousand sword lights floated and sank, each with a slightly different shape, weaving together a myriad of mysteries.

"The Grand Commander of the Lu family has not yet replied to the summons. The Lu family patriarch said that he has been in seclusion during this period!" There was no anger in the eyes of True Man Tianchi, only the calmness of a deep pool. Having lived for hundreds of years, he had seen too many arrogant people, and his emotions had long been refined into an unwavering calm through hundreds of years of cultivation.

A low laugh came from the second seat on the right.

That was the True Man of Red Mountain. He did not move, but the temperature around the jade throne suddenly rose three zhang. In the void behind him, a phantom of a crimson sun slowly rotated. As the sun's corona pulsed, seven fire dragons could be vaguely seen flying around it.

"Seclusion?" Master Chishan's voice had a metallic quality to it. With each word he uttered, a burst of fiery clouds erupted in the air. The fiery clouds did not fall but hovered three feet in front of him, forming tiny flame incantations.

“When a Nascent Soul cultivator is in seclusion, their divine sense can also wander. To not reply to the call for so long, I think…”

He paused, a flash of crimson light in his eyes:
"The Lu family clearly looks down on my Tianhe Sword Sect and is dissatisfied with our ability to establish ourselves in Bihua Mountain."

There was no rage in his words. Having lived for six hundred years and guarded the Northwest Sword Pass for two hundred years, he had already experienced too many storms.

“Junior Brother Chishan is right.”

This time, it was Master Biyuan who spoke. He sat in the first seat on the left, a position second only to the sect leader.

This man had a sinister face, a hooked nose as sharp as if carved by a knife, and deep-set eyes with an eerie pale blue tinge in the whites. This was a mutation resulting from the cultivation of the Azure Abyss Devouring Light Sword technique to its peak, where the sword intent nourished his physical body.

Behind him lay a bottomless abyss, its waters shimmering with countless emerald lights. Upon closer inspection, one could see that these lights were densely packed with remnants of souls and malevolent energy, sending chills down one's spine.

As Master Biyuan spoke, he tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest, and with each tap, a ripple spread across the abyss behind him.

"Lu Ding has already attained the Nascent Soul stage at such a young age, so it's normal for him to be a little arrogant. Tomorrow, during the Lu family banquet... we'll teach him a lesson and let him know that there are always people more capable than him, and there's always something beyond his reach."

"Once he suffers a loss, he will naturally know how to act."

His voice was deep, each word sounding as if it came from the bottom of an abyss, echoing.

The fourth person on the right, the Jade Balance Immortal, had his eyes slightly closed. Now, he slowly opened his eyes, which had no pupils, but only a swirling nebula.

"I wish to calculate the fate of the Lu family," Master Yuheng said, his voice ethereal, as if coming from a great distance. "Yet it all seems like a fog, the threads of fate and cause intertwined like a tangled mess, I cannot even see them clearly."

He looked up at Master Bixiao, "However, people from the East Sea Dragon Palace and the Dragon Elephant Temple will definitely be present at tomorrow's banquet."

"Through my supernatural senses, I feel a chill run down my spine; I fear this feast will turn out to be anything but pleasant!"

Master Bixiao remained silent for a long time. “In the end, the Lu family only has one newly promoted Nascent Soul Master, who is not a force to be reckoned with. If any unexpected events occur at tomorrow’s banquet, they should come from the Buddhist Longxiang Temple and the East Sea Dragon Palace.”

"It seems they all intend to show their talents and demonstrate their strength in the southern Xinjiang region, so as to establish a foothold."

"If that's the case, our Tianhe Sword Sect cannot fall behind."

Master Bixiao's voice was gentle, yet carried an undeniable composure:
"Junior Brother Tianchi."

"exist."

"Take some men and make a trip to the Lu family tomorrow."

Master Tianchi slowly rose to his feet. As he did so, the three thousand sword lights behind him were all drawn back into his body, and fine sword patterns appeared on his skin. He looked like an ancient sword about to be drawn from its sheath.

"Accept the order."

Just as he was about to take a step, a clear and melodious bell rang out from outside the hall.

The seventy-two white jade pillars that formed a protective array around the mountain spontaneously sounded an alarm.

Almost simultaneously...

A powerful pressure, like that of an ancient divine mountain descending, crashed down from the heavens.

The seven waterfalls on Bihua Mountain suddenly stopped flowing, the cranes took flight in fright, and the monkeys fell silent.

A clear and calm voice, like rolling thunder, echoed over Bihua Mountain:

"Lu Ding, the Grand Commander of the Lu Family, requests a meeting with the leader of the Tianhe Sword Sect."

The sound was not loud, but it clearly reached every corner of the mountain, and even the seventy-two white jade pillars trembled slightly, their surface reliefs faintly glowing.

The expressions of everyone in the hall became slightly tense.

Behind Master Chishan, the illusory image of the crimson sun suddenly blazed brighter by three degrees, and seven fire dragons raised their heads and roared, but their bodies did not move. They simply said coldly, "What an arrogant brat, daring to trespass directly above my mountain gate!"

At this moment, Master Tianchi's slender figure seemed to blend into the entire hall, and the pressure of hundreds of years of cultivation naturally flowed out. "Sect Leader, this boy is too arrogant. He is only a newly promoted Nascent Soul cultivator, yet he dares to be so presumptuous."

His voice was calm, yet chillingly cold: "Why don't I go and meet him, and teach him some manners and etiquette?"

Master Bixiao pondered for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the faintly visible golden figure in the sky outside the hall, and he nodded slightly: "Thank you for your trouble, Junior Brother Tianchi."

He also wanted to see what kind of backing this renowned Grand Commander of the Lu family in the southern border region had that made him dare to act in this way.

Master Tianchi took a step forward, his figure rippling like water, and disappeared from the hall. When he reappeared, he was already a hundred feet above Bihua Mountain, facing Wu Tian, ​​who stood in mid-air.

Wu Tian was still dressed in a dark blue outfit, which shimmered like flowing water in the sunlight. His long hair was tied up with a jade hairpin, and a faint gold divine mark swirled between his brows. He stood with his hands behind his back in the void. There was no strong aura emanating from his body, but he had an aura of profound and majestic majesty.

It was as if he stood there, at the very center of the world.

Master Tianchi glanced at him, a slight chill running down his spine. The other's aura was as deep as the sea, making it difficult even for this ancient being who had cultivated for hundreds of years to fathom its depths.

But his temperament had long been tempered to be as firm as a rock, and he immediately shouted coldly, "Where did this junior come from, daring to trespass on the mountain gate of my Tianhe Sword Sect? Such rudeness is simply courting death!"

Before he finished speaking, he pointed forward with his fingers like a sword.

With that flick of the finger, a beam of sword light shot into the sky.

The sword light was initially only a thin line, as thin as a hair, but in an instant it expanded and extended, turning into two, then into four, and the sword light spread out, transforming into a long river of sword light that was more than ten feet wide and more than a hundred feet long, stretching across the sky.

The Milky Way was formed by the convergence of three thousand sword lights. Each sword light was as clear as crystal. They collided and rubbed against each other, emitting a clanging sound. The three thousand sword lights roared together, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Wherever the Milky Way passed, ripples spread across the void, as if unable to withstand the immense power contained within.

This is precisely the divine power cultivated by the Celestial Master Tianchi: the Azure Heavenly River Sword.

He used all his strength from the start, determined to teach this arrogant young man a profound lesson.

The Milky Way surged down, carrying with it the overwhelming power of the void laws and three thousand sword lights. Wherever it passed, even the void itself was crushed, emitting a piercing roar.

Wu Tian's expression remained unchanged, and he did not even use any magical weapons.

He simply raised his right hand and slowly clenched his fist.

The movement seemed simple, but as he clenched his fist, the void behind him suddenly distorted, and a towering, pale golden pillar, its surface faintly shimmering with the remnants of gods and demons, slowly emerged. (End of Chapter)