Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

The moment the divine pillar appeared, the light within a radius of a hundred feet suddenly dimmed, as if it had been instantly suppressed by some incredibly terrifying force.

Even time seemed to stand still.

The surging river of sword light abruptly stopped ten feet away from Wu Tian.

Like an insect frozen in amber, even the sword light floating within it is frozen in mid-air, maintaining its forward-rushing posture, yet unable to advance even an inch further.

Wu Tian's fist had already landed at that moment.

There are no fancy techniques, no complicated variations, just a simple punch.

When this punch, imbued with the power of the Heavenly Emperor, landed, the void cracked under its weight, as if glass were shattering, and visible ripples spread outwards.

The fist imprint solidified into a tangible form, radiating golden light, as if an ancient divine mountain had fallen from the heavens, carrying an overwhelming power capable of suppressing all ages, slowly pressing down on the solidified river of sword light and on the Heavenly Pool Immortal.

Although the punch was slow and unhurried, it was extremely fast in the eyes of Master Tianchi, even faster than his sword light, exceeding the limits of his perception. He couldn't even see when the opponent made the move.

boom! ! ! !

The river of sword light shattered inch by inch under this punch, like an ice sculpture struck by a heavy hammer, exploding into billions of points of light. Those points of light did not dissipate, but were swept back by the force of the punch, like a galaxy flowing backward, rushing back towards Master Tianchi.

Master Tianchi wanted to dodge and defend, but the opponent's movements were too fast. Even the shattered sword light that rolled back seemed to be countless times faster. He had never seen such a terrifying speed of attack.

There was no time to react; he could only watch helplessly as the fist imprint grew larger and larger in his pupils, finally landing solidly on his chest.

"puff!"

Master Tianchi coughed up blood, which condensed into droplets in the air and slowly drifted away. He fell from the sky like a meteorite, carrying with him fragments of swirling sword light, and crashed heavily onto the plaza in front of the main hall of Bihua Mountain.

Boom! !
The deafening roar echoed throughout the entire mountain.

Centered on the spot where the Heavenly Pool Immortal fell, spiderweb-like cracks spread across the plaza's ground for dozens of feet. Debris flew everywhere, and dust rose. Once the dust settled, a pit three feet deep and about two feet wide was clearly visible.

Master Tianchi lay at the bottom of the pit, his Taoist robe torn, his beard and hair disheveled, his chest sunken, and blood continuously gushing from the corner of his mouth.

Even more terrifying, he was sealed by a divine force, his primordial spirit was frozen, and his magical power was sealed. Although he was conscious, he could not move a single finger, let alone speak. He could only stare wide-eyed, his humiliation and horror intertwined.

The entire Bihua Mountain was deathly silent.

All the disciples and stewards of the Tianhe Sword Sect who witnessed this scene were dumbfounded and could not believe their eyes.

Elder Tianchi... a senior cultivator at the second level of the Nascent Soul realm, a master who has cultivated for hundreds of years, was actually suppressed by the opponent with a single punch?!

Inside the Biluo Palace, all the elders' expressions changed slightly.

The nebula in Master Yuheng's eyes spun faster as he said in a deep voice, "This child... actually possesses such strength. That divine power... should be the Lu family's Heavenly Pillar..."

Behind Master Chishan, the illusory image of a blazing sun burned fiercely, and seven fire dragons roared and surged, causing the surrounding air to crackle: "Don't boost the morale of others. Senior Brother Tianchi was just careless. I'll go and meet him!"

"Wait a minute." Master Biyuan's voice came from the abyss. Ripples spread from the pool behind him, and a cold aura permeated the air. "The strength this boy just displayed has reached the third level of the Nascent Soul Realm. He should not be underestimated."

“Chishan, you are also at the second level of the Nascent Soul Realm. You may not be able to suppress this person. In that case, he will probably become even more arrogant.”

"Sect Leader, let me go!"

Master Bixiao's gaze was deep and unfathomable as he slowly nodded: "Junior Brother Biyuan, please be careful."

"Don't worry, Sect Leader, I will not be careless." After saying that, Master Biyuan soared into the sky, his figure transforming into a stream of light, and landed a hundred feet away from Wu Tian.

"You are indeed quite capable to have defeated Tianchi." He stood with his hands behind his back, his black Daoist robe fluttering in the wind, his voice as cold as the deepest spring. "I am Biyuan. Considering the difficulty of your cultivation, I will not bully the weak and will let you make the first move."

Wu Tian glanced at him and suddenly smiled.

"If I make a move, you won't be able to withstand even one strike."

His voice was calm. "Let's do it."

Master Biyuan's face darkened, and his hooked nose twitched slightly. "You arrogant brat! Since you don't know what's good for you, then I'll teach you a lesson."

He held nothing back; his dark Taoist robe fluttered without wind, and the abyss behind him seemed to come alive.

hum! !

Strange phenomena suddenly appeared between heaven and earth.

Centered on Master Biyuan, azure-colored rays of light suddenly appeared and spread out rapidly like splashed ink.

One mile, ten miles, a hundred miles... In just three breaths, the entire sky, spanning a thousand miles, was enveloped in azure light, turning even the midday sun a vibrant blue.

Upon closer inspection, the vast expanse of azure clouds was composed of countless fine, hair-like sword beams. These sword beams intertwined and interwoven, resembling a blue sky.

"Today I will show you what it means to be outmatched and to be in a world beyond your reach."

"Give me the town!"

At this moment, as Master Biyuan activated it, the azure clouds surged and trembled, emitting a piercing shriek, as if thunder had exploded.

Rumble!
The rosy clouds stretched for miles, like an inverted Milky Way hanging from the heavens. Wherever they passed, the void twisted and the light was swallowed up, as if even the heavens and earth were about to be submerged by this blue sky.

This supernatural power was created by Master Biyuan, who forged his own path from the inheritance of the Tianhe Sword Sect and condensed his own unique "Biyuan Sword Scripture". The sword is as blue as the sky, and the Dao heart is as deep as the abyss. With a thought, he can cover the sky with azure clouds and submerge everything.

Wu Tian simply raised his right hand.

The Heavenly Pillar reappeared behind him, its golden light flowing and time standing still.

The cascading waterfall of sword light abruptly stopped thirty feet away from him, like a glacier frozen in time, its countless sword beams unable to advance even an inch further.

Then, he clenched his fist and threw a punch.

Same moves, same domineering style.

His palm fell, and in the blink of an eye, it grew to the size of a mountain, bearing the indistinct marks of divine and demonic totems.

With a single palm, it could cover the sky, carrying the divine power to suppress time and shatter all things.

Click! Click! Click!

The cascading waterfall shattered inch by inch under that giant golden palm, like glass being crushed by a boulder. Countless sword beams dissipated and vanished, emitting a continuous series of explosions.

The azure clouds and golden light intertwined and collided, exploding into circles of magnificent yet dangerous ripples in mid-air.

Master Biyuan's expression changed drastically. He felt that his divine power was as fragile as paper and was crushed and shattered in an instant.

He wanted to escape, but he didn't expect the other party to be so fast. Even though he had been on guard, he only realized how terrifying the other party's strength and speed were when he faced him in person.

He had just harnessed his escape light when the colossal, sky-covering hand was already above his head.

boom!
A solid, decisive blow.

Master Biyuan's protective sword light shattered, and he was struck as if by an ancient divine elephant. A clear cracking sound came from his ribs, and blood gushed out. Like a meteorite falling, he crashed into the plaza outside the main hall, landing with perfect precision three zhang away from Master Tianchi.

Boom!

New pits appeared in the ground, and gravel flew like rain.

Master Biyuan lay at the bottom of the pit, staring wide-eyed at Master Tianchi. Both of them had their primordial spirits sealed and were unable to move, feeling utterly ashamed and indignant.

Two moves were used to suppress two Nascent Soul cultivators.

The entire Bihua Mountain was completely silent.

All the disciples of the Tianhe Sword Sect felt a chill rise from their spines, as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

If Tianchi Zhenren's defeat could be attributed to carelessness, then Biyuan Zhenren's all-out effort, using the divine power of Thousand Miles of Azure Clouds, yet still being suppressed by the opponent's punch, can only mean one thing.

The strength of this Grand Commander of the Lu family has exceeded their comprehension; he could easily suppress a primordial spirit.

Inside the Biluo Palace, all the elders changed their expressions and could no longer remain calm.

Behind Master Chishan, the phantom of the crimson sun flickered erratically, and the seven fire dragons coiled with their heads bowed, no longer displaying their former power. He considered himself to be roughly equal in strength to Tianchi, but far inferior to Biyuan.

Even Senior Brother Biyuan ended up in such a state; if he were to go up there, the result would be no different.

Master Yuheng's fingers trembled, the starlight in his pupils shattered, and his usually calm demeanor crumbled. "Even Senior Brother Biyuan has been defeated... How... how is this possible..."

Master Bixiao slowly rose to his feet.

His face was ashen, and there was no longer any contempt in his eyes, but instead a deep sense of solemnity and apprehension.

"Please wait here, I'll go and meet him."

As soon as he finished speaking, Master Hanxia, ​​who had been silent on the right, suddenly spoke up: "Sect Leader, please wait."

This person was a woman, and her body was shrouded in a layer of crystal-clear ice-soul glow, within which thousands of ice spells were faintly rotating.

The divine power she condensed was the Ice Soul Divine Light, her Dao heart was as refined as eternal ice, and her temperament was extremely calm.

"This boy defeated his two junior brothers, Tianchi and Biyuan, and his strength is far beyond that of an ordinary third-level Nascent Soul cultivator."

Master Hanxia spoke calmly, each word like an ice bead falling onto a jade plate, "Moreover, the power of the Heavenly Pillar has given this person such incredible speed that, with my cultivation level, I can't even see how he made his move."

"Such supernatural abilities are truly unprecedented in my life. If the sect leader were to personally attend the meeting now, what if something were to happen..."

She paused, not continuing, but everyone in the hall understood the deeper meaning behind her words.

Master Bixiao is the leader of a sect. If he is suppressed in front of everyone, the reputation of the Tianhe Sword Sect, which has lasted for thousands of years, will be destroyed in an instant.

They had originally retreated from the battlefield of the Northwest Demon God Path and were newcomers to the Southern Frontier. At that time, the morale of the sect was low and the disciples' Dao hearts were wavering. In addition, with the patriarch now in seclusion, chaos is likely to break out in the sect.

The phantom of the crimson sun behind Master Chishan flickered uncertainly. Although unwilling, he said in a deep voice, "Junior Sister Hanxia is right. The sect leader is responsible for the rise and fall of the sect and should not take risks lightly. Perhaps... we should temporarily avoid the limelight and make further plans."

The nebula in Master Yuheng's eyes spun rapidly as he deduced fate. After a moment, he slowly said, "I just used the astrological chart to deduce that this child's destiny is like a dragon lurking in the abyss, unfathomable. Fighting him head-on... would be more likely to bring bad luck than good."

Master Bixiao listened quietly, his expression unchanged.

After everyone had finished speaking, he slowly opened his mouth, his voice as calm as a deep well, "I understand the concerns of my fellow disciples."

He looked up at the figure in the sky outside the hall, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

"I have led the Tianhe Sword Sect for hundreds of years, experienced seventy-nine battles, large and small, and fought against the demon god cultivators. I have never retreated even a step."

He paused, his body shimmering with azure light, and a faint phantom of a starry river stretching across the void appeared behind him—a phenomenon he had cultivated for hundreds of years: the Azure Heavenly River.

"But today is different. This boy was able to suppress Junior Brother Biyuan in one move. Even I can't see his true strength. Even if I go all out, my chances of winning are less than 50%."

Master Bixiao looked at the elders in the hall with a solemn expression, "I am not going there to fight for a moment of pride, but to find out this person's intentions and prevent the conflict between the two sides from escalating."

His voice deepened as he said, word by word, "A true man can bend and stretch. Since the enemy is powerful, I will give him some face and back down a bit."

"Wait for the Ancestor to emerge from seclusion..."

A glint flashed in Bixiao Zhenren's eyes, and his aura suddenly surged. Although he did not release it outwards, everyone in the hall felt a powerful sword intent poised to be unleashed.

"At that time, we will repay today's humiliation a hundredfold!"

As soon as the words fell, the hall fell into silence.

The expressions of the elders changed, and finally they all let out a long sigh.

Master Yuheng nodded slowly: "I admire the sect leader's profound wisdom and foresight."

The illusory image of the crimson sun behind Master Chishan stabilized again, and the seven fire dragons raised their heads and said in a deep voice, "Then we will wait here for the sect leader to return."

Master Bixiao nodded slightly, said no more, took a step forward, and his figure was already high in the sky outside the hall. His green Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, facing Wu Tian from afar.

He bowed with his hands clasped in a gesture of composure and elegance, his voice as gentle as a spring breeze: "Grand Commander Lu, just now my elder was reckless and ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, and has offended many people. Bixiao apologizes here."

Wu Tian looked at him with a half-smile: "I thought your Tianhe Sword Sect was going to continue pretending not to know me, shouting and killing to teach me a lesson!"

Master Bixiao smiled slightly, his smile as warm and gentle as jade: "It's a misunderstanding. It's all a misunderstanding. Grand Commander, you are so young yet you have such cultivation. It is truly admirable."

"Our Tianhe Sword Sect has been ordered to go south to establish a sect in Bihua Mountain and become neighbors with the Lu family. A few days ago, I specially asked my junior brother Tianchi to deliver an invitation to the Grand Commander, so that we could discuss matters between our two families."

“Wuling County is so vast. If our two families draw a boundary and do not interfere with each other, wouldn’t that be the best of both worlds?”

His tone was sincere, and his posture was very humble, as if the suppression of the two elders had never happened.

Wu Tian interrupted him directly: "The Tianhe Sword Sect wants to establish itself in Wuling County? Absolutely not."

Bixiao Zhenren's smile froze slightly.

"You can establish your own faction in the Southern Frontier, but not in Wuling County." Wu Tian's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable domineering air. "Wuling County is the territory of my Lu family, and Bihua Mountain is even more so."

"How can I allow others to sleep soundly beside my bed?"

The smile on Bixiao Zhenren's face vanished completely.

He remained silent for a moment, a glint of sword light flashing in his eyes, his voice still steady: "Grand Commander, Bihua Mountain resonates with the Dao of my Tianhe Sword Sect, and establishing a sect here is the will of Heaven."

"My sect will definitely restrain its disciples and never have any conflict with the Lu family. I, Bixiao, as the sect leader, promise that my sect will never interfere with any of the Lu family's rights and interests in Wuling County."

"I hope the Grand Commander will do me a favor, for doing others a favor will benefit himself as well."

"I said, no." Wu Tian's expression was cold, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "If the Tianhe Sword Sect wants to establish itself in the Southern Frontier, only I can decide the location." (End of Chapter)