Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

The setting sun, like blood, dyed the broken walls and ruins of Bihua Mountain with a layer of golden red.

The remaining cultivators of the Tianhe Sword Sect began to assemble. Although the sect's gates had been destroyed, the foundation and rules of this millennia-old sect remained. With a command from True Person Chishan and True Person Hanxia, ​​the evacuation proceeded in an orderly manner.

"Om!!"

The void trembled, and twelve magic boats, each a hundred feet long, cast entirely in bronze and inscribed with star-river forbidden laws, slowly rose into the air.

This is the Star River Crossing Boat, a treasure passed down for thousands of years by the Tianhe Sword Sect. Each one is made with countless rare and precious materials and can carry disciples across the void. It is a vital artifact of the sect.

"Board the ship!"

Master Chishan's voice was as firm as iron, and the strange phenomenon of the crimson sun behind him exuded majesty.

The disciples below the Refinement Realm filed in, maintaining perfect order.

Meanwhile, the elders and cultivators of the sect with cultivation levels above the Dao Embryo Realm rode various demonic mounts and magical treasures, protecting the twelve magic boats.

These Dharma boats are too cumbersome and would easily become easy targets.

“Qiang Qiang Qiang!!”

The sound of swords rang out continuously, and hundreds of sword lights of different colors soared into the sky. The sword lights intertwined and spread out a magnificent rainbow in the sky.

Master Yuheng did not leave. He stood on the ruins of the main peak, with nebulae swirling behind him. He looked at Wu Tian in the sky with a complicated expression, and then at his fellow disciples who were evacuating.

Hundreds of cultivators rode on beams of magical light, while savage beasts galloped through the air. Twelve Star River Crossing Ships slowly started up, causing the void to tremble wherever they passed.

This scene was absolutely magnificent.

When they arrived, it was the Loose Immortal Ancestor who used his great supernatural powers to bring all the disciples to Bihua Mountain with the help of the sect's precious treasures, making no great show of it.

Now that the ancestor has departed, his fate and whereabouts are unknown. Therefore, he has no choice but to use the most primitive methods, riding the light of Dharma, riding wild beasts, and urging the Dharma boat to travel across the southern border in a grand and majestic manner.

Master Chishan turned back, looking at the ruins of Bihua Mountain, then at Wu Tian high in the sky. The flames in his eyes flickered, and finally turned into a long sigh: "Go!"

The large and imposing procession began to advance towards Tonghai County.

Sword light rained down, savage beasts galloped, and the magic boat pierced the sky.

After the main force had gone far away, Master Yuheng took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, stepped into the air, and arrived a hundred feet away from Wu Tian, ​​where he bowed deeply.

"Grand Commander Lu."

His voice was dry.

Faced with this ferocious god who suppressed three primordial spirits in the sect, shattered the Dharma image of a scattered immortal, and smashed the mountain-protecting formation, even the Jade Balance True Person, whose Dao heart had been as still as an ancient well for hundreds of years of cultivation, was extremely nervous at this moment.

He had even prepared himself to use this primordial spirit body to unleash a forbidden technique and fight to the death to buy his three fellow disciples a chance to escape if they were enraged.

This was the last effort he could make for the sect.

"My Tianhe Sword Sect... admits defeat."

Master Yuheng raised his head, his eyes pleading: "Sect Leader Bixiao, Senior Brother Biyuan, and Junior Brother Tianchi have offended the Grand Commander and deserve their punishment."

"But now that my faction has withdrawn from Wuling County, I hope the Grand Commander will... show mercy and spare their lives."

After saying this, he closed his eyes and waited, his mind completely broken.

however……

"can."

Wu Tian uttered only one word.

Master Yuheng suddenly opened his eyes, almost unable to believe his ears.

Wu Tian reached out and grabbed, and the divine power that had been suppressing Bi Xiao, Bi Yuan, and Tian Chi in the three deep pits in the ruins of the plaza below dissipated.

"puff!"

The three of them coughed up a mouthful of blood at the same time, their breaths were weak, but they finally regained their ability to move.

They struggled to climb out of the pit, looking up at Wu Tian high in the sky, their expressions extremely complicated.

Shame, humiliation, fear, resentment...

Master Bixiao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, straightened his tattered Taoist robe, bowed deeply to Wu Tian, ​​and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you... Grand Commander for sparing my life."

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Master Biyuan's face was ashen, and he felt a sharp pain in the hollow of his chest. He lowered his head, his hands clenched into fists, his nails digging into his palms and drawing blood, but he still bowed in the end.

The most pitiful was Master Tianchi, his Taoist robe was torn to shreds, his hair and beard were disheveled, his lips trembled, and in the end he said nothing, but only bowed deeply.

The three of them were experiencing a mix of emotions at that moment.

Despite being suppressed, having his mountain gate destroyed, and being forced to retreat, he now has to thank his enemies for sparing his life.

This humiliation was worse than death for them.

But... being alive is always better than being dead.

Master Yuheng quickly stepped forward to help the three of them up, and bowed to Wu Tian again: "Grand Commander, you are very magnanimous. On behalf of the Tianhe Sword Sect, Master Yuheng thanks you!"

Wu Tian looked down at them, his expression indifferent.

His decision to release the man was certainly not out of kindness.

The reason he sent the Tianhe Sword Sect to Tonghai County was to test the waters and probe the Dragon Clan's true strength.

The stronger the Tianhe Sword Sect becomes, the greater the pressure it puts on the Dragon Clan of Tonghai County.

If these three primordial spirits are killed, the strength of the Tianhe Sword Sect will be greatly reduced. When they arrive in Tonghai County, they will probably not even be able to make a ripple. How can they then test the strength of the Dragon Clan for him?
Keeping them here and sending them to Tonghai County is the best course of action.

"Get lost." Wu Tian waved his hand, as if shooing away flies.

The four men, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, dared not say another word. They transformed into four streaks of light and sped eastward to catch up with the main force.

As Wu Tian watched their departing figures, a golden light flashed between his brows.

"Buzz!"

Golden Eyes of Reflection, open!

His eyes turned pale gold, and complex patterns emerged deep within his pupils, his gaze instantly piercing through hundreds and thousands of miles...

The magnificent procession of the Tianhe Sword Sect, with its stampeding beasts, flying sword lights, and magic boats piercing the sky, came into clear view.

They were heading towards Tonghai County at full speed, startling countless birds and beasts along the way. The cultivators and demons in the mountains below looked up and stared in surprise.

With such a massive display, it's hard not to attract attention.

"I'd like to see just how many people have come to the East Sea Dragon Palace this time," Wu Tian muttered to himself. With a flicker, he transformed into a faint, almost invisible golden light and silently followed after them.

……

Wuling County, the ancestral home of the Lu family.

Lu Nanxi stood on the top floor of Tingfeng Pavilion, gazing into the distance from the railing.

At the edge of the sky, streaks of light could be faintly seen streaking across the horizon, and the roars of galloping beasts could be heard even from hundreds of miles away.

"Those are... people from the Tianhe Sword Sect?"

A hint of surprise flashed in her beautiful eyes, which quickly turned into deep joy.

"It must have been him. I didn't expect it to be resolved so quickly." That man... he certainly didn't disappoint her.

"Somebody come!"

Lu Nanxi turned around, her voice clear and authoritative.

Soon, a personal maid arrived and bowed respectfully, "Master."

"Issue my decree: immediately dispatch all spies to keep a close watch on the movements of the Heavenly River Sword Sect." Lu Nanxi's fingertips shimmered with magical light as she quickly wrote out a spellbook. "Furthermore, report back immediately upon receiving any news of the Grand Commander!"

"Yes!"

The maid obeyed and took the spellbook that was flowing with flames.

Lu Nanxi looked eastward again. "It is said that the Tianhe Sword Sect has loose immortals, and more than ten Nascent Soul True Persons. How did you manage to do that?"

She felt she was increasingly looking down on that man; his strength had grown to a terrifying level in such a short time.

Almost every so often, his strength undergoes a dramatic transformation.

"Thank goodness... he's not an enemy..."

The more she learned about the man, the more mysterious and terrifying she felt about him.

……

Meanwhile, in Tonghai County, the former ancestral home of the Li family has been transformed into a temporary dragon palace.

Inside the main hall, an atmosphere of extravagance and debauchery permeated the air.

The hall is ten zhang high and is made entirely of deep-sea white jade. Its four walls are inlaid with luminous pearls, corals, and pearls, making the entire hall look like an underwater dragon palace.

In the center of the main hall was a warm jade pool, three zhang in diameter. The pool was not filled with water, but with a fragrant, pale golden liquid called ambergris, which was said to have aphrodisiac and nourishing effects.

In the pool, a man is lying on his back, enjoying the view with his eyes closed.

He looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with an extremely handsome face, sword-like eyebrows that slanted upwards into his temples, a high and straight nose, well-defined lips, and skin that shone with a faint jade-like glow.

What is most striking is that on each side of his forehead grows a three-inch-long, crystal-clear, forked dragon horn like a deer antler. The surface of the dragon horn is naturally covered with fine dragon patterns, exuding a faint sense of awe.

He was tall and imposing, and even when he was lying down, his muscles were smooth and powerful. He had a broad chest and well-defined abdominal muscles. A pale golden dragon tail extended from the pool and casually draped over the edge. Each scale on the dragon tail was like a piece of gold and jade, shining brightly.

This is Moang, the third prince of the East Sea Dragon Palace.

In the Dragon Palace of the East Sea, the title of Crown Prince represents power.

Only those who possess pure dragon blood and cultivate to the level of a demon saint can be called a prince.

The ranking of the crown prince is based on merit, not age.

There are more than a dozen princes in the Dragon Palace. Moang's strength is evident in his ability to become the third prince.

This is a terrifying being capable of fighting against true immortals, and has a formidable reputation in the East Sea and the Eastern Lands.

At this moment, the Third Prince of the East Sea was surrounded by dozens of women.

These women were all beautiful, with exquisite figures, different temperaments, and a variety of charms.

There was a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, pure and innocent, with eyes as frightened as a fawn, but she had to force a smile and kneel by the pool to massage his shoulders;

A young woman in her early twenties, mature and charming, wearing a semi-transparent gauze dress, was soaking in the pool and massaging his legs;
These women were all either young ladies of the Li family or beautiful married women, including many who were originally respected matriarchs or legitimate daughters of the Li family.

But in Moang's presence, they were merely playthings.

"Tsk, Father is really something. Not only did he not allow me, the Crown Prince, to bring my ceremonial guard and imperial carriage, but he also wouldn't let me bring my personal sea oyster maid. I've been holding back all the way here..."

Moang indulged in the services of the beauties while complaining.

"Now I can finally relax."

He reached out and hugged the woman in his arms even tighter. The girl's body stiffened, and tears silently streamed down her face.

"Why are you crying?" Moang raised an eyebrow, a hint of displeasure flashing in his dragon eyes. "Serving this prince is a blessing you've accumulated over several lifetimes."

The woman beside him quickly forced a smile and said ingratiatingly, "Your Highness, please calm down. Ta is young and doesn't know any better... It is our honor to serve Your Highness."

As she spoke, she took off her outer garment, and Zhu Dong pressed himself against her.

The other women around her also flattered her to the extreme:

"The Crown Prince is incredibly powerful; it is our greatest honor to serve him..."

"Your Highness, please taste this divine wine, the Bi Chao, which the Li family has treasured for three hundred years..."

"Your Highness, you are truly valiant..."

Their voices were sweet and ingratiating, always trying to please.

However, upon closer observation, one can find that many women harbor deep pain and humiliation in the depths of their eyes.

Some of them were already married, some had found their sweethearts, and some were originally the high-ranking young ladies of the Li family...

Now, however, they have to grovel here and serve this dragon prince.

But they dared not resist.

Outside the main hall, dozens of corpses were hanging, including resisting women, men from the Li family who tried to rescue them, and even several elders of the Li family.

The corpses were frozen and hung under the eaves of the palace, swaying in the wind, with scarlet blood dripping onto the ground from time to time, emitting a foul stench.

That was a blatant warning!

Dragons are lustful by nature, and Moang is a demon saint with boundless energy and blazing yang energy like the sun.

Ordinary women simply cannot withstand it; they are often drained of their vitality overnight, or even tortured to death.

In the past two weeks, the women in the palace have been replaced three times.

These creatures in the pond now are merely putting on a brave face, unsure how long they will live.

……

Outside the main hall, the atmosphere was the complete opposite of the extravagance and debauchery inside; it was a deathly, oppressive silence.

Dozens of men from the Li family stood like clay or wooden sculptures on either side of the main hall. They wore uniform dark blue armor and carried long halberds, serving as guards.

Among these people were direct descendants of the Li family, experts from collateral branches, and even several elders at the Dao Embryo Realm.

However, what truly made this area chilling and like a battlefield were the two terrifying figures standing on either side of the palace gate.

On the left is a man who is two zhang tall, with a burly and imposing build. His entire body is covered with a thick, dark blue-black armor, and there are ferocious barbs growing at his joints.

His head was a giant crab head, with bulging and rotating eyes, and two huge pincers the size of doors hanging at his sides, making a clicking metallic scraping sound when they opened and closed, gleaming coldly.

He was clad in a suit of heavy, blood-red armor, and held a three-pointed, double-edged sword, as thin as a door panel, on the ground. The blade was wreathed in a bloodthirsty aura that seemed almost tangible, sending chills down one's spine at the mere sight of him.

This is Crab Eighteen, one of the two sea generals accompanying Prince Moang. He possesses the bloodline of the ancient, exotic Red Armor Demon Crab and his cultivation has reached the peak of the Great Demon King.

On the right stood a man of slightly lean and wiry build, still about eighteen feet tall. His skin was a dark grayish-blue, covered with fine, tough scales. A ferocious shark head, full of sharp teeth, gaped open at the corners of his mouth, his eyes gleaming with a deep, unfathomable light as he surveyed the crowd as if examining prey.

He wore heavy armor made of countless layers of black fish scales, and held a halberd at an angle in his hand. Water vapor rolled and swirled on the blade, and the faint sound of the waves moaning could be heard.

This is Sha Wuhen, another general accompanying Moang. He possesses the bloodline of the ancient exotic Soul-Devouring Shark and is also a peak Great Demon King, ferocious and bloodthirsty.

Both were terrifying beings whose cultivation had reached the peak of the Great Demon King realm. Their murderous aura soared to the heavens. Just standing there, they were like two icebergs, their oppressive presence causing the blood of all members of the Li family to freeze, making even breathing extremely difficult. (End of Chapter)