Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

Chapter 3 Requiem
As the night passed and dawn broke the next day, Wu Tian couldn't wait to run out of his room.

He squatted at the doorway, looking at the two exorcism pictures hanging on the door.

The exorcism picture depicts a red-haired boy holding a knife on the left and a blue-haired boy holding a steel fork on the right.

These two exorcism paintings were common throughout the village. He had seen them before when he was running around, but he had never paid any attention to them, thinking they were just ordinary exorcism paintings to put his mind at ease.

Having witnessed what happened last night, he knew that these two exorcism paintings must be extraordinary.

Wu Tian stared intently at the painting, but still couldn't figure it out.

He then ran to the center of the village, wanting to see what was emitting a red light like a burning flame that protected the entire village.

But when they arrived at the destination, they only saw an ancient bronze cauldron.

This ancient cauldron, six feet tall, is a vessel used for cooking food during bonfire parties in the village.

The cauldron was also engraved with patterns, but those patterns were so obscure that they were impossible to understand.

“There must be some secrets in this village that I don’t know about.” Wu Tian stared at the ancient cauldron for a long time. “The highest-ranking person in the village is the clan chief, and then there’s the hunting team.”

“The hunting team had an accident a few days ago, and many people and white dogs died, so they haven’t been hunting for a while. But this situation won’t last long.” Wu Tian knew very well that “the hunting team will definitely need to replenish its manpower and white dogs afterward.”

"If you can join a hunting party, you will be safer when you go out hunting, and you will likely learn more secrets about the village."

He quickly figured it out. Now that he knew evil spirits and ghosts really existed in this world, and that there were beings in the village capable of fighting against them, he would definitely not give up.

It would be meaningless to just be an ordinary white dog, living for twenty or thirty years, or dying in a hunt.

He wanted to become a demon.

After sorting out his thoughts, Wu Tian didn't waste any more time. He quickly slipped out to practice his hunting and wind-listening skills, while also using poisonous insects to hone his talents.

Whether it was due to his soul and mind from his previous life or the system panel, he could clearly feel that his two skills were improving very quickly.

After leaving the village, he did not venture out. Instead, he wandered in the nearby jungle, hunting poisonous insects and snakes that he could find.

His day of hunting yielded a rich harvest; he even spotted a wild rabbit.

However, the rabbits living in the wild were very clever. He was spotted before he even got close, and the rabbit darted into the depths of the jungle. Wu Tian did not continue to chase after it.

As it was getting dark, Wu Tian returned to the village.

As Wu Tian continued to run out of the village, the adult white dogs that had been afraid something would happen to him stopped howling at him.

Five days passed in this way, and Wu Tian's attribute panel underwent significant changes.

Name: Wu Tian

Age: 2
Bloodline: Southern Xinjiang White Dog
Talent: Poison absorption 5% (Beginner)
Skills: Hunting 20%, Listening to the Wind 18%
After his hunting skills reached 20%, Wu Tian clearly felt that his hunting ability had improved significantly compared to before, and his physical fitness had also improved markedly.

"Yes, improving hunting skills will also strengthen your physique."

Wu Tian was lying comfortably in the wooden tub, enjoying the caresses and cleansing from Chi Limu's small hands. Although there was some awkwardness, after all, even though it was a puppy, he was still male.

But over the past few days, he has gotten used to being pulled into the wooden tub by the girl to take a bath, which seems to help him unwind from the day's fatigue and bloodshed.

After taking a bath, he would snuggle into Chi Limu's arms and fall into a deep sleep.

As night fell, a cold wind howled, but it couldn't penetrate the village and harm the ordinary people. Everything seemed so peaceful and serene.

But when Wu Tian woke up the next day, he found the atmosphere in the village to be rather somber. Almost every household had gotten up very early and gathered in the center of the village.

I don’t know when, but a huge pile of firewood has been erected here. The bodies, which had been prepared in advance, were wrapped in white cloth and placed on the firewood. There are seven bodies in total.

The villagers all gathered around the pile of firewood, their faces filled with sorrow and solemnity. The clan chief stood in the center, holding a wooden staff, chanting incantations that were difficult to decipher. Meanwhile, the villagers began to recite an ancient requiem together.

"The past is forgotten, the future is filled with anxiety."

"This life is gone, do not look back."

"The seven spirits and three souls return with the wind to the Miao region."

"..."

This ancient requiem resounded throughout heaven and earth, seemingly possessing a mysterious rhythm that instilled a sense of oppression.

Only the sound of the requiem echoed throughout the village; no other noise could be heard.

Even Wu Tian lay on the ground, watching cautiously.

puff!

Amidst the low chanting of the crowd, the chieftain raised the wooden staff in his hand, which emitted a red light that fell upon the pile of firewood, instantly igniting flames that quickly engulfed the entire woodpile in flames.

Chi Limu was held in her grandfather's arms. Having not seen her father for several days, she vaguely knew what had happened.

She knew she would never see her father again.

She was very sensible and didn't want to worry the adults, so she didn't shed a single tear. But now, looking at the raging flames and listening to the requiem in her ears...

Chi Limu finally shed tears and covered his mouth, sobbing softly.

Besides her, many others were in tears, and the sound of weeping mingled with the requiem, making the atmosphere even more oppressive.

As the seven bodies were completely burned in the fire, everything returned to dust, leaving nothing behind.

This seems to be a special custom of the village, which does not allow corpses to be left behind, and even the burning of corpses is done during the day, not at night.

After the entire burial ceremony was over, everything seemed to return to normal.

Just as Wu Tian had predicted, the hunting team began to reorganize its manpower and white dog, preparing to go into the mountains to hunt again.

For the Miao people living deep in the mountains, hunting wild animals is an important source of food.

The hunting party lost seven people at once, which is why it took so long.

Wu Tian naturally discovered this news through some clues. He immediately became anxious, ran to the clan leader's door, and kept growling in a low voice.

The clan chief was discussing hunting in the mountains with the leader of the hunting team, Gu Xiongmu, when he heard the white dog barking outside the door and was immediately puzzled.

The people guarding the door saw Wu Tian's puppy and, fearing it would disturb the people inside, quickly shouted at him to leave.

Wu Tian refused to leave and lingered outside the door.

Although the clan chief did not go out, he seemed to see Wu Tian. He stroked his graying beard and couldn't help but chuckle softly, "What a spirited white dragon."

“Gu Xiongmu, next time you go hunting, take this white dragon with you. It’s a good prospect and may become the King of Dogs in the future.”

Gu Xiongmu nodded solemnly, not only because of the clan chief's instructions, but also because the white dog was the hunting team's most loyal partner.

If it weren't for the white dog, they would never have been able to hunt in the mountains, let alone survive.

"Silver Frost." Gu Xiongmu gave the order, and a white adult dog that had been lying at his feet slowly stood up and walked slowly toward the door.

(End of this chapter)