Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

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Master Dawei was struck as if by a heavy blow, spitting out blood. The thousand-foot-long mighty dragon in the sky let out a mournful howl, its body shattering inch by inch, turning into golden light that scattered across the sky.

The relic's radiance dimmed completely, cracks spread, and it was almost completely shattered.

Zen Master Dawei staggered backward, pointing at Wu Tian, ​​his eyes wide with fury:
"You...you're courting death!!"

The smile on Wu Tian's face vanished instantly, replaced by an icy chill.

He took a step forward and appeared in front of Zen Master Dawei, looking down at him with a voice as cold as ancient ice.

"Guests are always welcome, which is why I've been giving you a friendly welcome."

"But it seems I was too lenient, allowing you, this blind fool, to repeatedly defy my authority."

"You old bald monk, I'm warning you, if you continue to hurl insults at me..."

His eyes flashed with golden light, "I'll chop off your head with one stroke and throw it into a mass grave to feed the dogs."

As soon as he finished speaking, an extremely sharp killing intent enveloped Zen Master Dawei as if it were a tangible thing.

Zen Master Dawei froze, as if he were being stared at by a ferocious beast, his blood about to freeze.

His face turned pale and then red, his lips trembled, and he wanted to say something harsh, but when he met Wu Tian's cold and ruthless eyes, all the words stuck in his throat.

After a long silence, he finally managed to squeeze out the words through clenched teeth:
"The kindness shown to us today... our Longxiang Temple... will surely repay it one day!"

With that, he turned to leave with his disciples.

"Wait a minute."

Wu Tian spoke, his voice calm yet undeniably authoritative.

Zen Master Dawei stopped in his tracks, turned around abruptly, and his eyes were filled with rage that seemed to spit fire. "What, do you want to kill us all?!"

Wu Tian didn't even glance at him, but turned his gaze to all the guests and said loudly, "Is there any other fellow Daoist who would like to try and see if they can move this golden pillar of mine?"

The audience was silent.

Even the abbot of Longxiang Temple, who had successfully cultivated the Great Mighty Dragon Relic, failed. Wouldn't it be a disgrace for them to go up there?

Wu Tian waited for three breaths, and when no one answered, he nodded.

He turned around, walked back up to the white jade platform, his gaze swept over the crowd below, and his voice suddenly turned serious, "Since no one can move this pillar, please listen carefully to what I am about to say."

He paused, then said, word by word:

"The Dragon Clan has invaded the Southern Frontier, occupied Tonghai County, destroyed sects and enslaved the human race. This is a disgrace to the human race of the Southern Frontier, and also our mortal enemy."

"Today, I, Lu, hereby call upon all forces in the Southern Frontier to join forces to encircle and annihilate the Dragon Clan and completely drive them off the land."

"This is the great cause of humanity, and also a battle for survival."

"Gentlemen... are you willing to respond?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Lady Zhurong was the first to stand up. Her voice was clear, cold, and firm. "I, the Zhurong clan, am willing to stand with the Lu family and join forces to drive out the dragon clan."

Master Hanxia slowly rose to her feet, her voice icy cold, “The Tianhe Sword Sect is willing to remain in Tonghai County, to face the Dragon Clan head-on, and to be their vanguard.”

The heads of various small and medium-sized forces at the gathering exchanged hesitant and worried glances. Low whispers spread like a tide throughout the plaza.

"Join forces to drive out the dragons? Easier said than done!"

"That's the Dragon Clan of the East Sea, a being that dominates the four seas. And that Third Prince Moang is even more infamous... Do you think our meager resources are enough to fill their teeth?"

"The Lu family, the Zhurong clan, and the Tianhe Sword Sect have deep foundations, so they naturally dare to challenge the Dragon Clan. But what about us? Once the war starts, if we are pushed to the front as vanguards and cannon fodder, our sect's legacy may be lost."

"Yes, the dragon race is powerful and vengeful. If we take a stand today, a large aquatic army might be pressing in tomorrow... This is no ordinary power struggle; it could very well lead to the annihilation of our entire clan!"

“The Lu family head’s cultivation is extraordinary, so he naturally has nothing to fear. But the strongest person in my sect is only at the Dao Embryo stage… This is a mess we mustn’t get involved in…”

The crowd whispered amongst themselves, their faces filled with hesitation.

Faced with behemoths like dragons, the instinct for survival overwhelmed the fervent righteousness of humanity. Most of them had shallow foundations and could not withstand great storms, fearing that one wrong step would lead to utter destruction.

For a moment, not a single person dared to stand up and agree.

Standing on the high platform, Wu Tian took in the expressions of the crowd below.

His expression remained calm, showing no surprise, as his gaze slowly swept across the entire room. Most of those whose eyes met his lowered their heads guiltily or looked away, not daring to meet his gaze or utter a sound.

The silence made the atmosphere in the square even more somber and oppressive.

After looking around, Wu Tian's gaze finally settled on the seat at the head of the right, where the Bai family members were seated, specifically on Bai Suxin, the Taiyin Palace Master of the Bai family.

“Palace Master Bai,” Wu Tian spoke, breaking the suffocating silence, “What I just said concerns the life and death of the Southern Frontier people, but I wonder… what the Bai family’s intentions are?”

Bai Suxin hesitated for a moment, then stood up and said softly:
"This matter is of great importance. I need to go back and report to the head of the family, and then... I will give the Lu family a reply."

Wu Tian looked at her, his gaze deep:

"Palace Master Bai, how can I allow others to sleep soundly beside my bed?"

"The Third Prince of the Dragon Clan is a terrifying being capable of fighting against True Immortals. Such a vicious dragon lurking in the Southern Frontier is a deadly threat to everyone."

"I hope the Bai family head... will give this matter serious consideration."

His tone was calm, but the meaning behind his words sent a chill down Bai Suxin's spine.

She looked at Wu Tian's calm yet sharp eyes, then at the towering golden pillar behind him, and at the Zhu Rong Clan and the Tianhe Sword Sect who had already expressed their stance, and quickly weighed her options.

Finally, she bowed slightly and said:

"Don't worry, Patriarch Lu, the Bai family will definitely give the Lu family an explanation within ten days."

Wu Tian nodded and turned his gaze to the people from Longxiang Temple.

Zen Master Dawei's face turned ashen, and he gritted his teeth as he said:

"This matter has nothing to do with my Longxiang Temple! My temple will not participate!"

Wu Tian's eyes turned cold:
"This is a major event for the people of Southern Xinjiang. If Longxiang Temple does not participate..."

His voice suddenly turned stern:
"Then get out of Southern Xinjiang!"

"You..." Zen Master Dawei roared in fury, "Do you think the Southern Frontier belongs to your Lu family? Where my Longxiang Temple is is not up to you to decide!"

Wu Tian said calmly:
"You can try."

"Longxiang Temple must give me an answer within ten days."

"If you agree to participate in the annihilation of the dragon clan, everything is negotiable."

"If you don't agree..."

A golden light flashed in his eyes:
"Then get out of southern Xinjiang."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't mind... personally seeing you off."

As soon as they finished speaking, Lady Zhurong and Immortal Hanxia stepped forward at the same time and stood side by side with Wu Tian.

The three combined their auras, their imposing presence overwhelming the entire area.

Master Dawei watched this scene, his expression shifting, before finally gritting his teeth and saying:

"Good! Good! Good! Lu Ding, the Dragon Elephant Temple will remember this humiliation!"

"The outcome will be clear in ten days!"

With that, he abruptly flicked his sleeve, leading his disciples away hastily, their faces covered in dust. Wu Tian watched their departing figures, a cold glint flashing in his eyes before he regained his composure.

He turned to face all the guests, and a smile returned to his face:
"Alright, business is done."

"Gentlemen, you have come from afar. I have prepared a small feast. Please take your seats."

"The banquet begins!"

The bells rang again, and the sounds of string and wind instruments began.

The maids, who had been prepared in advance, filed out like butterflies flitting among flowers, carrying jade platters and serving each table with delicacies and fine wines.

Immediately afterwards, groups of dancers emerged gracefully from the side hall and began to dance in the center of the square.

These dancers were all graceful and beautiful, dressed in light gauze skirts, with bare feet like jade, and silver bells on their wrists and ankles. As they danced, the bells rang crisply, and their skirts fluttered, making them look like fairies descending to earth.

They twirled like the wind, moved with boneless grace, were charming and alluring, or ethereal and aloof, creating a series of beautiful scenes accompanied by melodious music.

Among the dancers, one lead dancer stood out.

She was about sixteen years old, wearing a moon-white flowing dress with wide sleeves, covered with a light blue gauze. Her black hair was like a waterfall, loosely tied up with a white jade hairpin, and a pearl the size of a grain of rice adorned her forehead.

She was slender and graceful, with skin as white as snow and exquisite features, especially her eyes, which were clear as water and carried a hint of shyness and innocence.

Her dance was light and graceful, like a fairy from the moon palace. Every spin and every glance she gave attracted countless eyes.

The music was melodious, the dance was graceful, and the aroma of wine filled the air, gradually creating a lively atmosphere.

The guests clinked glasses, chatted in hushed tones, some discussing the matter of the golden pillar, others deliberating on strategies to annihilate the dragon clan, and still others simply enjoying the songs, dances, and fine food and wine.

Wu Tian sat in the main seat, raising his cup to drink with Lady Zhurong, Immortal Hanxia, ​​Bai Suxin, and others, chatting and laughing as if the tense standoff from just moments before had never happened.

The banquet lasted until nightfall.

As the moon rose high in the sky and the lanterns were lit, the Lu family ancestral home was brightly lit, as if it were daytime.

Many guests were already tipsy and were led by Lu family servants to the guest courtyard that had been prepared in advance to rest.

Some people continued to drink and enjoy the nighttime song and dance performances.

Wu Tian and several important guests drank a few more cups before he stood up, cupped his hands in greeting to everyone, and said, "Thank you all for coming today. I am not a good drinker, so I will have to excuse myself for now."

"Please enjoy yourselves. If you need anything, just give the order to the servants."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the inner courtyard under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Lu Nanxi was already waiting in the inner courtyard. When she saw him return, she stepped forward, took off his outer robe, and said softly, "Are you tired?"

Wu Tian shook his head, put his arm around her waist, and laughed:

"Not tired. Everything went smoothly today. The Dragon Elephant Temple was subdued, the Zhu Rong Clan and the Tianhe Sword Sect expressed their support, and the Bai Family's attitude softened. The matter of encircling and annihilating the Dragon Clan is more than half done."

Lu Nanxi nestled in his arms and whispered, "Longxiang Temple probably won't let this go so easily... And there's that Third Prince of the Dragon Clan, a demon saint with true dragon blood. Even if the Southern Border Humans unite, they probably won't be a match for him."

"Not to mention the demon race in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. If they also join forces with the dragon race, we'll be in big trouble."

Wu Tian lowered his head and kissed her forehead. "Don't worry, I have my own plans."

"You've worked hard these past few days. Leave these things to me, you don't need to worry."

"Three months later..."

He looked out the window at the night sky, his eyes gleaming with golden light. "How things develop is not up to them."

Three months is enough time for Lady Zhurong to reshape her true form and return to her peak condition.

Most importantly, this long period of time is more than enough for him to fully digest and absorb the Wind-Fixing Pearls he has collected. He is confident that he will be able to condense the Wind Mother Dharma Form and break through to the Loose Immortal realm.

As for how far one can go among the scattered immortals, and whether one can touch the true immortals, it depends on the specific circumstances.

However, by then, he will have enough power to protect himself.

If the Third Prince of the Dragon Palace hadn't intervened, he alone could have wiped out all the aquatic creatures that had come ashore.

But his target wasn't those small fry.

Instead, it was... Moang, the third prince of the Dragon Palace.

"The Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan are actually similar to the bloodline families of the human race. The biggest difference between them and ordinary demons is that both the Dragon and Phoenix Clans have inheritances, which allows them to better explore their own potential and bloodline."

"If I can kill the Third Prince of the Dragon Palace, seize the Dragon Pearl, and find a way to obtain the Dragon Clan's cultivation techniques."

"Then I can transform into a real dragon and infiltrate the Dragon Palace."

"I have never been to the sea in my life, let alone seen the Dragon Palace of the East Sea."

"The fact that the Dragon Clan can inspire such fear in both Buddhism and Taoism suggests that its foundation must be incredibly profound."

"With the body of a true dragon, entering the Dragon Palace of the East Sea will surely allow me to glimpse the deeper secrets of this world, obtain more resources, and thus maintain rapid progress even after entering the Immortal Realm."

Wu Tian held the woman in his arms, but his thoughts were already wandering.

"The dragon race is an enemy to Buddhism and Taoism, but it may not be so to me."

"Racial conflict means nothing to me."

"If I transform into a dragon, I will be a true dragon, no different from a real dragon."

"The most important thing is to climb to the top as quickly as possible."

“Buddha… one day, I will completely sever you from the golden lotus, causing your path to collapse and your body and soul to perish.”

"To avenge the murder of my son and my own life."

He had kept this hatred buried deep in his heart and had never spoken of it in the past few years, but he dared not forget it for even a day.

On that day at Broken Dragon Cliff, he felt utterly desperate and powerless.

Only then, by using the bloodline characteristics of the Sun-Devouring Celestial Dog, could he revive his own son, be betrayed by everyone, barely escape with his life, and become a yellow-skinned wild dog.

Over the years, he has grown from a stray dog ​​to who he is today, driven by hatred. Sooner or later, he will devour that great sun and make that manipulative being his meal.

"Just wait and see..."

Wu Tian slowly composed himself, glanced at the delicate beauty beside him, and then rolled over and pressed down on her.

"My dear Nanxi, I miss you again..."

Lu Nanxi suddenly grabbed him with both hands and said as if in a daze, "You...you wait a moment."

Wu Tian wasn't about to stop. "My darling, what's wrong? Don't you miss me?"

Lu Nanxi's face suddenly turned blood red. "I...I want that little troublemaker."

Wu Tian was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized what he meant and couldn't help but be overjoyed: "I never expected my little wife to have such a fetish. I must satisfy you."

Lu Nanxi was so embarrassed that she buried her head in the blanket. "It's all your fault, it's all your fault. Please don't say anymore, I don't want to..."

Wu Tian laughed heartily: "That's not up to you."

As he spoke, he had already switched bloodlines, transforming into the body of the Fiend, only about five feet long, and had concealed all his flames, looking like a wild dog with crimson fur all over its body.

"Wang Wang Wang..."

He pounced on it.

...(End of chapter)