Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

The Bai family, Fuyou Palace, is the residence of the Bai family patriarch.

At this moment, seated in the main seat within the palace was Bai Youhuan, the patriarch of the Bai family who had forcibly broken through his cultivation barrier due to the dramatic changes in the family and temporarily taken charge of the overall situation.

She had lived for countless years; her body was withered and hunched, wrapped in an unusually large robe that seemed to bury her entirely.

Her face was covered with deep wrinkles, and her eyes were sunken, as if shrouded in a nebulous mist that would never dissipate. Her sparse, snow-white hair hung dryly beside her cheeks.

Her breath was weak and faint, like a candle flickering in the wind.

To the left and right of him sat three women of extraordinary bearing, who were the three most powerful palace masters of the Bai family.

The Bai family has three palaces: Taiyin, Wangshu, and Xuanji. These palaces are equivalent to the successors of the family head, just like princes in mortal dynasties. If the family head is in trouble, one of them will take over as the family head and wield great power.

However, none of the three palace masters can subdue the others now, and the situation in the southern border is chaotic. Therefore, after deliberation, the three palace masters chose to let the ancestor come out of seclusion and take charge of the overall situation.

The Palace Master of Taiyin was reporting softly, her voice gentle yet each word clear: "...In the past half month, Longxiang Temple has intensified its efforts, constantly expanding its influence in Kunming and causing several clashes with the Zhurong Clan."

"Both sides suffered losses, and the anger grew increasingly intense."

"As for Lady Zhurong, there is still no definite news from the Lu family. Elder Zhurongba went to the Lu family the day before yesterday, but it is said that he was not even able to enter the door."

"There are many different opinions about what exactly happened, but the Zhu Rong clan is already in a state of panic, and the voices accusing the Lu family of detaining their wife are getting louder and louder."

She frowned slightly and continued, "The Lu family itself has remained silent."

"Aside from the time when he was suspected of intervening in the suppression of Zhu Rongba, Grand Commander Lu Ding has not made any public appearances since. The Lu family's ancestral home in Wuling County is tightly closed, and all unnecessary visits are refused."

"The Lu family is now powerless to control the Longxiang Temple, nor can they appease the Zhurong clan. The so-called alliance is already crumbling before it has even taken shape. We previously promised to stand with the Lu family through thick and thin, but now..."

The Lord of Wangshu Palace snorted coldly, interrupting the Lord of Taiyin Palace. His voice was clear but carried a metallic coldness: "Ancestor, Lord of Xuanji Palace, in my opinion, this Lu Ding is probably all show and no substance."

"At the banquet, perhaps it was through Lady Zhurong's methods that we were able to intimidate everyone."

"Now that we can't even stabilize our own allies in the face of the Dragon Elephant Temple, how can we lead the people of Southern Xinjiang to fight against the Dragon Clan? If we still tie our family's fate to the Lu family at this time, wouldn't we be courting death?"

"It would be better to make plans early, consolidate our forces, and wait and see."

The Lord of Taiyin Palace remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking, his voice as clear and calm as ice beads falling onto a jade plate: "Lu Ding is a man who cannot be judged by ordinary standards."

"I witnessed this person's abilities firsthand at the Lu family banquet that day; they were truly unfathomable and could not be faked."

The image of the towering golden pillar and Lu Ding's calm, deep eyes flashed through her mind. "Since our Bai family has already agreed to join forces, we must not go back on our word. However, since the Lu family is taking the lead, our Bai family does not need to be too proactive."

"Let's see what happens next. After all, there are still two and a half months until the agreed-upon date for the siege of the dragons. Why rush to break the agreement?"

Bai Youhuan, who sat upright in the main seat, kept his gray-white eyes slightly closed, as if he were asleep.

Seeing that the Palace Master Xuanji remained silent, and the other two Palace Masters had already expressed their opinions, she slowly lifted her eyelids and glanced at the three of them.

"The Bai family's primary goal is survival..." Her voice was dry and hoarse, and she spoke slowly. "Neither the Longxiang Temple nor the Dragon Clan poses a significant threat to the Bai family right now."

"We are the ones who should be worried."

Her eyes turned to the Lord of Taiyin Palace, "A being who can cultivate the Kuafu Totem is definitely not a simple person."

"The reason I agreed to join forces with the Lu family to drive out the dragons was precisely because of the Kuafu bloodline in that Lu family's Grand Commander. Even just forming a good relationship is worthwhile."

"We must not neglect our duties to the Lu family. We can continue to prepare for the agreed-upon matters, but we should slow down the pace and reduce our investment."

"The core members of the family must not get involved."

"You will be in charge of this matter personally."

The Lord of Taiyin Palace replied, "Yes, Ancestor."

She then looked at the Lord of Wangshu Palace: "Lord Wangshu, we need to hurry up and select some promising talents from the clan during this period. See if there are any talents who can become immortals. The future of the clan still depends on those young people."

"I can't hold on for many more years..."

The Palace Master of Wangshu remained silent. The most important reason why the three Palace Masters chose to awaken the Ancestor was that none of them had any hope of breaking through to the Loose Immortal realm.

Originally, Bai Wenxian could have supported the family for at least several hundred years, giving them ample time to slowly discover and nurture future generations.

But the changes have happened so suddenly that it's a pipe dream to cultivate a rogue immortal in such a short time.

"Ancestor, I will do my best."

Bai Youhuan sighed and looked at the Xuanji Palace Master, "Xuanji Palace has been keeping a close eye on the Zhu Rong Clan and Longxiang Temple lately. Buddhist people have always been troublesome, and the Zhu Rong Clan borders our Bai family. We will run into Buddhist people sooner or later."

“Xuanji obeys,” the Xuanji Palace Master replied.

Bai Youhuan looked around at everyone and said, "Next, we will wait and see. If the Lu family really has swift and decisive measures to stabilize the Zhu Rong clan, severely defeat the Longxiang Temple, and demonstrate the true ability and courage to unify the Southern Xinjiang people and lead this war, it will not be too late for my Bai family to increase our investment depending on the situation."

"If he is truly a hopeless case, my Bai family only needs to maintain appearances and prioritize preserving our family's strength and avoiding risks. In the chaos of the Southern Frontier, my Bai family should prioritize self-preservation and building up our strength."

"I will obey the orders of our ancestors!"

The three palace masters straightened up, stood up, and bowed to accept the order.

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Amidst turmoil and rampant rumors, doubts and ridicule flooded the Lu family of Wuling County.

However, an unusual tranquility prevailed deep within the Lu family's ancestral home.

The Jade Warm Pavilion is bathed in the glow of the setting sun all day long.

The aura of Lady Zhurong within the pavilion changed day by day, growing stronger and more vigorous with each passing day.

Wu Tian secretly observed her several times with his Golden Eyes of Reflection and discovered that Lady Zhurong's body underwent very obvious changes almost every day, growing from an infant to a young woman of sixteen before stopping.

Now, more than two months have passed, and Lady Zhurong is no longer the mature and beautiful woman she once was. Instead, she has transformed into a pure and lovely young girl with fair skin, a delicate face, a graceful figure, and the flame mark between her eyebrows has disappeared.

That was the price she paid to reshape her true form. After becoming a wandering immortal, every member of the Zhurong clan had such an opportunity for rebirth, but only once.

At this moment, Lady Zhurong was dressed in red, and her originally fiery red hair had turned black, making her look like a girl next door.

But above her head, a fist-sized jewel hung high, radiating crimson light, and was surrounded by a fiery phoenix, creating a magnificent spectacle.

On this day, night had fallen, the moon was hidden and the stars were few, and a cold wind began to rise.

Without warning, the rosy light above Lady Zhurong's head suddenly contracted inward, and then a pillar of fire burst through the barrier from the top of the pavilion, shooting straight into the sky and illuminating the night sky for hundreds of miles around in crimson, as if it were daytime. "Screech!!"

The clear, resonant, and piercing cry of the phoenix echoed throughout heaven and earth.

A phoenix, its entire body composed of pure golden flames, with every feather clearly defined and flowing with ancient incantations, soared gracefully around the pillar of fire, scattering a shower of golden light.

This strange phenomenon instantly enveloped the entire ancestral land of the Lu family and swept towards the distant Wuling County City, awakening countless ordinary people and shaking the minds of many cultivators.

"With such an aura, could it be that the Grand Commander of the Lu family is about to break through to the Loose Immortal realm?"

Almost as soon as Lu Nanxi and the rest of the Lu family were drawn to this earth-shattering phenomenon and looked toward the Jade Warm Pavilion.

"Woo-buzz-"

A sudden change occurred in the direction of Tingzhuxuan.

A madman appeared out of nowhere without warning, instantly forming a terrifying tornado storm with a diameter of over a thousand miles, centered on Tingzhu Pavilion.

This tornado churned up the clouds and tore at the essence of heaven and earth, emitting a deep roar like the howl of billions of giant beasts.

Above the night sky, thick leaden clouds were brutally torn apart and pushed aside by an invisible force, revealing a clear and deep starry sky.

The bright moon in the sky seemed to be swallowed up by the storm, and moonlight fell from the sky like a waterfall.

The moonlight and the storm intertwined, creating a strange scene where the moon and the wind shone together, both violent and sacred.

The moonlight was like the Milky Way hanging upside down from the heavens, rushing endlessly!
The gale roared like ancient gods and demons, tearing through the sky!

Above Tingzhu Pavilion, countless dense wind-elemental incantations, like a galaxy awakening from slumber, emerged from nothingness and began to surge and flow wildly.

These incantations are constantly combining, splitting, sublimating, and colliding automatically. Each change triggers a resonance with the laws of wind between heaven and earth, emitting a grand and profound Daoist sound. This sound is initially subtle, but quickly becomes magnificent, as if countless deities are chanting the true meaning of wind in unison.

Even more astonishing is that these incantations began to evolve into specific and minute forms, corresponding to the Beginning of Spring, Rain Water, Awakening of Insects... all the way to the Autumn Equinox.

The sixteen wind phenomena appear in turn, cycling endlessly, sometimes as gentle as a spring breeze and rain, silently nourishing all things; sometimes as swift as a summer thunderclap, a flash of lightning; sometimes as desolate as an autumn wind sweeping away leaves, causing all things to wither...

Finally, at the moment when the resonance and evolution of the wind, the moon, and the incantation reached its peak and most intense.

All the magnificent phenomena, all the flowing incantations, along with the vast and endless moonlight and gale, collapsed inward with a roar, converging into the Wind God's Magic Pearl above Wu Tian's head inside the Listening Bamboo Pavilion.

"Qiang!!"

A sword's cry, clearer and purer than the phoenix's cry, seemed to sever cause and effect, destiny, and the cycle of life and death, resounding without hindrance deep into the souls of every living being within a thousand miles.

A deity dressed in a blue imperial robe and wearing a Taiyin crown manifested, while sixteen different shapes of blue-green sword light bloomed behind her like feathers.

Each blade of light seemed to be forged from moonlight, covered with dense incantations that intertwined to create different wind patterns.

The sixteen wind elements intertwined with the moonlight to form sixteen Taiyin Wind Elements Blades.

The moment this image appeared, it formed a profound and close connection with the wind and moon in the world.

Vast and boundless, it blends the tranquility and loftiness of the moon with the unpredictable and unrestrained nature of the wind, sweeping outwards like a tsunami.

Ding! System notification: Your cultivation of the sixteenth level of the "Twenty-Four Phases of the Wind Mother Blade" has been completed. Your Wind Mother bloodline has undergone a transformation. Your bloodline, along with the Dharma Beads and supernatural powers, has merged to form the Dharma Form of the Wind Mother. Please check the details yourself.

The Dharma Form of the Wind Mother, with three thousand years of cultivation, is a celestial Dharma Form that embodies the bloodline of the Wind Mother and carries the principles of wind and yin. It can exist independently of the true body. The Dharma Form has a lifespan of three thousand years, interwoven with the principles of heaven and earth. Its immortal light is inextinguishable, and its Dharma Form is indestructible.

The image of the Wind Mother, suspended between heaven and earth, slowly opened its eyes.

Wu Tian felt as if the world had been completely overturned before his eyes. All things shed their appearances and revealed countless dense incantations. Heaven and earth, mountains and rivers, wind and rain, thunder and lightning, all the natural phenomena, everything was transformed into incantations.

He lowered his eyes and looked at his hands.

These hands are as white as jade, with a warm luster, and are woven from endless, fine silver and turquoise runes.

This body is the manifestation of the principles of love and lust, a form woven from countless incantations and celestial light.

The Dharma image was shrouded in celestial light, with countless tiny incantations appearing and disappearing, a gentle breeze swirling around it, and a bright moon halo rippling around it.

The celestial light is untouched by dust, its pure radiance shining forth naturally.

With a slight thought, Wu Tian clenched his fist, and the billions of incantations on his arm instantly shone brightly, generating a tremendous power.

As he released his hand, the radiance faded, and the incantation resumed its leisurely flow. The hand remained slender and perfect, as if the power that had just been able to crush mountains was merely an illusion.

"Is this what immortality is?!"

At this moment, he seemed to finally understand why those below the level of Loose Immortal, even those with the cultivation of the Primordial Spirit, were only called True Persons and were still human.

Only after becoming a wandering immortal can one be called an immortal.

From that moment on, he transcended the mundane and was no longer human.

Although it manifested a human form, in terms of its essential life essence, it no longer showed any human characteristics.

A wandering immortal, a true immortal, is not one with a mortal body, but rather a manifestation of Dharma.

The character "仙" in "散仙" (sanxian) comes from the concept of Dharma.

The Dharma Form is the foundation of the Daoist practice of the Immortals and the source of their great power.

"Cultivators of the Primordial Spirit Path who wish to condense their Dharma Body must establish a Daoist temple in famous mountains and rivers, constantly harmonize with the heavens and earth through their own supernatural powers, and use the power of heaven and earth to cleanse their Primordial Spirit. Only after decades of time can they hope to achieve this."

"But the bloodline of aristocratic families directly relies on the bloodline. It is as if there is a natural Taoist temple and the laws of heaven and earth within the bloodline, which cleanses the body and spirit, thereby breaking free from the restrictions of famous mountains and rivers and achieving a breakthrough in one fell swoop."

Wu Tian increasingly felt that the cultivation methods of bloodline families were very strange.

Even the disciples of Taiqing, Kunlun, and Buddhism would vie for famous mountains and rivers; the demon race would have to go through countless life-or-death experiences to break through to the Demon Saint realm, their inner core soaring straight to the heavens, and they would die if they failed.

But is it really reasonable that disciples of these bloodline families can easily break through to the Loose Immortal realm as long as their bloodline concentration is sufficient?
Wu Tian waved his hand gently, and the layer of azure-silver immortal light around him cascaded down, gathering all the strange phenomena around him. The storm dissipated, and the moonlight vanished.

Inside Tingzhu Pavilion, the Dharma Image of the Wind Mother transformed into a gust of wind, gently landing in the room, its form solidifying.

On the bed opposite her, a man sat cross-legged, a golden divine mark between his brows radiating light.

"I have become an immortal!" (End of Chapter)