Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

Two disciples quickly stepped forward and helped Master Dawei up again.

This time, Zen Master Dawei did not struggle. He just stared intently at Zen Master Dajue, a twisted smile spreading across his face.

"Senior brother...you also know...the Lu family is courting death, right? Hahaha...Although we were defeated, we were able to live to see the Lu family's demise...it was worth it...worth it..."

The Great Awakening Zen Master's eyelids twitched, but he did not respond; he simply waved his hand.

The Great Master Dawei was carried away, but his hoarse, frantic whispers still echoed in the dilapidated temple.

The Great Enlightenment Zen Master stood still and slowly looked around.

Collapsed temples, shattered Buddha statues, dead and wounded disciples, billowing smoke and dust...

His heart was filled with coldness.

Whatever happens to the Lu family in the future is no longer relevant to the Longxiang Temple. They have been expelled from the Southern Frontier and have become homeless dogs.

Even the patriarch was killed and perished on the spot.

The Great Master closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had restrained all his emotions, and his voice was hoarse but firm as he gave the order.

"All disciples who are still able to move, begin packing immediately. Scriptures, books, magical artifacts, elixirs, ancestral tablets... everything that can be taken, leave nothing behind! The entire group must be evacuated within three days!"

“This place… is no longer the pure land of my Longxiang Temple.”

……

Soon, news that Longxiang Temple had been forced to evacuate from southern Xinjiang spread like wildfire across the entire region.

Before the three-day deadline had passed, the remaining monks of Longxiang Temple began to pack up their tattered belongings. They packed the scriptures, ritual implements, elixirs, and the ancestral tablets of past masters that they could still take into their magic treasures, and left in sorrow under the watchful eyes of many powerful forces.

"Lu Ding, the Grand Commander of the Lu family, along with Bai Fengxian, the newly promoted Loose Immortal of the Bai family, Lady Zhurong, and Bai Youhuan, the patriarch of the Bai family, have razed the gate of Longxiang Temple to the ground!"

"The Vajra Venerable of Longxiang Temple cultivated the Dragon Elephant Golden Body, but was killed on the spot, his body and soul destroyed!"

"The Great Master Dawei was forced to kneel down and admit his mistake in public, and the thousand-year-old heritage and dignity of Longxiang Temple were swept away in an instant!"

These news spread like wildfire, quickly reaching all corners of the land.

All factions in the Southern Frontier, whether friendly with the Lu family or secretly hostile, are now forced to reassess the Wuling Lu family.

In an instant, the Lu family's prestige soared to its peak.

The Vulcan Palace, the demon race of the Ten Thousand Mountains, the dragon race of Tonghai County... all turned their attention to Wuling County and the Lu family.

……

While the Longxiang Temple incident was causing a stir in the southern border region, in Tonghai County, the temporary Dragon Palace, converted from the Li family's ancestral home, remained a scene of extravagance and debauchery.

At this moment, Prince Moang was lying on his back in the Jade Pool in the palace, his eyes slightly closed, looking languid.

He was tall and robust, with smooth and explosive muscle lines, and his pale golden skin shone with a jade-like luster under the reflection of the liquid.

The pair of crystal-clear, jade-like dragon horns on either side of its forehead glowed slightly, and a thick, powerful, pale golden dragon tail extended from the pool, casually draped over the edge. Each scale on the dragon tail was like a piece of gold and jade, and with a gentle sway, it caused the water vapor in the hall to ripple, and faint sounds of wind and thunder could be heard.

He was surrounded by dozens of women.

These women were all beautiful, with exquisite figures and different temperaments, but without exception, they were all carefully selected beauties.

These women were mostly young ladies and wives of the Li family, but also included beauties presented by other families in the county town.

More than two months have passed, and the women in the palace have changed four or five times. The dragon is lustful, and Prince Moang is a demon saint with a body as powerful as the sun. Ordinary women simply cannot withstand his sexual exploitation, and often their essence is exhausted after one night, and they die.

But the Li family dared not complain; instead, they worked even harder to find beauties in order to win the favor of the crown prince.

The hall was filled with decadent music, a cacophony of giggles, panting breaths, and the clinking of cups, all of which led one to depravity and depravity.

Just then, steady footsteps sounded outside the hall.

Clad in heavy black armor, Prince Gui stopped outside the palace gate and bowed, saying, "Your Highness, Prince Gui requests an audience."

The lewd sounds inside the hall subsided slightly.

Moang slowly opened his eyes, golden light swirling in his dragon eyes, carrying a hint of displeasure at being disturbed.

"Enter."

Gui Qiansui pushed open the door and entered, his eyes fixed straight ahead. He walked directly to a spot three zhang away from the Jade Pool and knelt on one knee.

"Your Highness, there is now definite news regarding the Longxiang Temple matter."

"Oh?" Moang became interested, waved for the woman in his arms to step back, and sat up straight. "Tell me about it."

The women by the pool wisely stepped aside, stood with their heads bowed, and dared not utter a sound.

Gui Qiansui said in a deep voice: "Three days ago, Lu Ding, the Grand Commander of the Lu family, together with Bai Fengxian, the newly promoted Loose Immortal of the Bai family, Lady Zhurong, and Bai Youhuan, the patriarch of the Bai family, stepped into the gate of Longxiang Temple."

"Even with the combined efforts of the five abbots of Longxiang Temple and the activation of the Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon Forbidden Technique, they were still no match. Lu Ding, single-handedly, killed three abbots—Da Yong, Da De, and Da Zhi—and severely injured Da Wei."

"The Vajra Venerable of Longxiang Temple used his Dragon Elephant Golden Body to fight, but was restrained by Bai Fengxian and Lady Zhurong. Lu Ding broke his golden body with a strange supernatural power, and the three of them worked together to destroy his golden body on the spot."

"In the end, Lu Ding forced Zen Master Dawei to kneel down and admit his mistake in public, and ordered Longxiang Temple to withdraw from the southern border within three days and never set foot there again."

He finished speaking in one breath, and the hall fell silent.

Although the women had their heads down, they were all listening intently, deeply shocked.

Longxiang Temple... that was an ancient Buddhist temple with a history of over a thousand years, and it was just leveled by the Lu family like that?

After listening, Prince Moang remained silent for a moment, then a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"Heh...it's interesting."

He reached out and took the wine glass from the woman next to him, gently swirling the turquoise liquid inside.

"That Lu Ding... is the kid you mentioned before, the one with the bloodline of Kuafu?"

“Exactly.” Gui Qiansui nodded. “This boy has awakened the bloodline of Kuafu and condensed the divine and demonic totem. His combat power far surpasses that of his peers. The Tianhe Sword Sect was suppressed by him alone in Bihua Mountain.”

A glint of light flashed in Moang's eyes.

"The bloodline of Kuafu... is quite rare among the descendants of the Sun-Chasing Giants."

"but……"

His tone suddenly turned cold, and a cold glint flashed in his dragon eyes.

"A mere ant, not even a Loose Immortal, has managed to obtain some fortuitous opportunities and dares to presume to call upon all sides in the Southern Frontier to join forces and expel my Dragon Clan. Does he really think he's someone important?"

Moang chuckled and tilted his head back to drink the wine in his cup in one gulp.

"They're utterly courting death, incredibly audacious!"

He put down his wine glass, and the dragon's tail slammed heavily into the pool, splashing up a large spray of water.

"Your Highness is quite right, but will the Azure Heaven Lord not interfere at that time?" Turtle Thousand Years' expression became more solemn when the Azure Heaven Lord was mentioned.

"What are you afraid of?" Moang interrupted him, his dragon eyes full of disdain.

"I have already sent a message to the Dragon Palace, and my uncles will remind her what she should and shouldn't interfere with."

He paused, a ferocious and domineering smile spreading across his face.

"As long as the Tianhe Sword Sect is not completely wiped out, she will never dare to interfere again."

Upon hearing this, Turtle Thousand Years felt somewhat relieved.

"What about Lu Ding..."

“Lu Ding?” Mo Ang snorted coldly.

"The bloodline of Kuafu only counts when it matures. He's not even a Loose Immortal yet. In my eyes, what difference is there between him and an ant?"

He leaned back against the poolside, letting two women come forward to massage his shoulders.

"Our occupation of Tonghai County was originally a test. The human race and the Buddhist and Taoist sects are planning something big and have no time to spare, which is why we had the opportunity to come ashore."

“But we can’t go too far. If we continue to expand inland, it might provoke a strong backlash.” Mo Ang’s eyes flashed with golden light. “Tonghai County is already the limit. If the Lu family knows what’s good for them and doesn’t provoke me, I won’t bother with them.”

"But if they're courting death and dare to break into Tonghai County..."

He slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers loosely clenched.

The temperature inside the hall plummeted, water vapor condensed into ice crystals, and the women shivered.

"Then, this prince wouldn't mind... crushing them all to death."

"A bunch of ants dare to be enemies of the Dragon Palace."

As soon as he finished speaking, his five fingers tightened suddenly.

"Crack!"

A jade table in the hall shattered instantly, turning into dust.

Prince Gui bowed deeply: "Your subject understands."

"Go." Mo Ang waved his hand and closed his eyes again. "Keep a close eye on the Tianhe Sword Sect and that Lu Ding. Report back immediately if there are any unusual movements."

"Yes!"

Gui Qiansui bowed and withdrew.

The palace doors closed, and the decadent music resumed.

Prince Moang embraced the trembling girl beside him, a cruel and playful glint in his dragon eyes.

"Little beauty, come and serve this prince..."

……

Wuling County, the ancestral home of the Lu family.

Inside the Moon-Viewing Pavilion, Wu Tian, ​​Bai Fengxian, Lady Zhurong, and Bai Youhuan sat facing each other.

Two days had passed since the incident at Longxiang Temple. After finishing their current tasks, the four of them gathered again to discuss how to proceed.

A light drizzle fell outside the pavilion, the raindrops sliding down the dark tiles and forming a glistening curtain of water under the eaves. Inside, a copper kettle boiled on a small red clay stove, the aroma of tea wafting through the air, mingling with the dampness outside to create a tranquil and elegant atmosphere.

“The Longxiang Temple has begun its evacuation, causing shockwaves across the Southern Frontier.” Wu Tian picked up the copper kettle and poured hot tea for the three of them, his voice calm. “Next, it will be the Dragon Clan’s turn.”

Bai Youhuan picked up the teacup, gently blew on the tea foam, and deep wrinkles on his aged face reflected his worry.

"The Dragon Clan... that Third Prince Moang is not someone to be trifled with."

She paused, looked at Wu Tian, ​​and said in a heavy tone:

"Although I have never fought him, the reputation of the Third Prince of the East Sea Dragon Palace is well-known. He is a true dragon with pure bloodline and a demon saint. He was able to fight against a true immortal hundreds of years ago, and his combat power is extremely strong."

"Even if the four of us join forces..."

Bai Youhuan shook his head and sighed:
"I'm afraid even that wouldn't be enough to stop one of his claws."

Lady Zhurong's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the rim of the cup.

After she reconstructed her true form, her appearance became even more beautiful, but her temperament became even more profound. Today, she wore a dark red palace dress embroidered with gold phoenix patterns, with a black gauze shawl over it. Her black hair was tied up high, with a red gold hairpin inserted in it, and the red jade ornament on her forehead gleamed warmly in the tea smoke.

“Old Ancestor Bai is right.” She spoke slowly, her voice carrying a hint of solemnity, “The gap between a True Dragon Demon Saint and a Loose Immortal is like an insurmountable chasm. It’s not a matter of how much magic power or how strong the supernatural abilities are, but a fundamental difference in the level of life.”

"We, the scattered immortals, have already transcended the mortal realm and condensed our Dharma forms. Those who can reach the realm of true immortals are all powerful individuals who have brought their own Great Dao to its extreme and are able to create blessed lands."

“Lu Ding, this matter… requires further consideration.”

Wu Tian remained expressionless, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and glanced at the three faces.

"The three of you need not worry too much."

He put down his teacup, his voice still calm: "I am well aware of the power of the Dragon Clan. That Third Prince Moang is certainly not an opponent that we can currently confront head-on."

"but……"

He abruptly changed the subject, a profound glint in his eyes.

"Since I dare to declare that I will expel the dragon race, I must have something to rely on."

Bai Youhuan and Lady Zhurong exchanged a glance, both seeing doubt in each other's eyes.

Wu Tian stopped explaining and looked at Bai Fengxian beside him, saying gently, "Fengxian and I need to go into seclusion for a while."

"We'll figure things out once we're out of the pass."

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the pavilion subtly changed.

A thoughtful look flashed in Bai Youhuan's eyes. She had already guessed about the relationship between Wu Tian and Bai Fengxian, and now that she heard Wu Tian say this, she was even more certain.

There must be other secrets between these two people.

Lady Zhurong felt a complex mix of emotions, a feeling that was hard to describe welling up inside her.

She and Wu Tian had shared intimate moments and cultivated together. Although they weren't deeply in love, there were still some special feelings between them. Seeing Wu Tian's trust and reliance on Bai Fengxian, she couldn't help but feel a little jealous.

Her gaze swept over Bai Fengxian's aloof and stunningly beautiful face, then she looked at Wu Tian and thought to herself, "This man is far too good to her... He just casually gives her the chance to become an immortal."

"Perhaps this woman will continue to make rapid progress, which is why he is so confident?"

The more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed. She became increasingly curious about the divine object that Wu Tian had given to Bai Fengxian, and even felt a little envious.

Bai Fengxian felt the gazes of Lady Zhurong and Bai Youhuan, but she didn't care. She remained aloof and only nodded slightly to Wu Tian.

"Everything is up to the Grand Commander to decide." Her voice was clear and crisp, like jade striking each other.

Bai Youhuan snapped out of her daze, suppressed her thoughts, and nodded with a smile.

"In that case, I will not ask any further questions. Grand Commander Lu has his own methods of doing things."

She paused, looked at Bai Fengxian, and her tone softened:
“Fengxian, now that you have achieved the status of a Loose Immortal, you are the pillar of my Bai family. If you have any needs in your cultivation, the family will do its utmost to support you.”

Bai Fengxian raised her eyelids, her emerald eyes calmly looking at Bai Youhuan.

"Thank you, ancestor."

She hesitated for a moment, then spoke:

“Fengxian does indeed have a request.”

"Speak freely," Bai Youhuan said with a smile.

"Fengxian hopes... that the family can give me all the remaining Wind-Fixing Pearls in their inventory."

Bai Fengxian's voice was cold and clear, "I plan to refine a Dao artifact that suits me."

Bai Youhuan was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

"A Dao artifact?" She was somewhat surprised. "There are several Dao artifacts in the family treasury that are perfectly compatible with the bloodline of the Feng Mother of my Bai family. If you need them, you can take them and refine them for use. Why bother to refine them yourself?"

Bai Fengxian shook her head.

"Thank you for your kindness, Ancestor, but Fengxian... has her own plans."

Her tone was calm, yet it conveyed an unwavering determination.

Bai Youhuan pondered for a moment, knowing that there might be secrets she didn't know. After thinking it over again and again, she slowly nodded.

"Very well. Since you've made up your mind, I'll naturally support you."

She paused for a moment and said, "In that case, I will return to the clan and personally go to the treasury to take inventory and retrieve all the Wind-Fixing Pearls in stock. Then we will see which ones are suitable for you."

Bai Fengxian stood up and bowed slightly to Bai Youhuan.

"Thank you for your kindness, Ancestor." (End of Chapter)