Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

Bai Youhuan smiled and helped her up.

"Silly child, you are the future pillar of my Bai family, and the family resources should naturally be tilted towards you. I only hope that you will achieve great success in your cultivation in the future, so that you can protect the family and bring glory to our family."

"Fengxian will certainly live up to your expectations," Bai Fengxian said solemnly.

Bai Youhuan nodded, gave a few more instructions on cultivation precautions, and left without lingering at the Lu family's residence.

Bai Fengxian carried the jade box back to the quiet room.

Wu Tian had also woken up from his meditation, and he learned about everything Bai Fengxian had experienced immediately.

A smile flashed in his eyes as he looked at the jade box in her hand.

"The Bai family is indeed willing to spend, but with this, there is hope for the path to True Immortality."

"Once one cultivates to become a true immortal, one will be able to obtain the authority over the grotto-heaven opened up by the Primordial Goddess of the Moon."

"At that time, our strength will surely increase significantly,"

Bai Fengxian placed the jade box on her lap and said softly:

"This seclusion will probably last for quite some time, and the originally agreed-upon date of the March campaign against the dragon clan will likely be delayed."

“It’s alright, cultivation is the priority.” Wu Tian nodded, said no more, and closed his eyes to meditate again.

Bai Fengxian sat cross-legged on the futon and slowly unfurled the scroll of "The True Form of the Primordial Goddess of the Yin Wind"...

The scroll is no more than three feet long, and its material is neither silk nor paper. It feels cool to the touch like jade, yet it is as light as nothing.

The moment it was unfurled, all the light in the quiet room dimmed, as if all the light had been absorbed by the painting.

Immediately afterwards, a cool, lofty aura, as if flowing from ancient times, spread out.

The painting depicts no ordinary landscapes or figures, only a hazy, seemingly boundless blue sky.

Deep within the sky, the faint silhouette of a deity could be seen. The deity was tall and slender, his face obscured by the hazy glow of the sunset, except for his eyes, which were clear and cold like two bright moons. As his gaze shifted, it seemed as if countless winds were born and died within them.

The deity wore a twelve-layered, flowing cloud-patterned fairy dress, the hem of which stretched into the void, merging with the entire azure sky.

She stood barefoot in the void, beneath which was a slowly rotating 24-petaled blue lotus platform, each petal formed by countless intricate wind patterns.

Twenty-four wind ribbons of different shapes and colors spread out from the lotus platform like a peacock spreading its tail. Each wind ribbon represents a wind pattern and a solar term, encompassing all the wind patterns of heaven and earth.

Bai Fengxian stared intently at the painting, her eyes unblinking. She did not deliberately try to comprehend it, but simply immersed herself in it, letting her consciousness come into contact with and merge with the Daoist principles in the painting.

The illusory figure in the painting seemed to come alive, its bright moon-like eyes gazing at her, and a thought transcending time and space entered her mind.

"Wind is the breath of heaven and earth, the command of all things. The Taiyin Wind Mother holds the power of wind and moon, and wields the power of creation and death..."

"The wind has no fixed form, and the moon waxes and wanes. The moon governs all winds, and the winds influence the phases of the moon. When the twenty-four wind phases are complete, they can transform into the twenty-four solar terms, thus enacting the cycle of the four seasons and controlling the time order of this region..."

With this thought, the twenty-four wind ribbons in the painting lit up one by one, and the mystery of each wind ribbon was displayed in her heart in a direct way.

Inside the quiet room, the azure glow grew stronger and stronger, until it almost solidified, turning the entire room a deep azure.

Soon, a bluish-green glow enveloped her body, and countless incantations flowed and evolved, revealing the mysteries of the wind element.

……

For the next period of time, Wu Tianzhen did not remain in seclusion with Bai Fengxian at Tingzhuxuan.

Every night he would return to Qingyi Courtyard to cultivate with Lu Nanxi.

Whether it's the Kuafu bloodline or the Huodou bloodline, the progress after dual cultivation with Lu Nanxi will be accelerated.

To be honest, the reason he initially set his sights on Lu Nanxi and even tried to cultivate with her was because he discovered that her physique was very special and would be of great benefit to him.

Qingyi Courtyard, inner room.

The night was deep, and the candlelight flickered.

Lu Nanxi was wearing only a moon-white soft silk nightgown, the thin fabric outlining her slender and graceful figure.

She lay on her side on the large bed, her black hair scattered on the brocade pillow, her skin glowing with a warm, jade-like luster in the candlelight, her cheeks flushed with a faint blush, her eyes like water as she gazed at Wu Tian sitting by the bed.

"Why are you staring at me like that for no reason?"

The golden light in Wu Tian's pupils gradually faded, and he snapped out of his reverie, reaching out to gently stroke her cheek.

"Of course, it's because the beauty is like jade, and her looks are pleasing to the eye."

He leaned down and kissed her lips.

Lu Nanxi hummed in response, wrapped her arms around his neck, and took the initiative to respond.

After a brief moment of tenderness, Wu Tian's mind stirred, and he switched his bloodline.

The bloodline of Kuafu is temporarily hidden, while the bloodline of Huodou is activated.

"Mmm..." Lu Nanxi let out a soft moan, her body going limp.

The curtains swayed gently, and the candlelight flickered.

Time passes slowly.

An hour later, the two gradually calmed down, and Wu Tian switched back to the Kuafu bloodline.

Lu Nanxi was covered in fragrant sweat, her skin flushed pink, and she lay lazily on Wu Tian's chest, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the lines of his firm muscles.

"Husband...it seems my cultivation progress has improved again, it's so much faster than I can cultivate on my own." Her voice was hoarse with satisfaction.

Wu Tian held her close, feeling the surging Kuafu blood within his body. He also gained a lot; with each dual cultivation session, both the Kuafu bloodline and the Huodou bloodline improved.

"Well, at this rate, in another month, the third level of the 'Chasing the Sun and Treading on Light Sutra' will be completed."

"The bloodline of Huodou can also be honed to a deeper level."

"As the progress increases, the Golden Eyes of Reflection also gain a deeper and deeper insight into the past..."

His eyes were deep and unfathomable, with a faint golden light swirling within them. Comprehending the power of the past was crucial for the cultivation of the Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

After the Great Sage lifts his own star to the Ninth Heaven and transforms into an ancient star, he must also pursue the path of time, making himself increasingly ancient and powerful.

At a certain level, they can even rival the powerful Golden Immortals.

Lu Nanxi paused, then suddenly remembered something and hesitated before saying:
"By the way, my husband mentioned attacking the dragon clan three months later... Now more than half a month has passed, and there seems to be some gossip going around."

Wu Tian remained calm and said indifferently:

"Let them talk."

“The lesson of Longxiang Temple is still fresh in our minds, so no one dares to speak out openly. As for the ridicule behind my back, what can it do to me…” Lu Nanxi nodded, stopped asking questions, and buried her face in his chest again.

Wu Tian's eyes were deep and dark, with pale golden patterns flowing silently in the depths of his pupils. His Golden Eyes were already in motion without him even noticing, and his gaze, like the finest flowing water, gently yet irresistibly seeped into Lu Nanxi's unsuspecting body.

Skin, flesh, meridians, bones... the mysteries of the physical body that ordinary cultivators could hardly fathom were now laid bare before his eyes.

He could see that the Heavenly Golden Flame magic power cultivated within Lu Nanxi's body was slowly circulating along a specific route. Its purity was already top-notch among cultivators of the same level. The essence of heaven and earth was gradually merging into her magic power and flesh, nourishing her foundation.

But these were not his main concerns.

His gaze pierced through the surface of the physical body, ignoring the surging magical power and the blood in his body, and finally converged at the mysterious and profound sea of ​​consciousness between his eyebrows.

Within his brow and sea of ​​consciousness, a Dutian Dharma Pearl burned with golden flames, and various incantations permeated the air, revealing the mysteries of the "True Explanation of the Dutian Blazing Fire".

On the surface, Lu Nanxi's body appears perfectly normal, with no clues whatsoever.

However, as Wu Tian continuously consumed his magical power and pushed the power of his Golden Eyes to the limit, Lu Nanxi's sea of ​​consciousness between her brows gradually changed.

Under the gaze of the Golden Eyes, all the light of the Dharma seemed to be fading away, all colors disappeared, leaving only a deep darkness.

No, it's not pure darkness.

In that darkness that seemed to devour everything, there was an invisible and inaudible presence, pulsating with an ancient and indescribable rhythm, extremely slowly.

Each pulse is so subtle as to be almost imperceptible, and the intervals between them are as long as the breath of a star.

Wu Tian focused his mind, unleashing the power of his Golden Eyes of Reflection to its current limit. The incantations deep within his pupils suddenly shone brightly, and the imprints left from the past became increasingly clear.

That which was originally invisible and inaudible gradually revealed some of its true form in his eyes.

hum!
Wu Tian felt an intensely hot flame rise up before his eyes in an instant, and countless layers of extremely fine and complex chains of incantations wrapped around it, sealing a being that could not be looked at directly.

The chains were naturally covered with countless fine lines, as thin as mosquito legs, yet containing unfathomable Daoist principles. Each line shimmered with a cold luster, and the ends of the chains were deeply embedded in the dark void of the surrounding sea of ​​consciousness, as if they were extending from the depths of the void.

What truly shocked Wu Tian was...

Through the gaps in the heavy chains, he caught a faint glimpse of a fleeting image.

"Those are... the wings of some kind of divine bird?"

Through his golden eyes, he seemed to see a pair of fiery wings, their shape beautiful and fluid, each feather-like flame pattern clearly discernible, with tiny runes dancing along their edges.

Just as Wu Tian was trying to see more clearly, and even wanted to use the power of his Golden Eyes to lightly touch the incantation chains and explore more of their mysteries...

"Buzz!"

The incantation chains seemed to sense the excessive probing, and the incantation on their surface flashed extremely faintly.

boom!
Wu Tian felt as if his gaze had struck an invisible, indestructible wall, followed by an indescribable force of recoil that traveled back along his line of sight.

He groaned, the golden light in his eyes suddenly receded, his Golden Eyes of Reflection automatically stopped, a slight stinging pain came from between his brows, and his soul trembled slightly.

"Husband? What's wrong?" Lu Nanxi noticed his unusual behavior, looked up at him with concern and confusion in her eyes.

Wu Tian quickly suppressed his shock and turmoil, his face regained its composure, and he even showed a gentle smile as he reached out and ruffled her hair.

"It's nothing. It's probably because my cultivation progress has been too fast recently, causing my mind to be agitated."

He spoke casually and naturally, without revealing what he had just seen.

Lu Nanxi, unsuspecting, leaned back into his arms and muttered, "One should not be greedy for quick results in cultivation. Your cultivation progress is already too fast. Why be in such a hurry?"

"Okay, I understand." Wu Tian put his arm around her, but his gaze became incredibly deep.

Deep within Nanxi's sea of ​​consciousness, such an incredible object was sealed... What exactly were those fiery wings? Were they some kind of ancient divine bird, or... the reincarnation traces of some incredible being? Were those layers of seals self-protection, or external constraints imposed upon them?
Her unique physique makes dual cultivation incredibly effective; could this be the root of her condition?
This matter must not be made public; Nanxi must not know about it herself for now. The seal is powerful and sensitive; my probing has already triggered a reaction. If it is triggered rashly, the consequences will be unpredictable.

Countless thoughts raced through Wu Tian's mind in an instant, but he ultimately decided to bury the matter deep in his heart and observe it in secret.

"We'll wait until the Golden Eyes of Reflection advance further before we begin our spying."

He lowered his head and kissed Lu Nanxi's forehead, saying softly, "Go to sleep."

"Mmm." Lu Nanxi responded obediently, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Wu Tian, ​​however, was wide awake. He slowly circulated his cultivation technique to recover from the exhaustion he had just experienced, while continuing to ponder.

"The Golden Eyes of Reflection still need further improvement. Currently, it is only at the eleventh grade, and it already feels strenuous and repulsive when trying to glimpse such deeply hidden secrets. If it can be transformed into the twelfth grade and then awakened as a supernatural power, perhaps it will be able to see more clearly and be safer."

……

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.

On this day, strange phenomena occurred again in the quiet room.

The sixteen illusory wind figures behind Bai Fengxian suddenly trembled simultaneously, and then the seventeenth and eighteenth wind figures were born from nothingness.

A gentle breeze swept by, as cold as moonlight, and wherever it passed, the air temperature plummeted, condensing into fine frost flowers.

Eighteen wind phenomena appeared simultaneously, intertwining and resonating with each other, forming a three-zhang-diameter cyan wind ring in the quiet room, which slowly rotated.

With each rotation of the wind ring, Bai Fengxian's aura became more solid, and the radiance around her grew brighter.

Without stopping, Bai Fengxian took out a second Wind-Fixing Pearl of the Loose Immortal level.

An even more turbulent torrent of blood surged in.

Now that she is a Loose Immortal, her refining speed is even faster. In just half a month, she refined a Loose Immortal magic bead and completed the seventeenth and eighteenth levels of the "Wind Mother Twenty-Four Phases Blade" in one fell swoop.

The incantation on his body faded, and his whole being seemed to be carved from a piece of green jade, engraved with countless wind patterns, beautiful and mysterious.

The quiet room became almost entirely a world of wind.

The eighteen illusory wind forms sometimes roamed independently, and sometimes merged into one, evolving into all sorts of wondrous scenes: spring drizzle, summer thunder, autumn frost... as if a miniature world was born and then vanished in the wind.

Bai Fengxian sat upright in the center of the eye of the storm, her aura growing ever deeper.

Her skin was fair with a faint bluish-green glow, and her long hair moved without wind, each strand flowing with a subtle light. Tiny specks of bluish light fell from the ends of her hair, turning into tiny whirlwinds upon landing and dissipating.

Another half month has passed.

Late that night, strange phenomena suddenly occurred in the sky above the Lu family's ancestral home.

The night sky, which was originally clear with a bright moon and few stars, suddenly became stormy with wind and clouds.

It wasn't dark clouds, but rather azure-green clouds that gathered from all directions, forming a huge vortex above Tingzhu Pavilion.

At the center of the vortex, a bright moon slowly emerged, its moonlight cascading down like a waterfall, pouring directly into the quiet room through the roof.

Inside the quiet room, Bai Fengxian's body erupted with a surge of azure light, transforming into a pillar of light that shot skyward. (End of Chapter)