Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

Walk with the light!

His speed was so great that even the moonlight couldn't keep up with him. In the blink of an eye, he appeared above the pavilion.

Great Sun Divine Fist!

This time, he used all his strength.

High above, the Sun Star seemed to sense his call, and an enormous golden beam of sunlight descended, piercing through the eight heavens and ignoring all barriers of time and space, landing directly on him.

The great sun behind him suddenly expanded, expanded, and expanded again, instantly filling the entire sky and illuminating the entire Bright Moon Cave.

A punch landed!
The woman in red looked up.

She looked at the blazing sun descending from the sky, at the fist imprint that seemed capable of burning everything, her eyes remaining completely calm.

He simply swung his sword again.

Second knife!

This strike was even more intense than the first.

In the instant the blade flashed, the entire Bright Moon Cave seemed to be dyed red. It wasn't the red of blood, nor the red of the sunset, but a purer, more intense red.

That is pure Yang, born from Yin within the Way of Taiyin!

It is a miracle that defies the laws of Yin and Yang and subverts common sense!

Wherever the blade flashed, the void itself seemed to burn. Not ignited by the true fire of the sun, but by the intense, overwhelming blade intent.

boom!!!
It was another earth-shattering collision.

This time, the Golden Crow did not retreat.

He gritted his teeth and withstood the blow. But the golden light emanating from his body trembled violently, as if it would dissipate at any moment. A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

injured.

This is the first time he has been injured since he became a Great Sage.

"Excellent swordsmanship!"

Jinwu burst into loud laughter, the sound echoing throughout the entire Bright Moon Cave Heaven, "Again!"

The woman in red looked at him, a strange glint in her eyes.

"You're pretty good for taking two of my stabs."

She spoke softly, her voice languid yet clear, "But the third cut..."

She didn't finish speaking.

He simply raised his crescent-shaped scimitar once more.

This time, she was not casual.

She gripped the sword with both hands, her entire being becoming one with the blade. In that moment, she seemed no longer to be the languid woman drowning her sorrows in alcohol, but a sword god descended to earth, an unparalleled being wielding the power of the Taiyin.

The third cut!

The moment the sword was unleashed, the entire Bright Moon Cave fell silent.

The wind stopped, the water stilled, and the moonlight froze.

Between heaven and earth, only that single flash of sword light remained.

The glint of the blade was intense to the extreme.

It wasn't red, nor white, but a color that defied description. It was a color that completely enveloped the entire Bright Moon Cave, the entire lake, and the entire world.

At that moment, the entire cave was enveloped in an incomparably brilliant and magnificent crimson glow.

The flashing sword light, like a rosy cloud, engulfed the heavens and the earth.

The golden crow's pupils suddenly shrank to their maximum size.

He sensed the approach of death.

Without the slightest hesitation, he unleashed his fastest speed.

Walk with the light!

Time flies!
His figure transformed into thousands of golden rays in an instant, fleeing frantically in all directions. But the blade light was too fast, so fast that even light couldn't catch up, so fast that it even severed the order of time.

boom!!!
The blade grazed past his figure and struck a sacred mountain behind him.

That towering immortal mountain, thousands of feet high, turned to dust in an instant. It wasn't cleaved in two, nor shattered; it simply vanished into dust, disappearing into the world.

Jinwu staggered and steadied himself, his body covered in fine wounds, from which golden blood flowed and dripped into the lake water, making a sizzling sound.

He was panting heavily, his eyes filled with horror.

If that blade hadn't just grazed past, but had struck head-on...

He really is going to die.

This woman who has captured my heart possesses such an overwhelming and unparalleled will and superb swordsmanship!
Using the Way of the Bright Moon and the Great Yin, she gave birth to pure Yang from Yin, forging an unprecedented path. Her swordsmanship contained not only supernatural powers and magic, but also her Dao heart, her will, and her countless years of enlightenment and exploration.

Such talent, such aptitude, such understanding—truly admirable.

The golden crow raised its head and looked at the figure in the pavilion.

The woman in red stood with her sword sheathed.

After the third strike, the crescent-shaped blade in her hand slowly transformed into a handful of lake water, slipping through her fingers and falling into the lake, creating ripples.

The moonlight shone down, enveloping her entirely.

Her fiery red dress, her cascading black hair, and her jade-like skin shimmered faintly in the moonlight. She stood there quietly, gazing at the golden sun, but there was no joy in her eyes.

Only loneliness remains.

A deep sense of loneliness.

"So it really won't work in the end?"

She spoke softly to herself, her voice so low it was almost inaudible.

Then she turned around.

"That's enough, that's enough."

She took a step, about to leave.

Her fiery red dress swayed gently in the moonlight, and her cascading black hair fluttered slightly in the night breeze. Her silhouette was lonely and forlorn, as if she were about to be completely swallowed up by the intense darkness.

When Jinwu saw that figure, his heart tightened suddenly.

He could sense that if he let her go like this, he might never see her again in this lifetime.

In that instant, he forgot her terrifying strength, forgot the blade that had almost killed him, and forgot all his concerns.

He shouted at the figure that was about to disappear into the night:
"I still have supernatural powers to use, how dare you look down on me?!"

The sound echoed in the silent night, reaching the ears of the woman in red.

Her steps faltered slightly.

The moonlight shone on her, enveloping her in a cool glow. She stood there with her back to the sun, her feet on the lake, motionless for a long time.

After a long while, she finally let out a soft sigh.

The sigh was melancholic, tinged with the scent of alcohol and a touch of loneliness, drifting gently through the night.

It's not that I look down on you.

She spoke, her voice chilling, "In fact, during our exchange just now, I've already figured out your background and skill level."

"The Golden Crow bloodline is indeed extraordinary. The Great Sun Divine Fist is also truly domineering. The extreme speed of traveling with light is rare in the Three Realms."

"But you are only at the seventh level of heaven."

"There is still a long way to go before one reaches the perfect state of a Great Sage. Not to mention the path to becoming a Golden Immortal."

"If you were a Great Sage at the peak of the Ninth Heaven today, you might still have a chance to help me."

"What a pity, what a pity..."

Her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.

"Too late..."

Those last two words seemed to contain endless regret, endless sorrow, and endless despair.

Jinwu's heart skipped a beat.

In that instant, the Time-Traveling Divine Power within his body suddenly began to hum.

The buzzing sound was intense and rapid, as if sensing some extremely important intertwining of destinies. A strange feeling welled up within me—my every word and action at this moment seemed to concern me with some crucial future direction.

It concerns her.

It also concerns myself.

Jinwu took a deep breath, his eyes becoming incredibly intense.

He took a step forward, and the lake water beneath his feet exploded with a roar, turning into a cloud of mist. His figure stood tall like a pine tree in the moonlight, while behind him, the great sun slowly rotated, its flames soaring into the sky and illuminating all directions.

In his eyes, it seemed as if two great suns rose and fell, their golden light dazzling and their intensity as fiery.

"Words are useless."

His voice rang out clearly, echoing in the silent night, carrying an unwavering determination and domineering spirit.

"Why don't you give it a try, young lady?"

"Then you will know that what I said was true!"

The woman in red paused slightly.

She turned around.

The moonlight shone on her face, making her stunning beauty even clearer. Her phoenix eyes, no longer misty, were now clear and bright as water, gazing intently at the golden crow.

That gaze seemed to see right through his heart.

"I have one more knife."

She spoke, her voice soft, yet each word was clear and distinct, reaching the Golden Crow's ears.

"If you can't catch it when it's slashed..." She paused.

"will die."

Jinwu's heart skipped a beat.

He knew that what the other party said was absolutely true.

Judging from the supernatural powers and abilities the opponent just displayed, those three strikes powerful enough to burn the heavens and boil the seas, that supreme sword technique that generates yang from yin and reverses yin and yang, that intensely strong Dao heart and will...

The fact that she could say such things shows just how earth-shattering the next strike she was about to deliver was.

The golden crow paused for a moment.

He closed his eyes, his mind sinking into his body, sensing the pulsation of the Time-Traveling Divine Power. That unseen premonition grew stronger and stronger. This woman held his destiny, perhaps even influencing his future.

He opened his eyes.

His gaze was calm as still water, yet it contained boundless determination and resolve.

"It's alright."

He spoke, his voice calm, as if he were talking about something perfectly ordinary.

"Please make your move, young lady."

"If I can't stop them, it's because I'm not skilled enough. If I die, I die. I can't blame you, young lady."

The woman in red looked at him, a strange glint in her eyes.

She gazed at him silently for a long time.

The moonlight shone down, enveloping the two figures.

The lake shimmered, a gentle breeze carrying the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms. The entire Bright Moon Cave was tranquil and peaceful, as if the earth-shattering three strikes from before were merely an illusion.

for a long time.

The woman in red nodded slightly.

"Then you must survive."

She spoke, her voice still languid and clear, yet carrying a seriousness she had never shown before.

"If you die..."

She paused slightly, a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"I will have Silvermoon erect a monument for you."

Upon hearing this, Jinwu's lips twitched slightly.

This woman is truly confident to the extreme.

But a strong sense of curiosity also arose in his heart.

What kind of swordsmanship, what kind of supernatural power, could give her such invincible confidence? After witnessing her own Great Sun God Fist and the extreme speed of traveling with light, she could still so calmly say something like "kill yourself with one strike"?

The woman in red did not look at him again.

She turned slightly to look at the Silver Moon Fairy, who had been standing quietly on the small boat in the distance.

"Silver Moon".

She spoke, her voice calm yet carrying an undeniable authority.

"You go out first."

Upon hearing this, Fairy Silver Moon was slightly taken aback.

Then, a hint of undisguised surprise flashed in her eyes.

It should be noted that among the geniuses and overlords who were invited to Kunlun these days, most of them did not even get to see their masters.

As far as she knew, only three people had been seen by her master so far.

Jiang Shu.

Martial Virtue Star Lord.

And then there's the Pleiades Star Lord right before us.

Although that Martial Virtue Star Lord had some skill, he was neither qualified nor had the courage to ask his master to strike him with that sword.

As for Jiang Shu...

A deep sense of apprehension flashed in Fairy Silver Moon's eyes, as if she were thinking of something extremely terrifying. That apprehension even carried a hint of fear.

But she quickly suppressed her thoughts.

She bowed respectfully to the woman in red.

Then, she turned around and looked at the golden crow.

"Star Lord, you must be extremely careful."

Her voice was more serious than ever before, even carrying a hint of solemnity.

"If we can't withstand Master's strike..."

She paused.

"People can really die."

After saying that, she bowed again.

The etiquette was solemn and dignified, as if it were a final farewell.

Then, she gently rowed the wooden oars, steering the small boat slowly away on the shimmering lake.

The moonlight spilled down, enveloping her aloof figure. The small boat sailed further and further away, growing smaller and smaller, until finally disappearing from view in the moon's reflection on the water.

With the departure of Fairy Silver Moon, only two people remained in this grotto-heaven and on this lake.

A woman in red and a golden crow.

The two stood on the lake, a hundred feet apart, facing each other from afar.

The bright moon hangs high in the sky.

The entire cave was shrouded in a cool, clear light.

The lake surface was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the bright moon perfectly. The water and sky blended into one, making it impossible to distinguish where the sky ended and the water began.

The night was pitch black, and a slight breeze began to blow.

The wind, carrying a slight chill, rippled the calm surface of the lake. Ripples spread outwards in concentric circles, breaking the tranquil harmony between water and sky.

Ripples splashed and dampened the hem of the woman in red's dress.

Her red dress was soaked by the lake water, making the color appear even deeper and more intense. But she didn't care at all, simply standing quietly on the lake, letting the water splash on her skirt and letting the night wind tousle her hair.

She seemed to be dressed in ordinary clothes, without any supernatural qualities.

Yet it was precisely this woman who put Jinwu under unprecedented pressure.

The woman in red slowly raised her hand.

She opened her left palm, and in the palm of her hand, she held the yellow gourd.

The gourd looked ordinary, no different from any other gourd used for holding wine in the mortal world. Its surface even showed mottled patterns, as if it had weathered many years.

She stood there, holding the gourd, in the moonlight, in the breeze, on the lake.

The lake water rippled gently, spreading out in circles, lightly lapping against her ankles.

Her figure appeared exceptionally clear in the moonlight.

A fiery red dress, cascading black hair, jade-like skin, and a pair of clear, water-like phoenix eyes.

She gazed at the golden crow.

The golden crow also looked at her.

The two just stared at each other without saying a word.

The world was completely silent.

There was only wind, only water, only moonlight.

I don't know how much time passed.

The woman in red spoke softly.

The voice was cool and melancholic, carrying a hint of intoxication, a touch of languor, and an indescribable emotion, gently rising in the quiet night.

"If you can withstand this blow from me, then you'll be qualified to help me."

She paused.

"I hope you can survive."

The moonlight shone on her face, illuminating her stunning beauty even more clearly. A seriousness she had never shown before flashed in her eyes.

"because……"

Her voice grew softer and softer, as if she were murmuring, yet it entered Jinwu's ears clearly.

"I really don't want to be a superstar!"

The words had barely left his mouth.

She turned her left palm out, holding the yellow gourd in her palm.

under the moonlight.

In the gentle breeze.

On the lake.

Ripples spread gently across the lake.

A somewhat melancholic female voice softly rang out in the quiet night.

"Gourd, please turn around!" (End of Chapter)