Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

The woman in red held the yellow gourd in her left hand and gently patted the bottom of the gourd with her right hand.

In an instant, a beam of white light shot out from the mouth of the gourd.

The white light was no more than three inches long, as thin as a hair, yet it was extremely dazzling, as if all the light in the world had been swallowed up by that three-inch ray of light. Within the white light, countless profound incantations could be vaguely seen flowing, each incantation containing ancient principles that existed since the beginning of time.

Then, a throwing knife slashed out from the three-inch-long beam of light.

The throwing knife was no more than seven inches long, completely transparent, as if it were formed from the purest moonlight. There were no intricate patterns or mysterious incantations on the blade, only an indescribable sharpness.

The moment the flying knife shot out from the gourd's mouth, Jinwu felt an unprecedented sense of crisis. It was as if the flying knife wasn't aimed at his physical body, but at his past and future, at every trace of his existence in the world.

A burst of white light erupted, locking in cause and effect.

The blade flashed, severing destiny.

No matter where he flees to, no matter where he hides in the past or future, this blade will still strike him.

It's guaranteed to be a hit.

It's a sure kill.

Almost the instant the woman in red spoke, Jinwu unhesitatingly unleashed his Time-Traveling Divine Power.

It transcends the Three Realms and is not bound by the Five Elements.

Only a shadow remained in place.

The projection was exactly the same as him, surrounded by the golden light of the sun and burning with the true fire of the sun. Whether it was supernatural powers, magical abilities, or the cultivation and karma of the Dao, it looked no different from the real body.

The Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife fell.

It circled the projected head once.

puff!
The head fell off.

The golden crow's body trembled slightly before crashing to the ground. Golden blood flowed out, staining the lake surface red and gleaming eerily in the moonlight.

However, all of this is just an illusion.

The real Golden Crow stood outside the River of Time, silently watching this scene. His physical body was unharmed, but his back was soaked with cold sweat.

terrible.

too frightening.

If he hadn't possessed the near-invincible supernatural power of time travel, and if he hadn't sensed the danger beforehand, what would have fallen into the lake now wouldn't have been a projection, but his real head.

That strike severed not the physical body, but the cause and effect.

It is his very existence in the world.

On the surface of the lake.

The woman in red retrieved her flying dagger.

The three-inch beam of light rolled back and disappeared into the yellow gourd. The flying knife vanished, the white light dissipated, and the entire Bright Moon Cave returned to its previous tranquility.

She gazed at the "Golden Crow" lying in a pool of blood, at the head that had rolled to the side, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.

I was disappointed.

There is a sense of loneliness.

There's also a sense of relief that's hard to explain.

"So...it still doesn't work?"

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

Then she turned around.

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.

She took a step, about to leave.

However, just as she turned around, she heard a strange sound of water ripples behind her.

She paused, turned slightly to the side, and glanced behind her out of the corner of her eye.

The head of the "Golden Crow" lying in the pool of blood, which had rolled to the side, suddenly rippled like water. The golden blood turned into ripples and disappeared without a trace; the fallen body, like a reflection, merged back into the rippling waves.

Then, the head slowly rose back onto the neck.

The body slowly stood up and reformed.

Moonlight streamed down, illuminating his handsome face. He stood there, surrounded by golden rays of sunlight, with a large sun appearing and disappearing behind him. He gazed at her with a beaming smile, as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion.

The true form of the Golden Crow has returned to the mortal world.

He stepped out of the long river of time and stood once more in this bright moonlit paradise. The ripples on the lake were still spreading, and the moonlight remained cold and clear, as if nothing had happened.

He gazed at the red-clad figure who had stopped walking, her back to him, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"girl."

His voice rang out in the quiet night, carrying a hint of laughter, a touch of mischief, and an indescribable meaning.

"Can you buy me a drink now?"

The woman in red trembled suddenly.

She turned around abruptly.

Her phoenix eyes widened in disbelief. She stared at the golden crow standing perfectly intact on the lake, at the man radiating golden light and full of vitality, and for a moment she was speechless.

The moonlight shone on her face, making her stunning beauty even more vivid. The look of surprise and disbelief on her face added a touch of liveliness to her already breathtakingly beautiful features.

She opened her mouth, her voice trembling slightly.

"You...you're not dead?"

Upon hearing this, the Golden Crow threw its head back and laughed loudly.

The laughter echoed in the silent night, rippling across the lake. The laughter was filled with exhilaration, pride, and an indescribable sense of triumph.

"Hahahaha!"

After laughing, he looked down at the woman in red, his eyes full of amusement. "If your knife had been any more ruthless, I'm afraid I would have lost my life here."

He walked across the lake, step by step, towards her. With each step he took, golden light burst forth, leaving a string of dazzling footprints on the lake's surface.

The moonlight cast a long, long shadow of him. His golden robes fluttered slightly in the night breeze, and although the sun behind him had receded, a faint golden light still lingered around him, enveloping him in a warm glow.

He walked up to her with a smile and looked down at her.

Shen Hongyu stared at him blankly for a long time before finally coming to her senses.

A bright smile suddenly bloomed on her face.

That smile was like a snow lotus that had been frozen for ten thousand years suddenly blooming, like a bright moon that had been silent for a thousand years suddenly rising. In that smile, there was surprise, relief, and an indescribable emotion.

"Good! Good! Good!"

She said "good" three times in a row, her voice full of joy.

Then, she took the initiative to step forward, grabbed his hand, and pulled him toward the pavilion without saying a word.

"Let's go! Let's drink!"

Her voice was full of joy, completely different from the lonely and desolate woman she had just been.

Jinwu was led by her, feeling her slender, fair hand, her long, jade-like fingers, and the slight coolness at her fingertips. He was led like that, stepping across the lake, walking step by step towards the pavilion in the center of the lake.

The moonlight spilled down, intertwining their figures. One in gold, one in red, their long reflections trailing across the lake's surface, gently swaying with the ripples.

Inside the pavilion.

The stone table remains, the wine cups remain, and the fragrance of osmanthus remains.

Shen Hongyu pulled Jinwu to sit down beside the stone table before letting go of his hand. She turned around and took two wine cups from the stone table. The wine cups were carved entirely of white jade, as thin as cicada wings, and gleamed with a warm luster under the moonlight.

Then, she picked up the yellow gourd and uncorked it.

A fragrant aroma of wine immediately filled the air.

The wine had a clear, refreshing aroma, carrying a hint of osmanthus and an indescribable sweetness. Just one whiff was enough to intoxicate the soul.

She leaned slightly forward and poured the wine from the gourd into the wine cup.

The wine poured from the gourd's mouth, gleaming like amber in the moonlight. As it fell into the cup, it made a clear, melodious sound, like pearls falling onto a jade plate.

She poured the wine with utmost concentration, her head slightly bowed, her long, flowing black hair cascading down her shoulders and draping over her chest. Moonlight streamed through the gaps in the eaves, illuminating her and making her stunningly beautiful face even more clearly.

Her slightly tilted posture at this moment revealed her exquisite and curvaceous figure.

The golden crow admired the beauty from such a close distance.

Beneath that fiery red dress, a slender waist could be encircled with one hand. Her full breasts, due to the movement of her leaning forward, stretched the red dress into an even more beautiful curve, outlining a breathtaking figure.

Her collarbones were delicately defined, faintly visible at the opening of her collar. Her long, slender neck was as white as jade, still bearing traces of dampness from the wine she had just spilled.

The wine was poured into two glasses.

The woman in red put down the gourd, raised her head, and looked at the golden crow.

Those phoenix eyes were full of laughter. That laughter was as clear as lake water and as bright as moonlight, captivating anyone who looked into it.

She picked up the wine cup, held it with both hands, and presented it to Jinwu.

"please."

Her voice was clear and crisp like a mountain stream, yet it also carried a rare gentleness.

Jinwu took the wine cup, feeling the lingering warmth of her fingertips on it. He glanced down at the wine inside; it was clear and transparent, shimmering with an amber luster under the moonlight.

He picked up his wine cup and drank it all in one gulp.

As the liquor entered my throat, I felt a cool sensation that went straight to my lungs, and then it turned into a warm sensation that flowed through my limbs and bones.

"Good wine!"

He praised it.

Seeing him finish his drink, Shen Hongyu's smile deepened. She also picked up her own wine cup, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

The way she tilted her head back to drink was exactly the same as her usual carefree and unrestrained manner. As the wine went down her throat, she slightly narrowed her eyes, a satisfied look on her face. That look was like a cat that had stolen a fish, with a touch of adorable smugness.

A drop of wine slid down the corner of her mouth, along the curve of her chin, and dripped onto her clothes, spreading a small dark patch on the red hem of her skirt.

She didn't care at all. She simply put down her wine cup, wiped her mouth with her hand, and then looked at Jinwu with a smile in her eyes.

"how?"

She asked, her voice tinged with pride, "This wine of mine is Moon Goddess Wine, which I brewed myself. It took me sixty years to get just this one gourd."

Jinwu looked up at her. Under the moonlight, her peerless face was smiling, a smile that was pure and sincere, without the slightest affectation.

He suddenly realized that this wine truly deserved to be called "good wine".

It's not because of its preciousness, but because of the person who poured the wine.

After finishing the cup.

The two sat facing each other, bathed in moonlight, with the fragrance of osmanthus wafting in the air, and gentle ripples on the lake's surface—everything was tranquil and beautiful.

Jinwu gazed at the woman in red before him, pondered for a moment, and then spoke up, "I noticed that you seemed melancholy earlier, as if something was troubling you."

His voice was gentle, rising softly in the quiet night.

"Could you speak with me? Perhaps it can relieve some of my worries."

Upon hearing this, Shen Hongyu looked up at Jinwu and saw that his gaze was sincere and genuine, which warmed her heart.

She glanced down at the empty wine cup in her hand. Seemingly finding drinking from a cup unsatisfying, she pushed the cup aside, grabbed the yellow gourd, uncorked it, and took a large gulp.

The way she poured the wine was bold and unrestrained, creating a stark contrast with her stunning beauty.

The wine poured from the gourd's mouth, and she gulped it down, her throat bobbing slightly. A few drops of wine slid down her chin, down her slender neck, past her delicate collarbone, and into the depths of her wine-dampened collarbone. She took a big gulp before setting down the gourd and casually wiping her mouth.

Moonlight streamed down, illuminating her face. Her stunning beauty, now slightly flushed with wine, revealed an indescribable allure in her eyes.

She spoke, her voice languid yet clear.

"My real name is Shen Hongyu, and I am a rogue cultivator from the foot of Kunlun Mountain."

"Because he awakened the Taiyin Yin body, he was valued by the Jade Void Heavenly Lord and kept by his side to give him some pointers. He can barely be considered half a Kunlun disciple."

The golden crow listened quietly without saying a word.

Shen Hongyu continued, "What I cultivate is not the orthodox Kunlun Daoist method, but the Taiyin God-Slaying Blade passed down by the Jade Void Heavenly Lord and practiced by the ancient Taiyin Star Lord."

She glanced down at the gourd in her hand, which gleamed with a warm luster in the moonlight.

"I thought I could live a carefree life away from the world, but I never expected that the Jade Void Heavenly Lord had already made arrangements for me."

At this point, her face turned bitter.

Her brows furrowed slightly, and the light in her phoenix eyes dimmed a little, as if she had remembered something she didn't want to recall.

"Unexpectedly, the Taiqing lineage later produced a genius that is hard to find in all the ages. He was born with the Nine Yang Divine Body and has had many adventures since birth. He can have sudden enlightenment anytime and anywhere. At a young age, he has already achieved the perfection of a god and is exploring the path to becoming a Golden Immortal."

Upon hearing this, Jinwu's brow twitched slightly.

"Are you talking about Taiqing Daozi Jiang Shu?"

Shen Hongyu nodded.

She took a swig of wine, and as it went down her throat, an unnatural blush rose on her face. The blush spread from her cheeks to her ears and then to her neck, making her look even more radiant.

"Yes, that's him."

She spoke, her voice carrying a complex mix of emotions, "He was born with the Nine Yang Divine Body, yet he has already cultivated his cultivation to the point where Yin arises from Yang."

"If you cultivate together with me, you might be able to directly transform from extreme Yang to pure Yang and break through the gate to Golden Immortal."

Jinwu's eyes narrowed slightly.

Shen Hongyu continued, "This grand event of bestowing gods upon the Three Realms may seem lively and exciting, but in reality, it's all just paving the way for Jiang Shu."

"This person is only half a step away from becoming a Golden Immortal, and already possesses some of the supernatural abilities of a Golden Immortal. Who can defeat him?"

She gripped the gourd tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white.

"Once he ascends to the throne of the Heavenly Emperor, he can marry me, the Heavenly Empress, in accordance with the will of Heaven and the people, and thus break through to the Golden Immortal realm in one fell swoop."

"only--"

She paused, a barely perceptible sneer flashing in her phoenix eyes, "But I must die and my cultivation dissipates, and I need to reincarnate once before I can re-enter the path of cultivation."

Her voice grew softer and softer.

"Although the Jade Void Heavenly Lord and the Taiqing Daoist lineage have both promised to guide me back onto the path of cultivation, and to grant me the position of Heavenly Empress for all eternity..."

As she said this, she suddenly raised her head and looked at the golden crow.

The moonlight shone on her face, and her stunningly beautiful features were now filled with stubbornness.

"But I..."

She spoke each word with utmost seriousness.

"I do not seek the next life, but only believe in this day."

Her voice echoed in the silent night, carrying a resolute determination.

"I am unwilling to pave the way for others with my own body."

Upon hearing this, Jinwu frowned.

After a moment's thought, he said, "The Great Crimson Heavenly Lord and the Jade Void Heavenly Lord shouldn't be such shallow-minded and selfish people, right?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Hongyu gave a wry smile.

That bitter smile cast a shadow over that stunningly beautiful face.

She said in a low voice, "They say that my Yin body is inherently flawed, and the higher my cultivation level, the faster I will die."

She raised her head and looked at Jinwu, her phoenix eyes filled with an indescribable emotion.

"I'm afraid I only have ten years left to live."

"Therefore, everyone felt that this was a blessing for me."

She paused, her gaze fixed on Jinwu, and asked, word by word:

What about you? Do you feel the same way?

The golden crow fell silent.

He looked at her, at her stunning beauty under the moonlight, at her eyes filled with stubbornness and expectation.

From a rational perspective, this is indeed a good thing for Shen Hongyu. With her life already nearing its end, many would be more than willing to exchange her cultivation for a brighter future in the next life.

only……

He looked at Shen Hongyu in front of him. This woman herself didn't want to!

He spoke, his voice calm and earnest.

I don't think so.

"Whether you live or die, and what the future holds, is up to you to decide."

Shen Hongyu was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

Then, a smile appeared on her face.

The smile was faint, almost imperceptible. But within that smile lay a genuine joy.

"Thank you for saying that."

She said softly, with a hint of ease in her voice, "I'm afraid many people think I'm ungrateful."

"Although I am a woman, I have no desire to serve men. I dedicate my life to the Dao."

She tightened her grip on the gourd slightly.

"Jiang Shu was able to cultivate his cultivation to the point where yang was exhausted and yin was born, and I am also able to cultivate my swordsmanship to the point where yin was exhausted and yang was born."

"Even if I only have ten years, I will use my swordsmanship to explore the path to becoming a Golden Immortal. Even if I die, I will die on the path of seeking the Dao."

Her voice grew firmer and stronger.

"I absolutely refuse to become someone else's plaything or a stepping stone for their spiritual practice."

Even if there were a thousand advantages, I would not want it.

As she said this, she looked intently at Jinwu.

In those phoenix eyes, it seemed as if two bright moons were rising and falling, their light dazzling and captivating.

"The reason I searched for so many geniuses and overlords on the Investiture of the Gods to come to Kunlun was to see if anyone could defeat Jiang Shu."

“As long as he cannot become the Heavenly Emperor, I will not have to compromise myself to make him succeed.”

She paused, then said, word by word:

"So, if you can defeat Jiang Shu and grant me ten more years of freedom, I can give you this Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife."

She held up the yellow gourd in her hand, which gleamed with a warm luster in the moonlight.

"With this item, your chances of seizing the throne of the Heavenly Emperor will increase by another 30%."

Jinwu never glanced at the yellow gourd, but only looked at her, at her face filled with expectation and determination, and at her eyes as bright as the moon.

After a long silence, he finally spoke.

“I understand the fairy’s intentions.”

He paused, his gaze becoming deep.

"But have you ever considered that this is Kunlun?"

The implication is self-evident.

With such a commotion, how could the people of Kunlun not know your intentions? How could the Jade Void Heavenly Lord not know your thoughts?
Shen Hongyu's face suddenly darkened.

That melancholy was not the bitterness of before, but a deeper, long-suppressed sense of desolation.

She gave a bitter smile, a smile full of helplessness.

"Of course they all know."

Her voice was very soft, so soft that it seemed as if she were talking to herself.

"They just don't care."

She took a sip of wine, but the liquid seemed unable to extinguish the bitterness in her heart.

"This is an open conspiracy of theirs. They let me search for so-called overlords and tyrants, and let me do whatever I want."

"Because they believe that Jiang Shu—"

She paused, then said, word by word:

"He will surely ascend to the throne of the Heavenly Emperor."

"I even think—"

She hesitated slightly, her brows furrowing as if she were pondering something extremely important.

"I think he is actually confident that he can break through to the Golden Immortal realm directly, but I don't know what he is planning. Perhaps it is related to the position of the Heavenly Emperor."

She raised her head and looked at Jinwu, her phoenix eyes filled with an indescribable emotion.

"Faced with such an existence, who dares to claim victory?"

She sighed softly, the sigh echoing in the silent night, carrying endless loneliness and helplessness.

“They are all waiting, waiting for me to have made enough trouble, waiting for Jiang Shu to ascend to the throne of the Heavenly Emperor, waiting for me to obediently become the Heavenly Empress, and willingly take that step.”

Jinwu looked at her.

Looking at the woman in red under the moonlight.

She sat there, her fiery red dress swaying gently in the moonlight, her cascading black hair fluttering slightly in the night breeze. Her face bore a look of loneliness, helplessness, and a sense of powerlessness at the mercy of fate.

The golden crow suddenly stood up.

He took a step forward and stood in front of her.

She was slightly taken aback, and before she could react, he snatched the yellow gourd from her hand.

He held the gourd, tilted his head back, and gulped down the wine.

The wine poured out of the gourd's mouth, and he swallowed it in large gulps, his throat churning. A few drops of wine slid down the corners of his mouth and dripped onto his clothes.

Moonlight streamed down, illuminating him. His golden robes fluttered slightly in the night breeze, and his figure appeared exceptionally tall and imposing in the moonlight.

He took a big gulp of wine, put down the gourd, and looked down at her.

Those eyes shone brightly in the moonlight, containing a smile, a mischievousness, a seriousness, and an indescribable intensity.

He spoke, his voice tinged with a hint of alcohol, a touch of laughter, and a dash of domineering arrogance.

"Just give me a kiss..."

He paused, a smug smile curving his lips.

"I will then kill Jiang Shu for you." (End of Chapter)