Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

The moonlight, like water, spilled onto the lake's surface.

As Jinwu finished speaking, a brief silence fell over the pavilion.

Shen Hongyu narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly, staring at the man in front of her who had uttered such outrageous words, and for a moment she was speechless.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the pavilion eaves, dappling the stone table, the wine cups, and the two figures. The fragrance of osmanthus drifted in the night breeze, and the lake rippled gently, shattering the reflection of the bright moon into countless silver scales.

She looked into those mischievous, smiling eyes, and at the curve of his lips.

Then, she moved.

There was no angry shout, no scolding, he simply raised his right hand, his five fingers loosely clenched.
A handful of lake water splashed up and fell into her palm.

The moonlight seemed to come alive at that moment, its radiance pouring down and intertwining with the deep blue lake water, transforming into an extremely cold and clear blade of light.

Shen Hongyu gripped the knife and gave it a slight twitch.

hum!
Accompanied by the clear, resonant sound of a sword.

The next instant, the blade was already in front of the Golden Crow.

This strike was completely different from the previous ones; it lacked the roar of law and the intent to kill. Yet, it was both incredibly fast and incredibly light, like a laurel petal falling under the moonlight—seemingly gentle, yet containing a chilling sharpness.

"This woman..."

The golden crow was startled and its figure vanished instantly.

Walk with the light!

His speed was so fast that he left the pavilion in the blink of an eye and stood on the lake.

But the blade's light followed him like a shadow, like the shadow of moonlight. No matter where he retreated, the blade's light would follow, getting faster and closer.

"This girl is so unreasonable!"

As Jinwu dodged, he laughed loudly, "Why did you suddenly attack me?!"

"Unreasonable?"

Shen Hongyu's voice came from behind, clear and calm like a mountain stream, without any hint of anger, "If you say so, then so be it."

Before he finished speaking, the blade suddenly flashed.

Like a blooming white lotus flower, hundreds of sword lights simultaneously burst forth, transforming into a net that sealed off all of the Golden Crow's escape routes.

Jinwu's figure flashed repeatedly, pushing his speed—alongside the light—to its absolute limit. His silhouette left hundreds of golden afterimages on the lake's surface, each afterimage dodging and moving, weaving through the dense flashes of blades.

But Shen Hongyu's blade flashed too fast.

Jinwu barely dodged it, but a blade still grazed his shoulder, severing a few strands of his hair.

Moreover, more blades converged, forcing him to throw a punch.

Great Sun Divine Fist!

boom!
His fist clashed with the knife, and his figure froze for a moment.

Just then, Shen Hongyu's knife arrived.

The blade didn't strike him, but rather the void around him. The instant the blade struck, Jinwu felt the laws of heaven and earth around him suddenly shift.

The moonlight coalesced into a giant cage, trapping him inside.

Shen Hongyu sheathed her sword and arrived under the moonlight.

She walked barefoot on the lake, the moonlight blooming into silver lotuses beneath her feet. She stepped outside the cage, no more than three feet from the golden crow, and looked at him calmly.

"You really need to learn a lesson for your mouth."

She raised her hand, and the back of her knife gently tapped Jinwu's shoulder.

It's not heavy; in fact, you could say it's very light.

Jinwu gave a bitter laugh, but did not continue to struggle. It wasn't that he didn't want to fight back, but that he really couldn't win.

Rather than continuing to resist, it's better to let Shen Hongyu vent her anger.

It's my own fault for acting impulsively and making inappropriate advances towards others.

As the blade fell, Jinwu immediately felt a soft, yin energy surge into his body along the back of the blade, and he was thrown back by the force.

As Shen Hongyu struck him, she withdrew the power of the cage, sending him flying dozens of feet into the air. He tumbled several times on the lake before finally managing to stand up in a disheveled state.

After Jinwu regained his footing, he looked down at his soaked golden robe, then looked up at Shen Hongyu, who had sat down again in the pavilion and was drinking from her gourd. He couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Young lady, your swordsmanship is excellent."

Shen Hongyu didn't look at him, but said calmly, "If you say such things again, I'll change the blade to the edge."

Jinwu returned to the pavilion by wading through the water and sat down opposite her.

He was completely unharmed, but what he had just witnessed made him realize that without using the Time-Traveling Divine Power, Shen Hongyu's strength far surpassed his own.

This woman is terrifying!
Jinwu's opinion of the woman rose even higher. He raised his wine cup and gestured to Shen Hongyu.

"You are right, young lady. I was being presumptuous."

Shen Hongyu glanced at him and clinked glasses with him.

Setting down her wine cup, Shen Hongyu's gaze turned serious.

"Let's get down to business."

She spoke, her voice clear and crisp as ever, yet carrying an undeniable solemnity.

"Your ability to dodge my Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife is quite impressive."

"Although I do not know its origins, with this supernatural power, you are already in an invincible position."

“Even when facing Jiang Shu, you are qualified to deal with him.”

She paused, her gaze becoming deep.

"With my Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife, which is both offensive and defensive, I am qualified to be his enemy."

Jinwu could clearly sense Shen Hongyu's apprehension towards Jiang Shu. Even after witnessing his Time-Traveling Divine Power and the addition of the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife, she still felt that she was qualified to be Jiang Shu's enemy.

"Jiang Shu...is he really that strong?"

Shen Hongyu did not answer directly, but instead asked, "How did you feel when you fought me just now?"

Jinwu pondered for a moment, "You haven't used your full strength, but I'm already feeling the strain. If you were to go all out, I'm afraid I could only rely on my supernatural powers to save my life, and I would have little chance of winning in a direct confrontation."

Shen Hongyu nodded, "I have been cultivating the Taiyin God-Slaying Blade and am close to the Golden Immortal realm. Below the Golden Immortal level, I ask myself, how many people can surpass me?"

“But Jiang Shu… his strength is above mine.”

She paused, then said, "This person is extremely well-hidden, and his true strength is far beyond our imagination. Don't even think about killing him... that will only bring about unforeseen disaster. The two major lineages of Taoism will never sit idly by."

"As long as you can rightfully defeat him in the struggle for the Heavenly Emperor, the other Heavenly Lords will also support you. At that time, even the Great Crimson Heavenly Venerable and the Jade Void Heavenly Venerable will have to acknowledge you."

Looking at Shen Hongyu's extremely serious face under the moonlight, Jinwu gained a deeper understanding of the strength of that Taiqing Daozi.

"Okay." He nodded, his voice calm and firm. "I promise you."

Upon hearing this, Shen Hongyu smiled, and her whole being seemed to brighten up.

She picked up the yellow gourd, held it in both hands, and solemnly presented it to Jinwu.

"This Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife contains the culmination of my life's work and insights into the Taiyin God-Slaying Knife Divine Power I have cultivated. It was born from a point of pure Yang within Taiyin that this pure and clean blade of light was born."

"From now on, it's yours."

Jinwu took the gourd and felt that it was warm and smooth to the touch, as if it had a life of its own.

"Thank you, young lady."

Shen Hongyu waved her hand, "No need to thank me, this is just a transaction. You block Jiang Shu for me, and I'll give you the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife. We each get what we need."

The two drank a few more cups, and the conversation gradually shifted from Jiang Shu to cultivation.

Shen Hongyu has cultivated the Taiyin God-Slaying Blade for many years, and his understanding of the Taiyin Dao has reached an extremely profound level. He has even generated pure Yang intent from Taiyin in his own cultivation, which is extremely terrifying.

The Great Sun Sky Patrol Method, which Jinwu cultivates, follows the path of the Great Sun's light, involving light and time.

The two paths seem completely different, but the Great Sun and the Great Moon are two sides of the same coin, interdependent and mutually generating. The two discussed metaphysics and found themselves increasingly congenial. The Golden Crow used the Daoist principles of the Great Sun Divine Fist to explain the mysteries of Yang within Yang to Shen Hongyu; Shen Hongyu used the sword intent of the Great Moon God-Slaying Blade to dissect the secrets of Yin within Yin to the Golden Crow.

Under the moonlight, the two sat facing each other, discussing profound matters, sometimes arguing, sometimes lost in thought, and sometimes smiling at each other. The fragrance of osmanthus blossoms floated in the night breeze, and the moonlight shimmered on the lake's surface; everything was tranquil and beautiful.

Before we knew it, the east was turning a pale white.

A ray of white light rose from the horizon, piercing the night sky above Mingyue Cave and bathing the entire lake in a soft golden hue. The moonlight gradually dimmed, the stars faded, and a new day was about to dawn.

Shen Hongyu raised her head and looked at the first hint of dawn in the east, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

"Its daybreak!"

A gentle breeze blew by in the early morning, ruffling the strands of hair that fell beside Shen Hongyu's cheeks, adding to her gentle charm.

Jinwu stared at her profile without saying a word for a long time, only quietly touching the Immortal-Slaying Gourd hanging at his waist.

After a long while, he slowly got up.

"Thank you for the wine, and thank you for the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife. I will certainly not fail to keep my promise to you."

Shen Hongyu slowly stood up and returned his greeting.

"It's alright, just do your best."

"If things truly become hopeless, I will use the last of my lifespan to knock on the gate of the Golden Immortals."

"If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening!"

She spoke casually, with a nonchalant air of disregarding life and death.

Jinwu gave her a deep look. She was indeed a pure seeker of the Dao, and such a heart for the Dao was truly admirable.

"It was truly fortunate to meet this young lady on this trip to Kunlun."

"My wish has been fulfilled, so I will take my leave now."

"When we meet again someday, I hope you will have attained enlightenment!"

"Red Fish Girl, take care."

After saying that, he didn't look at the woman in red again.

With a flick of his sleeve and a turn, he stepped out of the pavilion, then transformed into a golden light, soaring into the sky and quickly disappearing into the horizon.

Shen Hongyu stood in the pavilion, gazing in the direction where the golden light had disappeared, remaining motionless for a long time.

“Jiang Shu…” she murmured to herself, her voice barely audible.

"I hope that this time, I haven't misjudged him."

She turned around, her fiery red dress swaying gently in the morning light, her cascading black hair fluttering in the breeze.

In the east, the red sun finally rose above the horizon.

A radiant golden light shone down, illuminating the entire Kunlun Wonderland.

……

The Golden Crow left the Kunlun Wonderland and headed east.

A gentle morning breeze caresses the face as the sun rises.

Standing atop the clouds, overlooking the vast landscape below, his mind was clear. Last night's long conversation with Shen Hongyu had given him a deeper understanding of his own path.

Although his path is the path of the Great Sun's Light, the interdependence of Yin and Yang, and the mutual generation of existence and non-existence, have further refined his understanding of the Great Sun Divine Fist.

"If I could cultivate with Shen Hongyu, I might even have a chance to ask for the Golden Immortal realm."

"What a pity! What a pity!"

Shen Hongyu looked down on even a Daoist prodigy like Jiang Shu, who was only half a step away from becoming a Golden Immortal, and devoted herself to the Dao.

Even if they only have ten years to live, they would rather not become someone else's plaything.

Even the promise of the Empress's position from the Taoist sect could not shake her resolve in the slightest, demonstrating the unwavering strength of her Taoist heart.

I want to cultivate with her...

It's almost an impossible thing.

"Killing her is easy, but getting her body is difficult!"

"Besides... I can't even beat her..."

Just as Jinwu was thinking about Shen Hongyu, a beam of Buddhist light suddenly descended from the sky.

The Buddha's light was so dazzling that it dyed half the sky gold. Within the light, countless Sanskrit characters could be faintly seen flowing, each containing a vast amount of Buddhist spiritual cultivation.

Jinwu stopped in his tracks, his gaze slightly narrowed.

The Buddha's light landed a hundred feet in front of him and transformed into a figure.

Clad in white, as pure as snow, untouched by a speck of dust.

She was a woman with a graceful figure and an exquisitely beautiful face. But within that beauty lay a coldness that ran deep within her bones, as if all living beings in the three realms were no different from ants in her eyes.

He is none other than Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva, the leader of Buddhism in the human realm.

She stood in the void, her white robes fluttering, gazing expressionlessly at the golden crow.

“I brought the Yin-Yang Banana Leaf. Hand over the person.”

Her voice was cold and icy, devoid of any emotion.

Jinwu glanced at her. The timing of her arrival was quite coincidental. He had just left Kunlun when she arrived, which meant that the Buddhist sect had been keeping an eye on his movements.

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, I never expected that we would meet again so soon."

"It seems the Buddhist sect still values ​​Dingguang quite a bit!"

"Hahaha!"

With a wave of his hand, a twelve-petaled lotus platform flew out from his sleeve and hovered in the void. On the lotus platform, incantations formed from the true fire of the sun flowed endlessly, transforming the entire lotus platform into a cage of flames.

The Bodhisattva Dingguang was trapped inside, suffering terribly.

“If the Bodhisattva gives me the Yin-Yang Banana Leaf, I will return it to him.”

Guan Zizai gently raised her hand and took out a Yin-Yang banana leaf. It was lush and green, flowing with light. Every ray of light contained countless incantations, exuding an ancient aura.

Jinwu's eyes lit up. He hadn't expected that the Buddhist sect could actually produce another Yin-Yang Banana Leaf so quickly.

It is very likely that the Buddha or Avalokiteshvara himself possessed it; otherwise, how could it have been found in such a short time?

Guanzizai flicked his finger, and the Yin-Yang banana leaf flew towards the Golden Crow.

She did not hesitate at all, and was not afraid that Jinwu would go back on his word.

Jinwu reached out and took it, feeling the leaf was warm to the touch, and as it trembled slightly, he could feel the flow of yin and yang energies.

At this moment, a notification also appeared on the system panel.

Ding! System notification: You have obtained the spiritual item Yin-Yang Banana Leaf. Would you like to refine it?
Perhaps because it had already been refined once before, this time there were not many options, and it could only improve its own cultivation level.

But that's more than enough.

With a thought, the banana leaf in Jinwu's palm disappeared.

He smiled and looked at Guanyin Bodhisattva opposite him, then tossed the lotus platform that sealed Dingguang Bodhisattva over to her.

"As expected of a Bodhisattva, you've returned this old bald monk to us!"

Guanzizai raised his hand to catch the lotus platform, glanced down at it, and a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes.

After the exchange, she did not leave; a golden calligraphy scroll had appeared in her hand without her noticing.

The calligraphy scroll was only a foot square, entirely golden, and on it, a swastika could be faintly seen, containing an indescribable, vast power.

The teachings of Shakyamuni.

Guanzizai raised his hand and tossed the sutra scroll out. (End of Chapter)