Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

Chapter 114 You Dare to Hit Me? (Please Subscribe)
The arrival of the Crimson Wood was an unexpected joy for Wu Tian.

He took Chi Limu to explore the mountains near Luoxia Valley for several days, and naturally, they also made a trip to Xiankong Mountain to show her the dense underground caves.

After relaxing for a few days, he spoke directly to Chi Limu and said, "Senior Sister, I have now mastered the Three-Headed Demon God's Prison Suppression Scripture and have refined the techniques of Yin Wind and Heavenly Thunder."

"I usually fight and battle with those great demons, but I rarely see the methods of other human cultivators."

"I plan to make a trip to Skull Mountain."

“I still remember the grudge they held against Master Manxiong.”

"But before, I was not capable enough and could only endure it."

"Now that they have learned something, we should teach them a lesson."

"Senior sister, are you going?"

Chi Limu raised an eyebrow. "I also know about Uncle Manxiong's matter. Those demon bastards from Skull Mountain are simply courting death."

“I’ll go with you; I’m just about to test the sharpness of my Qingli Sword.”

After discussing it, the two didn't delay and set off immediately.

He directly rode the escape light and headed towards Skull Mountain.

Upon arriving at the gate of Skull Mountain, Wu Tian roared like thunder, "Listen up, everyone from Skull Mountain! I am a disciple of Master Zhu of Taiqing Temple. Today, I have come to witness your Skull Mountain's methods of turning people into beasts!"

"All of you, get out here and watch the fight."

"Or I'll smash up your lousy mountain gate!"

The disciples guarding the mountain were almost stunned. This dog-headed monster was really too arrogant and domineering, actually blocking their mountain gate and cursing them.

If you could tolerate this, the patriarch would be so angry he'd crawl out of his coffin and berate those unfilial descendants.

The disciples' expressions changed drastically, and they hurriedly sent messages back into the sect.

But with Wu Tian making such a big commotion, there was no need for them to report it.

The elder on duty that day immediately turned ashen-faced.

"Taiqing Temple has gone too far! It's absolutely outrageous!"

He was about to rush out, but he stopped immediately after setting up his escape light.

"No, if I rush out like that, I'll be in a real mess."

He only felt a headache, not to mention whether he could beat the person who was knocking on the door.

Even if we could defeat them, the opponents are disciples of the Taiqing Temple. Do you really think we could kill them?
That would truly be inviting disaster upon Skull Mountain.

"Damn it, why did I have to get into this mess? What bad luck."

He hesitated for a moment, then instead of heading towards the mountain gate, he hurried towards the White Bone Hall.

"We should let our senior brother make the decision!"

This is an attempt to shirk responsibility; these small arms and legs can't possibly support the mountain that is Taiqing Temple.

……

Wu Tian was shouting and cursing outside the mountain gate. The disciples guarding the mountain looked at each other, but none of them dared to step forward and stop him.

Although Chi Limu is young, it is clear that these people are truly despicable. It is not that they are afraid of death, but rather that they are confused and bewildered. When faced with a crisis, they are like headless flies.

Whether you communicate with the visitor in a reasonable and measured way, or you use words to stop them, it's always better than standing still and going around in circles.

This person has truly lost all their spirit...

"I don't know how Skull Mountain could raise such a bunch of good-for-nothing disciples?" Chi Limu couldn't stand it anymore. You know, all the Miao people in the eighteen villages below the mountain regarded the people on Skull Mountain as immortal masters.

Such behavior is truly disappointing.

Wu Tian couldn't help but laugh and said, "They're not as bad as Senior Sister thinks. It's just that I attacked the mountain gate not long ago, and many of these disciples witnessed it firsthand."

"Their cultivation level is weak; they couldn't even leave a white mark on me."

"We have powerful backers behind us, what can they do?"

The disciples guarding the mountain felt both embarrassed and awkward watching the dog-headed monster and the girl who had appeared out of nowhere chatting and laughing.

Finally, one of the disciples gritted his teeth and took a step forward.

It was quite a coincidence that this person was none other than Hong Changlin, whose aura had been absorbed by Wu Tian.

"this……"

He hesitated as soon as he opened his mouth, unsure of how to address them, and could only vaguely say, "May I ask what purpose you two have come to my Skull Mountain?"

"Please speak frankly, so that I may report to my elders."

When Wu Tian saw him, he had a very subtle feeling. He had once acted recklessly in this person's past memories.

You know, he still can't forget the taste of Chen Chunjiao.

Seeing him step forward, I couldn't help but laugh and say, "Didn't I already explain why I came here?"

"Isn't Skull Mountain the best at turning into beasts?"

"I have achieved success in my cultivation, so I've come to see what Skull Mountain has to offer."

"You disciples are only good at cultivating your inner strength. You'd better move aside, otherwise you might get bumped or knocked over and lose your lives for no reason. Wouldn't that be a great injustice?"

Before Hong Changlin could reply, he couldn't help but tease him, "Didn't you want to pursue Li Yun'er?"

"How's it going? Did you succeed?"

Upon hearing his last sentence, Hong Changlin froze on the spot. After recovering, his face flushed red, and he was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to respond.

Just as they were talking, someone finally arrived at the mountain gate.

"Where did this madman come from, daring to run wild on my Skull Mountain? Does he have a death wish?"

Whether this person was truly reckless or simply mindless, he brandished a heavy sword and charged directly at Wu Tian.

Wu Tian found it quite boring. This person was only at the Casting Cauldron cultivation level. He didn't even glance at him and casually slapped the man and the knife in his hand, sending them flying backward and spitting blood in mid-air.

Then he slammed hard onto the ground and passed out.

"If none of you come out, I'm going to break in!"

Wu Tian didn't want to wait outside the mountain gate any longer. He was skilled and daring, and he knew a lot about Skull Mountain. He was familiar with the formation layout and the experts in the secret realm.

At this moment, holding the iron rod upside down, he brazenly tried to force his way into the mountain gate.

The Skull Mountain elders, who had been hiding in the shadows and were somewhat hesitant, finally couldn't sit still any longer.

"Fellow Daoist, please wait!"

In the blink of an eye, seven or eight people appeared.

These people were all at the Refinement Realm, but they were not from the sect leader's lineage; rather, they were elders and deacons from various caves.

"Just in time."

Wu Tian had long been unable to contain himself, and seeing so many cultivators practicing magic made him eager to try his luck.

"Let me see what you've got."

"If you can't even withstand a single move from me..."

"Haha, then all of you, die!"

He was very arrogant, and his actions were even more overbearing.

Before he finished speaking, a gust of cold wind swept up from the ground and instantly enveloped all the cultivators who had appeared outside the mountain gate.

"Wait a moment..."

"not good."

"Be careful."

Those who could become cultivators of magic in Skull Mountain were all cunning and shrewd old men. They had spent decades struggling and mingling in the wild mountains and forests, and were by no means ordinary people.

Although they differed from the disciples of the major sects in cultivation and killing techniques, their combat experience and life experience were no less than theirs. They had been secretly on guard since they first appeared, and when Wu Tian suddenly made his move, each of them used their own methods.

Suddenly, someone swayed and transformed into a winged cloud eagle, soaring directly into the sky.

Some people rolled on the ground, transforming into mole rats, and scurried into the ground in a flash.

In addition, some people transformed into white cranes, some into fierce tigers, and some into fire crows, emitting a cawing, obscure cry.

The area outside Skull Mountain Gate instantly transformed into a wild, untamed forest.

Wu Tian was truly amazed.

Skull Mountain was originally an expert in manipulating spirits. Although it was a crooked and unorthodox method, they were very familiar with the tricks used to deal with spirits.

One look at the eerie wind Wu Tian unleashed, and you knew he was not to be trifled with.

These people scattered and avoided each other, none of them wanting to go up and fight.

"Good heavens, he really is a cunning old fox, hahaha!"

"But where can you possibly escape to?"

Wu Tian laughed uncontrollably. He simply didn't bother using the iron rod anymore and swallowed it whole.

Then, with his left hand, he unleashed heavenly thunder, and with his right hand, he swept out a chilling wind. The wind and thunder howled, the sky darkened, and lightning exploded, completely enveloping the enormous Skull Mountain Gate.

Boom! Boom!
He unleashed thirteen bolts of heavenly lightning in succession, with silver lightning raging and thunder roaring incessantly.

The elders of Skull Mountain turned green with rage.

But no matter how fast they moved, they couldn't outrun the thunder.

In the blink of an eye, five people were struck by the lightning, their animal hides bursting open and their bodies charred black.

Immediately afterwards, a gust of cold wind swept over him, and his soul was swept out of his body.

puff!puff!
Three people, whose spirits were unstable, were instantly swept away by the yin wind and died cleanly and swiftly.

The rat that had burrowed underground and the mandrill that had fled into the wind when things went wrong escaped unharmed.

"So fragile!"

Wu Tian got carried away and directly moved the lightning to strike the dragon's skull. He knew that this was the White Bone Demon God of Skull Mountain, who had been sleeping since being seriously injured hundreds of years ago.

At that moment, a bolt of lightning exploded on the dragon's skull, leaving not even a trace of char.

His eyes narrowed slightly, but his expression remained unchanged.

"Stop letting these useless trash make a fool of themselves. Where are the people from your Skull Mountain sect's lineage?"

"Are they all dead?"

"If you don't come out now, don't blame me for being impolite."

Wu Qi was arrogant and domineering, with a cold wind surrounding his body and lightning and thunder exploding within it, a scene that was extremely terrifying.

Wu Qinghuan, the senior disciple of Skull Mountain, could no longer sit still and walked out from behind the mountain gate with a livid face.

Five people followed behind him; they were the other disciples of the sect leader.

Apart from the third disciple who was traveling and the seventh disciple who was in seclusion, the other six people all arrived.

There were four cultivators specializing in refining techniques and one cultivator specializing in casting cauldrons.

The leader, Wu Qinghuan, was even a Dao Embryo.

This doesn't even include the Skull Mountain Sect Leader, who has already cultivated to the primordial spirit level.

It must be said that the sect leader's lineage is indeed incomparable to the thirty-six branch sects.

Wu Tian's eyes lit up when he saw Wu Qinghuan. As long as this person appeared, his goal had been achieved; everything else was secondary.

Without hesitation, he took action and used his knowledge of the past.

In an instant, everything in heaven and earth came to a standstill.

When he uses his knowledge of the past, his gaze seems to transcend the void, allowing him to view all things from an incomparably mysterious perspective.

His eyes were fixed on Wu Qinghuan, and he saw that the man's aura was perfectly unified. His physical body was nothing, but his essence, energy and spirit gathered together and transformed into a white bone relic.

These white bone relics are the embryo of his Dao.

Wu Tian vaguely sensed that an extremely ferocious being was being nurtured within the white bone relic, and that ferocious aura was truly chilling.

"The white bone relic is the embryo of the Dao. It seems that the white bone relic contains the seed of the supernatural power of the White Bone Demon God."

Just as he was about to take action to absorb the person's past aura, he heard a system notification in his ear.

The system prompts that it will take ten years of mana to absorb the past aura of a Dao Embryo cultivator. Do you wish to do so?

Wu Tian's eyes twitched involuntarily. Good heavens, Dao Embryo cultivators are indeed different. It takes ten years just to absorb their aura. What if they were to unlock the memory copy?

Does this mean another ten years are coming?
If you go into the dungeon a few more times, won't you be drained dry? Oh no, dog meat jerky?

Wu Tian felt a pang of heartache, but at this point, how could he possibly stop?

He continued to absorb the breath without any mercy.

However, the Dao Embryo cultivator's aura is perfectly unified, with all essence, energy, and spirit concentrated within the Dao Embryo. Even traces of the past are suppressed by the Dao Embryo.

As Wu Tian absorbed the energy, the magical power within his body instantly began to burn wildly.

In the blink of an eye, ten years' worth of magical power was completely burned away.

Such a huge expenditure of energy immediately turned his face slightly pale, but the dog's head was covered in fur, making it difficult for outsiders to see clearly.

However, Chi Limu, who was standing next to him, sensed that Wu Tian's aura had dropped for a moment.

Her brow furrowed immediately, thinking that her junior brother had been ambushed. Without hesitation, she stepped forward to face Wu Qinghuan and the others.

"I am Chi Limu, a disciple of Master Zhu of Taiqing Temple."

"I have come today specifically to learn the Skull Mountain Great Technique."

Wu Qinghuan sensed something was wrong when he saw Chi Limu. If it were just that dog-headed monster, it wouldn't be so bad. After all, it was just a demon, a dog under Master Zhu's command.

That dog is so arrogant. As long as it's not killed, even if we teach it a lesson, Master Zhu probably won't be able to say anything.

We can't let a dog ride on our heads, can we?
But the woman in front of him was different. At a young age, she had already cultivated to the realm of refining magic. Her aura was pure and clear, and her magic power transformed into crimson flames that shone three feet above her head.

Faintly visible within the flames were sword lights, rising and falling like gold refined by fire, revealing an unfathomable mystery.

This is clearly a true disciple of Taiqing Temple, a disciple of Zhu Yeshuang.

It is completely different in nature from that dog-headed monster.

Wu Qinghuan's face was gloomy, and he also bowed: "Wu Qinghuan, disciple of the Skull Mountain Sect Leader, greets fellow Daoist."

"Since you have come to visit, why don't you come with me to learn the basics first? We can have a competition after we have consulted our master."

Chi Limu was young and inexperienced, so when he heard what the other person said, he didn't know what to do.

Wu Tian wouldn't allow him to linger here. He had already achieved his goal, and all that was left was to put on a show.

Fight if you can win, run if you can't.

Under Zhu Yeshuang's watchful eye, there was no fear of trouble; this was truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for experience.

He laughed loudly and charged forward: "Enough with the nonsense. I'm just testing your Skull Mountain skills. Do you expect me to run back and ask my master?"

"You're such a grown man, aren't you ashamed?"

He speaks very quickly, but his hands move even faster.

In the blink of an eye, thirteen bolts of heavenly lightning struck down on the other disciples besides Wu Qinghuan.

That's right, Wu Qinghuan is no match for him!
We won't fight.

You dare hit me?!

(End of this chapter)