Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

Chapter 115 Eighteen Beauties (Please Subscribe)
If Wu Qinghuan dared to make a move, Wu Tian would definitely grab Chi Limu and run back to the Hidden Sword Cave to complain to Zhu Yeshuang.

Who told this guy to bully the weak?!

This dog doesn't care how he bullied those mountain-guarding disciples in the past; it's obvious he was bullying them.

We have connections in high places, you try calling them.

It's sick to have a background and not use it, to hide it away.

Wu Qinghuan was quite annoyed by this strange dog-headed creature, which had repeatedly come to Skull Mountain to cause trouble.

Not long ago, they even loitered around in front of the mountain gate; I wonder what kind of conspiracy they were plotting.

Today, he brought Zhu Yeshuang's disciples to provoke us again. If we don't teach him a lesson, he'll really think there's no one left in Skull Mountain.

So what if it's Taiqing Temple? It's not afraid of you.

Wu Qinghuan took a step back and said in a gloomy tone, "Junior brothers and sisters, since Master Zhu has come to ask for your guidance, then show us your skills and don't let people say that Skull Mountain has no true teachings."

As he spoke, he casually swept his hand, seemingly unintentionally shattering a bolt of lightning, saving his eighth junior brother and pulling him behind him.

This eighth junior brother is only in his early twenties and is currently casting a cauldron. He also came out to join in the fun this time.

However, once locked onto by the dog-headed monster's lightning, it couldn't even escape.

If Wu Qinghuan hadn't intervened in time, this man would have been utterly destroyed on the spot, his body charred black.

In a battle of this caliber, cultivators who had mastered the casting technique were utterly vulnerable.

The remaining four people consist of one woman and three men.

The woman was none other than Fei Tianzhu, the second disciple of Lu Daoqing. She had cultivated the Eighteen Beauties Form and had been in the realm of refining magic for many years. Her magic power was perfected, and she was only half a step away from achieving the Dao Embryo.

This woman's methods were truly miraculous. Seeing the raging yin winds and rolling thunder, her body swayed and transformed into eighteen beings.

Eighteen women appeared in the spot.

The women were all different, each with their own unique charm and graceful demeanor.

Some were busty and curvy, some were innocent and cute, some were aloof and stunning, and some were dignified and elegant...

She is so beautiful and charming that it's almost dazzling.

These are the eighteen beauties she cultivated.

Her aura was unpredictable, and even the heavenly lightning couldn't lock onto her aura for a moment, exploding in mid-air.

The other three male disciples exchanged glances, each taking out the Hundred Beasts Soul Banner from their robes. They then tossed the banner into the air, and it grew taller in the wind, instantly becoming several feet high.

Three banners bearing the spirits of a hundred beasts fell and took root in front of the mountain gate. The banners trembled violently, the wind howled, and a hundred ghosts roared.

Three banners protected the disciples beside the mountain gate, and the yin wind and the yin spirits of a hundred beasts countered Wu Tian's yin wind.

Wu Tian's Yin Wind Technique has now reached the sixth level. Driven by his magical power, it is like a soul-blowing wind from the deepest hell.

The howling wind pressed down on the three banners, causing them to shake violently. Even the vengeful spirits of the beasts emerging from the banners could not withstand the pressure and let out miserable howls.

Some of the spirits were even blown away by the yin wind, their forms disintegrating and scattering into the world on the spot.

Although Wu Tian's yin wind could suppress the three Hundred Beast Yin Soul Banners, it was difficult to pose a significant threat to others until it was completely destroyed.

Seeing this, Chi Limu drew his sword without hesitation, the scarlet tassel swaying in the wind. "You dare to be so arrogant with your unorthodox methods? Take this!"

The Azure Dawn Sword, like a dragon breaking free of its shackles, transformed into a clear sword light amidst an incredibly intense sword cry, tearing through the sky and slashing towards the Second Senior Sister's Flying Bamboo.

She only wanted to help Wu Tian because she saw that the person was a woman with profound magical power and extraordinary methods.

Wu Tian did not stop her. Although Chi Limu was young, she was born with the Fire Dao Body and had been carefully trained by Zhu Yeshuang. She also cultivated the true teachings of Taiqing Temple.

Especially in the realm of refining techniques, one cultivates the top-tier Dao Embryo Technique.

The Fire Virtue Method and the Southern Bright Fire Sword Technique.

In addition, there's a magical sword of the highest caliber; it would be strange if they suffered a loss.

The Crimson Wood Sword flashed, like a roaring crimson dragon, instantly unleashing a sea of ​​fire in front of the mountain gate, engulfing all eighteen beauties cultivated by Flying Bamboo.

A raging inferno and a fierce sword dance.

Feitianzhu's expression changed instantly. The blazing firelight not only possessed terrifyingly high temperatures, but also incredibly pure demon-subduing power, as if it were the might of the Heavenly Dao, bestowing merit upon him and eliminating all evil.

This was the first time she had ever seen such a top-tier Dao Embryo Technique from a major sect in the Central Plains.

All eighteen beauties wore expressions of pain, some even contorting into a grimace. Their once charming faces were now ashen and deathly.

"Ah, ah, ah, damn it!"

"You vile woman, how dare you ruin my reputation?"

Feitianzhu was anxious; those eighteen beauties were the result of her a hundred years of arduous cultivation.

In order to cultivate these eighteen beauties, she was ruthless and killed countless women, including respectable women, prostitutes, and unmarried young ladies from noble families.

Countless human skins were destroyed, and after careful selection, the highest quality skins were chosen to create the eighteen beauties.

Over the years, he has meticulously crafted these works, sacrificing countless precious materials. He has even painted eyebrows and lips on the human skin and nurtured it day and night to make these eighteen beauties lifelike.

Now, burned by the raging fire of the Crimson Wood, the eighteen beauties were as if they had been thrown into a pot of boiling oil, their skin instantly charred black, and even emitting a foul stench.

Flying Bamboo was afraid that all the beauties' skins would be destroyed, so he quickly retrieved them all, his face showing a sinister and pained expression.

She transformed into a dignified and elegant noblewoman dressed in a red palace gown, with a gold-embroidered belt that accentuated her beautiful figure.

"Damn bitch, you have no sense of right or wrong. You dare to ruin my treasure, so I'll pay with my sword."

Flying Bamboo was both surprised and furious, but his gaze fell on the Crimson Wood sword, and a look of greed appeared in his eyes.

She had never even seen a sword of this quality before.

Zhu Yeshuang is far too generous, actually giving such a high-quality immortal sword to a mere naive young girl.

Filled with jealousy, she conceived the idea of ​​stealing the sword.

At this moment, she swayed her body, and eighteen arms appeared behind her, holding various weapons such as the White Bone Heart-Locking Hammer, White Bone Relic, Hundred Beasts Soul Banner, iron rod, bow and arrow, long whip, and steel knife.

She roared and charged straight at Chi Limu.

Chi Limu was not afraid. The Qingli Sword landed in his palm, and he activated it with the Nanming Lihuo Sword Technique, roaring like a dragon burning with raging fire.

Sword light raged amidst the clanging of clashing metal.

The steel sword was broken, the bow and arrow shattered, the iron rod twisted, and the banner torn apart...

Despite the many treasures in Feitianzhu's hands, it was no match for Chilimu's sword.

Wherever the sword light passed, no matter what kind of treasure it was, it was all cut to pieces.

Feitianzhu's face grew increasingly dark, and he was actually forced to retreat step by step by Chilimu, who was holding the Qingli sword.

Wu Tian, ​​who had been watching closely, gasped in shock. Only after witnessing it firsthand did he truly understand the ferocity of a magic weapon-level immortal sword. In the hands of a disciple of a major sect in the Central Plains like Chi Limu, such an immortal sword was like a tiger with wings, capable of utterly destroying everything in its path.

The second disciple of the dignified Skull Mountain sect leader, who had painstakingly cultivated over the past hundred years with more than a dozen treasures, was shattered one by one by that sword, as if they were nothing but scrap metal.

"No wonder my master was so confident in letting Chi Limu leave the mountain."

Wu Tian thought to himself, "As long as we don't encounter any powerful seniors bullying the weak, how many cultivators at the Refinement Realm could possibly defeat this sword?"

Seeing the fierce battle between Chi Limu and Feitianzhu, he naturally refused to be outdone.

First, he fought against three opponents alone, using the yin wind to suppress the opponent's three Hundred Beasts Yin Soul Banners.

Then, a series of thunderbolts erupted, silver lightning flashing and striking the three people opposite them one after another.

As he fought, he pulled a mixed iron rod from his mouth and charged at the enemy opposite him.

The body of a great demon is the most powerful weapon, with steel bones and immense strength. At this moment, wielding a mixed iron staff, he uses staff techniques to display the changes of the three magic symbols of the "Three-Headed Demon God's Prison Suppression Scripture".

The iron rod was shrouded in wind and thunder, crackling with lightning and raging with fierce winds, as if a thunder god from the heavens had descended to earth.

The three disciples of the Skull Mountain sect all practiced the White Bone Relic Technique. Apart from forging a Hundred Beasts Yin Soul Banner, their other cultivation methods were different.

One of them mastered a bone-locking hammer. Wielding the bone hammer, he generated immense strength and recklessly charged directly at Wu Tian, ​​oblivious to his own mortality.

The Iron Rod and the Bone Locking Hammer collided, unleashing an incredibly terrifying force, as if a god were striking iron, accompanied by a thunderous explosion.

boom! boom! boom!
With just one strike, the opponent's face turned deathly pale, his arms went numb, and he could barely hold onto the White Bone Heart-Locking Hammer.

With the second blow, the skin and flesh on both of his arms exploded, revealing the stark white bones, and the bone-locking hammer fell directly to the ground.

Then, with a loud bang...

Wu Tian slammed the stick down again, smashing the opponent's brains open.

The man's soul escaped from the corpse, and Wu Tian unleashed a bolt of heavenly lightning, intending to shatter his soul.

"enough!"

Wu Qinghuan couldn't stand it any longer. A white bone relic appeared above his head, and he took a step forward.

When the lightning struck him, the white bone relic spun around and emitted a burst of magical light, causing the lightning to explode, but it could not harm him in the slightest.

"You are too arrogant. I don't believe that Master Zhu of Taiqing Temple could teach such impolite disciples."

"Very well, I'll take you down first."

"Let's go to Hidden Sword Cave again..."

Although he said that, his mind was always on the Qingli sword in Chi Limu's hand, and he was obviously also greedy.

When Wu Tian saw this guy make a move, he knew he couldn't continue the fight, so he sneered and retreated.

Ignoring the depletion of his magical power, he unleashed eighteen bolts of heavenly lightning, leaving Feitianzhu dizzy and unable to defend itself. Almost all eighteen of his arms were shattered, and even his face was a bloody mess.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

At that moment, Wu Tian flashed to Chi Limu's side and gave her a barely perceptible wink.

Although Chi Limu was not quite satisfied, he stopped at this point.

"Ha, Wu Qinghuan, stop talking big."

"If you can withstand my divine wind, my senior sister and I will surrender immediately."

Wu Tian raised the iron rod in his hand and pointed it at Wu Qinghuan's nose.

Wu Qinghuan squinted and said, "I didn't want to bully the weak, but since you are so rude, I have no choice but to teach you a lesson on behalf of Master Zhu."

"Use whatever means you have."

He stood with his hands clasped, and the white bone relics above his head radiated a divine light.

"Ha, you bald monster with no hair on your head, behold my divine wind."

As Wu Tian spoke, he unleashed an incredibly fierce gust of yin wind. This yin wind was pitch black, and as soon as it appeared, it blotted out the sky, causing sand and stones to fly, and even the sunlight was blocked, making it impossible to see anything.

Wu Qinghuan was also cautious, fearing that there might be some danger in the divine wind that he was unaware of, so he quickly used the white bone relic to protect his body.

Just then, a loud laugh was heard coming from the wind.

"You idiot, there's my piss in this wind, enjoy it!"

Wu Qinghuan's face turned green. He quickly dodged and then used his magic to dispel the black wind. Only then did he realize that the wind had no power at all; it just looked fierce and blocked the light.

At this moment, the black wind dispersed, and there was no trace of Wu Tian and Chi Limu left.

They had already taken the opportunity to escape...

Wu Qinghuan was tricked and was so angry he almost ground his teeth to powder. But he was a man of deep cunning and managed to suppress his murderous intent. He scolded the other disciples a few times before heading back to the mountain gate to report to his master.

"Are we just going to let this go?"

Feitianzhu was somewhat unwilling, as her magical artifact, which she had painstakingly refined over the past hundred years, had been almost completely destroyed by Chilimu.

Even the skin of the eighteen beauties is completely damaged, and it's unknown when it will be repaired.

The mana within his body was also greatly depleted...

They paid such a high price for nothing, but gained nothing in return.

How could she possibly let this go?

"If you want to die, then go ahead and do it yourself. It's none of my business."

After saying this, Wu Qinghuan walked into the mountain gate without looking back.

Feitianzhu's face changed color rapidly, turning pale and then flushed, his eyes filled with a fierce light.

Her appearance was shattered by the divine lightning Wu Tian unleashed at the last moment, revealing her to be a hideous old woman with a ferocious face and dark skin.

"Very well, let's find some disciples to supplement our ranks first."

Her gaze swept over the disciples guarding the mountain, who were stunned by the battle, and she set her sights on one of the pretty female disciples.

He flashed to the female disciple's side, grabbed her neck with his claw-like hand, and then rode the wind towards the mountain gate.

The other disciples guarding the mountain were so frightened that they trembled all over and didn't dare to breathe for a moment.

Feitianzhu wasn't satisfied. After returning to the mountain gate, he set his sights on several other female disciples. However, he still had some reservations within the mountain gate and planned to capture them one by one in secret to make up for his losses and re-cultivate the Eighteen Beauties Form.

Her skills were originally quite remarkable, but she just happened to run into Wu Tian and Chi Limu, disciples of a major sect who cultivated top-tier Dao Embryo techniques, which is why she was beaten so miserably.

If it were anyone else, the eighteen beauties would have already captivated them, leaving them completely disoriented.

(End of this chapter)