Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

Chapter 142 My husband is currently being treated like a dog... (Please subscribe)
Just as Chen Jingzhen stepped out of the inn and was about to blend into the bustling crowd of Wangtian City, the space around him seemed to freeze suddenly.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no ripples from the collision of magical forces, only a cow hoof covered with coarse, stiff blue hair, as large as a millstone, which seemed to emerge directly from the void and silently pressed down.

Before Chen Jingzhen could even react, the protective aura vanished like a bubble.

He felt as if his entire body was instantly sealed by an irresistible and terrifying force, and even his primordial spirit was frozen in ice, his consciousness instantly plunging into boundless darkness.

With a gentle tread of its hoof, the primordial spirit cultivator was swept away as easily as a speck of dust, leaving only a barely perceptible wisp of wind behind, which was then blown away without attracting anyone's attention.

On the top floor of the inn, Chu Qingyu was sitting cross-legged on the bed.

Her face, unadorned, was as smooth and radiant as jade. A plain silver hairpin was tucked into her temple, and a few strands of her dark hair fell down her neck, making her neck appear even whiter and longer, gleaming with a delicate luster like the finest mutton fat jade.

She wore a moon-white brocade waist-cinching long dress with a slightly open neckline, revealing a small patch of her delicate collarbone. The dress was made of a light and thin material, which subtly outlined her voluptuous yet not bulky figure. Although her waist was not as slender as a young girl's, it had the unique soft and charming curves of a mature woman.

Her ankles, peeking out from under the skirt, were rounded and delicate, and her skin glowed with a faint pearl color in the dim indoor light, every inch of which exuded a delicate, carefully nourished quality.

Even when she is meditating, the natural upward curve of the corners of her eyes when she lowers her gaze carries an indescribable charm, making her look like a beautiful and charming young woman.

Man Xiongmu and the others were imprisoned aside, their minds blank, and they instinctively obeyed orders like puppets.

About an hour later, the inn door was gently pushed open, and 'Chen Jingzhen' walked back with a normal expression.

Chu Qingyu slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes were clear and bright, and her gaze was filled with concern.

When she saw her husband, she hurriedly got up from the bed. Her figure swayed, and the moon-white skirt clung to her body with her movements, making her full breasts and rounded hips even more clearly, but it did not appear vulgar at all. Instead, it made people feel that it was a wonderful charm nurtured by the years and love.

She walked up to Chen Jingzhen, her voice gentle: "Senior brother, is everything arranged?"

"Yes, it has been sent out using a secret method. The person on the mountain will receive it soon."

Chen Jingzhen nodded, his tone unchanged from usual, and his gaze naturally swept over the few people from the Southern Frontier in the room whose faces were as stiff as corpses—namely, Man Xiongmu, Wen Ruyun, Shi Yu, Wu Xiaer, Chen Chunjiao, and others who were closely related to him.

Besides them, there were also a dozen or so unrelated members of the White Dog Village clan and cultivators from Skull Mountain, all imprisoned here. Although they did not have serious external injuries, their auras were weak, clearly indicating that they had suffered considerable torture and restrictions.

“Wangtian City is located at the foot of Xuantian Peak, and there are eyes and ears everywhere. The inn is too conspicuous. Our group is large and our behavior is strange. Many people were looking at us when I went out just now.”

Chen Jingzhen spoke solemnly, “At this critical moment, we should be more cautious than careless.”

“Just in case, I’ll immediately move them to the base we’ve arranged in advance. It’s not very convenient, and there’s no food, but as long as these people are alive, that’s enough.” He paused, his tone hardening. “If they’re no longer of any use, we’ll kill them in a few days anyway.”

The reason they stayed at the inn was that some of these dozen or so ordinary people still needed to eat, and it would be more convenient for them to relieve themselves at the inn.

Chu Qingyu didn't find anything wrong with what she heard, nor did she suspect anything. She raised her hand and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Her fingertips were slender and rounded, and her nails were neatly trimmed, with a healthy light pink color.

Whether it was the situation at the base or the aura, behavior, tone, and demeanor of her "husband," everything was exactly the same as before, and she had absolutely no doubts.

With the situation outside in turmoil and Huang Yunshan in a bad state, she was also somewhat worried. After thinking for a moment, she said, "My husband, what you said makes sense. Why don't I go with you? We might as well stay at the stronghold and avoid attracting attention in the inn."

Chen Jingzhen shook his head. "It's better for the two of us to stay in this inn. If we get targeted by someone, we can separate from these hostages and avoid being caught in the process."

He looked at Chu Qingyu, his gaze falling on her still beautiful face. "Even if the sect suspects something, it has nothing to do with them if my wife and I stay at the inn."

"Later I will use the Great Sun Golden Light Technique to disappear without a trace, come without a trace and go without a trace, lock them in the basement underground, without anyone knowing, and then sneak back."

"Let's stay in the inn and wait for news."

Chu Qingyu also thought it made sense. She stepped forward, raised her hand and gently pulled on 'Chen Jingzhen's' sleeve. Her palm was warm and soft, and her skin was so delicate that it seemed as if you could squeeze water out of it.

She looked up at him and said, "Husband, be careful."

"Don't worry." With a flick of his sleeve, Chen Jingzhen enveloped Man Xiongmu and the dozen or so others with a gentle yet irresistible magical power. It was the purest Great Sun Golden Light Technique, one of the wondrous uses of the Great Sun Heavenly Wheel Divine Power.

As the golden sunlight descended, the figures of the dozen or so people seemed to be swallowed up by the sunlight. If one's cultivation level was insufficient, one would not be able to see these people even if they were standing right in front of them.

Chen Jingzhen slipped out of the inn without a sound, but instead of heading to the so-called stronghold, he went straight to Xuantian Peak.

Before long, they arrived at the mountain gate, where Bai Qian was already waiting to greet them. With a gentle wave of her hand, she took the dozen or so people away and used her magic to suppress them, preventing them from waking up for the time being.

"Qianqian, look after them for a while, and we'll talk when I get back," Chen Jingzhen said, his voice now sounding like Wu Tian's.

Bai Qian frowned: "Don't call me Qianqian with that face. It's disgusting. Go, but be careful."

Wu Tian chuckled. Niu Youde had already firmly grasped the movements of Chen Jingzhen and his wife. Wu Tian received the news the moment they entered Wangtian City.

After repeated pleas, Niu Youde finally agreed to let him go to Wangtian City, since it was located at the foot of Xuantian Peak and his safety was guaranteed.

"I'll leave this place to you. I'm off!" He didn't dare to waste too much time, so he deliberately showed his face at the mountain gate under the guise of 'Chen Jingzhen' before swaggering off from Xuantian Peak toward Wangtian City Inn.

Chu Qingyu felt a pang of gloom when she saw that her husband had taken quite a while to return. But she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him come back.

Her skirt draped down to her ankles, and the slight opening at the chest accentuated her snow-white skin.

She walked up to Chen Jingzhen, looked up and asked, "Husband, is everything alright? Why did it take you so long to come back..."

Wu Tian, ​​disguised as Chen Jingzhen, said, "When we returned, we found that there were many more eyes and ears around us. Our whereabouts must have been exposed."

He stepped forward and naturally put his arm around Chu Qingyu's waist—it was soft and warm to the touch, and although her waist was somewhat plump, it was supple and elastic, just the right size to be held in one hand.

His tone turned somber: "My lady, the recent turmoil has been quite unsettling for me."

"The Ancestral Hall is closing in, and Master is in seclusion. The future is uncertain!"

Chu Qingyu sensed the pressure and dependence in her "husband's" words, and her heart softened. She nestled into his arms, her chest gently pressed against his arm, the soft touch clearly discernible.

She tilted her head back, her hair brushing against Chen Jingzhen's neck, her voice as soft as water: "Senior brother, there's no need to worry. Father will definitely break through to True Immortal, and then all the difficulties will be easily resolved."

"We are husband and wife, one body, and we will overcome this difficulty together."

"Fortunately, my wife is here with me." Wu Tian lowered his head, his chin gently stroking Chu Qingyu's hair, the faint fragrance of her hair lingering around his nose. His heart was filled with malice. "You harmed my wife, just you wait and see if I don't mess with your wife."

The Supreme Refining Form Technique was operating at full power within his body, simulating all of Chen Jingzhen's aura, expression, and even fluctuations in magical power.

At the same time, his fingers gently stroked Chu Qingyu's back, his fingertips tracing the soft skin beneath her moon-white silk dress, carrying a certain suggestive meaning.

Chu Qingyu and Chen Jingzhen had been in love for hundreds of years, so she was extremely familiar with her husband's subtle actions.

Feeling that familiar caress and her "husband's" gradually warming body temperature, a faint blush rose on her cheeks, like fine rouge spreading, making her already radiant face even more beautiful.

Her eyes sparkled with a hint of shyness and submission. In this state, she had lost all trace of the aloofness of a cultivator and was instead a beautiful young woman nourished by love.

Both husband and wife were passionate about this practice, which was not only a pleasure in their private lives but also beneficial to their spiritual cultivation. They cultivated the Great Sun Heavenly Wheel Divine Power and the Great Moon Dharma Wheel Divine Power respectively, and when they combined, they became the Sun and Moon Heavenly Wheel.

Every act of intimacy is a form of spiritual practice.

"Good wife, now is the time for you to cultivate diligently." Wu Tian's voice was a little hoarse.

Chu Qingyu assumed he was seeking comfort under pressure, so she let out a soft moan and did not resist. Instead, she tiptoed and brought her soft lips close to his.

Her lips were warm and soft, carrying a sweet scent, and her eyes held an even stronger allure: "But didn't you say there are many more spies outside? People have overheard..."

"It's alright, let them hear it." Wu Tian put his arm around her waist, tightening his grip even more.

"You bad person... uh..." Chu Qingyu's voice was as soft as cotton wool, with a hint of coquettishness, as she snuggled completely into her "husband's" arms.

……

Meanwhile, in the room right next to the inn, separated by only a wall, the real Chen Jingzhen slowly woke up.

He discovered that his magical powers were sealed, and he was trapped in a corner like a mortal. If he could break free, he would find that he was actually sealed inside a bronze mirror.

He was somewhat alarmed, but he also knew that he must have encountered a master.

After calming down a bit, recalling the cow hoof that had fallen from the sky earlier, she began to guess what had attacked her: "It was that cow..."

The blue ox, however, had its eyes shining and was watching with great interest. "This little rascal really knows how to play."

Seeing that Chen Jingzhen had woken up, it tapped the mirror, and the scene in the next room immediately appeared in front of Chen Jingzhen.

There was another 'Chen Jingzhen' embracing Chu Qingyu. The neckline of her moon-white dress had been pulled open slightly, revealing a small patch of smooth skin and delicate collarbone. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were hazy. She was leaning softly in 'Chen Jingzhen's' arms.

That charming and alluring appearance was the one Chen Jingzhen was most familiar with in the past.

"No!!!" Chen Jingzhen's eyes were bloodshot, and a silent roar erupted in his heart. It was as if all the blood in his body was rushing to his head.

He struggled frantically, but how could he possibly break the restrictions set up by Niu Youde?
They could only watch helplessly as the imposter, with his appearance, showered his wife with excessive "affection"...

Chu Qingyu's hair was disheveled over her shoulders, and faint red marks gradually appeared on her snow-white neck. Her occasional soft moans were like thousands of poisonous needles, piercing Chen Jingzhen's heart.

Anger, humiliation, fear, despair... all sorts of emotions surged and boiled in his chest like magma, almost tearing him apart.

He wished he could rush out immediately, tear that imposter to pieces, and kill that bitch Chu Qingyu...

No, Qingyu has been deceived!
It's all that damn imposter's fault!
It's Bai Long'er! It must be that damned dog!

My wife was attacked by a dog...

what!what!what!
He felt like he was going completely insane. An indescribable sense of shame welled up inside him, filled with pain and helplessness, and even the taste of blood filled his mouth.

"Yu'er was killed by a dog..."

"what do I do……"

"what!!!"

……

Inside the inn, the clouds dispersed and the rain stopped.

Chu Qingyu, her face still flushed, lay languidly in Chen Jingzhen's arms.

Her moon-white silk dress was scattered messily on the bed, revealing her snow-white shoulders and arms, which were covered with a thin layer of sweat and shone with an alluring luster.

Her hair was disheveled, with a few strands clinging to her sweaty forehead, but she didn't look disheveled at all; instead, it added a touch of post-coital naiveté.

Her slender, soft fingers gently traced circles on Chen Jingzhen's chest, her voice hoarse and alluring from recent passion: "Senior brother, you seem unusually different today."

Wu Tian felt a chill run down his spine. He had been a little too excited just now, even more so than Chen Jingzhen usually was.

But he remained expressionless, his fingertips gently stroking Chu Qingyu's smooth back, feeling the delicate touch of her skin, and said gently, "Perhaps it's due to the pressure, or perhaps... you feel more and more precious to Madam, and are afraid of losing her."

His tone carried just the right amount of lingering fear and deep affection, his gaze fixed on Chu Qingyu's still beautiful face, perfectly playing the role of "husband".

Chu Qingyu had no doubts; on the contrary, she was even more moved. She raised her head, rubbed her cheek against Chen Jingzhen's chest, hugged his waist tightly, and said in a voice as soft as a feather, "Senior brother, don't talk nonsense. We will never be separated."

"Um……"

Just as the couple were deeply in love, their expressions suddenly changed, and they both looked westward.

Suddenly, the clear sky above Wangtian City to the west shone brightly.

It was not sunlight, but a soft yet undeniable golden light, like mercury spilling across the ground, spreading out and rendering half the city peaceful.

The chanting of Buddhist hymns was faint, and heavenly flowers rained down.

(End of this chapter)