Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

During the Battle of Duanlong Ridge, the Great Crimson Heavenly Venerable descended to the mortal realm, and Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva stirred up Mount Sumeru, with even the aura of the Great Sun Tathagata appearing.

This earth-shattering event spread throughout the entire world in a very short time, and almost all well-informed cultivators knew about it.

Northwest, Lishan Mountain.

This place is where demonic cultivators reside. There is a witch named Qingli who practices the art of shepherding the people, treating all living beings as livestock, and cultivating an immortal demonic body.

Humans within her territory are all her demonic offspring; even if their true forms perish, they can be resurrected from other demonic offspring.

Although this demon's supernatural abilities are not particularly powerful, it has an extremely strong ability to protect itself, possesses countless demonic seeds, and is extremely difficult to kill.

However, Zhu Yeshuang traveled throughout the Northwest and, through her own spiritual perception, discovered that Mount Li was actually the place most suitable for her to attain enlightenment.

As long as she can establish a Daoist temple in Lishan, her breakthrough to the Loose Immortal realm will be a natural progression, without any bottlenecks or obstacles.

Therefore, ever since her sect went to war with the Northwest Demon God Sect, she volunteered to go to Lishan to kill the witch Qingli and attain enlightenment there.

His disciple, Chi Limu, also accompanied him.

Chi Limu is now a cultivator specializing in magic, practicing the "Nanming Li Huo Gong De Zhen Jun Fa" (Southern Bright Fire Merit True Lord Method). His training and practice on the Northwest battlefield can accumulate merit and hone his swordsmanship, which is of great benefit to his cultivation.

The master and apprentice have been on the Northwest battlefield for more than four years, experiencing countless battles and taking action almost every so often.

The Qingli Witch herself possessed combat power equivalent to a top-tier Nascent Soul cultivator, and her ability to protect herself was incredibly strong. Crucially, she also joined forces with eight other demon god cultivators to establish a small kingdom called the Jiuli Kingdom.

The ruler of the Nine Li Kingdom is incredibly powerful, and ordinary rogue immortals are no match for him. The Qingli witch is one of his generals, and she herds millions of livestock in the Li Mountains. She also has dozens of male concubines, each with their own supernatural abilities.

Therefore, not only does the Qingli witch have the protection of the Jiuli king, but the power of her many male lovers is even greater than that of the witch herself.

Knowing that she would find it difficult to kill the Qingli witch in a short time, Zhu Yeshuang had been trying to eliminate her lovers and henchmen over the years, leaving the female demon isolated and helpless.

Then we'll find a way to break his demonic powers and kill him.

Four years of assassinations, raids, and seductions have nearly wiped out Qingli Witch's lovers and available manpower.

In the current situation where Buddhism and Taoism are joining forces to attack the Northwest, although she is quite beautiful and her attainments in the dual cultivation path are so great that even Nascent Soul cultivators are obsessed with her, she still finds it difficult to attract more powerful cultivators.

Seeing that Zhu Yeshuang had led more than a dozen disciples of Taiqing Temple to slaughter all the experts within her Lishan area, the Qingli witch simply hid away and stayed inside.

Her path of cultivation is extremely unique, with demonic seeds spread among millions of livestock, and her true form can change at any time.

Even though Zhu Yeshuang tried every possible method, she was still at a loss.

Unless all those millions of livestock are killed, there is no way to break their demonic power.

Just then, the Battle of Duanlong Ridge shocked the world.

Even the disciples of Taiqing Temple on the Northwest battlefield received the news immediately.

At the foot of Lishan Mountain, a dozen miles away, Zhu Yeshuang and a dozen Taiqing Temple disciples used this place as their temporary residence.

"What? The Great Crimson Heavenly Venerable descended to the mortal realm, and Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva summoned Mount Sumeru. The two fought an earth-shattering battle at Broken Dragon Ridge?"

"What was the result? Who won and who lost?"

"Is there even a question? Of course it's the Great Crimson Heavenly Venerable. Even if it's Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva, how could he possibly be compared to the Heavenly Venerable?"

A dozen or so disciples of Taiqing Temple gathered together, discussing excitedly.

They fought fiercely on the front lines of the Northwest battlefield, rarely having any leisure time. In their spare time, they would seize every opportunity to cultivate, otherwise they might perish at any moment on such a brutal battlefield.

However, news from Duanlong Ridge arrived today, and it involved a powerful figure like the Heavenly Venerable. Even Chi Limu, who was usually the most diligent, couldn't help but get involved and listen to the information his fellow disciples had gathered.

They all knew that the Great Crimson Heavenly Venerable was the founder of the Taiqing Temple lineage and the patriarch of the Taiqing Dao.

When the patriarch descended to the mortal realm, displaying his supernatural powers and awe-inspiring the eight directions, the disciples of Taiqing Temple also shared in the glory.

"This battle at Duanlong Ridge is naturally the focus of the world's attention, but for my Taiqing Temple, there is another matter that can be described as a shocking scandal." A Taiqing Temple disciple said this, his face revealing indignation.

"What is it? Senior Brother Zheng, please tell us quickly." The surrounding disciples couldn't help but ask curiously.

The Taiqing Temple disciple who had spoken earlier looked up at Chi Limu, his expression revealing a hint of smugness. "According to the information I've received, the commotion at Duanlong Ridge this time is related to our dog, Daozi."

Before Chi Limu could even speak, the moment the words "Dog Daozi" were uttered, some of the disciples around him showed unpleasant expressions.

Wu Tian's prestige on Xuantian Peak has grown increasingly stronger in recent years, and many disciples respect him greatly. His reputation as auspicious creature born of heaven is becoming more and more widespread.

The disciples of Taiqing Temple, especially those active on the Northwest battlefield, believed that their own Daoist master could bring them good fortune.

Being called "Dog Daozi" to his face immediately displeased the other disciples.

"Senior Brother Zheng, please be careful with your words. That is a Daoist disciple of my Taiqing Temple."

Someone immediately spoke up, their tone slightly somber.

The disciple surnamed Zheng's tone grew increasingly aggressive: "Daoist disciple? He's worthy of the title?!"

Do you know what exactly happened at Broken Dragon Ridge?

“That dog, he…”

hum!
Before he could finish speaking, a crimson sword light, like a bolt of lightning, tore through the sky, emitting a clear, resonant hum.

Chi Limu stood with her sword in her arms, wearing a light blue dress with a belt around her slender waist. Her hair was loose, with only a black headband piercing through it, which added a touch of heroic spirit to her fair and delicate face.

However, the ancient sword in the scabbard had disappeared at some point, transforming into a pure and exquisite sword light that hovered between Senior Brother Zheng's eyebrows.

"Bai Long'er is my junior brother, and also the sect's disciple."

"If you dare to be disrespectful again, don't blame me for being impolite."

The senior brother surnamed Zheng, his face ashen, stared at Chi Limu without flinching, and said with a sneer, "If you knew what your junior brother had done, you probably wouldn't be pointing your sword at me so confidently."

"Even if it were Master Zhu, he would probably banish that dog from the family."

The surrounding disciples, hearing his confident words, understood that something major must have happened at Duanlong Ridge, otherwise Senior Brother Zheng would never have so recklessly attacked the sect's disciple.

At this moment, the disciple surnamed Zheng no longer kept him in suspense and spoke directly: "Now the matter of Duanlong Ridge has spread throughout the world. Everyone knows that my Daoist son of Taiqing Temple is a naturally auspicious white dragon."

"To save their own lives, they devoured their own children."

"Did you know? That vicious dog actually devoured its own son alive in order to survive."

"Such a heinous act, does it even deserve to be called a father? Does it even deserve to be a disciple of my sect?"

"Even his wife, Bai Qian, one of the eight great demon immortals in the world, turned against him and left with their daughter."

“Such vicious dogs should be beaten to death.”

"Staying alive would only tarnish the reputation of my Taiqing Temple."

Upon hearing this, everyone was immediately speechless, dumbfounded, and could hardly believe their ears. "This, how is this possible?"

"How could Daozi do such a thing?"

Some disciples murmured in disbelief.

"This matter has already spread throughout the land and is known to all. How could I lie? If you don't believe me, you can go and verify it." The senior brother surnamed Zheng sneered and said to Chi Limu, "Junior Sister Chi Limu, are you still going to attack me for that vicious dog?"

The surrounding disciples were in an uproar, and soon some began to contact their fellow disciples, masters, and friends through magical artifacts or secret techniques.

Before long, someone received a reply.

The information provided by this person has been verified to be true.

"How could this be? Why? Why would he do such a thing?" someone murmured, still unable to believe that such a horrific tragedy could happen in this world.

"Even tigers don't eat their cubs! How dare he?! He's utterly unfit to be a father, utterly unfit to be a father!"

"Is there some hidden story behind this?" someone asked, frowning.

"What hidden story could there be? Even if there were a huge hidden story, would he really kill his own son? No, he would devour his own son alive. Such a depraved act, even if he had the most compelling reason, what could he do?"

Senior Brother Zheng looked at him with disdain. “We are born as human beings, unlike those beasts. If we were to encounter such a thing, even if someone put a sword to my neck, I would rather die than harm a single hair on my child’s head.”

"That beast was greedy for life and afraid of death. He wanted to live a life of shame, so he killed his own son."

"How can such a vicious dog have the face to be a disciple of my sect?"

"Gentlemen, I intend to submit a petition to the sect requesting the abolition of this vicious dog's position. Are any of you willing to join me?"

Bang!

Chi Limu sheathed his sword and left without looking back.

Upon seeing this, a disciple from another sect quickly called out to her, "Junior sister, don't be angry, this matter has nothing to do with you."

"Exactly, what does that vicious dog eating its own child have to do with you, Junior Sister?"

The people behind him spoke, but Chi Limu ignored them and soon disappeared from their sight.

Two disciples wanted to give chase, but upon seeing the other party, they couldn't help but snort coldly at the same time.

"Hey Lao Hu, you're so old, how dare you pursue Junior Sister Chi Li? You're old enough to be her father."

“Junior Brother Yue, we cultivators have long lifespans. Since we are fellow disciples, we are of the same generation. A beautiful lady is sought after by a gentleman. I am not yet married, so why can’t I pursue Junior Sister Chi Li?”

As the two were talking, Chi Limu's figure had already disappeared.

……

Chi Limu walked with his sword in hand, and soon arrived at a house made of bricks and stones. This was Zhu Yeshuang's place of cultivation.

Inside the house, Zhu Yeshuang, dressed in red with her hair tied up with a gold ring, had her eyes closed and was enveloped in a faint glow.

She sat upright on the bed, a fire dragon sword lying across her lap. The scabbard was ancient and inscribed with incantations that intertwined into intricate patterns, seemingly trying to restrain the fierce blade that resembled a dragon.

This sword was forged by her using the fire pit underground in Skull Mountain. It is perfectly suited to her own supernatural powers. With a thought, it can transform into a fire dragon soaring into the sky, with blazing flames and a menacing sword aura.

In the past few years, at least dozens of demons have died under his Fire Dragon Sword, and countless ordinary cultivators who practiced demonic arts have been slaughtered.

She was sitting cross-legged in meditation when suddenly her brows furrowed.

A knock came from outside the door, and Chi Limu's voice rang out.

"Master, your disciple requests an audience with you."

Zhu Yeshuang could tell from the rhythm of the knocking and Chi Limu's tone that her disciple was somewhat unsettled, so she immediately asked, "What's the matter that you're so flustered?"

"Get in here now, you're a disgrace."

The stern rebuke startled Chi Limu outside the door. He took a deep breath, calmed his agitation, and then pushed open the door and went inside.

Upon entering the room, she saw her master sitting cross-legged on the bed. She respectfully clasped her sword, bowed, and said, "Disciple greets Master."

Zhu Yeshuang kept her eyes tightly closed, not even looking at her, and asked in a cold tone, "What is it?"

Chi Limu's tone turned slightly somber as he said, "Master, I just received news that a great battle has taken place at Duanlong Ridge. It is said... it is said..."

She bit her lip and said with some difficulty, "I heard them say that my junior brother devoured his own son..."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yeshuang remained calm, not even blinking, and asked indifferently, "So what? Is what they say necessarily true? Even if it is true, so what?"

"Or do you think Bai Long'er would do something like killing her own child?"

Chi Limu shook his head. "No, Master, of course I don't believe my junior brother would do such a thing."

"But now, my fellow disciples are talking about him incessantly, expressing utter contempt and their words are incredibly...incredibly harsh..."

Zhu Yeshuang finally opened her eyes slowly. Her pupils seemed to be filled with crimson light, intertwined with sword energy, which even made the simple house shine brightly with the crimson light.

“Chi Limu, I see that your cultivation of the Dao heart is becoming more and more unbearable.”

What others say is none of your business.

Even if a thousand people point fingers and ten thousand people curse, so what?

"No matter how vile the words, they cannot harm me or shake my will. As long as my Dao heart remains steadfast, the rumors and gossip from the outside world are nothing more than a gentle breeze. What can they do to me?"

She paused slightly at this point: "Bai Long'er is my disciple, and that dog has practically grown up under my nose. I know his dog-like temper all too well."

"Although he is vindictive and petty, he has always respected his teachers and was extremely protective of his own."

“He has always been rebellious at heart. Although he pretends to be honest in front of me, I know that he is an unyielding person.”

"I absolutely do not believe that he killed his own son."

"Even if that's the case, there must be more to it than meets the eye."

When Zhu Yeshuang said this, her tone was resolute, without the slightest hesitation.

"You, as my senior sister, rushed here in such a panic, do you expect me to comfort you?"

As Chi Limu listened to her master's words, her initially flustered heart gradually calmed down. She was born with the Li Huo Dao Body, possessing exceptional talent, and had fought on the Northwest battlefield for many years, so she was not in such a panic.

Hearing her fellow disciples filled with righteous indignation and looking at her with disdain and alienation, she immediately thought of her junior brother, Bai Long'er.

If even he himself could hear such vicious rumors, what kind of torment must his junior brother be enduring? (End of Chapter)