Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

Skull Mountain, with its torn fissures resembling a hideous scar stretching across its belly, is where yin energy and fire veins intertwine, emitting crackling and popping sounds.

Gu Santong sat cross-legged on the edge of the crack, his burly body covered with dark blue-black runes remaining motionless, his withered face showing only a pair of pupils burning with scarlet flames.

His gaze pierced through the churning malevolent energy, locking onto the figure of the woman in the sea of ​​lava below.

The Crimson Wood floated at the center of the vortex where Yin and Yang met, its body surrounded by crimson clouds. An ancient sword hung above its head, its light like a crimson dragon coiling around it, keeping the scorching molten lava and the biting Yin energy at bay.

"The Li Huo Dao Body is Yang Fire, while the Drought Demon Form that I cultivate is Yin Fire."

Gu Santong's voice was hoarse, as if sand and gravel were rubbing together. "The second Dharma form I originally cultivated, the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Yin Demon Shuttle, complemented the Drought Demon form, one yin and one yang, and could open the door to immortality."

"It's just a pity that in the battle of Huangquan, the Black Mountain Demon and your Taiqing Daozi Bailong'er joined forces and killed one of his phases."

"However, it is a pleasant surprise to meet you with your Fire Dao Body. If we can cultivate together and develop a Yang Fire Dharma Image, with Yin Fire and Yang Fire complementing each other, it would be even more suitable for me than the Yin Mosuo of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths."

He slowly raised his withered fingers, a wisp of magical light gathering at his fingertips, reflecting the undisguised greed in his eyes. "Marry me, and use your physical body to help this immortal cultivate to the Dharma form. I will surely pamper you and let you enjoy all the riches and honors. Why not?"

Chi Limu's jet-black hair fell over his shoulders. His eyes were closed, his face was calm, and he showed no fear whatsoever, turning a deaf ear to the enemy's threats and inducements.

She was still wearing a simple blue dress, with some scarlet bloodstains on the hem and scorch marks from the lava.

Her face was as calm as an ancient well, with only a red incantation between her brows shining brightly. Golden light of merit flowed from her body, merging with the sword energy of the Southern Bright Fire Sword, weaving a triple light curtain around her.

The Qingli Ancient Sword rose and fell, scattering clear light. The crimson glow of the sword tassel flickered with her breath, giving her pale face a touch of color.

From beginning to end, she didn't exchange a single wasted word with Gu Santong. Instead, she continuously activated the "Nanming Li Huo Gong De Zhen Jun Fa" (a method of cultivating merit and virtue in the Southern Ming Dynasty), using the underground Yin-Yang veins to refine the seed of supernatural power, accumulate magical strength, and seek a chance for survival.

Seeing that Chi Limu was unmoved by reason, Gu Santong's eyes suddenly blazed with intense flames, and his corpse energy surged into the depths of the crack like a tidal wave: "Stubborn fool, do you think you can contend with this old man with this small patch of earthly evil energy?"

Flames surged in his palm, and the phantom of the drought demon appeared behind him. The blazing flames roared as they rushed towards the protective sword light of the Crimson Wood.

The drought demon was originally a corpse, belonging to Yin, but it cultivated an incomparably blazing flame. Wherever it passed, water and grass withered, the earth dried up, and droughts like natural disasters occurred.

Gu Santong cultivated his true form into the form of a drought demon, which already possessed the ability to manifest natural disasters with a mere thought, making him extremely terrifying.

Chi Limu didn't even open his eyes, but his mind was incredibly sharp as he sensed the enemy's movements, pushing the Nanming Lihuo Sword Technique to its limit.

The Qingli Ancient Sword hummed and trembled, its blade bursting with light like the rising sun. A sword aura tore through the baleful energy, shattering the sweeping drought demon fire into pieces.

The collision between the fiery sword energy and the pure Yin drought demon's true fire caused the lava beneath this land to surge violently, and the rock walls on both sides of the crack collapsed, revealing the interwoven earth veins deeper within.

"If you try to capture me by force, I will trigger a clash between Yin and Yang!"

Chi Limu didn't even raise his head, his tone was cold and clear, as if metal or stone had fallen to the ground, indifferent and decisive, "This place is already chaotic and unbalanced due to the intertwining of Yin fire."

"If you force me, I will use my Blazing Body as a catalyst, burn my life essence to activate the sword technique, and detonate the earth's veins in an instant."

"At that time, the entire mountain range will be reduced to dust. I will certainly die without a chance of survival, and your drought demon form will not be able to survive in the chaotic flow of yin and yang."

Gu Santong's movements suddenly froze, his withered face twitched slightly, and the firelight flickered uncertainly at his fingertips.

The reason he was at an impasse with this woman was because she was incredibly strong-willed and would rather die than submit.

Given his previous temperament, he wouldn't have cared about the woman's life or death; he would have acted decisively and driven her to her death. She was just a woman, after all.

However, the Li Huo Dao Body is rare, and more importantly, it complements his Han Ba ​​Dharma Form. If the two can cultivate together, even if they cannot develop a second Dharma Form, they will still have many benefits from using Li Huo to cleanse their Yin Fire.

Now that he has lost one of his Dharma images, it is equivalent to losing his life, and he can no longer be as willful as before.

He suppressed the rage in his heart, slowly withdrew his hand, and the corpse energy and firelight receded like a tide: "What's the use of you and I being locked in a stalemate here?"

"Did you really think you could wait for reinforcements?"

His gaze swept over the corpse aura that had somehow accumulated on the Crimson Wood Protective Sword Light, resembling mottled rust, and he advised, "The golden light of merit you have cultivated is gradually thinning, and the Li Huo Sword Qi is showing signs of decline."

"In three months at most, you won't even be able to hold a sword properly, let alone talk about dying together."

"At that point, you won't even be able to commit suicide. Wouldn't that make you completely at my mercy?"

"Why struggle like this?"

Chi Limu lowered her eyes and remained silent. Her knuckles turned slightly white, and a strand of charred black hair slipped from her sleeve. It was burned away by the Yin Fire when the sword light was shaken.

"Life and death are in the hands of fate. If I am unable to escape when the time comes, then it is the will of Heaven."

Upon hearing this, Gu Santong suddenly laughed, his voice dry like the cry of a night owl: "Since that's the case, then this old man will wait here with you for three months."

"I'd like to see who can come to your rescue!"

Chi Limu remained silent. She had no intention of expending even the slightest bit of energy. Every day, she protected herself with the golden light of merit and used the sword energy of Li Huo to cut through the lava and the erosion of Yin Sha, which consumed a great deal of energy.

If it weren't for the fact that the Li Huo Dao Body is naturally compatible with fire veins and constantly absorbs the essence of earth fire, it would have already been exhausted and fallen into ruin.

As her body floated and sank within the Earthly Fiends, she suddenly remembered a Miao song her grandfather used to sing to her when she was a child in White Dog Village: "Even with broken wings, the mountain eagle will not fall to the ground; even when the flame is extinguished, it will not bow its head..."

"Bai Long'er, are you alright?"

Where are you now?

She felt no resentment about her current predicament. Her fingertips traced the cold spine of the Qingli Sword, and her heart was heavy with emotion.

……

Trapped in the Sky Mountain, Spider Cave, Underwater Cave.

Wu Tian had no idea that Chi Limu was in dire straits and was thinking of him.

At this moment, he was completely captivated by the enchanting figure of Bizhu, the female demon.

Seeing Bizhu's long, slender legs unconsciously rub together slightly, Wu Tian's gurgling became even lower and more rapid.

He suddenly jumped onto the bed, his two paws touching Bizhu's cool body, which was only covered by a black veil.

This female demon was voluptuous and always dressed daringly, with a black veil covering her chest, revealing large expanses of her fair skin.

Wu Tian extended a furry paw and landed on the thin black veil. The scorching heat passed through his palm and onto that icy, jade-like skin.

Bizhu let out a short gasp, her four eyes widening simultaneously, and she instinctively reached out an arm to grab the dog's paw.

Her full breasts, compressed by the pressure and her tense breathing, appeared even more breathtakingly prominent.

Wu Tian lowered his dog head and stuck out his wet tongue... Bi Zhu tilted her head back, her four eyes half-open and half-closed, filled with mist, her originally cold gaze melting into a hazy, watery color.

Her long, black hair became even more disheveled as she struggled and tangled, with a few strands sticking to her sweaty forehead and cheeks.

Her slender, jade-like legs unconsciously curled and stretched, revealing her inner conflict and the gradually rising strangeness.

Inside the cave, only the rustling of spiders and the low barking of dogs could be heard.

Before anyone knew it, Yinshuang had arrived outside the cave entrance, prostrating herself at the entrance. Listening to Bizhu's soft sobs, she couldn't help but shake her head slightly.

She wasn't there to interrupt their good time; she was there to stay and watch over them.

Although the people in this underground water palace are all trustworthy demons, Wu Tian and Bi Zhu are at their most vulnerable and defenseless at this time.

It would be best if someone could protect the Dharma...

Inside the cave, a bronze lamp on a stone table casts dappled light and shadow onto the stone walls.

Bizhu, this spider spirit with wild vitality, let down all her defenses and revealed the most authentic side of a female demon.

After an unknown amount of time, a yellow-skinned mongrel lay down beside her, its head buried in the side of her neck, breathing heavily, its tail wagging slowly and involuntarily, a look of contentment and relaxation on its face.

Bizhu lay quietly, its four deep blue eyes gazing at the jagged rocks on the cave ceiling. After a moment of emptiness, its gaze slowly focused.

The demonic power around her gradually softened, her tense body slowly relaxed, and her fingers that were gripping Wu Tian's hair loosened. Instead, she unconsciously combed the messy yellow fur on the back of his neck. Her movements were clumsy but carried a strange sense of comfort, and the coolness of her fingertips blended with the warmth of the yellow dog's body.

Wu Tian squinted comfortably, making a satisfied gurgling sound in his throat. His tail slowly swept across the bed, and his head gently buried in the crook of her neck as his breathing gradually became steady.

Bizhu glanced at the wet stains and tiny canine teeth marks, and her heart felt full. An indescribable feeling of happiness and warmth enveloped her. She couldn't help but chuckle softly and scold, "You pervert!"

When Wu Tian awoke from his rare deep sleep, the female demon Bi Zhu had already woken up and begun her daily cultivation.

Upon discovering that Wu Tian had awakened, Bi Zhu slowly finished her practice, stretched, and her supple and voluptuous curves became even more astonishing.

"You stupid dog, you've finally woken up."

"You're so useless..."

Wu Tiangou's face stiffened slightly. This female demon was indeed different from ordinary women, so bold and straightforward. He barked as if to defend himself.

Seeing his expression, Bizhu couldn't help but giggle, and her ample bosom trembled again.

"Oh dear, my husband is not happy!"

After this experience, they became noticeably closer and spoke much more freely.

“Wu Tian, ​​I used to really hate that bitch Yin Shuang.” Bi Zhu pouted and said somewhat sullenly, “But yesterday she actually stood guard outside the cave to protect us.”

"This is so frustrating."

“If she had come to ruin our plans, I would have taken the opportunity to teach her a lesson, but instead she came to our aid.”

What should I do?

Wu Tian obediently rubbed against the junction of Bi Zhu's slender waist and plump, round buttocks, the warmth of his dog fur seeping through the thin gauze onto her fair skin.

He didn't dare say a word at this moment, but just gently flicked his tail, sweeping it along the curve, as if begging for mercy.

"Hmph, you stupid dog, you're such a nuisance."

Bizhu's tone was slightly irritated. Human-faced spiders are extremely possessive of their partners, and their jealousy is terrifying.

She absolutely did not want to share her partner with Silverfros, that bitch, but the fact that Silverfros didn't fight for her only made her feel more and more frustrated.

Just as the newlywed monster couple, enjoying their life together, were fretting over Silver Frost, the female dog pushed open the stone door and entered the cave.

"I will be going into seclusion to break through to become a great demon during this period. Please protect me."

Yinshuang spoke, but instead of barking as usual, it was a gentle, soothing female voice that calmed the mind.

The voice was like that of a mature and intellectual young woman in her thirties, without much jealousy or restlessness, but rather a calm and composed demeanor that came from having seen the world.

Wu Tian and Bi Zhu were both stunned; this was the first time Yin Shuang had spoken.

When Yinshuang's gaze fell on Bizhu, the female demon realized what was happening and subconsciously replied, "Okay."

Yinshuang glanced at Wu Tian, ​​who was clinging tightly to Bizhu, a half-smile playing on her gentle eyes. She slowly walked to Wu Tian's doghouse, lay down, and closed her eyes.

Even Wu Tian was somewhat stunned. Yin Shuang's performance was far too calm and natural. Was this a born demon?
It has to be said, she is much easier to coax than human women.

Bizhu came to her senses and felt ashamed of her behavior. She muttered, "What right do you, you bitch, have to order me around?"

Seeing that Yinshuang remained silent and a faint glow began to appear around her body, she said sullenly, "If it weren't for the fact that you protected me and Wu Lang earlier, I wouldn't have bothered with you!"

"Although I don't need your protection at all, I'll help you this time for Wu Lang's sake."

Wu Tian hadn't expected that what he thought would turn into a chaotic scene would be resolved so naturally.

Although it's not a complete solution, it's a good start.

"Wang Wang~"

He stuck out his warm tongue and licked Bizhu's jade-like hand, as if trying to please her.

After all, she obtained everything from Bizhu so easily. Even if she was a female demon, it would be right to coax her, wouldn't it?

Bizhu gradually calmed down. Since Yinshuang was so composed, she naturally didn't want to lose face. She snorted at Wu Tian, ​​"You should also hurry up and cultivate to become a great demon body as soon as possible."

"Are you really going to keep wearing this yellow dog's body and be with me forever...?"

She paused slightly mid-sentence, remembering her husband's extremely poor aptitude, and couldn't help but sigh softly: "Fine, I won't force you anymore. At most, I'll help you find more rare and precious herbs in the future..."

"Wow~"

Wu Tiangou barked, nuzzled against the female demon's soft body, and continued to immerse himself in his cultivation.

Time passed quickly within this dark underground water palace; three months had already gone by without anyone noticing. (End of Chapter)