Cultivation: Starting from a Mortal Bone

Liu Zixiao didn’t think much of it.

The main thing was, she would never imagine that their Saintess would deceive her on something like this.

She was the most steadfast Elder standing on Sect Leader Su Xihe’s side.

"You—really, you’re still too impulsive." Liu Zixiao sighed.

This counted as one of Su Xiyue’s flaws.

She wanted too badly to prove herself, to establish authority and solidify the Sect Leader’s standing.

In the end, she was still a young girl, lacking experience, not knowing what it meant to be shrewd or handle things smoothly.

Not that she wasn’t clever, but she simply had focused all her heart on cultivation since childhood, so her mind was weak in these areas—it made sense.

Besides, her temperament was always chilly and aloof, unwilling to interact with others.

"If anything were to happen to you, how would I explain it to the Sect Leader?"

Liu Zixiao was full of helplessness.

She knew Sect Leader Su Xihe too well—if her little sister suffered any mishap, Su Xihe might lose all reason and seek revenge.

Su Xiyue let out a breath of relief.

Compared to being scolded a bit by Liu Zixiao, it was miles better than having it discovered that she, the Saintess, had snuck out to find a man, right?!

She absolutely couldn’t imagine what Liu Zixiao’s face would look like if she ever learned the truth.

"Next time you go out, remember to take me with you. With me there, I can at least ensure you’re safe."

Knowing well the Saintess’s character, Liu Zixiao didn’t nag too much, just reminded her gently.

"Mm."

Su Xiyue nodded calmly, but inside her embroidered shoe, her toes were already curling up tight.

This kind of thing—

How exactly was she supposed to bring Liu Zixiao along?!

Some indescribable scenes suddenly flashed through her mind...

The lake of her heart rippled, wave after wave, the more she tried to calm herself, the more those inexplicable thrills surged forth.

Under Liu Zixiao’s gaze, her cheeks began to flush, eroding her usual composure.

"Xiyue, why is your face getting redder and redder?"

Liu Zixiao soon noticed the change, subconsciously thinking her injury was acting up, and grew a bit anxious.

Only then did Su Xiyue notice her slip, instinctively raising a hand to her cheek, and at her fingertips she felt a burning heat, making her even more flustered.

What am I even thinking?!

How could something like that possibly happen?

"Let me have a look..."

Liu Zixiao reached out to check her, but Su Xiyue reacted quickly, "Aunt Liu, I’m fine—just now... my injury flared up."

"Didn’t I tell you to stay here and heal, and yet you’re wandering everywhere..."

Liu Zixiao was halfway through her nagging when she realized there was... something a little off.

Su Xiyue said her injury was relapsing.

Yet aside from that unintentional blush on her cheek and the clear, drum-like beating of her heart, there didn’t seem to be any other abnormality.

No signs of messed-up breathing or unstable spiritual power—none at all.

This wasn’t what injury relapse looked like.

If anything, it resembled a maiden newly awakened to love...

What nonsense!

How could she even think that?!

She shook her head quickly, as if to forcibly scatter that absurd idea out of her mind.

Su Xiyue had grown up under her watch.

Liu Zixiao believed she understood this Saintess, and even that Sect Leader’s temperament, inside-out—such ridiculous occurrences could never happen to Su Xiyue!

"Aunt Liu, I want to recover my injury a bit."

Su Xiyue sensed the oddness in her gaze and, fearing she’d see something out of place, immediately sat cross-legged, dodging eye contact.

"Mm, focus on healing. Remember, until your injury’s healed, don’t act rashly, so you don’t aggravate it."

Liu Zixiao’s words still carried concern, and she slid lightly out of the room.

Only—

When she reached the door, she turned back for another look.

There was still that tiny bit that felt...

Strange.

What exactly was it?

As the door closed softly and the footsteps faded into silence, Su Xiyue finally let out a long breath, and the tension in her chest relaxed a little.

Suddenly she realized—she was really anxious.

Well, of course.

After all, it was just after... getting off the boat.

She hadn’t quite calmed down yet, and happened to run into Liu Zixiao, making it impossible to recover her usual serenity.

If she got a bit more time to adjust her mindset and physical reactions, she definitely wouldn’t be so flustered.

Looks like next time, she’d better come back earlier.

Clearing her mind of these distractions, Su Xiyue quickly calmed herself and focused on the warm current flowing within her body.

After suffering through the night...

The warm current inside her had visibly grown—at the same time, she could sense her injury healing faster, and the improvement of her root bone had sped up a bit.

Her efforts had paid off!

But clearly, the warm current’s scale still wasn’t enough. She’d probably have to find that junior cultivator again.

For some reason, Su Xiyue couldn’t help but think of him.

Last night, when she went to that little courtyard, she sensed there were several people inside.

That junior cultivator really did have a Dao Companion.

Her guess was right—he’d stayed because his Dao Companion was still in Lin Xian City, and hadn’t left.

She hadn’t expected him to be such a loyal and affectionate person.

Her sister had told her, people in this world aren’t to be trusted. So-called affection and loyalty are just illusions—if the lure of profit is strong enough, anyone will tear off their mask.

She’d seen it for herself: some cultivators, for the sake of joining an Immortal Sect, would cut themselves off from the mundane world, abandon wife and children.

Because of this, she looked at people and things with cold eyes, as if she’d already seen through the truth of the world.

Qin Yu surprised this fairy.

He was clearly cautious, yet for the sake of his Dao Companion, he risked his life.

Before, Su Xiyue might not have cared much, but ever since even Lian Yun Danzi turned traitor and left the Immortal Sect, she’s found the value of those with real loyalty even more precious.

If they can disregard life and death, could they still be enticed by profit?

[Su Xiyue Romantic Point: 10 (Initial Acquaintance)]

Qin Yu, acting as though he’d just awoken, saw the fire’s prompt and was quite surprised.

What’s going on with this Xiyue Fairy?

She looked so cold, but not even a day and the Romantic Point had gone up by twenty.

Looks like... there’s hope!

Maybe some people think he was too weak in front of the fairy, but in this ruthless world, without enough strength, how’s he supposed to be assertive?!

What on earth for?

He could clearly see the indifference in Xiyue Fairy’s gaze—maybe a junior cultivator like him was nothing more than an ant in her eyes.

And anyway, she was still hostile. If he didn’t act cautiously, and happened to anger the fairy, that would be the end.

Just like back when it was the beautiful master—Qin Yu only got the upper hand after he gained the Pure Yang Divine Body.

Back to Liu Zixiao.

After returning to her own residence, she thought back and forth, still feeling something odd about her Saintess, so she decided to inform Sect Leader Su Xihe.

She took out the Sound Transmission Stone.