Cultivation: Starting from a Mortal Bone

The next day.

The disciples of Cyan Mountain Sect gathered inside Lin Xian City, and under Elder Liu Zixiao’s leadership, they headed together toward the Ruins Rift.

Su Xiyue stood quietly by the window, watching Liu Zixiao and the others gradually recede into the distance. For some reason, a strange sense of relief welled up inside her.

She knew that Liu Zixiao had been watching her closely these past few days, so she hadn’t gone to seek out Qin Yu. Now, with no more obstacles, she could properly enhance her Root Bone.

The large-scale departure of Cyan Mountain Sect disciples naturally caught the attention of Danxin Herb Hall.

"They’ve finally left."

Upon hearing that the people from Cyan Mountain Sect had headed for the Ruins Rift, a look of relief appeared on Yin Qinghe’s face.

Although Cyan Mountain Sect was not as aggressive as Hundred Sword Sect in forcing loose cultivators to scout the Ruins Rift, it was still an Immortal Sect—a mountain weighing down on everyone.

As long as they’re in the city for a day, all cultivators are suffocated beneath their shadow.

After all, loose cultivators’ lives are worthless in the eyes of the Immortal Sects. If anything goes wrong, those at the bottom, like them, will be the first to suffer.

Compared to Yin Qinghe’s sense of relief, Qin Yu’s feelings were more complex.

"I wonder if Fairy Xiyue has left..."

He thought he’d rekindled his former fate with the Fairy, but unexpectedly, it was only for two nights.

He never asked for much, but an indescribable anxiety crept into his heart, making him privately worry for Fairy Xiyue’s situation.

Though Qin Yu couldn’t see the games played at the Immortal Sect level, he’d gleaned a few clues from what happened at the Ruins.

Hundred Sword Sect was powerful.

Rumor had it Cyan Mountain Sect was working with the Demon Sect, but—can it really be trusted?!

Even cultivators within a single city hardly trust each other, much less those lofty Immortal Sects above them.

Of course, Qin Yu wasn’t worried about that; he believed the Cyan Mountain Sect leadership had their own considerations.

His concern was for Su Xiyue’s personal safety!

He always felt that Demoness from the Demon Sect had sinister intentions toward Fairy Xiyue.

Sigh.

He still had leverage, held in that demoness’s hands.

He had to hurry and improve his own strength!

Root Bone.

Cultivation.

Divine Body.

They all needed to be strengthened, and fast.

"What’s wrong?"

Yin Qinghe seemed to notice Qin Yu’s strange expression and asked with confusion.

"It’s nothing."

Qin Yu shook his head, not wanting his beautiful Master’s Wife to worry.

He needed more time!

Someday, he would unveil the other side of Fairy Xiyue.

Qin Yu’s gaze landed again on his beautiful Master’s Wife.

Her Romantic Point hadn’t increased for days now. Clearly, he’d need to get Little Senior Sister involved, and preferably catch her off guard.

Every time Zhao Mengli was around—

Master’s Wife became extremely nervous; this seemed like a good breakthrough point.

After all, having your disciple watch you... well—that sort of thing—

Anyone would feel ashamed.

This time, Cyan Mountain Sect and Demon Sect were making a big move.

The cultivators who’d come to this region followed along—not to share the spoils, but hoping to pick up things the Immortal Sects didn’t want.

Just in case.

Who doesn’t want to change the course of their fate?!

Lin Xian City’s cultivators diminished at once, leaving the city quieter.

Danxin Herb Hall made great profits this time, too.

Yin Qinghe even brought out elixirs she’d refined herself.

As long as she didn’t say they were hers, no one would suspect her; isn’t it normal for a pharmacy to have stock?

...

Dusk descended swiftly.

Su Xiyue didn’t hurry to seek out Qin Yu, but waited until midnight, when everything was silent, before quietly leaving her house.

She knew Qin Yu had a Dao Companion.

Her Cultivation was more than enough to abduct Qin Yu without a trace, but if she did, it would leave him unable to explain himself.

It wasn’t about caring for Qin Yu, but about not exposing herself.

As Lin Qianqian and Zhao Mengli fell into deep sleep, Qin Yu planned to visit the main house in search of his beautiful Master’s Wife.

However, upon opening the door, he saw a holy figure standing beneath the moonlight.

Su Xiyue hadn’t left!

She was still so ethereal, as if she’d descended from the heavens—a true Fairy.

This delighted Qin Yu, and he immediately walked over.

"Swoosh!"

Su Xiyue, as usual, said nothing. She brought Qin Yu to that familiar room.

It wasn’t until dawn that Fairy Xiyue rose and departed, later than the previous two visits, and not as hurried as before.

But—

She was still the same, just as stubborn.

Just as unwilling to admit defeat.

She swallowed the bitterness herself, gritting her teeth.

What a shame.

Fairy Xiyue’s Romantic Point still hadn’t increased.

Maybe it’s because of her cold temperament?

Still, in just one night, the flame absorbed ten Flame Points; it showed Fairy Xiyue’s urgent desire to enhance her Root Bone.

In the days that followed—

Su Xiyue appeared at nearly the same time each day.

The two still didn’t communicate much, but everything felt so natural.

As if a tacit understanding had formed between them.

Qin Yu tried several times to impart some knowledge, but the moment he spoke, the Fairy glared at him.

So he had to let her be.

...

Ruins Rift.

Liu Zixiao and Demon Sect Leader Leng Ruyu stood not far away.

They didn’t enter the Ruins Rift, but instead sent disciples in first.

Yet, after several days, not a single disciple had returned. This made their eyebrows knit together in worry.

"Elder Liu."

Leng Ruyu no longer wore her seductive, enchanting demeanor; instead, she was more somber than ever as she suggested, "If this continues, it’s futile. Why don’t we join forces and go in to slay a few Ruins Beasts first?"

Beside her stood a black-robed figure, chill air swirling around him, his face hidden under his hood. He was clearly another Demon Sect Elder.

Liu Zixiao heard her words but didn’t answer immediately, staring deeply at the entrance to the Ruins Rift, pondering.

If it were just Cyan Mountain Sect, she’d enter herself to clear a path for her disciples by killing the Ruins Beasts.

But with Demon Sect present, plus Hundred Sword Sect lurking in the shadows, if she entered the Rift, who would protect the disciples outside?

If she didn’t enter to slay the Ruins Beasts, those disciples who entered would barely stand a chance of surviving.

This thought made Liu Zixiao sigh helplessly inside.

"Hahaha..."

Just as Liu Zixiao was torn, a booming laughter rang out.

"Liu Zixiao, who’d have thought your Cyan Mountain Sect would fall so far as to consort with Demon Sect demonesses."

At that moment, four figures—like dawn breaking the silence—cut through the sky, their powerful auras surging like tidal waves. In an instant, they surrounded Liu Zixiao, Leng Ruyu, and their group.