Cultivation: Starting from a Mortal Bone

In these nearly two months, quite a few things happened within the Yunlan Domain.

First was the Ruins Rift.

Months had passed, yet it still remained unclosed.

The Cyan Mountain Sect and Demon Sect organized several expeditions to explore, suffering significant losses, but gained little of value.

With the passing of ages, even the Gods and Demons have faded into history—even the remnants that remain, if not worn away by time, are still fragmented and incomplete.

Of course, the main reason is that those two Immortal Sects only sent Foundation Establishment Cultivators—the scope of their exploration is limited, which is also the main reason for the lack of gains.

Twenty days ago, an incident occurred.

All cultivators who entered the Ruins Rift lost contact within half a day. Later, disciples dispatched by the Immortal Sects to investigate also entered but did not return.

Consequently, exploration has been temporarily halted.

For a simple reason—after all, with the Hundred Sword Sect watching covetously from the sidelines, the two major sects dare not risk sending Golden Core Cultivators in.

The Golden Core forms the backbone of the Immortal Sects—the loss is too great to bear.

Though no one has entered the Ruins Rift since then, that crack at the site has once again exuded strange red mist—far denser than when it first appeared.

Thus, not only has the crack not closed, but it seems to have... grown even wider.

...

Cyan Mountain Sect.

Since the Saintess Su Xiyue broke through to the Golden Core, and the Sect Leader took in yet another extraordinarily gifted Direct Disciple, quite a few promising young talents have flocked to join.

One could say the former malaise was swept away in one stroke.

The Sect Leader’s prestige within the Immortal Sect has also surged as a result.

Of course, at the same time, all of Qin Yu’s past in Lin Xian City was gradually uncovered.

After all, with the talent he now displays, barring any unforeseen circumstances, he is destined to become the future number one Alchemist in the Yunlan Domain.

The elders of Cyan Mountain regret that he could not become their disciple, but still wanted to draw closer to him, so naturally, they made some inquiries.

Everyone knew Qin Yu hailed from Lin Xian City. What surprised the elders, however, was that he had actually lived in the Outer City for over twenty years.

What’s more, he had remained little-known in Lin Xian City the whole time.

Seems like he was always laying low, biding his time?

The specifics—they couldn’t find out.

But in a place like Lin Xian City, possessing talent, keeping a low profile is also a way to get along in the world.

As for why Qin Yu was discovered...

Their private guess is that perhaps it was because of the Saintess’s emergence; longing for a glimpse of immortal beauty, he entered the Talent Banquet and thus came to prominence.

Because, when Qin Yu came to the Cyan Mountain Sect, he was already surrounded by four beautiful maidens.

This revealed one thing loud and clear—he favors beauties!

Since building rapport was the goal, they would have to cater to his preferences.

These elders naturally had descendants in the sect; at first, they thought to have their juniors approach him directly, to get acquainted—but Qin Yu seldom left the main peak and never roamed the sect, making him difficult to reach.

Hence, they gathered together and came up with a strategy.

"They actually want to test Qin Yu’s talent?"

Sect Leader Su Xihe arched her Dai Mei, a trace of amusement flashing in her eyes.

The elders all spoke up, hoping Qin Yu would reveal some of his progress, both to inspire the sect’s disciples and to satisfy their curiosity.

This request is, all things considered, reasonable enough.

After all, the treatment Qin Yu now enjoys is on par with what Saintess Su Xiyue once received.

Permission granted!

Su Xihe glanced outside—it was already late, but Qin Yu still had not arrived.

She had plainly seen her younger sister already return to her own quarters a while ago.

The Sect Leader could only be helpless.

She had already spoken to Su Xiyue several times, advising her to focus her heart on raising her cultivation—but it was completely useless. Her sister wasn’t even subtle about it, and certainly didn’t avoid her.

Is she really that obsessed?!

What truly baffled the Sect Leader, however, was that Qin Yu appeared every day full of energy—showing not the slightest sign of depletion.

She couldn’t understand—was Qin Yu really so endlessly vigorous?!

The fields about to be plowed barren, and yet the ox is still lively...

The Sect Leader knew perfectly well that every time her younger sister returned to her quarters, she needed to rest for a while before she could resume cultivation.

It was honestly inconceivable.

Just as she was about to instruct a handmaiden to go urge him, she remembered last time Qin Yu was late due to a breakthrough in Spiritual Power. This time, maybe he’d simply been delayed by pressing matters.

Thus, she went to the main hall first, ordering a handmaiden to wait quietly outside Qin Yu’s quarters.

That way, those elders who still harbored doubts about her could witness firsthand what kind of disciple she had taught.

Just a little bragging—a small shock to give them a tiny bit of awe.

Shouldn’t be too much, right?

After all, these days as Shifu, she’d been psychically hammered by her disciple so badly she was close to doubting her own life.

...

"Phew."

Qin Yu exhaled a turbid breath, joy flashing in his eyes. "Middle Grade Spirit Bone now."

He focused his senses on the flame.

The flame was as before—maybe a bit darker in color, but nothing extraordinary.

[Flame Point: 187]

[Lin Qianqian Romantic Point: 100 (Unswaying Until Death)]

[Zhao Mengli Romantic Point: 100 (Unswaying Until Death)]

[Yin Qinghe Romantic Point: 95 (Heartfelt)]

[Su Xiyue Romantic Point: 30 (Feeling Stirred)]

[Cultivation: Qi Refining Ninth Layer (89%)]

[Root Bone: Middle Grade Spirit Bone (Flame Point 187/20000)]

[Spiritual Power: Refining Initial Stage (Flame Point 187/10000)]

[Pure Yang Divine Body: First Layer (825-1000)]

[Celestial Eye: First Layer (357-1000)]

[Lifebound Divine Technique: Initial Glimpse (1/10)]

[Lifebound Divine Sword: Mortal Weapon (1/10)]

Progress was a touch slower than back in Lin Xian City. Back then it was urgent—now he also had to reserve time for the beloved wives to cultivate.

Currently, Lin Qianqian was already Upper Grade Mortal Bone, and her cultivation had reached Qi Refining Fifth Layer.

Zhao Mengli still lacked a Spirit Bone, but her cultivation was already at Qi Refining Seventh Layer.

His beautiful master-wife, Yin Qinghe, had also reached Top Grade Mortal Bone, and her cultivation was at Qi Refining Ninth Layer. In time, once her root bone improved, she’d likely be close to Foundation Establishment.

As for Su Xiyue, Qin Yu couldn’t be sure. But he could sense that something about his little fairy wife’s aura had shifted.

Perhaps, it was the transformation brought by what they called the Dao Bone.

Though every time his little fairy wife "rowed the boat" she acted unwilling and even a bit disdainful, she insisted on exactly ten rounds each day before leaving.

Not one less.

Truly stubborn!

Perhaps it’s precisely this kind of stubbornness and persistence that made her the First Fairy of Yunlan Domain.

After bathing and changing, Qin Yu left his dwelling, only to see the familiar handmaiden waiting there—she seemed to have been waiting for some time.

"Master Qin, the Sect Leader requests your presence in the main hall."

The handmaiden had started calling him with the honorific "Master."

Truth is, he was at best an Alchemist—no way did he truly deserve the title of Master yet.

"Lead the way."

Qin Yu didn’t ask much and followed the handmaiden toward the hall.

"Quick, look, it’s Senior Brother Qin..."

As soon as Qin Yu stepped onto the square before the hall, after just a few steps, he saw several youthful girls quietly waiting at the entrance.

Once someone spotted Qin Yu, all eyes turned his way at once.

Seeing him, the girls lit up like they’d spotted a priceless treasure—each and every pair of eyes gleamed bright.