Cultivation: Starting from a Mortal Bone

After speaking, Qin Yu wasn’t in a hurry. Instead, he helped her take off her shoes and socks, his palm gently holding her sprout-like... foot.

Although they’d gone through this once before, when her foot was held again, Su Xiyue still shivered delicately.

She originally wanted to pull back right away.

But considering what she was going to say later, she suppressed that sense of ’discomfort.’

Still, enduring only made goosebumps rise on her skin.

And Qin Yu? He didn’t consider her ’discomfort’ at all, instead wanting to push things even further...

Su Xiyue finally couldn’t help but remind him, "That’s for walking... it’s dirty, don’t!"

However, Qin Yu’s eyes rounded with surprise.

Wasn’t that obvious nonsense?!

After all, cultivators are fundamentally different from mortals; many issues mortal people have, cultivators simply don’t.

Like...

Like...

Qin Yu nearly wanted to place it right in front of the fairy herself, so she could see for herself.

No dust sticks.

It’s not just a saying.

And there’s nothing abnormal about it.

Just as he was thinking of ways to prove it, Su Xiyue couldn’t hold back any longer.

She suppressed him again!

Hmph!

Truly unable to withstand any test.

She’d barely shown any initiative, and Qin Yu was already trying to push his luck.

If that demoness Leng Ruyu dared to flirt with him just a little, wouldn’t he instantly fall head over heels, unable to extricate himself?!

Heh, men.

Su Xiyue already started calculating in her heart.

She could let Qin Yu help Leng Ruyu dispel the black qi.

But once it was dispelled, she’d make Leng Ruyu leave immediately, never let her linger in Cyan Mountain Sect for even a moment longer, so there wouldn’t be any trouble!

...

The night hung low, all was silent.

No wind, no rain.

The surface of the lake, however, was contrary to usual, surging with waves.

A lone skiff swayed across the vast lake, fragile as candlelight in storm, trembling and precarious.

On board, the boatwoman’s face paled, terror written clearly across her features. She gripped the rails tightly, fingers turning white from pressure, desperately seeking a shred of steadiness in this endless turmoil.

But fate loves to play tricks—the more you fear a thing, the more likely it is to happen!

In that instant, it was as if an invisible giant brushed the small skiff—

Capsized!

The boatwoman unfortunately fell into the water. Clearly unfamiliar with swimming, the instant she went under, her survival instinct drove her to struggle desperately...

Thankfully, though the boat had overturned, it was still beside her. She gave it everything she had, clutching tightly onto the hull, her only support in the boundless lake.

...

[Emotion Point from Su Xiyue +4]

Su Xiyue glanced at the now-bright sky, and finally pushed Qin Yu away.

Damn it.

He even dared to suppress her, the Saintess.

If not for her request, so absurd, how could she allow Qin Yu to be so presumptuous.

Just this once!

No next time!

After getting herself sorted, Su Xiyue didn’t leave.

She hesitated for a moment, but finally brought up Leng Ruyu.

"Last time, I told you about Leng Ruyu. She... has been infected with Hundred Sword Sect’s strange black qi. For the past two months, there’s been no sign of improvement..."

When she finally said it, Su Xiyue felt bitter, her nose tingling and swelling.

The immortal fairy who used to be as cold as an iceberg—now that she’s passionate, she looks at Qin Yu in a whole new way.

"Maybe, only you can remove the black qi."

"I..."

Qin Yu, upon hearing this, hesitated, a faint inexplicable resistance flickering in his eyes. "Xiyue, even you can’t do anything against the black qi—and I’m just at Foundation Establishment, how could I possibly help..."

"Besides, that demoness humiliated you so harshly back then..."

"To humiliate you is to humiliate me. My grudge with her is already irreconcilable, like ice and embers can’t share the same furnace. We’re sworn enemies, impossible to blend together!"

His words landed with conviction, resolute and unyielding.

Qin Yu’s reaction was completely outside Su Xiyue’s expectations.

She’d thought Qin Yu would be desperate, or at the very least delighted.

After all, what man in this world could resist the allure of Leng Ruyu the demoness?

Who would’ve expected him to speak like that.

Su Xiyue felt a warm surge in her heart, worries melting away.

Moreover, he was completely standing by her side.

[Su Xiyue Romantic Point: 50 (Never Leave)]

Qin Yu looked at the numbers flickering over the flames, but his expression didn’t change.

Yet soon, Su Xiyue’s brow furrowed again. After some thought, she brought up Cyan Mountain Sect’s circumstances.

"Yesterday, if not for the Demon Sect Lord’s intervention, I fear..."

At this, her heart twisted, emotions surging, her eyes involuntarily reddening.

If not for that, how could she push Qin Yu to another woman’s arms.

That sour and bitter feeling only grew stronger.

But, she is a Saintess, the future Lord of the Immortal Sect.

How could she cry.

She tried to restrain herself, her delicate figure trembling slightly.

"Sigh."

A soft sigh, as if carrying endless helplessness and emotion.

Qin Yu came over and gently wrapped her in his arms.

This time, she didn’t struggle, didn’t resist.

The fairy who once stood so untouchably high, actually found an unprecedented peace and solace in his embrace.

For a long time.

Until Su Xiyue’s emotions settled down.

Qin Yu spoke, "Since it’s to repay kindness, I’m willing to try for you."

"But how am I supposed to do it, to dispel the black qi..."

Qin Yu distinctly felt Su Xiyue’s body stiffen a little.

Qin Yu looked at her.

She couldn’t say it aloud.

"As under the waterfall before..."

What happened beneath that waterfall, both of them knew well.

If not for that, how could a Foundation Establishment loose cultivator from Loose Cultivator City ever connect with an Immortal Sect Saintess?

"This... isn’t right, she’s the Demon Sect Leader. If the Demon Sect Lord finds out..."

Qin Yu was still hesitant.

But at last, after being stared at by Su Xiyue, he put on a serious face and said, "Fine, just this once. From now on, nothing owed to Demon Sect!"

He sounded as if he was acting from his own position.

But Su Xiyue still felt something was off.

Was he... really being forced?

Come on, Leng Ruyu is at least the Demon Sect Leader, admired by countless cultivators—how could he possibly be aggrieved?

Yet, she couldn’t see any sign of it.

Su Xiyue left. Only when Qin Yu saw through the Celestial Eye that she entered the Saintess Cave Mansion did he let out a breath.

So close.

No matter if the little immortal wife was the one who brought it up—as soon as a mistake happened, even if she didn’t get angry, the Romantic Point would definitely drop.

Although he really was a bit tempted by that little demoness.

But he would never abandon the hard-won Romantic Point just for her. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

That’s women for you.

Qin Yu felt that he still wasn’t strong enough...

Just think, little wife Lin Qianqian used to want Zhao Mengli and Yin Qinghe to join in, too.

He felt the improvement of the Pure Yang Divine Body was now urgent!