Cultivation: Starting from a Mortal Bone

After Yin Qinghe left, Qin Yu took another look at the main house.

Actually, the courtyard wasn’t small, and it resembled a four-sided courtyard, but with a front yard and a backyard, which made the main house and the side rooms almost connected.

Qin Yu stayed in the left side room of the courtyard.

It’s just that he didn’t know which side of the main house the master’s wife and others lived on.

Hopefully, they lived on the right side!

That way there would still be some distance in between, and it should be quiet enough not to hear any random noises.

Once inside the side room, Lin Qianqian and her sister still felt somewhat unreal.

Courtyards like this were actually not common even in the city; it’s likely the privilege of an Alchemist.

And they, who were on the bottom rung of Lin Xian City just the day before, living in a small alley outside the city, never thought they could stay in such a place.

Even though Lin Qianqian knew the status of an Alchemy Apprentice was high, she believed this kind of treatment should be beyond an apprentice’s privilege, so she asked, "Husband, why..."

"Because your husband is not an apprentice, but was accepted as a disciple by the master’s wife!" Qin Yu replied.

To be honest, if it wasn’t for Yin Qinghe having a bit of personal bias, he wouldn’t have been able to stay in the courtyard either, but he didn’t know that yet.

"A disciple?!"

Lin Qianqian and her sister were speechless with surprise.

An Alchemist wouldn’t take on disciples easily, unless the person had the potential to become an Alchemist.

Doesn’t that mean her husband might become an Alchemist in the future?!

There are only a handful of Alchemists in the entire Lin Xian City.

No wonder the shopkeeper accompanied them with a smiling face all the way; if Qin Yu was just an Alchemy Apprentice, he wouldn’t have troubled them so much.

She should have realized it earlier.

But wasn’t it true that her father said Qin Yu’s talent was very average?

"Life will only get better from now on!"

Qin Yu leaned closer, encircling his little wife’s waist.

The fact that he achieved what he did today also owed a part to his little wife’s contributions.

Moving closer to Lin Qianqian’s ear, he said, "This house is spacious, and there are three rooms. In the future... cultivation will be more convenient."

In Spring Rain Lane, both of them were more... restrained.

Besides, they had to be wary of Lin Shuishui.

Now it’s different, although the three rooms are connected, if the middle one is left empty, Lin Shuishui on that side should not hear anything.

Lin Qianqian understood, and a blush immediately rose on her face.

How would she reward her husband tonight?

The little wife seemed to have thought of something, her face like a peach, charming and beautiful, almost making Qin Yu want to take her right then and there.

Imagination was delightful.

When choosing rooms, Lin Shuishui not only refused to stay separated by one room but insisted on staying in one room, claiming that... she was afraid of thunder.

How could she do that?!

In the end, they stayed side-by-side.

After tidying up, Qin Yu had intended to go out to buy some things, but someone from the master’s wife had already sent some food over.

It was quite a feast with over a dozen dishes, even including some cooked pieces of Spirit Beast meat.

These were not cheap; even the lowest tier Spirit Beast would cost a Lower Grade Spirit Stone per pound.

The income of Outer City Cultivators generally came from hunting small Spirit Beasts.

As for those hundred-pound Spirit Beasts, Low Tier Qi Refining Cultivators couldn’t hunt them, and for someone like Qin Yu, encountering them would most likely mean no survival.

Lin Shuishui ate so much her mouth was greasy, and her cheeks were puffed up.

It was just nighttime.

Qin Yu reclined on the bed, hmm, quite soft, patting beside him to indicate for his little wife to try it too.

"Husband, will... will we disturb the master’s wife?"

Lin Qianqian asked shyly.

Qin Yu didn’t mind; he was a family man. He couldn’t simply hold it in forever, right?

Besides, the master’s wife had been through this, she should understand and be tolerant of a couple’s intimacy. Isn’t that right...

Master’s wife?

...

In the main house, the left room had its lights on.

"Li’Er, cultivation requires a balance of work and rest. It’s night now, go to sleep quickly."

With no one around at night, Yin Qinghe finally didn’t have to wear that thick robe.

She was now dressed in a light gauze meticulously woven from white silk, the silk material was already soft, yet it still swell as if about to burst.

Swaying her voluptuous figure to the candlelight, her cherry lips slightly parted, she blew out a fragrant breath, extinguishing the candle flame. The silhouette that briefly graced the paper window disappeared into the night, leaving only an evocative aftertaste.

Zhao Mengli was also dressed in simple but elegant thin underwear, her skin snowy white, with a faint blush like blooming peach blossoms

, highlighting her excellent genes and great potential.

Holding a book of alchemy insights, she initially intended to work late into the night.

Hearing her mother’s words, she put down the book.

Yet her heart couldn’t settle down, looking back as her mother had already lain under the thin blanket, tucking in her slender, smooth legs.

"Mom, when will dad be back? Could something have happened to him..."

Yin Qinghe’s eyes flickered with sadness she could only suppress; she didn’t know how long she could keep hiding it, how long she could hold on.

"Don’t worry, your dad is an Alchemist, he won’t get into trouble."

"Go to sleep quickly."

Zhao Mengli finally responded, getting into bed, the two lying side by side.

"Oh, I hope your junior brother can soon relieve some of the pressure from the pharmacy..."

Currently, Danxin Herb Hall was facing a gap, with only some apprentices able to concoct First Grade medicinal liquids, and just one above that.

That would be Yin Qinghe herself.

A pharmacy can’t always just sell the lowest grade liquids, can it?

Yin Qinghe had high hopes for Qin Yu.

Soon, Zhao Mengli fell asleep gently.

Mmm...

Just as Yin Qinghe tossed and turned trying to fall asleep, a sound came, as if wind crying or rain weeping, making her furrow her willow eyebrows.

The sound had a rhythm, layers like waves, or like stormy rain suddenly descending!

With a slight listen, Yin Qinghe’s face turned an abnormal red, and the drowsiness in her peach blossom eyes was startled away!

"Is this..."

"Mom, why aren’t you asleep?"

Zhao Mengli hadn’t fully fallen asleep and was startled awake by her sitting up.

"It’s nothing, nothing!"

With repeated answers, Yin Qinghe bit her scarlet lips, accompanied by an upset and guilty retreat!

How could she tell her daughter what it was?

Definitely couldn’t!

Yin Qinghe lay back down, closed her eyes, trying not to listen, reminding herself that a couple celebrating moving into a new home was quite normal...

Soon, it should end soon.

At Qin Yu’s age, already possessing middle-tier Spiritual Power, his energy and time should be devoted to cultivation.

This might just be a temporary indulgence.

However.

Things didn’t go as wished, it seemed to show no signs of stopping.

And the more she didn’t want to hear it, the more she tried to ignore it, the more prominent the noise seemed, constantly echoing in her head.