Cultivation: Starting from a Mortal Bone

Yin Qinghe’s jade-like hand clenched the thin quilt into a mess of wrinkles!

She didn’t want to listen either!

But whether it was her Spiritual Power or Cultivation, she far surpassed Zhao Mengli.

The night wind rustled, leaves gently swayed—the soft sounds that Zhao Mengli always listened to as she fell asleep.

Yet in Yin Qinghe’s perception, she could clearly catch that alluring melody hidden beneath the night breeze...

Yin Qinghe’s willow brows knitted slightly, feeling somewhat... uncomfortable.

It lasted for about half an hour.

The wind stopped, the rain paused.

But Yin Qinghe’s state didn’t improve. Her fair neck was burning, as if in a fever; she turned onto her side, stretching a jade leg from under the quilt, clamping the blanket tightly in an attempt to ease her...

Turbulent emotions.

As a normal woman, the more she told herself not to think, the more those chaotic images flooded her mind, and they only became more vivid and explicit.

In the past, Yin Qinghe was always caught up in mundane affairs, her thoughts dedicated to Cultivation and Alchemy—who’d have the time to dwell on such things?

But a cultivator is still human. As long as you’re human, you have the seven emotions and six desires.

If you don’t think about it, it’s fine—but once you do...

And besides, Yin Qinghe was still quite young, at her ripest, brimming with alluring charm.

Fortunately, it finally ended.

After taking a moment to calm herself, Yin Qinghe got out of bed. Not long after, the bathroom sounded with scattered splashes of water.

...

[Emotion Point from Lin Qianqian: +8]

[Flame Point: 19]

As expected, after Lin Qianqian’s Romantic Point reached eighty, a single event increased the Flame Point by eight.

What exactly caused this?

Right now, Qin Yu only had a vague guess.

He vaguely remembered that the first time the Flame Point increased was when Lin Qianqian was driven out of her home, consumed by terror.

And by chance, he happened to be passing by, close enough in distance—only then did he acquire a Flame Point.

Thinking back now, it was actually his over-cautiousness, always avoiding trouble, that led to him not gaining a single Flame Point for decades.

Usually, it was only when Lin Qianqian’s Emotion Point reached a peak that the Flame Point would rise.

These were two different situations, with different emotions involved—so, in other words...

Qin Yu already had some theories, but they still needed verification.

But now, since he could steadily increase his Flame Point every day, there was no rush to act.

After comforting Lin Qianqian, Qin Yu took out a Spirit Stone and handed it to her.

The slight chill of the Spirit Stone made Lin Qianqian pause, just about to ask when she heard Qin Yu’s gentle voice: "Qianqian, keep this Spirit Stone for your cultivation."

The Spiritual Qi contained within the Spirit Stone was more pure and easier to refine.

Besides, just like Qin Yu’s previous lower grade Mortal Bone, trying to absorb the world’s Spiritual Qi was incredibly slow—but Spirit Stones were different, like reservoirs: just open the dam and let the water flow out.

The speed of refining Spirit Stones depended entirely on one’s own ability to refine Spiritual Qi.

"Now that you have a Root Bone, try to reach Qi Refining as soon as possible."

"And for Shuishui, you take this one, and give it to her tomorrow."

As he spoke, Qin Yu handed her another Spirit Stone.

Honestly, he didn’t have many Spirit Stones himself—just the eight he got from selling Medicinal Liquid. But now that he didn’t need to worry about rent, he could use his Spirit Stones for cultivation without concern.

Besides, he could collect five every month now!

Compared to before, he truly was rich now. Naturally, he didn’t hold back when it came to his little beloved wife.

Though cultivators can’t live forever, after reaching Qi Refining, they can extend their lifespan; more importantly, they can slow aging.

Take Qin Yu, already over thirty, yet looking barely twenty years old.

"Husband, Shuishui and I don’t need Spirit Stones yet—we can cultivate slowly..."

Lin Qianqian instinctively wanted to give the Spirit Stone back to Qin Yu.

This was actually her first time touching a Spirit Stone!

Even though she already had a Root Bone, she never dreamed she’d one day use a Spirit Stone to cultivate!

The only reason being—it was just too extravagant!

But Qin Yu was firm, "Don’t worry about anything else, when I give it to you, just take it!"

"I’ll go earn more Spirit Stones!"

"Here, you and Shuishui use these two first. When you finish them, just tell me!"

He finished, then emphasized, "No hiding this from me!"

He knew his little wife’s temperament all too well: wherever she could be thrifty, she would try her best to save.

After all, she’d known hard days.

But now, earning Spirit Stones was no longer some impossible task for Qin Yu.

He, too, was someone who could actually use Spirit Stones for cultivation now.

"Husband..."

Lin Qianqian cradled the Spirit Stone to her chest with both hands, her beautiful eyes rippling with emotion, sparkling with unshed tears.

[Lin Qianqian Romantic Point: 85 (Heartfelt)]

Every ounce of gratitude, transformed into romance.

Qin Yu didn’t say much more, only pulled his little wife into his arms.

This was the first woman to fall for him—no way he’d take her for granted.

A long, warm embrace...

"Husband, are you tired?"

The little wife suddenly looked up from his arms, blinking her sparkling eyes as she asked.

"..."

Could Qin Yu admit he was tired?!

Of course not!

"You little vixen, how dare you challenge the Great Saint’s might!"

"Take this!"

The Great Saint raised his hand to strike at the vixen.

And so, in the rustling night wind, there came again some ambiguous sounds that sparked wild imaginings...

Yin Qinghe had finally waited for peace and quiet, bathed, just found a hint of drowsiness upon lying down—only for strange noises to rise again.

Immediately, her long snowy jade legs instinctively tightened!

What the hell?!

Wasn’t it already over?

Why was it starting again!

Would it ever end?

Soon enough, this Master’s Wife realized—not only was it not over, he seemed to be... going even stronger!

Just what was up with this boy?

Yin Qinghe bit her blush-colored lips, feeling a hint of regret for her decision. Even in her wildest imagination, she’d never considered such an outcome.

In her mind, Qin Yu should’ve been the sort, like her daughter Zhao Mengli, obsessed with alchemy and nothing else.

Otherwise, how could he have such exceptional Spiritual Power skills at his age?

But regret was useless now—she couldn’t very well drive Qin Yu from the courtyard, could she?!

Obviously not.

That’d be like pushing him away. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

So she could only... bear with it.

It’s just one night, after all.

No way every night would be this raucous, right?

Yin Qinghe hadn’t even considered that possibility. As a cultivator, how could anyone get lost in such matters?

"Why is this going on for so long..."

She muttered under her breath, and as time passed, the cooling effect of her earlier bath seemed...

Useless, as the heat crept back in.

The quilt was clenched tightly into a ball.

Soon, the sleeping Zhao Mengli knit her willow brows, feeling the bowl she’d hugged since childhood grow hot. She mumbled in her dreams, "Mom, why are you so warm? Are you not feeling well?"

"N-no, nothing... Go back to sleep."

Yin Qinghe shrank beneath her quilts, guiltily separating herself from her daughter with a comforter.