Cultivation: Starting from a Mortal Bone

Hiss!...

Yin Qinghe slid down, but the sound came from Qin Yu’s mouth.

It wasn’t because the teacher’s wife sat on the footpad he had shifted over.

But...

Yin Qinghe also sensed something, and in the next moment, like being electrified, her jade-like hand quickly retracted.

Even though the pain between her eyebrows didn’t improve, an unnatural flush still flashed across her pale face.

She bit her lip tightly, not letting herself make a sound, and in that instant, she closed her eyes tightly.

Ahhh!

All kinds of emotions surged up her heart, making her want to faint directly.

But she couldn’t do it.

Moreover, she was still sitting on her disciple’s foot.

Yin Qinghe actually knew in her heart, it was Qin Yu’s action to prevent her from getting hurt, but as a teacher’s wife, sitting on her disciple’s foot, what kind of situation is this?!

The main issue was the contact on the full moon.

She supported herself on the ground with her hands, wanting to get up, but as soon as she exerted force, a pain shot through her eyebrows, causing her to stagger and sit back down.

Just now, because Qin Yu...

His robe was grabbed by the teacher’s wife, and he didn’t pay much attention, but now as she sat.

That kind of feeling.

Is indescribable.

The teacher’s wife and Lin Qianqian were completely different.

Lin Qianqian was a young girl, tender with a touch of youthful charm, just like ripe fruit, full but pure, exuding a faint, captivating freshness.

The teacher’s wife was like the fully ripened fruit, elegant in demeanor, with an ample figure that didn’t lose the beauty of lines, every inch just right, too much would be cumbersome, too little would lose charm.

Qin Yu felt that kind of charm at this moment.

He used to think men always prefer eighteen-year-old girls.

But now he realized it’s not true.

Especially the teacher’s wife’s worries and frailty due to the injuries gave him a feeling of a widow.

How pitiable!

He wanted to ease these worries.

But still, he maintained a caring and respectful demeanor, "Teacher’s wife, are you... okay?"

Precisely because he maintained this attitude as if nothing had happened, it greatly eased Yin Qinghe’s embarrassment.

Her emotions at this moment were extremely complex.

There were worries, sorrow... and a trace of shame.

After all, last night she almost agreed with Zhao Mengli, she could see how much her little cabbage cherished Qin Yu.

Yet as her mother...

If this gets known to Li’Er, what will happen?!

While she was pondering, Qin Yu’s cautious voice came again, "Teacher’s wife, should I call Senior Sister over?"

"No!"

"Don’t!"

Yin Qinghe, as if struck by lightning, though still very weak, immediately stopped him loudly.

"Ah!"

Due to excitement, an intense pain burst out between her eyebrows, making her cry out in pain, and her sitting form wobbled precariously.

"Teacher’s wife!"

Qin Yu could no longer care about much and immediately bowed down, supporting Yin Qinghe.

He was a bit confused.

As a man, some things were understandably inconvenient, but calling Senior Sister over could take care of her, couldn’t it?

He didn’t expect the teacher’s wife to get so emotional suddenly.

Yin Qinghe once again leaned against him, her eyes tightly closed, her brows furrowed, her face even paler.

Seeing the teacher’s wife in this state, Qin Yu was also at a loss, not knowing what to do, but he didn’t call Zhao Mengli.

After a while, Yin Qinghe’s brows finally relaxed a bit.

Finally alleviated.

She must rest her spirit for a period to recover.

Also, the explosion earlier caused a backlash of spiritual power, leaving hidden injuries, possibly making her unable to purify even the Second Grade medicinal liquid.

Thinking of this, she became even more despondent.

If she couldn’t purify Second Grade medicinal liquid, how was she any different from an ordinary Alchemy Apprentice?!

"Teacher’s wife, are you feeling better? Should I get some medicinal liquid for you to take?"

Qin Yu asked worriedly.

Yin Qinghe did not open her eyes, just gently shook her head, her disheveled hair brushing across her enchanting face.

There were indeed medications for curing hidden spiritual wounds, but they were extremely rare, and in Lin Xian City, no one had ever seen them.

Even if they existed, they would quickly be given to the Immortal Sect!

So at this moment, she felt almost hopeless.

"Teacher’s wife, should I do something?" Qin Yu didn’t dare make any move out of fear of further upsetting the teacher’s wife.

Yin Qinghe suddenly opened her eyes to look at him.

There was still a glimmer of hope, and that was Qin Yu, but he had to stay at the Danxin Herb Hall.

Just about to speak.

Yin Qinghe realized she was actually leaning in Qin Yu’s arms, her body tensed suddenly, intending to pull away, but she knew she couldn’t exert herself.

So she spoke, "Help... help me over to sit.

Within this short period, so much had happened that compared to this little incident, it seemed trivial.

After all, there had been more... ambiguous encounters.

As she thought, Yin Qinghe felt her palms heating up.

"Yes!"

Qin Yu initially wanted to support her arm to help her up but found she had no strength at all, seeing her so weak, his heart filled with a sense of pity.

He disregarded everything else and directly picked the teacher’s wife up.

Yin Qinghe initially thought he would help her up, but the next moment, she only felt a spinning sensation, and instinctively, her jade arms wrapped around Qin Yu’s neck.

She intended for him to put her down, but Qin Yu had already taken large strides to the wall’s soft chair and then carefully placed her lying on the long chair.

The words at her lips were swallowed back by Yin Qinghe.

Looking at Qin Yu’s cautious demeanor, as if afraid of hurting her even a little, her heart was moved.

This was a feeling she had never experienced before.

In this harsh world, only interests were spoken of, where was the feeling, where was the righteousness?

All were built on interests.

With Qin Yu, she felt an unprecedented caring.

No!

Wait!

What was she thinking?

She was Qin Yu’s teacher’s wife, and he might be Li’Er’s future husband, how could she...

The sudden shame flooded over Yin Qinghe, making her turn her head away, closing her eyes again, seemingly thinking that if she couldn’t see, it would be as if nothing had happened.

Fortunately, once she was lying down steadily, Qin Yu did not make any excessive moves, just stood by the soft couch, waiting for her commands.

This made Yin Qinghe feel slightly relieved.

Qin Yu stood there, feeling somewhat awkward, but the teacher’s wife hadn’t spoken, and in this situation, he wasn’t assured of leaving her alone.

"Teacher’s wife... although I lack great abilities, no matter what happens, I will do my best to help you overcome challenges."

He made a promise.

He actually guessed that something happened to that cheap master, or else why would the teacher’s wife take such a big risk to make alchemy?

If the master was gone, wasn’t it just the teacher’s wife and little senior sister left?!