Cultivation: Starting from a Mortal Bone

"Come here!"

Yin Qinghe deliberately put on a stern face.

If she didn’t speak up, her little cabbage would probably follow Qin Yu into his room!

"Mother, didn’t you say you’ve already promised Li’Er to my junior brother?" Zhao Mengli showed no intention of going over.

"..."

Yin Qinghe glared over, "That’s just a settled matter. We still need to choose an auspicious date before she can properly marry in!"

Originally, with Zhao Mengli’s status, getting married would mean not only all the ceremonies, but also a grand feast.

But now, at Danxin Herb Hall, even if they held a feast, how many people would come?

Besides, they didn’t have much savings left—it wasn’t wise to be wasteful!

Though everything could be kept simple, some customs still needed to be observed. They couldn’t just let her follow Qin Yu into his room like this, could they?

"Oh."

Zhao Mengli responded reluctantly, walking slow as a snail. Yin Qinghe really couldn’t stand it anymore, so she dragged her straight into the main house.

On her way out, she glared at Qin Yu.

She thought she looked fierce, but actually it was more like a pout.

Qin Yu smiled and went back to his room.

Just as well, he needed to talk to Lin Qianqian about this matter, too.

Actually, back when his master’s wife first brought it up, Qin Yu had already talked to Lin Qianqian. At that time, his little wife thought it was a good thing.

Her heart had long been with Qin Yu, so naturally she considered everything with him in mind. She believed this would help Qin Yu gain a firmer footing.

Master and disciple?

In the major herb shops, decades pass, and disciples remain disciples, apprentices stay apprentices.

The teachings aren’t passed on lightly!

Especially not to outsiders.

The best relationship, undoubtedly, is to become... family!

Night falls.

Qin Yu told Lin Qianqian about what had happened today.

"Congratulations, husband."

Tsk!

Qin Yu found it a bit strange, so he didn’t say anything. He just wrapped his little wife in his arms, then lowered his head and kissed her soft lips.

That night, his little wife clung to him even more, not wanting to let him go for even a moment.

Main house.

Yin Qinghe had just changed into comfortable gauze robes and lay down, when she immediately heard the sound of wind and rain outside at night, her expression freezing.

This brat really never gets tired, does he?!

She glared hatefully in the direction of the side room.

Does he really think his master’s wife won’t get angry?!

Every time Qin Yu comes back to his room, she has to wait until her rebellious disciple falls asleep before she herself can rest.

Simply...

Zhao Mengli came out after bathing, cheeks flushed, and burrowed straight into Yin Qinghe’s embrace.

Her small head was already used to seeking out her own dinner bowl...

Yin Qinghe regretted it.

If she’d known, she would’ve let her little cabbage be dragged away by Qin Yu. This way... she felt even worse.

She kept a stern face and scolded, "How old are you now—look at yourself!"

Zhao Mengli lifted her head from her mother’s arms, a bit curious and a bit shy, and asked, "Mother, is that kind of thing... really so interesting?"

Yin Qinghe was furious in an instant.

Great!

Now her little cabbage was being led astray, too. In the past, Zhao Mengli had always been obsessed with alchemy, never thinking about such things.

Fuming, she gritted her teeth, making Zhao Mengli feel her pillow violently shake: "Pah! It’s boring as hell! No benefit to cultivation at all!"

"Li’Er, you absolutely must never let such worldly matters delay and corrupt you!"

Zhao Mengli was stunned.

She hadn’t expected her mother’s reaction to be so intense.

From childhood, she had always lived in the boudoir, and after growing up, she spent her days in the Alchemy Room, surrounded by flames and herbs. She was still innocent and clueless about these things.

She was confused, but couldn’t help thinking—if it’s really as boring as her mother says and so useless for cultivation, why does her junior brother keep at it night after night?

Especially since she herself was about to go through it, Zhao Mengli couldn’t help but feel shy.

Her toes, delicate as glass and white as jade, pressed against the quilt. Her round, slender legs curled inward. She bit her lower lip, and Lin Qianqian’s gentle face appeared in her mind.

This past month, they occasionally met and exchanged a few words during the day, so the impression was quite deep.

In her memory, Lin Qianqian spoke softly, but how come at night she became so...

What was it that made Lin Qianqian change so drastically between day and night?

She wondered, if her own voice sounded that pleading and coquettish, what would it be like.

Zhao Mengli’s jade hands gripped the quilt tightly, her heart pounding, a mix of shyness and fear in her chest.

Her throat hoarse like that.

It must be really painful... right?

At night, wind and rain poured down.

For Yin Qinghe, it was destined to be a sleepless night.

The next day, when Qin Yu arrived at the Alchemy Room, it was just his senior sister Zhao Mengli alone. He walked over.

"Senior sister!"

Zhao Mengli seemed even shyer, and when she looked at Qin Yu, there was a faint hint of... fear in her eyes?

"Junior brother, mother went to pick an auspicious date."

At this, she couldn’t help recalling what she was about to go through. The girl nervously twisted the hem of her clothes.

"Oh."

Qin Yu replied casually, and only then noticed something odd about his senior sister.

Afraid of him?

Thinking of last night, it seemed his master’s wife hadn’t added any Flame Point, so maybe... his senior sister didn’t sleep?

Looking at her, both scared and unable to resist his approach, Qin Yu almost wanted to laugh.

But he didn’t tease her.

If he really scared her, it wouldn’t be good.

Before long, master’s wife returned. Seeing her pair of lovebirds, she felt both comforted and a bit empty inside.

Heh!

Last night she was quivering in fear—and now she was running right into Qin Yu’s arms again.

"The tenth day—Heavenly Virtue brings good fortune. Perfect for marriage!"

Master’s wife had chosen the date.

The tenth was only five days away.

It seemed she wanted this settled soon, for her own peace of mind.

After all, she’d taken Qin Yu to the City Lord’s birthday banquet, so naturally people were asking about him. What if he was led astray?!

She was anxious, but it was better to get it done sooner.

In the past few days, Yin Qinghe barely came to the Alchemy Room.

Danxin Herb Hall was close to not being able to operate anymore.

The reason was simple: too little medicinal liquid...

Now only four apprentices remained, and none could refine Second Grade medicinal liquid.

She didn’t complain, but was handling shop matters.

If she couldn’t keep it open, she might as well close it. Danxin Herb Hall was basically shutting down. Yin Qinghe was even planning to transfer the last shop next year.

Otherwise, just the rental for the store itself was a huge burden for her.

Though her refining ability was weakened by injury, she could still refine First Grade medicinal liquid. That way, she could earn some spirit stones to support Qin Yu and Zhao Mengli’s cultivation.

She really...

Five days passed in a flash.

Early morning.

[Cultivation: Qi Refining Fourth Layer (1%)]

Qin Yu broke through another realm, but he wasn’t happy. He glanced at his nearly depleted spirit stones.

The hundred lower grade spirit stones his master’s wife gave him were almost gone.

He meant to refine medicinal liquid, but after being discovered, his master’s wife scolded him thoroughly.

"Huff!..."

He let out a heavy breath and walked out of the Alchemy Room.

Today was the wedding day.

No outside guests were invited, but the courtyard was decorated quite decently.