Cultivation: Starting from a Mortal Bone

Yin Qinghe felt that things should finally calm down tonight.

Even if Qin Yu was obsessed with those silly things, Zhao Mengli had always been diligent in cultivation, and honestly... she was quite afraid of that sort of thing.

She’d seen it all for herself these past few days.

If not for her guidance, Mengli might have been so nervous she couldn’t even enter the bridal chamber.

She still had absolute confidence in her precious little cabbage!

No way could Mengli be like Qin Yu, wasting time and wasting talent!

This night, the wind and rain grew gentler, turning into a soft drizzle.

After the rain stopped, Yin Qinghe thought she’d finally get a nice sleep, so she washed up with cold water, threw on a thin gauze at random, and walked out.

When you’re alone at home, you can be as casual as you like!

But as she looked around the empty room, she couldn’t help but sigh quietly with a touch of melancholy.

Then, she lay down on the bed and gently closed her eyes.

She didn’t know that just two walls over, Zhao Mengli was burying her little head under the covers, her pretty face still lingering with traces of excitement.

...

The flame danced on airless winds, sparks scattered.

...

[Zhao Mengli Romantic Point: 40 (Never Leaving)]

[Emotion Point +4 from Zhao Mengli]

Qin Yu wasn’t surprised at all.

Even though little senior sister was terrified, she’d still stayed close to him these days—which meant she’d moved from infatuation to attachment.

It was right at that moment that Qin Yu finally confirmed the logic behind gaining Flame Points.

Extreme emotion!

No matter if it was Lin Qianqian’s extreme fear back then, or later... desire.

Only at the peak did Flame Points emerge.

So, does that mean Lin Shuishui could also...

Pfft!

What the heck was he thinking? That’s his sister-in-law!

No way—that’s absolutely off limits!

Qin Yu just glanced at the flame, his attention returning to Zhao Mengli, carefully smoothing out her dark hair.

At that moment, little senior sister had her eyes closed.

She’d already transitioned from that initial fear to...

It actually felt pretty good!

Zhao Mengli realized she could even unconsciously make those sounds she’d heard before.

Mm! ...

Wait!

Is Mother listening in?

Oh no.

So embarrassing.

Her emotions were complicated, shy and also sort of...

A bit excited?!

Outside, the wind calmed, and rain ceased; Zhao Mengli’s breath hadn’t quite steadied, but with Spiritual Power already at entry level, she quickly sensed something unusual...

Just now, she felt something not her own appear inside her body.

It wasn’t Spiritual Power, nor Spiritual Power.

She was startled at first.

How could something foreign be born inside her?

She focused carefully—the energy was faint, almost non-existent, but it carried warmth, like winter turning to spring, the first gentle breeze over the earth.

Zhao Mengli immediately sensed her body beginning to change in some way.

But that feeling was so subtle, she almost wondered if she imagined it.

Probably just her imagination?

But just now, the injuries on her body were quickly alleviated.

"Eh?"

Zhao Mengli felt a flicker of confusion in her heart.

This wasn’t what Mother said.

Didn’t she say you had to rest well after the bridal chamber to recover—how come it’s like this?

"What do I do, Mother never said it’d be like this..."

Plus, the experience just now... wasn’t as boring or pointless as Mom said.

Actually, it felt pretty nice.

She’d always thought, hearing those weeping songs, it must be painful, so she’d kind of believed what Yin Qinghe told her.

But honestly, it wasn’t really painful...

Or, well, not exactly.

But it was...

Zhao Mengli’s heart was full of embarrassment as she instinctively lifted her face.

Face to face, gazes met—even though the two kept some distance, she didn’t even have to look down to sense something not her own...

A hot spot.

"Ah!"

Zhao Mengli couldn’t take it, covering her burning cheeks with her jade hands!

Her little junior...

But soon, her attention shifted.

The warmth inside, after healing her wounds, began to flow through her body—not along her meridians, but... her blood.

Wherever it went, she could distinctly feel her flesh and bones undergoing some kind of change.

This wasn’t healing, it was improving her constitution?!

Zhao Mengli had no time to be shy anymore.

At first she thought it was just an illusion, but now it was different—she could feel, almost visually, her body as if it were land after Spring Rain, all life awakening, dew nourishing everything.

Just in that brief moment, she could sense the surrounding Spiritual Qi far more clearly.

The outside Spiritual Qi drifted down like snow, landing on her.

The speed changed!

She wasn’t even running a cultivation technique, which meant... her affinity for Spiritual Qi had risen!

Her affinity improved?!

Zhao Mengli was actually shocked at herself for thinking that.

Affinity is tied to one’s root bone.

That means... her root bone had changed and improved?!

How could that be?!

Not only is it impossible, she’d never even heard of such an absurd thing.

Root bone is set at birth—that’s common knowledge, a hard rule!

Even ordinary people who can’t cultivate know this.

She carefully sensed it again.

Confirmed—no mistake, it wasn’t her imagination.

Though, the change wasn’t dramatic, maybe even negligible, but—change is change.

And what caused this change was... those warm currents inside her!

It seemed, those flows came from junior brother?

She wasn’t entirely sure yet.

But, to test her theory would be simple.

Gradually, Zhao Mengli’s fingers parted a tiny gap from her covered face, her bright eyes peering through moonlight to sneak a glance...

Then she quickly closed her hands over her face again! 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"Should I... try again?"

Her jade legs bent, nervous toes curled up tight.

Even knowing it’s ridiculous,

Her emotions were a mess right now.

But.

Even if just an illusion—she wasn’t nearly as resistant to it as before.

Because honestly, it was already quite...

Qin Yu had no clue about her inner changes—he just tucked in the blanket for her, intending to let her snuggle up for sleep, but the girl pressed closer, wriggled around, and even...

Tch!

Qin Yu looked at that face, as red as a ripe lychee, and couldn’t help wanting another taste.

When their gazes met, little senior still bit her lips lightly, her teeth gleaming, breath fragrant, half shy, half charming.

The earlier bashfulness and awkwardness actually gained a hint of anticipation...

"Senior sister, aren’t you going to rest?"

Zhao Mengli fluttered her lashes, "Isn’t it still early?"

Qin Yu immediately got it!

...

Next door.

Master Yin Qinghe had already drifted lightly to sleep, lying flat, her jade hand gently touching the skin on her pale neck, which Zhao Mengli usually rested on, but now it felt a little odd instead.

Suddenly.

She furrowed her brows.

Next door—there were noises again...

After being tormented these past days, Yin Qinghe wondered if she was hallucinating.

But as she listened closely, she quickly picked out the difference from the noises!

It was her little cabbage’s voice!