Cultivation: Starting from a Mortal Bone

Of course, Qin Yu already experienced the benefits of the Pure Yang Divine Body last night!

He could finally hold his head high!

Half a year!

A whole half a year!

From the very first day, he had never truly won.

Although Lin Qianqian was very considerate, never exposing his clumsy excuses, it was exactly because of this that Qin Yu felt so frustrated!

But there was nothing he could do.

The soil had never been overworked to begin with!

Not to mention, with Qianqian’s warm current helping out, her recovery speed was amazing. Qin Yu was even more powerless, able to fight for one night and then needing a day off.

As for last night’s results...

Lin Qianqian was still unable to get out of bed, which spoke volumes. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

As for Qin Yu, he didn’t show the slightest fatigue, his blood and energy surging, his head held high in pride, totally different from his previous defeated state!

Just based on this alone, Qin Yu felt he truly lived up to the name of Divine Body!

Last night, Lin Qianqian contributed a full six Flame Points.

And that was only because Qin Yu went easy on her.

At this rate, whether it was Spiritual Power or Root Bone, the speed of improvement would increase dramatically!

Feeling completely refreshed!

Qin Yu cultivated with full motivation.

The whole day, the Alchemy Room was quiet. When Zhao Mengli came in and saw him cultivating, she didn’t disturb him at all.

Time spent raising cultivation was monotonous.

But, having a stable environment, even being able to use Spirit Stones, was a luxury for most cultivators.

This also showed, from another angle, just how profound Danxin Herb Hall’s foundation was.

After all, it was the savings of an Alchemist over more than a hundred years.

Time soon reached evening.

When Qin Yu opened his eyes, he found little senior sister already waiting by his side.

"Junior brother!"

Zhao Mengli leapt straight into his arms, resting herself against his chest, sweetly saying, "I missed you."

Such a girl, who wouldn’t love her?!

"I missed you too!"

Qin Yu lowered his head and captured those petal-like lips.

[Zhao Mengli Romantic Point: 50 (Never Leaves)]

Tsk!

Little senior sister is so easily moved, her Romantic Points increase so quickly! Just a bit of tenderness and it jumped by ten points.

Opposite them.

Beautiful mistress felt she really couldn’t stay in this Alchemy Room anymore.

Damn it!

Once again acting like she didn’t exist!

She just glanced at them, then stood up and walked out.

Hiss!

After leaving the Alchemy Room, she raised a hand to rub her aching brow, her eyes filled with worry.

Now, everything is developing in a good direction, she cannot let her issues ruin everything at the last minute.

Her gaze turned firm!

She could do this!

After dinner.

Yin Qinghe didn’t drag Zhao Mengli back to her room again. She simply went to the main house, took a bath, and then quietly slipped into the Alchemy Room.

Since the injury slowed her down, if her efficiency wasn’t enough, she’d just make up for it with more time!

She planned to use the nighttime as well.

No matter what, she had to make it through these years!

...

Inside the room, only Qin Yu and Zhao Mengli remained.

Lin Qianqian had gone to sleep in her sister’s room again.

Finally, it was just the two of them. Zhao Mengli couldn’t wait and said to Qin Yu, "Junior brother, quickly check my Root Bone!"

With Lin Qianqian’s experience earlier,

Qin Yu certainly knew that little senior sister must have experienced the benefit of that so-called "warm current."

"Junior brother, could it be... you already knew?"

Just by looking at his expression, Zhao Mengli could tell he knew, and immediately her eyes widened in surprise.

"This can’t be shared with outsiders, okay?"

"Ah?"

Zhao Mengli instantly looked like a child who’d done something wrong, a bit timid, but still honestly said, "Junior brother, I already... told Mistress."

"..."

Actually, all of this was within Qin Yu’s expectations.

Otherwise,

he would have waited until Zhao Mengli woke up yesterday.

"Junior brother, I... I..."

His silence made Zhao Mengli panic, her eyes turning red and her hands gripping his clothes tightly.

"It’s fine, Mistress... she’s not really an outsider." Qin Yu quickly hugged her and soothed her gently.

After a while, Zhao Mengli sniffled and nervously asked, "Really?"

"Mm."

Qin Yu answered firmly and explained, "Mistress has taught and nurtured me, and now she’s refining medicinal liquid day and night for us."

"How could I treat Mistress as an outsider?"

Finally coaxed the little senior sister, who even earnestly promised she would make Mistress swear to never tell anyone else.

"Junior brother, can Qianqian benefit too?"

"Of course!"

Qin Yu smiled faintly.

But he was a little curious—Lin Qianqian’s Root Bone didn’t improve quickly, so how did little senior sister see results so fast?

"No wonder Qianqian is always so eager at night..." Zhao Mengli muttered to herself.

Those things she couldn’t understand before, now seemed perfectly natural.

Even she herself was... pretty eager, right?!

"What did you say?"

"No... nothing."

Zhao Mengli hurriedly shut up, as if afraid Qin Yu would realize something, then coyly said, "Junior brother, I want to improve my Root Bone..."

Of course Qin Yu had to fulfill her wish.

He scooped little senior sister up in his arms and strode toward the bed.

The night had just begun.

Soon, some of Zhao Mengli’s cries sounded from within the room.

"Ah!"

"Junior brother, did you just grow again?"

"Hehe!"

[Emotion Point from Zhao Mengli +5]

Shocked, Zhao Mengli instantly offered up her Emotion Point.

...

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...

Morning.

Zhao Mengli was destined not to get up. Even though Qin Yu already went easy on her, she still couldn’t handle it.

She was just an ordinary body, after all—how could she compete with a Divine Body?!

Qin Yu didn’t wake her up.

As usual, after eating with Lin Qianqian and her sister, he headed for the Alchemy Room.

As soon as he pushed open the door, a wave of medicinal fragrance hit him.

Mistress was still purifying medicinal liquid.

She looked exhausted, clearly hadn’t slept all night. The furrowed brow further showed she’d spent the entire night purifying liquid without rest.

She was clearly at the end of her rope, yet she was still pushing herself.

Soon after, once the medicinal liquid was purified, she skillfully bottled it, then rubbed her brow again and took out another portion of medicine.

"Mistress."

Qin Yu spoke, catching Yin Qinghe’s attention.

"You’re here."

Her voice was obviously weak, but her hands didn’t stop as she poured medicinal liquid into the alchemy furnace.

"Mistress!"

Qin Yu’s tone grew a bit more serious, approaching her, "You should rest a bit, there’s no rush."

Yin Qinghe frowned, about to assume her authoritative Mistress demeanor, but Qin Yu grabbed the hand holding the medicinal liquid, stopping her from pouring it in.

She was momentarily startled. "You!..."

Yin Qinghe never expected Qin Yu to be so bold.

If he’s already acting like this now, in the future won’t he just... bully his own Mistress?!

Instinctively, she gathered a bit of Spiritual Power, trying to break free of Qin Yu’s grasp. Yet the next second, an unexpected sound escaped her lips—

"Eh?!"

What’s going on?!