Cultivation: Starting from a Mortal Bone

Yin Qinghe’s face was full of disbelief.

She actually couldn’t break free?!

No matter how, she was a cultivator of the Qi Refining Seventh Layer, even if she wasn’t using her full strength, Qin Yu shouldn’t have been able to withstand it.

After the surprise, Yin Qinghe applied a bit more Spiritual Power...

However, it was still useless.

She just continued like that, and even when she nearly used all her strength, Qin Yu’s palm remained unmoved.

"How is this possible?!"

Yin Qinghe’s eyes went wide, full of astonishment.

Qin Yu himself didn’t actually know how powerful the surging blood in his body was, but just now, the bit of resistance from his teacher’s wife...

Couldn’t say it had no effect at all.

It was just like being tickled.

So strong!

This was entirely beyond Qin Yu’s expectations.

He felt more confident now.

He was really afraid that due to his rash action just now, his teacher’s wife might throw him out of the Alchemy Room.

"Teacher’s wife, I’m doing this for your own good."

"If you continue like this, not to mention mental injuries, even your body won’t be able to take it..." 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Qin Yu continued to persuade her, emotionally expressive.

If it wasn’t for the fact that he was still holding her small hand, unwilling to let go...

Yin Qinghe might have really been moved by him. She bit her teeth lightly and squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth, "You... let go!"

"Ahem!"

Qin Yu’s old face blushed, though a bit reluctant, he withdrew his palm.

His teacher’s wife’s small hand was as soft as jade.

It felt so good!

"Hmph!"

After a light snort, Yin Qinghe stopped purifying the medicinal liquid.

Mainly because she was worried this disobedient disciple might do something to her again.

How strange.

A cultivator of the Qi Refining Seventh Layer couldn’t do anything to him.

The power contained in that palm made her heart tremble.

If he held her down, wouldn’t she be unable to escape?!

Pah!

What on earth was she imagining?

How dare this disobedient disciple?

This is the kind of behavior that would destroy the relation with a teacher, something the world would condemn.

Thus, after glaring at Qin Yu again, she put away the medicinal liquid and headed for the couch.

Just to recover some spent Spiritual Power.

"Teacher’s wife, let me help you relax a bit..." Qin Yu followed behind her, coming over.

"No need!"

Yin Qinghe decisively refused.

"Teacher’s wife, I truly just want to show my filial piety, staying up all night with alchemy hurts my heart..."

Qin Yu spoke with genuine emotion, in order to reassure his beautiful teacher’s wife, he vowed sincerely, "I will just massage your shoulders, nothing else!"

If it’s just massaging the shoulders...

It’s not impossible.

Yin Qinghe had not rested much during the high-intensity alchemy throughout the night.

Mainly it was the heavy burden at her chest that made her shoulders sore and uncomfortable, recalling the feeling of Qin Yu’s previous massage.

This disobedient disciple, his skills in this area are quite good.

Let him give a massage then?

After all, she’s the teacher’s wife, and it was also for refining medicinal liquids for him, what’s wrong with letting him express some filial piety?!

"Only the shoulders!"

Yin Qinghe lay down, still giving a serious instruction.

"Rest assured, teacher’s wife, don’t you trust your disciple?"

Qin Yu, with the demeanor of a gentleman, quickly moved closer, standing by the head of his beautiful teacher’s wife.

Yin Qinghe just lay down, looking at him, and recalling the shadow over her head last time, her gaze immediately sharpened, and she lightly rebuked, "Stand to the side!"

She motioned to the side.

Qin Yu felt a bit unwilling in his heart.

After all, standing in the current position is the best way to see the full view of his beautiful teacher’s wife.

If he stood to the side, the view wouldn’t be as good as now.

"Fine!"

To reassure his teacher’s wife, Qin Yu agreed and moved to the side.

When he was just about to start massaging, his teacher’s wife pulled a thin quilt over herself, especially piling it firmly over the heavy burden in front of her.

How excessive!

Qin Yu was jaw-dropping as he watched this scene.

Isn’t he decent enough?!

He hadn’t done anything!

He felt he was already as close as family with his teacher’s wife, why still so distant?

Yin Qinghe saw the change in his expression from the corner of her eye, feeling a burst of pride in her heart.

Hmph!

Did she not know this disobedient disciple’s little thoughts?!

"Teacher’s wife, move in a little more."

Qin Yu’s words made Yin Qinghe alert again, her peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed, staring at him intently.

"Teacher’s wife, you see, from the side, it’s a bit hard to massage properly on that side."

Saying this, Qin Yu gestured as well.

Yin Qinghe took a look.

It was indeed a bit hard to apply pressure, mainly if massaged from this angle, it felt as if this disobedient disciple was entirely over her body.

If Li’Er came in and saw this scene, there might be some misunderstanding.

She reluctantly shifted a bit.

Originally, she thought Qin Yu was going to drag a chair over, but unexpectedly, Qin Yu just sat in the space she cleared.

Fortunately, it was at her waist.

Though there was a bit of contact, it didn’t touch any important area.

Seeing Qin Yu already starting to massage her shoulders, the words on the tip of Yin Qinghe’s tongue were swallowed back.

She moved a bit further in, trying to avoid contact, yet this disobedient disciple leaned in again.

While speaking, "Teacher’s wife, so considerate, knowing this posture is uncomfortable for the disciple to sit in."

Yin Qinghe’s eyes widened again, her small mouth opened and closed, unable to speak.

Shameless!

If you knew it was uncomfortable, why not bring a chair?

"Ugh!..."

As Qin Yu pressed down, Yin Qinghe couldn’t help but squint her eyes, even letting out a vague sound from her slightly open mouth.

Then she didn’t bother to argue anymore.

This disobedient disciple’s massage was indeed comfortable, just wondering when Li’Er would come, as she spread a wisp of awareness to the door while enjoying her disciple’s filial piety.

In a daze, it was unclear how much time had passed.

Vaguely.

Yin Qinghe caught a whiff of an unusual scent.

Subconsciously, she opened one eye slightly.

That glance startled her, her pupils couldn’t help but shrink.

This disobedient disciple somehow shifted closer, his robe nearly touching her face.

That unusual scent was naturally...

Despicable!

This disobedient disciple!

Does he truly intend to destroy the relation with the teacher?!

Yin Qinghe was grinding her teeth almost to the point of shattering, yet she didn’t dare to open her mouth to say anything.

Seemingly afraid of something happening.

Originally, she thought this guy would be very relaxed, but the corner of her eye saw Qin Yu seriously massaging her shoulder, without any intention of offending her.

Could it be she misunderstood, and he merely meant to find a better angle to massage her shoulders?

Yin Qinghe was somewhat uncertain.

Yet, the masculine aura completely disturbed her mind.