Cultivation: Starting from a Mortal Bone

Yin Qinghe’s peach blossom eyes instantly widened in shock.

And, because of the momentum when she got up, her clothes directly...

She suddenly gathered her strength and shoved Qin Yu away, finally getting a chance to catch her breath.

"You!..."

Yin Qinghe spat a few times, then looked up, glaring at the rebellious disciple before her with those peach blossom eyes ablaze.

She’s really gone too far!

Yet Qin Yu just looked completely innocent, "Master, your disciple didn’t do anything at all."

Yin Qinghe stared at him in disbelief.

Could it be she’s saying that as the master, it was...

Wait a minute.

It really wasn’t that rebellious disciple shoving it in her mouth—it seemed like she accidentally did it herself.

Damn it!

She’d bitten her teeth so hard they could’ve shattered, just wishing she could bite that rebellious disciple a few times herself.

Right then, the door was pushed open.

Zhao Mengli walked in from outside, yawning.

"Junior Brother!"

"Master."

Well, look at that!

She called "Junior Brother" first, then "Master" only after!

Yin Qinghe had actually already accepted this way of addressing her anyway—after all, Zhao Mengli was now Qin Yu’s wife, so calling along with him wasn’t a big deal.

Of course, there was probably another more important reason, too!

Yin Qinghe tidied up her robes and pretended nothing had happened at all, raising her neck high like a swan and stepping gracefully out of the room.

"You two, focus on cultivation!"

She left a final word, then walked away without even looking back.

Watching her fiery figure disappear, Qin Yu finally withdrew his gaze and looked down at his own robe.

Huh.

Why is there a damp spot?!

Could it be it’s raining outside?

But it’s broad daylight, the sun blazing in the sky.

...

Could it be just now...

Just thinking about it, Qin Yu felt the blood in his body start surging.

Zhao Mengli was still half-asleep, but when she saw the scene before her, she froze in shock. Then she panicked, instantly wide awake.

"Junior Brother, I haven’t even rested enough yet!"

"How about I call Master back..."

As soon as she said that, she changed her mind, "No, wait—or, why don’t you go find Sister Qianqian instead."

"What nonsense are you talking about."

Qin Yu walked over and fiercely seized her lips, suppressing the fire within himself for quite a while before finally saying, "Cultivate!"

Even though he’d obtained the Pure Yang Divine Body, his realm was still only at Qi Refining Fourth Layer.

He still had to work hard to climb up in realm.

He couldn’t possibly just let the beautiful Master do all the refining and support him forever, right?!

He knew Master had taken a blow to her spirit.

But whether that "warm current," as Lin Qianqian and Eldest Martial Sister described it, actually helps with mental wounds...that was a question.

Strange indeed.

Every time he gained a Flame Point, Lin Qianqian and his Eldest Martial Sister both received a warm current boost.

So how come the beautiful Master never did?!

She’d contributed plenty of Flame Points already!

Could it be...

Qin Yu pondered as he started cultivating.

The entire day, Yin Qinghe didn’t return to the Alchemy Room.

As dusk approached—

Suddenly—

"Rumble rumble rumble!..."

A muffled, thunderous sound came from the far horizon, overwhelming in momentum. The spiritual qi throughout Lin Xian City surged turbulently.

"Hm?!"

In the midst of cultivation, Qin Yu and Zhao Mengli opened their eyes one after another.

In that instant, both sensed the turbulent stirring of spiritual qi between heaven and earth.

"What’s going on?"

Qin Yu had never encountered anything like this in decades.

Even great cultivators dueling wouldn’t cause such a commotion.

Qin Yu and Zhao Mengli stepped out of the Alchemy Room shoulder to shoulder, their gazes both turning toward the horizon.

At the edge of the sky, a strange spectacle quietly unfolded—

Black and red tangled together into a magnificent and sinister painting, as if dusk and night were pulling at each other, finally ripping open a shocking fissure across the endless heavens.

Qin Yu couldn’t possibly see that far, but for some reason, a strange premonition surged in his heart—as if something momentous was about to happen.

He couldn’t help but tightly furrow his brow.

Instability was the thing he feared the most right now.

He still needed more time!

As the night deepened, the scar-like rift gradually disappeared into darkness. The surrounding spiritual qi, after a bout of disturbance, also quieted down once more.

As if nothing had ever happened at all.

In Lin Xian City, several powerful auras swiftly left the city, heading toward that direction.

Probably to investigate what had occurred.

...

Qin Yu withdrew his gaze.

Maybe some immortal opportunity had appeared.

But he wasn’t very interested.

He’d always been this way, even back when he was only at Qi Refining Second Layer, which was probably why he’d managed to survive so long!

As for those cultivators around him always chasing after fortune, who knows how many times they’d been swapped out by now, yet he’d never heard of anyone reversing their fate that way.

All along, Qin Yu just wanted a stable, peaceful life.

If that really was just some immortal opportunity, it wouldn’t make much difference to him.

This is Lin Xian City, after all, with an Immortal Sect’s protection, and the City Lord standing guard—what could really happen?

This city has already stood for who knows how many ages.

No one knows why there’s a city here—maybe because spiritual qi is so abundant here.

Battles have taken place here before.

It’s said even Foundation Establishment Cultivators from the Immortal Sects have fought over the city’s ownership.

But the city still stands, never destroyed.

It seems that even the Immortal Sects themselves do their best not to destroy the city’s foundation.

Or maybe there are other reasons people don’t know.

Anyway, as long as the city stands, it won’t affect Qin Yu too much.

When Qin Yu and Zhao Mengli returned to the courtyard, Yin Qinghe was already standing at the main house’s doorway, staring into the distance, lost in thought, her face rather grave.

Seeing Qin Yu, she instinctively wanted to hurry back inside.

"Master, at least eat something before you go and rest," Qin Yu called out to stop her.

Yin Qinghe, who had already turned away, hesitated, her expression rapidly shifting.

For some reason, she always felt that this rebellious disciple of hers meant something else by the word "eat."

But if she ignored him now, wouldn’t that just make her seem guilty?!

Besides, Li’Er was still watching.

So she turned around, acting as though nothing had happened, walked over and sat down. Then, putting on a stern face, she admonished, "Don’t go outside these days, it’s best not to leave the courtyard."

What she meant by "outside" wasn’t out of the city, but just not to leave the compound.

Clearly, it was more serious than Qin Yu thought.

"Master, did something happen?" Qin Yu asked.

Yin Qinghe gently shook her head.

She was encountering such a phenomenon for the first time, but it did seem somewhat similar to something described in books.

She hadn’t experienced it herself, so she couldn’t be sure.

Still, she pointed out that whenever something big happens, some cultivators take the opportunity to loot—so it’s best not to go out.

Qin Yu pretty much never went out anyway, so he readily agreed.

During dinner, Lin Qianqian and Zhao Mengli were especially polite, serving each other food, calling one another "sister" in the most affectionate tones.

Anyone who didn’t know might think they were real sisters.

[Yin Qinghe: Can’t you guys come see me every single day?!]