Cultivation: Starting from a Mortal Bone

The Mind Control Technique that Yin Qinghe is teaching now is different from the methods recorded in the insights.

That was just a technique for purifying medicinal liquid.

The Mind Control Technique is a technique for controlling Spiritual Power.

In Qin Yu’s perception, he could see that between the beautiful master’s mother’s ten fingers, there were strands of spiritual threads.

As the master’s mother moved her fingers, the spiritual power threads continuously adjusted, appearing so pleasing to the eye.

Unlike him at all.

Compared to the master’s mother, he could only be described as ’dull’.

"To think it could be like this..."

Qin Yu murmured, the light in his eyes growing even brighter.

He perceived that when the master’s mother’s spiritual power overflowed and wrapped around his fingertips, it became much easier to manipulate those threads through his fingers.

A new path unfolded before Qin Yu’s eyes.

While Yin Qinghe was controlling her spiritual power, she glanced at Qin Yu and, seeing him watching intently, couldn’t help but feel a bit gratified.

This guy, although somewhat unreliable usually, was serious when it came to important matters, not letting her down in her unreserved guidance.

She then continued to explain how to finely control spiritual power, while Qin Yu also extended his spiritual power, imitating Yin Qinghe’s movements with considerable resemblance.

"You are just starting to learn, so you can practice... slowly?"

Yin Qinghe explained in great detail, nearly without reservation, but when she looked up again, her pupils constricted, and her speech elongated.

She saw Qin Yu’s spiritual power turning into lines winding around his fingers, and with the movement of his fingers, the spiritual power quivered slightly like harp strings.

Although that spiritual power seemed on the verge of collapse at any moment, Qin Yu was able to control the spiritual power’s aggregation and reformation well, though not as smoothly as her own actions. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

But still, this was Qin Yu’s first time controlling spiritual power in this way.

Even she herself had taken about six months to reach what Qin Yu was achieving now.

And yet, Qin Yu had reached her six-month level in less than half an hour?

Could Yin Qinghe not be moved?!

"Hoo, hoo..."

"Master’s mother, could it be that your disciple is too dull?"

A moment later, Qin Yu withdrew his spiritual power slowly.

He frowned slightly, seeming somewhat unsatisfied with himself, unable to be as at ease as the master’s mother.

Yin Qinghe, hearing this, couldn’t help but place her hand on her forehead, lightly shake her head, and mutter to herself: "If that is considered dull, then with my own aptitude, should I not feel ashamed and hide myself?"

However, although Qin Yu’s words were slightly disheartening, they also highlighted the gap between herself and Qin Yu.

This disciple of hers not only advanced in spiritual power quickly, but his comprehension and learning abilities were also far beyond her reach.

Perhaps...

Yin Qinghe strongly felt that Lin Xian City was just a starting point for him.

Such a person should not be buried in the Loose Cultivator City.

Feeling the gaze of the beautiful master’s mother, which seemed as if she wanted to devour him, Qin Yu swallowed and timidly asked, "Master’s mother, was there something your disciple did not do well enough?"

Yin Qinghe: "..."

Composing herself, she replied seriously, "This was your first attempt, and to achieve such results... is already quite good."

"You should contemplate it thoroughly by yourself."

She didn’t want to discuss the topic any further.

However, seeing Qin Yu lingering around her side unwilling to leave, she glared at him, "Go back to your place!"

"Oh."

Qin Yu found no excuse and had no choice but to stop lingering.

Some things cannot be rushed!

Returning to his place, Qin Yu continued practicing his attempts.

He still hoped to be able to purify a Third Grade product to share some responsibilities with the master’s mother.

When Qin Yu really walked away, Yin Qinghe instead felt a bit of emptiness in her heart.

She didn’t hurry with purifying the medicinal liquid but observed Qin Yu, occasionally offering some guidance.

It was nearly noon when Zhao Mengli finally walked in yawning.

This made Yin Qinghe frown deeply.

Really getting more and more out of line!

Just let it pass since it’s newlywed, but this has been going on for seven days in a row, daily like this; is there no intention to cultivate anymore?!

Yin Qinghe couldn’t quite understand.

She had even asked Xu An, who confirmed that Qin Yu hadn’t taken any medicine from him during this period.

Why was Li’Er always this fatigued, while the bull Qin Yu seemed completely unaffected?

It was indeed strange.

"Li’Er!"

Seeing Zhao Mengli habitually leaning towards Qin Yu again, Yin Qinghe couldn’t help but speak up, calling her over.

Not only was she neglecting her own cultivation, but she was also disturbing Qin Yu!

"What’s the matter... master’s mother?" Zhao Mengli looked at her, not feeling she was doing anything wrong, still heading towards Qin Yu.

"Junior Brother~"

That soft voice was irresistible to anyone.

Yin Qinghe was so angry she almost burst.

To act so unscrupulous in front of her, what about behind her back...?

Inexplicably, some sounds echoed in her mind.

Zhao Mengli had once mentioned Lin Qianqian, and now, with herself, she was even... more unbearable.

No way!

She must be properly disciplined; otherwise, how could she continue staying in this Alchemy Room?!

"Li’Er!"

Yin Qinghe called out, stopping Zhao Mengli, who was about to sit on Qin Yu’s lap, with a cold face, "Come with me!"

"But..."

Zhao Mengli seemed reluctant but, seeing her master’s serious expression, followed her out.

Fearing their conversation would be overheard, they returned to the main room.

Yin Qinghe sat upright.

After Zhao Mengli came in, she leaned towards her.

Her face showed signs of fatigue, evident she probably hadn’t slept much last night.

It’s unspoken what she was doing during sleepless nights.

"Master’s mother."

She tried to snuggle into her food pouch but was pushed away by Yin Qinghe in disdain.

After a few attempts, Yin Qinghe softened.

Her Li’Er was still so young, yet constantly...

How could that delicate body bear it?

Unavoidably, she felt some heartache, lightly scolding, "How can you not know restraint, continue like this and your body will collapse before long!"

If the bull... was too strong.

The ground, even, could be exhausted.

Zhao Mengli nestled against her chest, rubbing comfortably, and soon closed her eyes.

Only when lying on the master’s mother could she sleep soundly.

"Did you hear what I said?"

Seeing she was ignoring her, Yin Qinghe nudged her.

"Not at all." Zhao Mengli just snuggled again, muttering softly.

Even though it had only been a few days, she could clearly feel the strengthening warm current within her body, already noticeably detectable.

She was, in fact, just tired, not injured or anything.

But indeed, Junior Brother was too formidable; even when she joined forces with Qianqian, they were entirely no match for him.

She even considered inviting Lin Shuishui.

One night, she quietly opened the door...

And ended up being thoroughly reprimanded by Junior Brother.