Cultivation: Starting from a Mortal Bone

Yin Qinghe didn’t speak. Her gaze swept over everyone in the room as she silently made up her mind.

Suddenly, she let go of her worries.

Her tightly furrowed brows relaxed.

However, Qin Yu’s brows knitted together.

Maybe Yin Qinghe thought she herself was insignificant, and that made her the most fitting candidate!

Qi Refining Seventh Layer.

She seemed to have the highest cultivation among them, but is that really true?!

Ever since Qin Yu obtained the Pure Yang Divine Body, he hadn’t fought anyone, so he wasn’t sure just how strong the power inside him was. But after that last sparring match with his master’s wife, he got a rough idea.

At the very least, he was already at the Qi Refining Peak.

And the strength hidden in his blood felt bottomless. He reckoned that even against someone in the same realm, he could crush them easily.

These days, he also noticed that his self-healing and recovery ability were terrifyingly strong!

Maybe.

He might still have a slim chance at survival!

"I’ll go!"

Qin Yu blurted out the two words. His expression was utterly calm, as if stating the simplest truth. His tone was level as water, yet held a firm resolve that brooked no argument.

Even though he’d always cherished his life, and only wanted to lay low and survive.

But to stand by and watch his woman walk towards death—Qin Yu told himself he could never do that.

"No!"

"Absolutely not!"

Almost the instant he finished, the four women in the room all spoke up at once, staring at Qin Yu, their faces unwavering.

In their hearts, anything could happen to themselves, but nothing could happen to Qin Yu.

He had already become the pillar in everyone’s heart!

Take the Lin Qianqian sisters: if not for Qin Yu taking them in, maybe they wouldn’t even still be alive now.

And Zhao Mengli had long put Qin Yu as her number one. In her heart, Qin Yu was as important as her master’s wife!

Both were the most important, irreplaceable family!

As for Yin Qinghe, though she hid it well, her loss of composure in the Alchemy Room last time exposed a few clues.

This importance wasn’t just because of Qin Yu’s talent!

Not for anything else—just because he was Li’Er’s husband, and Li’Er would rely on him in the future. Just for that, Yin Qinghe couldn’t let Qin Yu take the risk.

Looking at their uncompromising faces, Qin Yu felt warmth surge in his chest, and instead felt a lot more at ease.

"Master’s wife, Li’Er, Qianqian, Shuishui."

"Honestly, I won’t hide it from you—I have something to keep me alive, even if I go to the Ruins Rift, I’m confident I can make it out alive." 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Qin Yu explained, looking relaxed.

The four women glanced at each other, then fixed him with skeptical looks.

How come none of them knew Qin Yu had something to keep himself alive?

Qin Yu smiled confidently. "Relax, how could I possibly fool you all?"

He really did have something to keep himself alive.

His talent.

His Spiritual Power was already at High Tier, so getting picked for the Immortal Sect shouldn’t be an issue.

His Root Bone was just a bit lacking; maybe it would be a bit of a chicken rib for the Immortal Sect, but surviving shouldn’t be that hard.

Too bad he didn’t get enough time—otherwise, once breaking through to Spirit Bone, things would have been very different.

"No, it’s not just the countless dangers inside the Ruins Rift—even those Hundred Sword Sect people, they clearly don’t want any cultivator who goes in there to come back out alive."

Yin Qinghe, after all, ran a medicine shop, and naturally had heard some things about the Immortal Sect.

For loose cultivators like them, they were nothing but ants in the eyes of Immortal Sect disciples.

The Immortal Sect cultivators wouldn’t care about their lives. If it came to treasures or some unforeseen accident, killing to silence witnesses was only too common.

They stood above all and never cared about morals with loose cultivators.

"Don’t worry, master’s wife, since I’m confident, I’ll definitely come out safe. Maybe I’ll even bring you all some treasures or spirit fruit when I return."

Qin Yu waved his hand, joking.

"But..."

"It’s settled!"

Seeing Qin Yu’s unhurried, even somewhat relaxed demeanor, the four women exchanged glances and finally stopped protesting.

Although they were still worried, they preferred to trust Qin Yu.

"Husband, I believe in you. If you don’t come back, I’ll come find you." Lin Qianqian said resolutely.

"Brother-in-law, me too!"

Lin Shuishui nodded non-stop.

Yin Qinghe didn’t say anything, but her eyes locked tightly onto Qin Yu.

[Yin Qinghe Romantic Point: 25 (Feelings Awakened)]

The sudden rise in Romantic Point made Qin Yu freeze, and he slowly looked towards his beautiful master’s wife, only to see her blushing lightly, unable to meet his gaze, pretending to shift her eyes calmly.

Qin Yu grinned. True feelings really are the most deadly.

"Junior brother, maybe I’ll go with you? Your survival skills should be able to protect both of us, right?"

Zhao Mengli sidled over, full of anticipation.

This time, Yin Qinghe pursed her lips but didn’t stop her; she simply pretended not to see.

"No way, it’s too dangerous."

Qin Yu refused outright.

He had the Pure Yang Divine Body—even facing danger, he still had a shot at survival.

After all, Qi Refining Peak was a high cultivation in the city; even ordinary disciples from Hundred Sword Sect were just at Qi Refining Realm.

As long as he didn’t get targeted by the Foundation Establishment Great Cultivator, things would be fine.

But if he took Zhao Mengli along, things would be different.

"Alright then."

Zhao Mengli was disappointed, but her eyes shifted and she grabbed Qin Yu’s hand, speaking softly, "Junior brother, I want to improve my Root Bone again."

As she spoke, her lovely cheeks flushed, and she shyly leaned into Qin Yu’s ear, whispering, "Junior brother, that scary method you mentioned before..."

"I...I want to try it."

Qin Yu: "..."

Why does this feel like I’m corrupting a little girl?

Before, Zhao Mengli always felt it was...

So she refused every time.

He glanced at Yin Qinghe, seeing her face calm and composed, which let him breathe a sigh of relief.

"Master’s wife, we’ll take our leave now."

Seeing Zhao Mengli’s eager look, Qin Yu could only helplessly salute Yin Qinghe and withdraw.

But once they left, Yin Qinghe’s cheeks instantly turned rosy.

Though Zhao Mengli had spoken quietly, at such a close distance—with her cultivation, how could she possibly not hear?!

Just the thought of little cabbage about to do that, her collar started trembling with emotion.

If Qin Yu weren’t about to head into the Ruins Rift, planning to let them enjoy some warmth, she as the master’s wife would have certainly separated the lovebirds by force.

What time is it, still thinking about useless things like that!

Then she turned and went to the Alchemy Room.

These three days, Lin Xian City was shrouded in a stifling and heavy atmosphere. Hundred Sword Sect disciples patrolled the streets constantly.

Any cultivator who tried to flee the city, if caught, was killed on the spot without exception; even their families were implicated.

This city, once bustling and crowded with loose cultivators from all directions, had in an instant become deathly silent. Only inside the City Lord’s Mansion, lights blazed all night and voices hummed, a stark contrast to the quiet outside.

"The three-day period is up. Assemble at the city gates!"