Cultivation: Starting from a Mortal Bone

Qin Yu was, of course, unaware of what had happened.

As the distance to the Ruins Rift grew closer, he became increasingly anxious.

Unless absolutely necessary, he was unwilling to reveal his talent.

Escaping with his life would be possible.

However, entering the Immortal Sect would inevitably test his Root Bone. If his Root Bone were to enhance once again and be detected, it would be difficult to explain.

Clearly.

The so-called Immortal Sect members are not all celestial beings; they are simply mortals with greater talent. For the sake of chances, they would do anything!

Therefore, one must exercise extreme caution!

As for... escape.

Obviously, the people from the Hundred Sword Sect wouldn’t give such an opportunity.

Alas!

"What to do, do I really have to enter the Ruins Rift?!"

Qin Yu inadvertently glanced at Jia Li at the very front.

But it was precisely this glance that made Jia Li suddenly turn his head. His eyes were as sharp as a hawk’s, causing Qin Yu to feel a chill rising from his spine, his hairs standing on end, as if he was being watched by a fierce tiger, the impending feeling of life’s precariousness made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Fortunately, he was merely a Qi Refining Fourth Layer Junior Cultivator. After a glance, Jia Li withdrew his gaze.

After this experience, Qin Yu became even more cautious.

This Jia Li was surely a cultivator who had awakened Spiritual Power!

"Hmm? Why has the weather suddenly turned cold?"

An exclamation of doubt broke the surrounding silence, and everyone carefully felt the inexplicable temperature drop around them.

But it was clearly still midday, the sun blazing high, how could it suddenly get cold?!

The disciples of the Hundred Sword Sect were also looking around, exchanging puzzled glances, only Jia Li slowly stood up, a faint smile curling on his lips.

"Since you’re here, why not show yourself!"

Jia Li’s voice sounded, leaving everyone bewildered, while the Hundred Sword Sect disciples were as if facing a great enemy, drawing their swords in vigilance.

"Jia Li, you hurt our Cyan Mountain Sect people, invaded our Immortal Sect’s sacred land, and seized our city!"

"Today!"

"To end you!"

Without seeing anyone, only hearing the voice, ethereal and melodious, like the clearest stream in a mountain ravine, cold and pleasing.

The arrival turned out to be a woman.

Though not visible, just from the voice, it was enough to sketch a portrait of a peerless beauty.

All around, the cultivators were drawn by this suddenly ethereal sound, raising their heads and looking around, trying to catch the source of the voice, only seeing the leaves swaying with the wind, clouds rolling, and the voice continued to softly resonate like the gentlest murmur in a dream, making one intoxicated, yet evoking a sense of awe.

Qin Yu slowly lifted his head, looking up into the sky.

Focusing intently.

Finally.

He saw a figure that he would remember for a lifetime.

That graceful figure was not flying with a sword, but stepping on a willow leaf, riding the wind.

Her posture was exquisite, like a fleeting step over waves, with a transcendent and beautiful air; a white dress lightly fluttered with the breeze, ethereal and untouched, as if a fairy descended from the Jasper Pool of the heavens, amidst the dazzling sun and magnificent mountains, only she stood out, becoming the most captivating scene between heaven and earth.

She delicately held a Cyan Blade longsword in her hand, the slender blade reflecting a chilling shine under the sunlight, its edge sharp, as if to cut through all worldly illusions.

This sword was not just her weapon but an extension of her lofty and aloof nature.

Because of the side view, Qin Yu couldn’t see the woman’s full appearance.

Yet, that unstained white garment quietly painted the purest scenery in the world. Waist-length black hair danced gently with the wind, sketching a living picture in the air, so exquisite it enchanted, as if nature’s proudest stroke had quietly sprinkled a trace of extraordinary beauty into the mundane world.

This scene, this moment, was breathtakingly beautiful, so beautiful it went beyond the limits of any words to describe.

Just one glance felt like a million years had passed; time seemed to freeze in that instant.

"It’s Su Xiyue, Su Xianzi!"

Someone recognized the figure, called out excitedly.

"Su Xiyue?!"

Even Qin Yu had heard the name of Su Fairy.

The region they were in was named... Yunlan.

Su Xiyue!

Indeed, she was regarded as the number one among the young generation in Yunlan Domain, even hailed as the First Fairy of Yunlan Domain. She is the Saintess of the Cyan Mountain Sect and the future Lord of the Immortal Sect!

Legend has it she was as beautiful as a celestial being, with unmatched talent, possessing a rare Top Grade Spirit Bone.

It was this exceptionally favorable talent and Root Bone that allowed her to have a smooth journey in cultivation. At barely twenty years old, she had already overcome many obstacles and reached the peak of Foundation Establishment, her cultivation so profound that even older Great Cultivators had to bow in admiration, lamenting their inferiority.

The name of Su Xiyue had long been spread as a tale in Yunlan Domain, her every appearance accompanied by countless attention and adoration. She was not just the pride of Cyan Mountain Sect, but also the unreachable bright moonlight in the hearts of all young cultivators in this region.

"What a fortune it is in this life to witness Su Fairy’s elegance in person; even if I become dust tomorrow, I will feel my life held no regrets!"

The surroundings were filled with excited voices, yet none harbored any irreverent or unclean thoughts.

"So, in this world, there really are fairies..."

Qin Yu sighed internally; he just simply wondered how there could be such a wondrous woman in existence, merely standing there, exuding sacredness and elevation that does not tolerate intrusion, making one instinctively hold their breath, fearing any breath of mortal air would disturb that solitary beauty.

She was so ethereal, untouched by worldly smoke and fire; even a speck of dust upon her seemed like an offense.

"There is hope!"

Not only Qin Yu, but all cultivators felt elated.

Qin Yu quickly retracted his gaze.

Such a fairy was not someone a Qi Refining Fourth Layer Junior Cultivator like him could covet. For now, survival was more pressing!

...

"Su Xianzi, my life, Jia Li’s, isn’t so easy to take!"

Jia Li’s expression changed momentarily but quickly returned to calmness.

Strangely enough.

In facing Su Xiyue, he did not appear flustered.

It should be known.

The title of First Fairy isn’t merely a description of Su Xiyue’s beauty!

It’s about strength!

Though both are Foundation Establishment Cultivators, there is still a vast disparity in strength.

Su Xiyue said no more, the Cyan Blade longsword in her hand sang, as chilling intent swept all around, seemingly to freeze the entire world.

Even the cultivators on the ground shivered involuntarily.

"Su Xianzi, do you think the Hundred Sword Sect isn’t prepared?!"

Jia Li also surged with Spiritual Power, the sword beside him humming in response, yet he did not directly act, but suddenly called out: "Will the two Elders not show themselves?!"

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Almost as soon as the words fell, two streaks of light emerged from the woods on either side, within the blink of an eye surrounding Su Xiyue.

"Shameless, to bully the small with the great is one thing, but to use three against one is outrageous!"

Witnessing this scene, someone immediately voiced injustice on behalf of Su Fairy.

However, more people wore grim expressions.

Because the two figures that appeared later had equally strong auras and were, in terms of presence, not inferior to Su Xiyue!

"Su Fairy, in peril!"