Cultivation: Starting from a Mortal Bone

Yin Qinghe could only watch, even while eating, sitting at the same table, she maintained the demeanor of the mentor’s wife, pretending to be indifferent.

Ha!

So childish.

Such a grown person, still being fed, doesn’t she have any hands?!

She couldn’t care less.

However, witnessing Qin Yu’s safe return, her heart, which had been unsettled for so long, finally found peace.

Tonight, perhaps she could finally have a good night’s sleep...

Right?

"I’m heading back to my room to rest."

The beautiful mentor’s wife couldn’t bear it anymore, and stood up to return straight to the main house.

After closing the door,

Yin Qinghe let out a soft sigh, a flash of sadness crossed her eyes.

Earlier today, even Lin Shuishui sat on Qin Yu’s knee...

That was still her niece, couldn’t they be a bit discreet?!

Humph!

But retreating to her room was actually intended to let Qin Yu accompany the three of them, after all, they were the ones who most needed comfort right now.

As for her as the mentor’s wife...

When does a mentor’s wife need comfort from a disciple?!

She doesn’t need it!

At night.

Lin Shuishui would not willingly get off Qin Yu, like a little octopus, clinging to his neck.

Zhao Mengli chimed in, "Junior brother, let Shuishui stay with us, these days we’ve been sleeping together."

Clearly, they had become the best of friends, just shy of facing hardship together.

Qin Yu glared at her.

He knew exactly what the junior sister was up to.

But he couldn’t just force the little girl off, could he?!

Helpless.

Qin Yu could only coax her with some stories.

Perhaps due to tiredness from sleepless nights, Lin Shuishui soon fell asleep in his arms.

When Qin Yu returned to his room, two little wives greeted him.

"Hehe!"

...

Yin Qinghe lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

"Damn it!"

Her complexion was flushed for some unknown reason, her jade legs continuously kicked the blanket.

It’s really too much!

She suddenly sat up, her moist and peachy eyes glared towards the direction of the side room.

Truly not considering the feelings of her as the mentor’s wife, right?!

Almost as if afraid she wouldn’t hear...

At this moment, Yin Qinghe was wearing loose and thin sleepwear, possibly due to anger, the neckline of her clothes heaved.

Stuffy.

Hot.

Extremely uncomfortable, making her unable to settle down.

She got out of bed, went to the bathing room, and soon, faint sounds of water came from inside.

Why faint...

That’s a question.

A night, long yet short.

But for Yin Qinghe, it was indeed very long, ultimately, whether out of fatigue or for other reasons, she fell asleep in the bathtub.

Until midday, Qin Yu finally woke up.

Having been busy all night, his face still showed no trace of exhaustion.

Not disturbing the two little wives who were still sound asleep.

Freshened up.

Just as he was about to find the beautiful mentor’s wife to talk about something, Yin Qinghe walked in from outside.

Noticing her serious expression, seemingly preoccupied, Qin Yu approached and asked, "Mentor’s wife, what’s wrong?"

"Has something happened?"

"Nothing major."

Yin Qinghe glanced at Qin Yu, then sat on the bench in the courtyard and said, "Cyan Mountain Sect has suddenly imposed stricter measures, it seems like they’re controlling the city gates."

Upon hearing this, Qin Yu’s heart trembled.

Why would Cyan Mountain Sect suddenly impose stricter measures?

"Perhaps they are looking for someone."

Yin Qinghe continued, almost causing Qin Yu to lose his composure.

Looking for someone?!

Could they be looking for me?

Is it an order given by Saintess Su Xiyue?!

Hiss!

What to do now?

"Why are you so nervous?"

At this moment, Yin Qinghe noticed Qin Yu’s abnormality, and paused her actions, "You wouldn’t have... done something, would you?"

Qin Yu’s misdeed was beyond just doing something.

His crime was absolutely unforgivable, deserving every conceivable punishment hundreds of times over!

Moreover, he was among the cultivators forcibly taken by Hundred Sword Sect, so Su Xiyue’s suspicion that he was a cultivator from Lin Xian City was quite normal.

In reality,

Qin Yu was overthinking it.

Normally, a cultivator committing such a crime, how could they return to their original city?!

Isn’t that asking for death?

"Swipe!"

Seeing Qin Yu’s off expression, Yin Qinghe pulled him into the main house, and after closing the door, she asked in a low voice, "Did you harm a disciple of Cyan Mountain Sect?!"

"No."

Qin Yu shook his head, but with a bitter smile.

He didn’t harm a disciple of Cyan Mountain Sect.

He harmed...

The Saintess!

The future Lord of the Immortal Sect!

"Why are you nervous if not, the stricter measures should only be a check for moles left behind by Hundred Sword Sect." Yin Qinghe was puzzled.

That does seem possible.

But the guilty Qin Yu didn’t dare to bet.

Originally, he was planning to discuss with the beautiful mentor’s wife about leaving Lin Xian City.

But now...

It’s probably best to postpone and observe first.

Inside the room,

Silence returned.

Due to tension around Qin Yu, Yin Qinghe still held his hand, and only when relaxing slightly did she realize.

Her face reddened, instinctively trying to shake it off.

But how could Qin Yu let her succeed.

This was the beautiful mentor’s wife who held his hand!

His palm wrapped around her delicate and smooth fingertips, holding tightly, Yin Qinghe began to struggle, failing to shake him off, her autumn-water eyes glared at him, flashing with hints of embarrassment and anger, lips slightly opened, and scolded, "Let go!"

"Mentor’s wife, would you like to know what happened these days..."

Qin Yu wouldn’t let go, and conveniently changed the topic, also good for preparing her psychologically.

Of course, this naturally omitted the part with Fairy Xiyue, he only mentioned that he hid away for a time after going off the grid.

Although Qin Yu spoke lightly, Yin Qinghe listened with trembling heart.

The battle of Foundation Establishment Stage Great Cultivators, coupled with Cyan Mountain Sect Saintess and Demon Sect Demoness showing up together, the peril within was beyond words.

Nervously, she forgot to retract her hand.

Just letting her disciple hold it.

"Mentor’s wife, there’s actually another matter."

Qin Yu’s expression suddenly turned serious.

"What matter?" Yin Qinghe looked at him in confusion.

Qin Yu exhaled a breath, then slowly opened his mouth: "Mentor’s wife, to be honest, when I went off the grid, I... killed disciples of Hundred Sword Sect."

"What!"

Upon hearing this, Yin Qinghe’s body trembled, eyes showing a trace of disbelief and shock.

"You... you mean..."

She wanted to speak further, but reason kept her in control, she swallowed her unfinished words, then went to the window, looked around, assured no one was there, then returned, her expression serious as overcast clouds, stared at Qin Yu: "Is this true?"

"Yes."

"And two of them!"

"Hiss..."

Yin Qinghe inhaled sharply, shocked inside, coupled with complex emotions, she knew the gravity of this matter, for a time, the room was so silent only the sound of heartbeats could be heard, the atmosphere tense enough to almost solidify.

"Mentor’s wife, leave here with me."