Cultivation: Starting from a Mortal Bone

Hundred Sword Sect!

They’re unmistakably the number one Immortal Sect in the Yunlan Domain right now!

Why else would they dare to seize Lin Xian City so boldly?

Why would they ambush the Cyan Mountain Sect’s Saintess?!

Do they not know how important the Saintess is to an Immortal Sect?

They know.

Hundred Sword Sect doing this shows they’re not afraid of Cyan Mountain Sect’s retaliation at all.

Qin Yu’s been thinking about these issues these past few days.

For a loose cultivator, honestly, joining Hundred Sword Sect in Yunlan Domain is no doubt the best option.

The vast majority of cultivators do exactly that.

That’s why Hundred Sword Sect grows stronger and stronger, and Cyan Mountain Sect is gradually being pushed to the margins.

Qin Yu believes, with the Root Bone and talent he’s shown now, joining Hundred Sword Sect shouldn’t be difficult.

But!

After joining Danxin Herb Hall, Qin Yu discovered a problem.

If anyone pays close attention to him and his beautiful wife, some things just can’t be hidden—surely they can’t have Lin Qianqian and her sisters stay locked up in the room forever?!

And then there’s the fact that he’s lived in the Outer City for over twenty years—no way to explain that.

With this kind of Root Bone and talent, how could he have been stuck living in the Outer City for twenty years?

Just thinking about it makes Qin Yu break out in a cold sweat.

If Danxin Herb Hall hadn’t run into trouble back then, if he’d joined another pharmacy... the consequences could’ve been disastrous.

Now that he’s realized these issues might expose his secrets, he has to avoid them as much as possible.

Immortal Sects are way more complicated than Danxin Herb Hall; if even one person has evil intentions...

So, what Qin Yu wants is to leave Yunlan Domain, go to some other region, find a small city, refine some medicinal liquid, earn spirit stones, and steadily improve himself.

Of course, before that, he has to make the beautiful Mistress...

one of his own!

"Mistress, come with me."

"Leave?"

Yin Qinghe was taken aback, then fell silent.

She was born in Lin Xian City—and at least until now, never considered leaving.

But Qin Yu killed a Hundred Sword Sect disciple, so obviously it’s not safe here anymore.

Qin Yu wants to leave, and Lin Qianqian and her sisters, Zhao Mengli, will probably all go with him.

That would leave her alone.

Is she supposed to stay here, growing old by herself in loneliness?!

No way!

Besides, how could she leave Li’Er behind? What if Qin Yu bullies Li’Er in the future?!

Still, she said, "I have to stay and look after Danxin Herb Hall."

Of course, Qin Yu wasn’t about to leave her behind; he stepped closer. "Mistress, as long as we’re here, we can open a pharmacy wherever we go."

He was confident about that.

"You!..."

Yin Qinghe wasn’t doubting his talent, but right now, Qin Yu was way too close, and the heat in his eyes made her flustered.

"Your disciple can’t run a pharmacy; wouldn’t I still have to rely on Mistress, then?"

Qin Yu’s words made Yin Qinghe’s eyes light up.

Her hesitation, her uncertainty—it’s all because she didn’t know what identity she’d take leaving with Qin Yu.

This was a pretty good excuse. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

No—

This is a reason!

Even telling Li’Er, she could say it confidently.

Leaving with them is for managing the pharmacy, earning enough spirit stones for their cultivation—not for any other reason.

"I’ll think about it."

Yin Qinghe still said that, but then paused and continued, "At present, it’s really not good to leave the city. The conflict between Hundred Sword Sect and Cyan Mountain Sect should not be over yet."

"If we’re careless and get swept up in it..."

Qin Yu’s brows furrowed slightly.

That’s exactly what he was worried about.

Ordinarily, with his cultivation, moving around wouldn’t be dangerous—but the situation has changed, a Ruins Rift appeared here, and a lot of cultivators will be gathering in this area.

There’ll definitely be Foundation Establishment Great Cultivators as well.

"In the city, we probably don’t have to worry about Hundred Sword Sect..."

Qin Yu’s heart was bitter.

Hundred Sword Sect isn’t what he’s worried about—the real issue is...

Cyan Mountain Sect!

But at least that Saintess’s Romantic Point got pulled up a bit, so her intent to kill him shouldn’t be too strong now, right?

If she really wanted to kill him, the Romantic Point should fluctuate.

Thinking like this...

Qin Yu felt a little reassured.

At least, staying in the courtyard without going out, as long as he’s not recognized, he should still be safe.

Wait until the Ruins Rift disappears, the outside calms down, then make plans—should still be in time.

"Mistress, these past days, your disciple made you worry."

Qin Yu’s gaze fell again on his beautiful Mistress, especially when he caught sight of those bulging little "watermelons"—he couldn’t help feeling a bit stirred.

Long time no see.

He misses her!

Like seeing an icy watermelon on a scorching summer day.

Qin Yu can actually hold himself back; you can’t say he lacks willpower.

Last night, he saw it clearly, the flame drew from her, twice, emotion points from his Mistress.

No wonder the beautiful Mistress looks a touch exhausted now.

She probably didn’t rest well last night.

"It’s all my fault for making Mistress worry, so you didn’t get a good rest. How about I make it up to you..."

What Qin Yu meant by "make it up" was, of course, to give his Mistress a massage to help her relax.

But Yin Qinghe kept feeling this rebellious disciple knew something.

Li’Er didn’t tell him about sneaking by the walls, did she?!

She meant to reject Qin Yu outright, but not just last night—really, ever since Qin Yu left, she basically hasn’t slept well.

She’d been planning to rest properly last night, but...

Now, she really was more tired than ever.

Especially when Qin Yu mentioned it, she felt even more uneasy all over.

So...

Let him do it?

It’s all because of him she’s anxious and exhausted; letting him show some filial piety is only fair, right?

So, in a sort of half-accepting, half-resisting way...

Wait.

Wasn’t this a massage?

What’s with this rebellious disciple pushing her toward the bed?!

Yin Qinghe stopped, but Qin Yu behind her couldn’t stop in time and crashed right into her back, making her stagger, half-falling onto the bed.

"Ah, Mistress, why’d you stop? Your disciple didn’t hurt you, did he?"

Qin Yu said that, but didn’t move an inch; he stood right behind the beautiful Mistress.

From his viewpoint...

Damn!

He almost exploded.

No doubt about it!

The main room’s ventilation sucked; Qin Yu was here for the first time, but already felt his breathing wasn’t smooth, noticeably heavier.

"You!..."

Yin Qinghe bit her lip and turned back, those watery peach blossom eyes glaring at him angrily.

This rebellious disciple!

Don’t tell me he wants a ride on his Mistress’s back?!

She wanted to push Qin Yu away, but as soon as she moved back, she ran right into a...

[Tomorrow: Outburst!]