Cultivation: Starting from a Mortal Bone

”Me?”

Liu Zixiao was not unwilling, but rather, though she had awakened her Spiritual Power, her talent in this regard was quite ordinary, so she had dedicated herself solely to cultivation.

”Sect Leader, can’t you do it yourself?”

Su Xihe not only possessed profound attainments in Alchemy, but also had made remarkable achievements in Talisman, Array... all with impressive success.

Though she could not be compared to the top masters in the Yunlan Domain, she was by no means an average figure.

”I...”

Su Xihe was about to express her shortcomings, but Liu Zixiao cut her off directly, ”With Qin Yu’s talent in Spiritual Power, how many in the entire Yunlan Domain can match him? He just needs a guide, and Sect Leader, you are truly a perfect fit...”

”Unless, you want to push Qin Yu to those old geezers?”

It was only with these final words that Su Xihe’s brow truly furrowed, but she still did not agree, only replying, ”Let’s talk about it later.”

It wasn’t that she was unwilling, but rather, she had never taken on a disciple before, fearing she might inadvertently hold Qin Yu back.

...

As for Qin Yu.

Fortunately, the room had compartments, otherwise during the days on the Flying Ship, he wouldn’t have been able to raise his Flame Point.

At first, Yin Qinghe wanted to run off and have a compartment to herself, but Zhao Mengli grabbed her.

Ever since Master’s wife arrived, the pressure on her and Lin Qianqian had greatly lessened. How could they pass up such an opportunity?

It was the perfect chance to blend in.

Time passed.

The Flying Ship traveled at incredible speed, allowing Qin Yu to achieve the feat of covering a thousand miles in a day.

They drew near the Cyan Mountain Sect.

Qin Yu led Master’s wife and the others to the side of the ship, gazing into the distance; the endless mountains spread like a giant dragon, winding and twisting, finally vanishing into the ethereal clouds and mist, outlining a breathtaking, intoxicating masterpiece of grandeur.

Cyan Mountain Sect—once the number one Immortal Sect of the Yunlan Domain—stood atop the largest Spirit Vein in the region, hence coveted by the Hundred Sword Sect.

The Spiritual Qi here was so abundant it could be seen with the naked eye, condensing into mist that hovered around the mountains, resembling a paradise removed from the mundane world—desirable and shrouded in mystery.

It’s no wonder that even ordinary Outer Disciples of the Immortal Sect, given the same cultivation time, would possess higher cultivation and strength than any Loose Cultivator. Such a heaven-sent abundance of Spiritual Qi was every cultivator’s dream—unattainable to most mortals.

”Just cultivating in this place is far superior to Lin Xian City by who knows how much...”

Yin Qinghe sighed with anticipation and excitement gleaming in her eyes.

Lin Shuishui and Zhao Mengli were transfixed, eyes wide open, unable even to find a voice to exclaim.

They had lived all their lives in Lin Xian City; the number of times they’d left... could only be called extremely few.

Zhao Mengli was better off, after all, living within the city—just obsessed with Alchemy and seldom venturing out. For the Lin Qianqian sisters, for over a decade, the only way they’d glimpsed the outside world was through a tiny window.

Not until they moved into Danxin Herb Hall did their outings become more frequent.

Even so, the world they could see was limited to just a corner of the city; when had they ever witnessed such vast mountains and rivers?

As they were yet to recover from their daze, the Flying Ship had already sailed past the Sect Protection Array and steadied itself before the main peak.

”They’re here!”

Sect Leader Su Xihe stepped out of the Main Hall at a measured pace, followed closely by a procession of high-ranking, powerful elders of the Cyan Mountain Sect, their footsteps in perfect unison, solemn expressions adding to the atmosphere of dignity and gravitas.

It was obvious—they had come out to welcome Su Xiyue!

Within the Cyan Mountain Sect, the Saintess ranked just below the Sect Leader, a position of utmost honor. Yet, for this status alone, it would not require all the elders to come out together.

There was no doubt—they had come to verify the truth in person.

News that Saintess Su Xiyue had broken through to the Golden Core Realm in Lin Xian City still left a trace of lingering doubt in their hearts.

After all, a cultivator in the Golden Core Realm at the age of eighteen—such a record was nearly unheard of in the entire Yunlan Domain. It wasn’t that they refused to accept it, but the fact itself was too miraculous—utterly defying common sense!

In fact, Su Xiyue had only been away from the Immortal Sect for a few months; logically, she must have already reached the verge of a breakthrough before leaving, just one step away from the threshold.

How could one leave the Immortal Sect at such a critical moment?!

Moreover,

In recent times, the rumors outside had become increasingly outrageous—some even claimed Su Xiyue possessed the Dao Bone.

How could that be?!

Could it be that Su Xiyue had concealed her true Root Bone all along?

Of course, such a possibility existed, but the probability was minuscule. If it were revealed, none of them would ever dare covet the seat of Sect Leader again.

”Swoosh!”

A figure, light as the wind, drifted down leisurely from the clouds. Su Xiyue was the first to leave the Cloud Ship, landing before Su Xihe and the assembled elders.

”Welcome, Saintess...”

In an instant, at the foot of the main peak and throughout the Immortal Sect, countless disciples gazed upward, their eyes reflecting her transcendental, fairy-like presence as she descended to the mortal world. Their hearts swelled with boundless admiration and fervor; emotions soared, and voices thundered in unison, the roar dispersing even the clouds above.

In this moment, the morale of the Cyan Mountain Sect reached an unprecedented height.

If Sect Leader Su Xihe was the bright sun in their hearts, then Su Xiyue was their spiritual pillar.

Especially now!

”She’s truly in the Golden Core Realm.”

Compared to the disciples, Su Xihe’s heart settled, and her confidence surged.

As long as her younger sister had truly broken through to the Golden Core—Dao Bone or not—she could accept it!

The elders’ expressions flickered through a range of changes.

To hear it was one thing; to see it with their own eyes was entirely another.

And it wasn’t just her realm!

Standing there, Su Xiyue became the very center of her surroundings; the Spiritual Qi of heaven and earth, as if drawn by some unknown force, visibly converged upon her.

In a blink, her form was enveloped in that mist-like Spiritual Qi.

In the haze, her figure grew more ethereal and pure, sacred beyond compare, like a fairy untouched by the defilements of the mortal world, unsullied by even a trace of worldly dust.

That clarity and loftiness was displayed on her to ultimate perfection.

She seemed like a Divine Maiden descending slowly from the nine heavens—so awe-inspiring and majestic that reverence arose unbidden within the hearts of all who looked, their hands itching to bow in worship.

In this moment, it was not only Su Xihe—even the elders felt a certain sensation in their hearts...

Could it truly be the Dao Bone?!

Good heavens, the depths of these sisters’ minds was enough to leave one speechless.

Su Xihe, despite holding the seat of Sect Leader, had, due to her youth and limited seniority, not yet established sufficient authority in the hearts of the elders.

Yet, at this very moment, these elders were wholly and utterly convinced by her.

She’d hidden it so well!

Now, the elders had all decided that it was Sect Leader Su Xihe who had long concealed the truth about Saintess Su Xiyue’s real Root Bone.

Even amid storms and adversity, she had never let slip the slightest whisper!

If not for Su Xiyue breaking through her shackles in that Spiritual Qi-starved Lin Xian City, perhaps even now, they would still be in the dark.

Su Xihe, at this moment, was wholly unaware that in the hearts of these elders, her image had quietly transformed, even their attitude growing more respectful by the moment.

She stepped forward at once, gently taking Su Xiyue’s jade-like, warm hand. The doubts and hopes she’d nursed in her heart finally settled for good in this instant.

Dao Bone!

Golden Core!

It was all true!