Cultivation: Starting from a Mortal Bone

Even after sensing that Qin Yu had already put on his clothes, Su Xihe still did not turn around.

Damn it.

That image seemed to be imprinted in her mind, impossible to erase.

Once again, the truth proved that the more you try to forget something, the harder it is to forget.

Whether it’s a person or an object, it’s the same.

She finally understood why Liu Zixiao seemed out of sorts that day and insisted on supervising herself.

It turned out, she was frightened and wanted her good sister to share the burden.

This sister.

Could be really wonderful!

Su Xihe felt like grinding her teeth to bits.

Just wait, Liu Zixiao, as long as she finds an opportunity!

Qin Yu’s gaze involuntarily fell on the Sect Leader’s cheek, that rosy glow, resembling the first bloom of peach blossom in early spring, tender and alluring, reflected in the morning light, exuding a subtle, indescribable charm.

The scene was breathtakingly beautiful, as if all the colors and vitality of the world were condensed in this crimson hue.

He couldn’t help but be mesmerized, as if everything around him lost color, with only the Sect Leader’s charming blush blooming vibrantly in his eyes.

”What are you looking at?!”

Su Xihe suddenly turned around, her eyes intertwining shyness and mild anger, staring straight at Qin Yu.

This guy, could he really think she knew nothing about this?!

How dare he be so unabashed, constantly staring at her!

”Uh.”

Qin Yu’s heart skipped a beat, quickly retracting his gaze, lowering his eyelids.

Can he be blamed?

People are always attracted to beautiful things.

How could he be an exception?!

Just looking at her, it’s impossible to have vacant eyes.

However, to avoid being scolded, he quickly changed the topic, ”Thank you, Master, for protecting your disciple. Your disciple is extremely grateful.”

After saying this, he bowed again.

The Sect Leader didn’t hold onto it stubbornly, but her chest rose slightly, indicating that her emotions hadn’t entirely calmed down.

Surely she couldn’t... truly hit him, right?

If her sister finds out about this, asks her, how could she articulate it?

She always felt that taking Qin Yu as a disciple might have been a mistake from the start.

There’s no denying, Qin Yu’s talent and abilities are top-notch, but he is just a bit... unreliable.

Ordinary cultivators have tranquil hearts, immersing themselves fully in the path of cultivation, almost indifferent to external affairs. Contrary to them, Qin Yu seizes any chance to glance at her whenever he sees her.

Is she really that good-looking?

It won’t even assist in cultivation.

”You just broke through, go back and solidify your cultivation properly, do not slack!”

With those words, Su Xihe gently moved with graceful steps, her figure swayed as she walked slowly to the door.

”Yes.”

...

Returning to the cave, it was somewhat late.

Qin Yu returned to the cave, his lovely wives seemed to have fallen asleep.

He bathed and changed clothes.

Lifting the bedding, he discovered Lin Shuishui was sleeping with them.

Not wanting to disturb them, Qin Yu quietly lay on the outermost side of the bed.

Closing his eyes, he felt a soft and cool slender body snuggle gently into his embrace.

Looking down.

Lin Shuishui’s small figure met his gaze, dressed only in a thin garment, her skin shining faintly in the moonlight.

She looked quite delectable.

After being spotted, she wasn’t scared at all, instead, she cuddled closer, snuggling further into his arms, as if wanting her whole body to merge into him.

”Why aren’t you sleeping?”

Qin Yu didn’t urge her to leave but asked softly.

”I want brother-in-law to hold me while I sleep.”

She answered directly and innocently, with a touch of charming simplicity, her white jade-like fingers lightly wrapped around Qin Yu’s neck, whispering in his ear.

Truly a clingy little spirit.

Qin Yu knew he couldn’t refuse her, so he gently embraced her.

Unexpectedly, she was so restless, she twisted in his arms, provoking him to stop her in anger before she quieted.

”Brother-in-law, this way, can Shuishui’s root bone improve like Sister’s?”

Lin Shuishui fluttered her eyes, looking at him expectantly.

”You are still young, no need to rush.”

Qin Yu’s words made the young girl pout, her eyes full of grievance, she whispered, ”Brother-in-law, will you not abandon Shuishui in the future?”

”What are you saying?”

Qin Yu glanced at her lightly, knowing that Lin Shuishui still lacked a sense of security.

After all, she’s alone at night, living in a separate room.

So he put aside the feelings in his heart, and without resistance, held her warmly in his arms.

”Hehe.”

Never fails.

Lin Shuishui finally closed her eyes contentedly, like a lazy kitten, nuzzling affectionately at his neck, finding the most comfortable position, she pillow her head on his arm, gradually closing her eyes.

Late night.

Su Xiyue arrived.

Qin Yu saw her, and also noticed a trace of worry on his little fairy wife’s face.

He then remembered what the Sect Leader mentioned during the day.

Just as he was about to inquire.

Dang! Dang...

The deep and distant sound of a bell resonated over Cyan Mountain Sect, seven times in a row, signifying a huge crisis approaching the Immortal Sect.

All Cyan Mountain Sect disciples, stewards, elders, whether cultivating or in seclusion, stopped what they were doing and gathered beneath the main peak, ready for battle.

”Swish——”

When the bell tolled the second time, Su Xiyue moved, disappearing without a trace.

”My husband, has something urgent happened?”

Zhao Mengli, Lin Qianqian, they all came out from the house, worried.

”Stay in the cave and wait peacefully, don’t go out. I am here for everything.”

Qin Yu instructed, then left the cave, heading toward the main peak’s hall.

As he stepped into the hall, he immediately noticed the unusual atmosphere—

Su Xihe the Sect Leader, Saintess Su Xiyue, and Liu Zixiao along with other elders had all gathered there, their eyes focused on the faraway sky.

In the boundless skies, a streak of meteoric light was charging toward Cyan Mountain Sect with astounding speed.

”It’s here!”

With the Sect Leader Su Xihe’s murmur, a huge and overwhelming aura surged from her body, like a raging tide, instantly filling the entire space.

Soon after, she transformed into a stream of light soaring into the sky, her expression solemn, facing the enemy, emanating an imposing and murderous aura.

”Haha...”

”Su Sect Leader, time flies, not seen in years, you remain as impressive as ever, even more so than before.”

From afar, unseen but the voice arrived first, swiftly six imposing figures pierced the sky, steadily hovering high above Cyan Mountain Sect.

Su Xihe gently lifted her eyelids, her autumn-water-like gaze unconsciously narrowed slightly, seemingly able to discern all worldly illusions.

”Jian Hai...”

Her voice carried a hint of coldness and an imperceptible quiver.

The visitor was none other than the master of Hundred Sword Sect—Jian Hai, along with five accompanying Golden Core Realm elders from Hundred Sword Sect, they stood side by side, their presence grand like a newly formed Sword Array, sharp and conspicuous.