Cultivation: Starting from a Mortal Bone

”What?!”

The contempt in Leng Ruyu’s eyes instantly froze, quickly replaced by astonishment. Before the words were even out, she swiftly yanked Qin Yu—who’d been about to slip away—right back.

She snarled, ”Until my injuries heal, you’re not allowed to go anywhere!”

”...”

What could Qin Yu even say at this point?

This demoness really does squeeze every drop of bone marrow!

If he didn’t have a Divine Body, he probably wouldn’t even make it out the door.

Even so, Qin Yu was utterly conflicted the whole time, stewing in misery and rage.

The demoness not only kept glancing at him with contempt, she even insulted him relentlessly, her words sharp as blades.

”Hmph, you’re nothing special.”

”Is that it? Really? That’s all?”

”Are you even capable or not...?”

Qin Yu was grinding his teeth, secretly vowing to upgrade his Pure Yang Divine Body and avenge this humiliation!

He was determined to put this demoness in her place!

In the end, he managed to win relying on his Divine Body.

After all, his blood and energy surged like waves, endless and inexhaustible.

The Innate Sacred Body was powerful, unbeatable, but the little demoness was ultimately made of flesh and blood.

When Qin Yu stepped out of the room, it was already the afternoon of the second day.

It looked like Su Xiyue wasn’t inside the cave mansion.

Qin Yu walked out, glanced at the sky, and headed for the Sect Leader’s Cave Mansion.

He went to train with his master every day—he’d gotten used to it. Missing even one day made him uncomfortable all over.

”Master, disciple apologizes for being late. Please forgive me!”

He could only smile bitterly.

No way he’d admit defeat in front of that demoness!

[Leng Ruyu’s Romantic Point: 10 (Initial Acquaintance)]

Thankfully, effort does pay off.

Her words were pretty nasty, but deep down she was quite sincere—the Romantic Point was rising pretty quickly.

Not quite moved, but at least she wasn’t going for his throat anymore.

”Go start your alchemy first.”

Liu Zixiao’s voice rang from inside—at the same time, the door opened and out came his little fairy wife, Su Xiyue.

”Uncle Master!”

Qin Yu felt a bit awkward, wanting to greet her, but Su Xiyue walked right past him, with no emotion on her face.

Uh...

Was his little fairy wife jealous?

Granted, it was quite a long time...

But what else could he do? Every time he tried to slip away, Leng Ruyu would drag him right back—how could he refuse?

”Still staring?!”

Liu Zixiao, coming out of the room, couldn’t help but scold him.

But still—

These two look strangely compatible for some reason.

Appearance, talent... Qin Yu could definitely match their Saintess.

It’s just that Su Xiyue’s cold personality... probably wouldn’t accept him, huh?

Qin Yu didn’t explain, just followed Liu Zixiao toward the Alchemy Room. On the way, he asked, ”Master Liu, is the Sect Leader still recovering?”

”She’s much better. Should be out in a few days.”

Liu Zixiao said, ”out,” but his brows were furrowed—clearly, ”out” didn’t mean fully healed.

...

After returning to the cave mansion, Su Xiyue pondered for a while before deciding to check on Leng Ruyu.

If the demoness was improving, it was about time to urge her to leave, avoid more complications.

The First Fairy always appeared calm and gracious, never uttering a word of complaint, but... she was obviously jealous.

She probably hadn’t realized it herself.

Maybe in her worldview, jealousy wasn’t even a concept.

The moment she stepped inside, Su Xiyue unconsciously wrinkled her nose, her delicate brows drawing together.

This scent... she knew it all too well.

Leng Ruyu lay quietly on the bed, draped in a sheer veil, her silhouette barely visible. Even though Su Xiyue had steeled herself, her expression still shifted a bit.

The silk coverlet was messy, tiny sweat stains visible, a few strands of hair plastered to Leng Ruyu’s sweaty cheek.

No need to wonder—they’d clearly fought hard.

What really caught the eye was the faint red mark on Leng Ruyu’s slender neck.

It looked like a handprint, or maybe a kiss—either way, the ambiguous air was unmistakable. A glance at her lips from the side revealed a slight puffiness, adding an extra dose of allure and suggestive charm.

Su Xiyue was deeply shocked, unable to believe the scene before her eyes.

What the hell happened here?!

When she was with Qin Yu, he was so proper—why was it so different with Leng Ruyu...?

Could Qin Yu be getting revenge?

After all, Qin Yu’s own experience was similar—he’d been pushed to the limit by Leng Ruyu too.

He was carrying resentment. Totally understandable.

Thinking this, Su Xiyue felt strangely relieved—as if Qin Yu had avenged her, even just a little.

She just didn’t realize: Leng Ruyu’s pitiful state was entirely the fault of her own mouth.

Left and right, provoking and sneering—Qin Yu had never been insulted like this, so his counterattack was ruthless.

”Has your Black Qi been dispelled?”

Su Xiyue was naturally here to ask about the Black Qi. If not for that, she wouldn’t have entered at all.

”Oh, Xiyue sis, you’re here!”

At that moment, Leng Ruyu was still exhausted, submerged in the subtle changes the warm current brought, oblivious to Su Xiyue’s arrival.

Hearing her, she snapped out of it, hurriedly pulling up the covers to hide herself.

Meanwhile, a faint blush crept across the demoness’s cheeks—a mix of panic and shyness, just like a bride experiencing her first wedding night.

Seeing this, Su Xiyue felt very uncomfortable.

She... was actually reminiscing about it?

No way. Absolutely cannot let her stay. Once the Black Qi is gone, she’ll be sent away immediately.

”Thank you, Xiyue sis, for letting bygones be bygones and helping your little sis.”

Leng Ruyu struggled to sit up and thank her, but discomfort made her tremble—her face was pale, the light in her eyes dimmed, and a hard-to-name sense of loss flickered between her brows.

”Xiyue sis, I know Qin Yu means a lot to you, but you also know the Black Qi has been stuck inside me for ages. Even with that... warm current, it only eased things a bit, not much effect.”

Leng Ruyu lowered her gaze, deep powerlessness in her voice. Every word sounded like a sigh squeezed from the bottom of her heart.

Hearing this, Su Xiyue’s brows couldn’t help but knit as her gaze locked onto Leng Ruyu.

As expected.

The wound on Leng Ruyu still had traces of Black Qi.

What’s going on?!

The warm current didn’t work?!

Apparently sensing Su Xiyue’s doubts, Leng Ruyu hurriedly added, ”Xiyue sis, I promise—once the Black Qi inside me is fully cleared out, I’ll leave at once. I won’t drag things out.”

Feeling the benefits of the warm current, she finally understood why Su Xiyue knew how to dispel the Black Qi but never told anyone.

Honestly, who would share a secret that boosts Root Bone?

If it were her, she’d do the exact same.

[Tomorrow: Big Event]