Cultivation: Starting from a Mortal Bone

The Sect Leader cried.

Perhaps, back then, she never imagined that one day, she’d be bullied by her own disciple.

"This is the act of betraying your master and your ancestors!"

"You’ll be spat on by thousands for generations!"

Yet, at the critical moment, the Sect Leader somehow found the strength to subdue Qin Yu in one swift move, scaring the hell out of him.

He thought the Sect Leader’s wounds had improved and she was about to give him a lesson.

But unexpectedly...

The scene by the hot spring replayed itself.

"Master, you—what are you..."

Qin Yu stared, dumbfounded, at his Sect Leader, unable to react at all for a moment.

However, the Sect Leader only shot him a fierce glare, then lowered her head and went about her own business, completely ignoring him.

Qin Yu found it unbelievable.

The Sect Leader possessed an Innate Sacred Body; normally, Qin Yu didn’t stand a chance. But now, she was giving up her advantage on her own...

No doubt about it, she was asking for trouble!

...

...

Under Qin Yu’s incredulous gaze, the Sect Leader raised her noble head.

Why was she raising her head...

That was the question!

Then, the Sect Leader closed her eyes, nervously and carefully sensing within herself.

Sure enough, after a moment, a new thread of warm current blossomed inside her.

Moreover, as the two streams of warmth merged, the areas they touched healed faster, and her physique improved even more rapidly.

At that instant, the Sect Leader, who’d just been swallowing bitter hardship, quietly felt a glimmer of joy in her heart.

Her deduction was right after all!

Good thing she reacted in time; if she’d hesitated even a bit longer, wouldn’t it have all gone to waste?!

Damn it!

Saying all that nice stuff about repaying her kindness and healing her wounds, about improving her Root Bone, and in the end this rebellious disciple just looked out for himself!

He didn’t spare a thought for his master—not even a little!

When she opened her eyes again and looked down at the stunned, wide-eyed rebel, the Sect Leader glared at him in irritation, flicking a cold glance his way.

"..."

Qin Yu was almost numb from it all.

He had no idea why his Sect Leader would be...like this.

Nor did he know what sort of emotional journey she’d been through.

But, well.

Whether it was the visual shock or anything else...it all hit the maximum.

"Master, have you ever read the Journey to the West Storybook?"

"Hmm?"

The Sect Leader clearly didn’t get why Qin Yu was changing the subject and was briefly taken aback.

Still, she’d always loved storybooks, so this did pique her interest.

"It’s said, when the master and disciples reached the Women’s Country, the Queen fell head over heels for Xuanzang at first sight, restless night and day, unable to eat or drink..."

"But Xuanzang replied, ’This poor monk entered the Buddhist Sect from childhood. My heart is free from attachment; all four elements are empty!’"

"The Queen gazed at him lovingly: ’You say all is empty, yet you keep your eyes closed. If you’d just open them and look at me, I don’t believe there’s nothing in your eyes...’"

The Sect Leader listened intently as the plot unfolded—yet the deeper it went, the more her heart twisted in pain.

That Tang Xuanzang was so stubborn, again and again rejecting the Queen’s heartfelt affection at the door.

Soon enough.

Soft, intermittent sobs began to drift from the Sect Leader inside the room.

Those tears—no one knew if they fell for the Queen’s tragic fate in the story, or for that missed and fleeting romance—overflowed with endless sorrow and regret.

She was heartbroken.

Boohoo!

This damn disciple lied to her.

At last, the Sect Leader’s tears burst like a string of broken pearls, scattering everywhere. She wept with all the poignant beauty of rain-soaked blossoms, her very soul in agony.

All a muddled mess!

...

No one knew how long had passed.

The Sect Leader looked weary too; she gently rubbed her cheeks, sore from...talking so much for so long.

She threw a slightly annoyed glance at the troublesome disciple by her side.

Eventually, she couldn’t hold out anymore and, worn out like a drowsy kitten, nestled in Qin Yu’s chest and fell sound asleep.

Qin Yu looked down at his Sect Leader master—so close, within reach—and a trace of a smile unconsciously curled up at his lips.

The Sect Leader whom he yearned for, day and night, who haunted his dreams, finally fulfilled his wildest wishes!

His Sect Leader’s Innate Sacred Body was truly formidable—even as a Pure Yang Divine Body at the third layer, he still struggled to handle it!

Thankfully, her persistent...actions.

Only then did he have a slight upper hand.

It wasn’t that Qin Yu didn’t care for his Sect Leader master—it’s just, whenever he tried to remind her, she’d glare furiously at him.

As if blaming him for getting in her way.

What else could Qin Yu do?

He could only follow his Sect Leader’s lead.

Only then did Qin Yu turn his attention to the flame.

[Su Xihe Romantic Point: 30 (Love Awakens)]

First was the Sect Leader’s Romantic Point.

Qin Yu was very pleased!

How does that saying go...()

He truly believed it.

If not, making his own master fall for her rebellious disciple would probably be impossible.

He kept looking down.

[Lifebound Divine Technique: Minor Achievement (3/10)]

[Lifebound Divine Sword: Treasure Artifact (3/10)]

Indeed, only by winning the approval of the ten Innate Sacred Bodies...

could one enhance the Lifebound Divine Technique and Lifebound Divine Sword.

Qin Yu hardly ever drew his sword.

Yet, every time the Divine Sword left its sheath, it moved as if guided by his will, smooth and natural—as if this was an instinct carved deep into his soul.

Just one Sword Technique was enough to effortlessly defeat a Hundred Sword Sect Elder with higher cultivation—the power was staggering.

Now, with another leap in his Lifebound Divine Technique, who knew how high it’d reached?

After all, Sword Momentum was already something out of reach for cultivators across the ten domains in Cyan Mist Hall!

In that instant of enlightenment, Qin Yu felt as if thousands of years had passed.

And this time, it was no longer swinging the sword, but an understanding of ’sword’ itself.

My heart is the sword’s heart.

The sword’s heart is my heart.

Perhaps, this level could be called...Unity of Man and Sword.

The sword and I can no longer be separated; we’re one and the same.

Qin Yu felt that, with a single thought, wherever the sword pointed, mountains could split and rivers could break.

Who knew what the next level would be like.

Qin Yu was looking forward to it.

Still, things like this can’t be forced.

It’s rare enough already—and there’s no way to seek it out. Luck decides everything.

To obtain three like this...

Qin Yu was already quite satisfied. As for what else—

Let nature take its course.

Strange, though—the ancient records say these are extremely rare, so why, in this little Yunlan Domain, did he encounter three of them?!

Is his luck no good in finding money on the street because it’s all used up on this?

Then, Qin Yu focused on his Lifebound Divine Sword.

Before, as a Spirit Weapon, the sword already possessed a certain spiritual resonance.

Now, with this upgrade, it emitted a faint aura of treasure light, making it all the more remarkable.