Cultivation: Starting from a Mortal Bone

A full half-day passed.

Yan Yu felt weak all over, clinging tightly to her cute little tail.

She was a bit scared.

Although she still received the warm current, the unprecedented knowledge made her unsure if Qin Yu was doing it on purpose.

If it was just because of a mistake.

How could one mistake lead to another?!

"Yan Yu, what kind of person is the Empress?"

Qin Yu gently stroked Yan Yu’s fluffy ears and asked with considerable curiosity.

They were about to reach the Imperial Capital, and he thought it necessary to understand the Great Yan Empress’s temperament better, so he could act accordingly in the future.

The tingling sensation from her ears made Yan Yu’s ears involuntarily tremble slightly. She opened her eyes gently, a blaze of fervent devotion within them.

It seemed the Empress was her faith itself.

"Her Majesty is a very good person!"

Yan Yu thought for a moment and answered earnestly.

"Oh?"

Qin Yu was somewhat surprised by this answer.

There were many rumors about the Empress, yet none declared that the Great Yan Empress was a good person?

What kind of person could truly be called good?!

Was this little bunny too naïve, or was she loyal to the Great Yan Empress, refusing to discuss her behind her back?

Even with him.

Thinking of this, Qin Yu’s hand curved in a graceful arc towards her tail.

"No... don’t."

Yan Yu buried her little head in Qin Yu’s chest, her voice carrying a hint of... pleading?

She really wanted to obtain those magical warm currents.

But, but the method...

...

Su Xiyue and Leng Ruyu were in the same room.

Their relationship was very harmonious at this moment; Leng Ruyu lay on the windowsill, always gazing at something not far away.

"That Flame Guard... is truly formidable."

Even the little demoness had to admit Yan Yu’s combat prowess.

Although Su Xiyue seemed to be cultivating while sitting cross-legged, in truth, she was also paying attention to the commotion there, agreeing with Leng Ruyu’s comment.

Qin Yu’s divine body was so strong that even when her sister and Liu Zixiao often came to help, they still couldn’t match up.

However, Yan Yu faced it alone!

"Yan Yu’s voice has become somewhat different."

Leng Ruyu’s eyes suddenly revealed a hint of surprise.

Could it be...?

Just thinking about it felt terrifying.

Although she liked to act tough, she couldn’t deny Qin Yu’s strength.

Around half-day passed.

Qin Yu finally stepped out, initially intending to find the Sect Leader, but happened to see the little demoness lying by the window.

He walked over.

"You weren’t eavesdropping, were you?"

Qin Yu asked with a hint of teasing.

The little demoness couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

Was eavesdropping even necessary?!

When Qin Yu approached further, she instead retracted.

Perhaps she feared...

What happened to Yan Yu.

Qin Yu entered the room and embraced Su Xiyue’s slender waist, causing her pretty face to blush slightly.

Even though she already knew beforehand, whenever there were others around, the little fairy wife always felt a bit shy. For this, Leng Ruyu often secretly laughed, yet each time ended up with a lecture.

"Husband, what happened to Yan Yu just now?"

Su Xiyue glanced at the little demoness lying nearby, not even wanting to move a finger, and couldn’t help but ask curiously.

"She... has a somewhat special constitution, so I taught her some new knowledge."

Qin Yu couldn’t bear to upset the little fairy wife, so he gave a vague explanation.

"New knowledge?"

Her eyes lit up with eagerness; she was no longer the small boat girl who knew nothing, only how to steer a boat.

"Do you want to learn?"

Qin Yu was a bit surprised; the little boat girl’s thirst for learning remained unchanged.

"Let’s go find the Sect Leader Master."

At these words, Su Xiyue dared not face Qin Yu directly anymore.

Though the sisters had long shared burdens and tears, Su Xiyue was still a bit overwhelmed by shyness.

"Get some good rest."

Qin Yu did not force the little fairy wife.

After comforting them to rest, he left the room.

"Brother-in-law!"

Upon reaching the courtyard, a charming figure dashed into his arms like a little ornament, clinging tightly to him, unwilling to let go.

The youthful innocence hadn’t completely faded from the girl.

But with prolonged nurturing, Lin Shuishui had become increasingly enchanting, her figure more graceful, although she couldn’t compare with the beauty of the Innate Sacred Body’s master, she was enough to hold Qin Yu’s attention.

Qin Yu affectionately tapped Lin Shuishui’s perky nose, picked her up, and in this somewhat strange posture, walked inside.

Ever since swinging on the swing, Lin Shuishui seemed to have completely let go of her shyness, becoming more brave and proactive.

However, she was the youngest; when a major battle ended, she could only lie powerlessly by the side, cheering for her sister and Zhao Mengli.

To quickly enhance the Pure Yang Divine Body and break through the Celestial Palace, of the three, the gentle Lin Qianqian endured the most. Even though Qin Yu treated her gently, she was the first to give in and fall into a deep slumber.

Only Zhao Mengli bore it in silence.

"Little junior, should you go find the master?"

Zhao Mengli felt a bit regretful; next time she must drag the master along, otherwise the three of them were simply not a match.

"I’m focusing on my alchemy, don’t disturb me."

From the neighboring room, Yin Qinghe’s gentle reprimand came.

This girl, always thinking of dragging her down, always making sure she couldn’t escape her disciples’ gaze...

...

In a misty fog.

Su Xihe soaked comfortably in the hot spring, holding a book in her hands, engrossed in her reading.

Her eyes seemed to sparkle.

"Sect Leader, are you waiting for your good disciple?"

Behind her, the sound of water echoed, accompanied by Liu Zixiao’s teasing tone.

"Tch, who’s waiting for him? I just felt a bit tired and wanted to soak in the hot spring."

Su Xihe, looking proud, discreetly tucked the book into her Storage Ring, to avoid it being seen.

"Saying you’re not waiting for him, didn’t you just stand in that position back then..."

Liu Zixiao showed no mercy, ruthlessly exposing her disguise.

"Shut up!"

Su Xihe’s face flushed, recalling the scene from that day when the rebellious disciple massaged her.

This wicked woman!

Clearly, she dragged her down but dared to mock her over it.

Just wait.

There’ll be some comeuppance for this wicked woman!

Considering this, the Sect Leader secretly decided that if Qin Yu bullied Liu Zixiao again, she wouldn’t intervene, letting the rebel disciple avenge her properly.

"Sect Leader, could you tell me, how exactly did your good disciple help you with the massage that day?"

Liu Zixiao showed no fear. Instead, she drew closer.

"You..."

Su Xihe felt inner shame and anger; the vile Liu Zixiao, she was the blemish of the Immortal Sect, how did she get blinded, trusting her so easily.

However, if it weren’t for this good sister, perhaps she and Qin Yu wouldn’t have pierced that layer so quickly.

Never mind.

She wouldn’t hold it against her!