Cultivation: Starting from a Mortal Bone

"I was pulled in by Steward Bai, didn’t do anything... Do you believe that?"

Qin Yu silently retorted in his heart.

Although it’s the truth, saying it would seem like evading responsibility, lacking honesty.

"Don’t worry, I won’t tell His Majesty."

Lingtian Peak had an understanding look, lightly patting Qin Yu’s shoulder, saying, "Even if His Majesty finds out, just say I, your brother, brought you here. Let me take the beating."

Looking at Lingtian Peak’s indifferent face, Qin Yu remained skeptical.

As a Royal Court Tributor, he could absolutely walk horizontally in the Imperial Capital, yet seemed to act like a thief.

It’s obvious he’s afraid of being discovered by someone.

Upon careful thought, it was most likely the Empress, right?!

And one wonders just how the Empress strikes, that it could frighten someone to such extent.

"Ling Tributor, were you beaten before because you sneaked in..."

"Of course not!"

Lingtian Peak widened his eyes, immediately arguing with reason.

Saying the Empress was worried he was slacking in cultivation... and so on, blah blah.

The voice was loud enough for many to hear, yet no one dared laugh.

This guy was notoriously hot-tempered, being beaten by him isn’t fun.

"In any case, if Her Majesty beats me, it’s for my own good!"

Lingtian Peak’s face flushed slightly, looking utterly confident.

He might be the first to describe being beaten so uniquely refreshing.

Moreover, every mention of the Empress would disclose clear... fear in his pupils!

Which shows how significant his psychological shadow is.

Qin Yu didn’t laugh either, on the contrary, he felt timid.

After all, he constantly interacted with the Empress Dowager and Princess, if he offended the Empress somehow, what would he do?!

Though possessing the Pure Yang Divine Body, clearly he couldn’t take a beating like the guy before him.

After a brief chat, Qin Yu was about to take his leave.

Lingtian Peak seemed to think of something, pulling him back, hesitatingly saying, "Um... Qin brother, after you return to the Imperial Palace, please don’t mention running into me here."

"..."

"Alright!"

Qin Yu agreed.

He also found it odd, why would Lingtian Peak as a tributor be restricted like this?

However, this guy is indeed sturdier than a bear...

Did he cause some incident in the Carefree Pavilion?!

Phew!

"Haha, that’s good. I, Lingtian Peak, recognize you as a brother now!"

Speaking, Lingtian Peak’s hand moved to pat Qin Yu’s shoulder, fortunately stopping at the last moment.

If he truly injured Qin Yu...

Not sure what scene he imagined, this tower-like man suddenly shivered.

"I’m not stingy, someday... someday I’ll take you to a good place?"

Speaking with mystery.

Qin Yu asked casually, "Where?"

"In terms of foundation, Carefree Pavilion ranks top among powers, but no one beats Flower Language Building in this regard."

Qin Yu felt it necessary to correct Lingtian Peak’s understanding.

We aren’t in the same league, I’m just curious.

He really didn’t do a thing!

"Flower Language Building? What’s special about it?"

Of course, Qin Yu was indeed a bit curious.

"Elf Race, have you heard of it? Hehe, in this Imperial Capital, elf girls exist only in Flower Language Building."

Lingtian Peak leaned close to Qin Yu’s ear, lowering his voice.

Yet it made no difference.

Qin Yu felt embarrassed discussing another place in the Carefree Pavilion.

Would Bai Yaoyin come out and escort them out?!

"Elf Race?"

Nonetheless, what Lingtian Peak said about the Elf Race sparked Qin Yu’s curiosity.

Because, in the Myriad Scriptures Hall, he’d seen some records about the Elf Race.

The Elf Race is the most ancient and equally mysterious race in this world.

Allegedly, elves are favored by nature, possessing innate divine techniques, once standing among the pinnacle races of the world.

However, elves have a proud disposition, constantly conveying an undetectable disdain towards other races, as if they alone are the superior beings of the world, surpassing all creation.

Yet, not sure how long ago, it seems the Elf Race encountered a disastrous calamity, causing this glorious race to decline, eventually living in seclusion, no longer interacting with the outside world.

There’s limited documentation on the Elf Race, but this is the part that lingered for Qin Yu.

Since isolated from the world,

Why would Flower Language Building have elf girls?

Isn’t it afraid of elf retaliation?

Even in decline, they aren’t to be insulted, right?

"Hehe, not only that, you must’ve heard of the Flower Fairy’s name?"

Mentioning this name, Lingtian Peak’s eyes seemed aflame, burning almost ready to burst.

"Slightly."

Qin Yu gently nodded.

During these outings, he often heard others discuss this name, though he paid it little mind.

"Just slightly heard?"

Lingtian Peak appeared surprised Qin Yu knew so little, promptly narrating this Flower Fairy’s story.

In his words, this woman descended from the Celestial Palace Flower Fairy, enamoring many cultivators, captivating their souls, showcasing her charisma was unmistakable.

Yet when Qin Yu asked for a description, he barely muttered ineffably.

"I’m not lying, if you still doubt, wait until the Flowers Festival, I’ll take you to Flower Language Building!"

Seeing Qin Yu’s incredulous expression, Lingtian Peak scratched his ears anxiously, wishing to invite the legendary Flower Fairy for verification.

Qin Yu then learned, that Flower Fairy wasn’t in the Imperial Capital.

If not there, why go?

Qin Yu was somewhat interested, but now felt disenchanted.

Soon, two girls approached, Lingtian Peak’s eyes instantly brightened, "Qin brother, you head back first, I won’t see you off!"

In haste.

Qin Yu sympathized with those two graceful girls.

But they seemed to be maidens, not married... What’s happening?!

Certainly, Carefree Pavilion isn’t as imagined.

Qin Yu returned to the Imperial Palace.

The next instant, felt his surroundings suddenly quiet.

Looking up, a figure in a Dragon Robe standing upright nearby, seemingly merges with the air around, emitting an inviolable aura.

"Your Majesty." Qin Yu quickly bowed in salute, his voice laced with subtle reverence.

"Have you been to Carefree Pavilion?"

The Empress seemed shrouded in divine light, obscuring her visage, her dignified voice unrevealing of mood.

"Yes, encountered Steward Bai on the way, delayed a bit."

Qin Yu frankly confessed, without any intent of concealment.