Cultivation: Starting from a Mortal Bone

Although Su Xiyue only said she wanted to stroll around the courtyard, in Su Xihe’s eyes, it was highly unusual.

She couldn’t shake the feeling that her little sister had changed.

But if she had to pinpoint exactly what had changed, she simply couldn’t say.

”Xiyue, you...”

”Big sister, did you need something?”

Just as Su Xihe opened her mouth, Su Xiyue spoke first, forcing her to swallow her words back down again.

”There’s nothing urgent. It’s just that I suddenly remembered, it’s been such a long time since we’ve soaked in the hot spring together. And now it’s late, you’ve been cultivating for so long—why not come with me for a soak and wash away the fatigue?”

As soon as she finished speaking, without waiting for a reply, Su Xihe naturally stepped forward and gently took Su Xiyue’s hand.

Su Xiyue wanted to tactfully refuse, but on second thought, if she pushed away too bluntly right now, she’d only invite her sister’s suspicion for no reason.

So the two walked side by side out of the cave mansion, heading to a small courtyard called ”Ruilu” atop the main peak.

Then, they pushed open the door and entered.

...

[Emotion Point from Yin Qinghe +8]

In the end, the beautiful master too, exhausted, fell asleep at Qin Yu’s side.

Qin Yu held her, closed his eyes, and once again sensed the flame seed within.

He first glanced at the numbers above.

The Flame Points were rising rapidly. These days, Lin Qianqian and Zhao Mengli could each contribute seventy points per day. Evidently, with the increase in Warm Current, their recovery and constitutions were both improving.

The beautiful master’s Romantic Point was a bit lower, but she had an Innate Sacred Body, and was rather special. On top of that, she endured the most; over the course of one night, she could provide the Flame Point ten times—eighty points in total!

In other words, Qin Yu could gain over two hundred Flame Points per day. At this rate, it wouldn’t take long before he’d reach five thousand points.

He was quite satisfied with his current acquisition speed.

If not for the Pure Yang Divine Body... reaching five thousand points would probably take years.

Qin Yu shifted his attention to the Pure Yang Divine Body.

[Pure Yang Divine Body: First Layer (475-1000)]

Still a long way to go.

The main thing was that he’d been delayed quite a bit lately, but it should be possible to advance in about two months.

He was actually quite looking forward to seeing what changes the Divine Body’s Second Layer would bring.

[Celestial Eye: First Layer (7-1000)]

Celestial Eye.

Qin Yu recalled that strange sensation from earlier. Sensing that his Spiritual Power had recovered, he decided to give it another try.

With a focused thought, he felt as if a third eye opened at the center of his brow.

First, he looked around. Everything was crystal clear, and he could see things invisible to the naked eye.

Then, his vision panned out into an aerial view.

He seemed to hover high above, able to see the entire main peak.

Originally, Qin Yu wanted to study the array beneath the cave mansion to see if he could glean some insights, but then he suddenly thought of Fairy Xiyue.

”I wonder what she’s doing.”

Qin Yu shifted his perspective to the summit of the main peak.

There were only two cave mansions there: one was the Sect Leader’s, and the other naturally belonged to Su Xiyue.

”She’s not there?”

He couldn’t see through the walls to what was happening inside, but there was no aura fluctuation; Qin Yu paused in surprise, then looked elsewhere.

He saw a courtyard, smaller in size, shrouded in mist—even under the Celestial Eye, it remained hazy.

Clearly, what he was seeing now wasn’t the effect of a blocking array, but genuine mist.

”Splash! ...”

It sounded like water. Qin Yu was about to shift his gaze away, but then saw that the person entering the water was none other than Fairy Xiyue.

Beside her, through the gauzy haze, seemed to be another graceful figure.

That was...

The Sect Leader?!

Qin Yu concentrated. In the next moment, he felt a sharp pain at his brow; his vision blurred instantly, and he was kicked straight out of the Celestial Eye’s view.

”Hiss...”

He sucked in a breath involuntarily, hands going up to his brow—the spot seemed burdened by a thousand-pound weight, pain laced with a sensation of splitting open.

Only now did he realize with a jolt that he’d already pushed the Celestial Eye far past the limits of his Spiritual Power. Now, his Spiritual Power was like a dried-up spring—utterly depleted.

Still, that fleeting glimpse made his heart race uncontrollably.

That graceful figure was as if carved from the world’s purest white jade, flawless and unstained. Every inch of skin glowed with a gentle, lustrous sheen—so perfect it took his breath away, not a single blemish in sight.

It was a pity that, maybe because of the mist, he hadn’t seen very clearly—he hadn’t seen a single hair.

Qin Yu was certain!

Not a single hair!

Hiss! ...

The cold air in the room was nearly used up with all his sharp inhalations, yet his bloodshot eyes still radiated utter shock.

The dignified Sect Leader of Cyan Mountain Sect was actually...

A little girl who hadn’t even fully grown any hair yet?!

...

Ruilu Courtyard.

The array here was in no way inferior to the Sect Leader’s Cave Mansion.

What’s more, since the Sect Leader often came here to relax, she’d personally set up a protection; even a Golden Core expert couldn’t see through to what went on inside from the outside world.

Unless they broke the array.

Once inside, Su Xihe relaxed considerably.

Ever since Su Xiyue and Liu Zixiao went down the mountain, she hadn’t had a day of peace. It had been ages since she’d come here.

She was already a little impatient.

Perhaps out of shyness, Su Xiyue softly slipped off her outer robe, getting ready to step into the water.

”Who bathes in hot springs with clothes on? That’s so uncomfortable...”

The Sect Leader stopped her, eyes sweeping over her carefully, an endless affection in her gaze. ”Xiyue, you really have grown up... you’re almost catching up to your big sister...”

”That’s not true.”

Su Xiyue’s cheeks flushed. Even though she’d removed her inner layers, a thin, clinging gauze still pressed against her skin. Thus dressed, she entered the hot spring.

Soon, curling mist rose up like soft veils, wrapping around her silhouette, leaving only a hazy outline, blurred and shifting in the warmth of the hot spring.

”Still shy in front of your big sister?”

The Sect Leader teased her with a laugh.

Then, with elegant fingers, she untied her sash; her outer robe fell like a butterfly, coming down gently atop a stone by the spring. In a flash, a vision of pure and perfect beauty...

Was laid utterly bare to the air, without the slightest concealment.

Su Xiyue couldn’t help but glance sideways—a look of heartfelt admiration flickered in her eyes.

Even she, known as the First Fairy, found herself awestruck in her big sister’s presence, feeling just a little inferior by comparison.

The Sect Leader’s skin was like the finest warm jade, glowing with a subtle lustre; beneath the delicate surface lay a softness like water, her silken skin both smooth and taut—enough to make anyone envious.

Beneath her dainty undergarment, two soft, full curves were faintly outlined, like a pair of bright moons suspended in a midnight sky, elegantly accenting the graceful lines of her figure. When she lifted her arms, those lines wavered ever so gently, sending a rippling allure through the steam-laden air.

And those jade-like legs—long, straight, and pure as the world’s most immaculate sculpture, white and unblemished, every inch radiating a breathtaking charm.

Just as she was about to remove the last layer of her clothing, Su Xiyue unconsciously turned her head away.

The Sect Leader laughed again, poised to make a teasing remark.

Suddenly, a subtle feeling crept over her—as if some invisible pair of eyes was watching. Unconsciously, she looked up, but found only a vast white mist, nothing more.

The sensation vanished as quickly as the morning dew—quiet in its arrival, gone without a trace.