Cultivation: Starting from a Mortal Bone

The assembled cultivators formed joint attack and defense arrays with their respective Immortal Sects, coordinating with tacit understanding as they worked together to slay the oncoming Ruins Beasts.

”Master, don’t stray too far from me!”

Qin Yu called out, eyes blazing like torches, his palm turning as his Lifebound Divine Weapon answered the summons.

”Tch.”

Su Xihe tilted her head arrogantly, her small lips producing a dismissive humph.

She was the master, after all; when did a master ever need her disciple’s protection?!

But as she gazed at the upright back shielding her, a faint light blossomed in her beautiful eyes, and an involuntary sweetness welled in her heart.

This scene—how very like a plot from ”Overbearing Immortal Venerable Falls in Love with Me”...

No matter when or where, this wayward disciple of hers was always doting on her.

The Ruins Beasts at the entrance were mostly first and second level, posing little threat to Golden Core Cultivators.

Their hard carapaces, beneath the Lifebound Divine Sword, were as fragile as paper. With Qin Yu’s strength, it was a one-sided massacre with every strike.

[Purifying Fear Spirit +1]

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On the flame, the swiftly jumping numbers momentarily startled Qin Yu.

So slaying Ruins Beasts also grants Flame Point?!

He began to test it and discovered that killing a first-level Ruins Beast yielded one Flame Point, while a second-level yielded ten.

Flame Points could indeed be gained, but... far too few!

Still, for these low-level beasts, slaying them was utterly effortless for him.

Better than nothing, he supposed.

Qin Yu’s gaze swept around; the nearby Ruins Beasts had nearly all been cleared by the cultivators who entered together, so he looked farther ahead.

”Do not act rashly!”

As Qin Yu slew several Ruins Beasts and prepared to press deeper for the purge, Duanmu Hong’s heavy voice rang beside his ear.

The old man’s face was grim, his eyes fixed upon the ruined altar in the depths, a deep solemnity between his brows.

Qin Yu halted at once.

Compared to Flame Points, the safety of his companions mattered more to him.

Yet Yan Yu, who had been watching him all along, was now dumbfounded.

If she wasn’t mistaken, wasn’t the divine sword in Qin Yu’s hand a top grade Treasure Artifact?!

And that wasn’t even the most astonishing part.

As Qin Yu swung his sword, Yan Yu noticed a shocking fact: if not for her special training, she would have cried out on the spot.

”Sword Momentum!”

That... was unmistakably Sword Momentum!

Though Qin Yu hadn’t deliberately displayed it, Yan Yu could keenly sense its aura.

In the Flame Guard, only one person practiced the sword, barely at the threshold of Sword Momentum, and had already been hailed by Her Majesty the Empress as a Sword Dao genius.

But that one had been practicing since childhood!

And Qin Yu?!

Aside from being busy every day perpetuating his bloodline, Yan Yu had never even caught him practicing the sword.

So just how had he comprehended Sword Momentum?!

She had thought she understood Qin Yu well enough, yet every time something happened, he would surprise her once again with some newfound ability.

She refrained from making a move, instead fulfilling her duty by protecting Qin Yu from behind.

”Boom! Boom! ...”

As the cultivators continued their clearing, the ground suddenly began to tremble.

Those who had been entangled with the Ruins Beasts changed their expressions instantly; after forcing back the beasts in front of them, they turned with heavy faces toward the dilapidated altar.

At the heart of the altar, a bottomless pitch-black fissure was in plain sight. Now, tyrannical and violent auras gushed violently from the rift, exuding an ineffable terror and oppression, as if some nameless horror was rousing, thirsting to break free from that abyssal crevice.

”What is that?”

A cultivator cried out in alarm, terror plain on his face as he stared at the fissure, like a Gate of Hell itself.

”Get closer!”

Qin Yu warned, drawing his beloved wives protectively behind him.

Even the Sect Leader, realizing the severity of the situation, said nothing extra and stood together with Liu Zixiao, both readying their Array Plates to assist Qin Yu at a moment’s notice.

Around them, it was almost exclusively Qin Yu who slayed the Ruins Beasts.

Not for lack of ability from the others, but because Qin Yu had sent a sound transmission to them.

”Rumble!”

As the earth quaked, mingling with deafening roars, a ferocious beastly shadow suddenly leapt from the fissure, followed by a second, then a third...

Like a tide, the surge was ceaseless.

In mere moments, the pitch-black crevice had become a floodgate for Ruins Beasts. Swarming thick as locusts, their scarlet eyes glistened with furious bloodlust, fixing deadly glares upon the Immortal Sect cultivators. The air was saturated with harrowing pressure.

A black and oppressive host—their numbers were enough to make one’s scalp numb!

”Annihilate!”

Duanmu Hong’s face was grave as he uttered an ice-cold word, like the peal of judgment.

”Boom!”

His words had barely fallen before heaven and earth seemed to answer his will—an ineffable Dao Rhyme coalesced silently, thickening like the morning mist until it took form.

In a flash, a giant hand that blotted out the sun took shape in the void, descending with unstoppable might and viciously slapping down upon the swarming Ruins Beasts below.

”Bang!”

A dull, thunderous sound reverberated, as if the world had collapsed; countless Ruins Beasts were rendered to flesh paste by that irresistible force, without even time for a wail—inky green blood spattering, staining the earth a ghastly hue.

Yet that destructive blow did not inspire fear in the savage beasts. On the contrary, more of them surged forth like a fearless tide, trampling the piled white bones of their kin, charging onward to devour heaven and earth itself.

”Strike now!”

None among the Immortal Sect cultivators dared be careless; at once they unleashed their full might, assailing the incoming Ruins Beasts with coordinated slaughter.

Qin Yu was no less decisive. In his hand, the Lifebound Divine Sword gleamed with dazzling brilliance; Sword Momentum arced like a rainbow, bursting forth in a sudden explosion.

”Buzz! ...”

Sword images danced in the air, splitting into two, then four, in the blink of an eye enveloping Qin Yu in a resplendent storm of sword shadows.

”Whoosh! Whoosh!”

Sword Aura flashed, and the soaring sword rain fell like meteors upon the beast horde.

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Under Qin Yu’s Spiritual Power, each Sword Qi seemed to possess a will of its own—unerringly seeking out beast after beast. Where sword light passed, Ruins Beasts fell like wheat before a scythe, left with no room for resistance.

”He... he’s actually this strong?!”

Su Xihe’s delicate mouth hung agape in shock.

She had known Qin Yu was formidable in some ways, but by no means expected his combat power to be this terrifying.

Upon each Ruins Beast, there was rarely a second wound; every one had been run through by a single sword, slain instantly—never even getting close.