Such a commotion startled all the cultivators of the Cyan Mountain Sect.

The vast majority of the disciples had no idea what had happened—only those at the Elder level understood a little.

An earthquake.

No one knew how it came about; perhaps only the Sect Leader knew.

Liu Zixiao merely knew that something like this had happened before.

"Every few hundred years, there will be an earthquake like this, and it will quickly subside..."

That was what she said.

"Once every few hundred years?"

Qin Yu’s brows drew together slightly. He had intended to open his Celestial Eye to investigate, but sensed instead that the quake was gradually slowing, and soon completely subsided.

The chaotic spiritual qi between heaven and earth also gradually returned to normal.

It was as if nothing had happened at all.

Half an hour later, the Sect Leader returned, but looking utterly exhausted—he went straight indoors and didn’t appear for days.

That night.

Qin Yu asked Leng Ruyu, and discovered that the Demon Sect also experienced the same phenomenon.

As for when these earthquakes first began, Leng Ruyu was uncertain, as if... it had always been this way.

Deep into the silent night.

Qin Yu activated his Celestial Eye, first surveying the main peak—every kind of array and restriction appeared before his eyes.

After scanning around, he found nothing unusual.

"Could it just be a regular earthquake?" A trace of doubt flickered in his eyes.

But why was it happening in both great Immortal Sects?

Perhaps the Hundred Sword Sect had the same situation as well.

While thinking this, Qin Yu’s field of vision kept rising, higher and higher, until the entire Cyan Mountain Sect lay within his view.

Though many arrays were complex and interlaced, two large arrays stood out clearly.

One was on the borders, obviously the Sect Protection Array.

The other great array connected all the peaks, forming a profound and obscure pattern, above linking the sky, below connected to the ground... Under the Celestial Eye, he vaguely saw streams of clear radiance pouring from the vault of heaven, merging into that pattern.

And beneath that pattern, there seemed to be a blurred shadow lingering.

Qin Yu tried to get a clearer look, but the pattern shielded itself from his probing gaze.

"Tsk!..."

After a while, Qin Yu rubbed his aching brow, his eyebrows tightly knitted.

What was that shadow?!

He had no way of knowing. It was enormous, but he couldn’t tell if it was a spirit vein deep underground or something else entirely.

If he wanted to confirm whether the earthquake was connected to it, he’d have to wait until next time the quake occurred to observe again.

But according to Liu Zixiao and Leng Ruyu, that would be centuries from now.

Qin Yu wasn’t even sure by then how much he would have grown—he might have long since left the Yunlan Domain.

So he didn’t think much more of it.

For now, he was extremely satisfied with his life—the only thing left to do was make one trip to the Secret Realm.

Once he returned, he would stay in the Cyan Mountain Sect in peace. As for favor from the Hall Master... maybe others saw it as important, but he didn’t really care.

If he lacked resources, at worst he’d just spend a bit more time.

Nothing was more important than his lovely wives!

Stepping out of the cultivation room, Qin Yu was about to search for his beautiful teachers and wives when he spotted a slender figure in the courtyard.

It was Lin Qianqian—she seemed to be tidying something up.

This was the Saintess Cave Mansion, where maids took care of everything—there was really no need for any of them to lift a finger.

"Why aren’t you waiting for me in the room?"

Qin Yu’s voice suddenly rang out, making Lin Qianqian pause for a moment. Then she straightened, looking at him with a gentle smile.

Qin Yu walked over and saw what she was doing.

Though the ground had already been tidied, she was still picking up clutter Lin Shuishui and Zhao Mengli had left scattered around the grass.

"You could’ve had the maids do these things."

Qin Yu took her little hand—it was a bit dirty, but as cultivators, of course a little housework wouldn’t give her calluses.

"I’m... just used to it."

Lin Qianqian lowered her head in embarrassment before him.

Yes.

She was used to it.

Perhaps she could never feel at ease enjoying all this, and so she always felt she had to do something.

Perhaps, she felt she wasn’t good enough.

Qin Yu didn’t say anything. Instead, he carefully and gently wiped the dirt from his little wife’s hand.

He understood Lin Qianqian’s thoughts very well.

Persuasion wouldn’t work.

Comfort wasn’t much use either—didn’t they both already know each other’s feelings?

"Shall we go for a walk?"

As he spoke, Qin Yu suddenly realized that he had never gone out alone with Lin Qianqian before.

Immediately, he felt a kind of stifling heaviness.

It didn’t feel good.

Up till now, Qin Yu had always thought he’d treated this little wife with all his heart, already giving her all the best things.

Only now did he realize—he’d done nothing at all.

"But Shuishui, and the teachers, they’re still waiting for us..."

Lin Qianqian hesitated.

Even at a moment like this, she was still thinking of others. Maybe... she herself had never really been the most important one.

"It’s fine."

Qin Yu took her small hand and walked outside.

The night sky was like ink, stars scattered, a bright moon hanging above, pouring down countless strands of silver light, shrouding the entire Cyan Mountain Sect in a dreamy blue glow.

The main peak soared magnificently, standing atop the misty clouds. It was as if it were the sturdiest pillar between heaven and earth, holding up this immortal sect that would never decay.

Qin Yu took his little wife walking among the mountains and forest, telling her amusing tales.

The breeze brought wafts of fresh grass and unknown distant flowers. Interwoven together, they created a refreshing fragrance, as if to cleanse the dust of the soul and make one forget the troubles of the mortal world.

Occasionally, a beast call would echo through the peaks, soothing the spirit, as if even time froze in that moment.

By the lakeshore, beside the stream, Qin Yu paused.

The water sparkled, mirroring the brightest stars in the night sky. It was as if the Milky Way had fallen to earth, adding a hint of spirit and poetry to the scene.

Lin Qianqian forgot everything—her sister, Zhao Mengli and the others. In her eyes, there was only Qin Yu.

No words were needed—both understood each other’s hearts.

She nestled into Qin Yu’s arms, as if breathing in his scent, as if feeling his presence fully.

Suddenly.

She looked up at Qin Yu and broke into a smile.

So beautiful.

Seeing her like this, Qin Yu decided that, from now on, he would spare more time like this for her.

He didn’t hurry to go back—with his little wife in hand, they walked through the whole Cyan Mountain Sect, laughter trailing wherever Lin Qianqian passed.

Everyday life.

It’s not only about daily routine—there must also be life within it.

Now that material needs were met, he should consider more companionship too.

As for the Flame Point, there was no rush to increase it anyway.

That night, Qin Yu stayed with Lin Qianqian—as if they were back to that little house in Lin Xian City once again.