Chapter 207 | The Jealous Matriarch*

Chapter 207: 207 | The Jealous Matriarch*

The kiss deepened instantly.

Elder Liu’s lips parted without hesitation, her tongue tangling with his in a hungry, breathless rhythm.

Lin Tian walked her backward across the narrow room until her hips met the edge of the spirit-wood table.

With one smooth sweep of his arm, he pushed the sealed wooden herb boxes and slips to the far corner, clearing the surface. Then he gripped her waist and lifted her onto the table.

Elder Liu broke the kiss with a soft gasp, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath her formal emerald robes.

Suddenly, her sharp alchemist nose twitched.

She paused, her dark, hazy eyes narrowing a fraction as she leaned in and breathed against the collar of his obsidian robe.

"Wait..." she murmured, her fingers tightening in his lapel. "Beneath your Yang... there is a faint trace of crimson incense. And the scorched residue of Demonic Flame-Poison."

She pulled back half an inch, looking up into his golden eyes with a mixture of disbelief and sudden, possessive heat.

"You were just in the Conduct Chamber with Instructor Qing," Elder Liu whispered, her voice dropping low. "Don’t tell me my Sovereign was using his hands to soothe another woman’s meridians while his own cauldron waited here in the cold?"

Lin Tian did not look away. A slow, teasing smirk curved his lips as his thumb brushed across her flushed cheek.

"Are you jealous, Elder Liu?" he murmured, her deep baritone vibrating against her skin. "Qing-er couldn’t even hold her sword steady after last night’s battle. I merely pressed a few acupoints on her back so our Head Referee wouldn’t collapse in front of the disciples."

He leaned down until his lips brushed the sensitive shell of her ear.

"Or would the Master of Alchemy Peak prefer I gave that fire to someone else tonight?"

A violent shiver ran down Elder Liu’s spine.

The thought of him sharing the scorching warmth that belonged to her Core made her inner walls clench with a sharp, possessive ache.

"Don’t you dare," she breathed out, her pride completely dissolving into raw need. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling his hips flush against the center of her robes. "You gave her your hands... so you will give me everything. Right here."

Outside the heavy wooden door, the muffled footsteps of junior alchemists and the quiet voices of wounded disciples waiting in the queue drifted against the outer boundary of the room.

Only a thin wall and a mid-grade privacy seal separated them from the busiest station on the ship.

Instead of cooling her down, the sheer danger of the setting sent a rush of liquid heat straight to Elder Liu’s lower abdomen.

Lin Tian’s hands moved to the golden-flame sash at her waist. With a single, deliberate pull, the knot came undone. He parted the heavy emerald outer robe and pushed the inner silk layer off her shoulders, leaving her mature, voluptuous upper body bare under the warm glow of the spirit lamps.

Her skin carried a healthy, rosy flush, completely free of the old Pill Toxicity that had once greyed her complexion. Her full breasts rose and fell with every shallow breath, the rosy peaks already stiff and trembling in the cool air of the room.

"Look at you," Lin Tian said quietly, his palms cupping the heavy weight of her chest, his thumbs rolling slowly over the sensitive buds. "Outside this door, twenty disciples are waiting. Yet here you are, stripped on the table, begging for a junior."

"Ah—mmph!"

Elder Liu bit down hard on her lower lip as a jolt of electric pleasure shot from her chest straight to her womb. Her head tipped back, the jade ornaments in her high bun clicking softly as her hair loosened and spilled over her shoulders.

"Only for you..." she whispered, her hands sliding down to unfasten his belt with practiced, trembling haste. "In front of the sect, I am Elder Liu. On this table, I am only your woman..."

When she freed him from his robes, her breath caught at the heavy, pulsing heat of his Primordial Yang.

Lin Tian pushed the lower folds of her emerald skirt up to her waist. Beneath the silk, her thighs were already slick and glistening, soaked from the moment he had stepped through the door.

He gripped her wide hips with both hands, aligned himself against her weeping entrance, and drove forward in one deep, unhurried thrust.

"Haaah—!"

Elder Liu’s spine arched sharply off the table. She buried her face into Lin Tian’s shoulder at once, her teeth grazing the dark fabric of his collar to muffle the loud cry tearing from her throat.

The fit was scorching and impossibly tight.

The moment his Primordial Yang-Tyrant Body connected with her Verdant Flame Physique, the spiritual energy inside the small room surged. Unlike their desperate nights of curing poison in the past, her Middle Stage Core was now pure and healthy—meaning every ounce of his Yang fire went straight into feeding her pleasure and her cultivation.

Lin Tian held still for a breath, buried to the hilt, letting her feel the full, crushing weight of his ancient Peak Foundation essence.

Then he began to move.

He pulled back slowly before driving his hips forward with heavy, controlled power.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The sturdy spirit-wood table creaked beneath them. Lin Tian kept one hand braced behind her back to cushion her against the hard wood, while his other hand gripped her thigh, lifting her leg higher over his waist to open the angle completely.

Every deep stroke struck the deepest spiritual node of her core.

"Nngh... so deep..." Elder Liu sobbed softly against his neck, her fingernails digging into the hard muscles of his back.

Just beyond the door, a junior alchemist’s muffled voice called out to the next disciple in the queue.

Hearing the normal routine of her station continuing only paces away while Lin Tian pounded into her on the verification table made Elder Liu’s mind spin with a dizzying, forbidden thrill. Her inner walls clamped down around him like a scalding velvet vice, pulsing rhythmically to draw him deeper.

"Careful," Lin Tian murmured against her ear, deliberately slowing his hips to a deep, grinding circle that made her toes curl before slamming back in at full depth. "If the table shakes any louder, your junior alchemists might wonder what kind of check takes this much force."

"You... you bastard..." she whimpered, no anger in her voice at all, only helpless, weeping pleasure as her hips rose to meet his rhythm. "Don’t stop... if you slow down now, I really won’t be able to stay quiet..."

Lin Tian chuckled low in his throat and gave her what she wanted.

He leaned over her, pressing her back flat onto the cleared table, and captured her mouth in another deep kiss to swallow her cries as he increased his pace.

Inside their connected meridians, the Primordial Yin-Yang Imperial Sutra hummed to life.

Golden threads of his dense Liquid Qi poured into her Dantian, wrapping around her Middle Stage Golden Core like a nurturing sun. In return, a rich, refined stream of emerald-gold Verdant Flame Yin flowed back into Lin Tian, warm and vibrant, washing away the last traces of fatigue from the previous night’s battle.

His own Peak Level 9 Foundation drank in the Core Formation feedback greedily, the golden sea in his Dantian compressing another fraction denser, marching closer to the ultimate threshold of Core Formation.

On the table, Elder Liu was rapidly losing her grip on reality.

The combination of his physical dominance, the scorching Yang flooding her womb, and the gentle care with which his hand supported her head on the hard wood overwhelmed every defense left in her heart.

"Lin Tian... my Sovereign..." she gasped against his lips, her thighs trembling violently around his waist as the pressure in her abdomen coiled to a breaking point. "It’s too full... I’m going to—!"

"Give it to me, Liu-er," Lin Tian growled softly, driving into her with a final series of deep, relentless thrusts.

"Mmmph—!!"

Elder Liu’s entire body went rigid against the table. Her eyes rolled back, tears of pure bliss slipping from the corners of her lashes as a violent, silent climax tore through her Core. Her inner walls spasmed in crushing waves, milking him with everything she had.

Lin Tian buried himself to the absolute base and released.

Pulse after heavy pulse of scorching Primordial Yang essence flooded her depths, filling her womb with liquid fire that radiated outward through every meridian in her body.

For a long minute, neither of them moved.

Only the sound of their mingled, uneven breathing filled the herb-scented room.

Elder Liu lay limp beneath him on the table, her arms still wrapped tightly around his neck, her skin glowing with a radiant, youthful vitality that made her look ten years younger. The restless hunger that had tormented her since boarding the ship had vanished, replaced by a deep, heavy peace.

Lin Tian slowly lifted his upper body and brushed a damp lock of black hair from her flushed cheek.

"Feel better, Elder Liu?" he asked quietly.

Elder Liu opened her heavy-lidded eyes and looked up at him, a soft, devoted smile curving her swollen lips. She reached up and touched his jaw.

"Much better," she whispered. "Wait until we reach the City tomorrow... in a proper pavilion bed, I won’t let you off this easily."

Lin Tian smiled, helped her sit up, and patiently assisted her in arranging her emerald robes and jade hair ornaments until the untouchable Master of Alchemy Peak stood before him once more—with only the lingering rosy glow on her cheeks as proof of their secret.

[Target 4 (Elder Liu) Obsession Level: 92% → 95% (Deeply Satisfied & Emotionally Bound)]

[Host’s Peak Level 9 Foundation further condensed through Core-level Yin-Yang feedback.]