Chapter 210 | A Night in the Eastern Pavilion**

Chapter 210: 210 | A Night in the Eastern Pavilion**

The warm scent of Sun-Marrow Spirit Wine lingered in the air between them.

Kneeling between Lin Tian’s parted legs, Elder Liu trailed slow, kisses down. Her long black hair, freed from its jade pin, spilled like dark silk across his muscular thighs, tickling his bare skin with every movement of her head.

Each brush of her soft lips carried the gentle heat of her Verdant Flame Physique.

Her slender hands slid down of his stomach until her fingers reached the waist of his trousers.

Looking up at him through dark, glossy lashes, Elder Liu loosened the ties and freed him.

Her breath caught softly against his skin. feeling the dense, scorching weight of his Primordial Yang up close still sent a heavy shiver straight through her Core.

She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the tip before parting her lips and taking him into the warm, wine-sweetened heat of her mouth.

"Mmm..."

A low, contented sound vibrated in her throat.

Lin Tian leaned back, resting one large hand in her loose black hair. His golden eyes darkened as he watched the proud Master of Alchemy Peak.

Her tongue moved with slow, care, still warm from the spirit wine she had drunk. Every time she sank deeper, her delicate hands rested tightly against his thighs for balance, a faint, rosy flush spreading from her cheeks down to the base of her throat.

Inside her body, the Verdant Flame stirred in eager response to his taste, sending a familiar, liquid heat pooling low in her abdomen.

After several long, quiet minutes in the lamp-lit hall, Lin Tian’s fingers tightened gently in her hair, guiding her back.

Elder Liu released him with a soft gasp, her dark eyes hazy with rising need as she looked up at him.

"Master...?" she whispered, her voice slightly husky. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Nothing wrong," Lin Tian murmured, his thumb wiping a drop of moisture from the corner of her lower lip. "I just remembered a certain Matriarch telling me yesterday that once we reached a proper pavilion bed, she wouldn’t let me off easily."

Elder Liu’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of crimson, though she did not look away.

Before she could answer, Lin Tian stood up and slid one arm beneath her knees and the other around her back, lifting her effortlessly off the divan into his arms.

"Ah..."

She looped her arms around his neck at once, resting her flushed cheek against his bare shoulder as he carried her through the carved wooden archway into the Eastern Pavilion’s inner bedchamber.

The bedroom was wide and quiet, lit by warm amber spirit lamps inset along the walls. At its center stood a large canopy bed draped in soft crimson silk—a world away from the cramped, hard inspection table of the flying ship.

Lin Tian laid her down in the center of the mattress and followed her onto the bed, bracing one knee between her thighs as he leaned over her.

Elder Liu looked up at him against the crimson sheets, her black hair fanned out around her shoulders. With slow, deliberate movements, Lin Tian reached for the golden-flame sash of her emerald robes and untied it.

Layer by layer, he peeled the robe of Alchemy Peak’s Master away from her body until nothing remained between them.

In the warm amber light, her mature, voluptuous figure looked breathtaking. Her skin was smooth and luminous, carrying the healthy glow of a stabilized Core Formation expert, while her full breasts rose and fell rapidly with every breath she took.

Lin Tian lowered his head and captured her lips in a deep, kiss while his hand slid down the curve of her waist to trace the slick, burning heat between her thighs.

She was already completely soaked for him.

"Look how wet you are, Liu-er," Lin Tian whispered against her neck, his fingers brushing slowly over her sensitive entrance until her hips lifted off the mattress on their own. "All day long, you wore that cold, untouchable face in front of the elders... while hiding this beneath your robes."

"Only because you were walking right behind me," Elder Liu breathed out, her fingers digging into the firm muscles of his shoulders as another shiver ran through her. "Every time I felt your aura, my body remembered who it belongs to... Please, Lin Tian. Don’t tease me anymore."

Her long legs parted wider, wrapping around his waist to pull him down to her.

Lin Tian aligned himself with her entrance and pressed forward, sinking into her tight, scalding depths in one slow stroke until he was buried to the hilt.

"Ahhh...!"

A long, trembling sigh of pure satisfaction escaped Elder Liu’s parted lips. Her back arched off the soft silk sheets, her inner walls clamping down around him with a warm, velvet grip that seemed to welcome every inch of him home.

For several breaths, Lin Tian stayed deep inside her without moving, letting his chest press flat against hers.

He kissed her eyelids, her cheek, and the corner of her mouth, letting the sheer closeness of their joined bodies settle into her heart.

"You feel so good, Liu-er," he murmured against her lips.

That simple, genuine warmth undone her more completely than any command ever could. Elder Liu wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, lifting her chin to kiss him back with all the pent-up affection in her chest as he began to move.

His pace started slow and deep.

Unlike the ship, where they had been forced to hold back every sound for fear of the disciples outside, the Eastern Pavilion was sealed behind layers of isolation arrays. Here, she did not have to hide a single breath.

Slap... slap... slap...

The soft, wet rhythm of their bodies meeting filled the quiet bedchamber, accompanied by the gentle rustle of silk sheets. With each deep thrust, Lin Tian drove his scorching Primordial Yang straight into her core, stoking the Verdant Flame inside her Dantian until her entire body radiated a sweet, feverish heat.

"Nngh... Lin Tian... yes..."

Elder Liu’s voice rose freely in the sealed room, soft and broken with pleasure. Her heels locked behind his lower back, her hips rising in natural harmony with his heavy strokes.

As their rhythm deepened, the Primordial Yin-Yang Imperial Sutra began to circulate effortlessly between them.

His golden Liquid Qi and her emerald-gold Core essence flowed together like two rivers merging into one.

Warm currents of her refined Verdant Flame Yin poured into Lin Tian’s meridians with every squeeze of her inner walls, nourishing his Primordial Yang-Tyrant Body and polishing the dense, ancient foundation in his Dantian. In return, his pure Yang essence wrapped around her Golden Core, smoothing away the faintest traces of mental fatigue from the journey and leaving her foundation brighter and fuller than before.

Halfway through the night, Lin Tian slid his hands beneath her hips and sat up against the headboard, lifting her with him so she straddled his lap face-to-face.

The shift in angle drove him even deeper inside her.

"Haaah—! Master...!"

Elder Liu gasped sharply, her hands clutching his broad shoulders as her chest pressed flush against his. Buried to the absolute root in this seated embrace, she could feel every pulse of his heat hitting the deepest part of her womb.

"Move for me, Liu-er," Lin Tian said softly, his hands resting firmly on the full curve of her hips to guide her.

Her face burning with love and unrestrained desire, the Master of Alchemy Peak buried her face against the side of her neck and began to rock her hips in his lap.

At first her movements were slow, grinding deeply to savor the overwhelming fullness, before her breathing grew ragged and her pace quickened. Lin Tian met each downward drop of her hips with a powerful upward thrust of his own, his mouth finding the sensitive skin of her throat and collarbone.

"It’s too deep... I can feel you everywhere..." she sobbed breathlessly against her ear, her nails pressing into his back as the dual circulation of their energies pushed her pleasure to a blinding height.

Her inner walls began to flutter and clench rapidly around him, the heat in her lower abdomen coiling tighter and tighter until her thighs shook violently against his sides.

"Let go," Lin Tian whispered, gripping her waist and driving upward in a final, relentless series of deep strokes.

"Ahhh—Lin Tian!"

Elder Liu cried out against his shoulder as a powerful climax crashed through her body. Her back arched, her inner walls spasming in tight, rhythmic waves that milked him with desperate strength.

With a low groan, Lin Tian pulled her hips down flush against his lap and released, flooding her depths with wave after heavy wave of scorching Primordial Yang essence.

The surge of pure Yang sank straight into her core, locking their dual cultivation cycle into place and sending a final, soothing tremor of warmth through every meridian in her body.

For a long time afterward, Elder Liu remained seated in his lap, her arms wrapped loosely around his neck, her body rising and falling with his deep, steady breaths.

Lin Tian gently eased her down onto the mattress beside him and pulled the crimson silk quilt over their bare shoulders, keeping one arm tucked securely around her waist.

Resting her head on his chest, Elder Liu traced a slow finger across his collarbone, her eyes soft and content in the dim amber glow.

"Tomorrow the city will get livelier before the brackets are drawn," Elder Liu murmured quietly against his chest, her voice carrying a trace of lingering protective concern. "Elder Mo and the Black-Sun Sect have hated our Crimson Nimbus Sect for decades over the southern border veins."

She tilted her chin up to meet his golden eyes.

"If you go out into the streets with Gao Chen and the others tomorrow, keep an eye on Mo Yan. He is vicious, and he loves provoking fights before the matches even start."

Lin Tian’s hand moved slowly through her long black hair, a calm, indifferent smile touching his lips.

"Let him try," Lin Tian said quietly. "If he steps in front of me, I won’t wait for the arena to teach him some manners."

Elder Liu smiled faintly at the quiet certainty in his voice, pressed one last soft kiss over his heart, and closed her eyes—falling into the deepest, warmest sleep she had known in days.