Chapter 221 | Final Session Purging the Root*

Chapter 221: 221 | Final Session Purging the Root*

Inside the recovery hall, Elder Liu placed a healing pill in Gao Chen’s mouth. Its medicinal power spread through his body, slowly sealing the deep saber wound on his chest.

"The blade carried fire-toxin that burns and rots the flesh," Elder Liu said. "You were lucky. Since you were already across the boundary line when it struck, it missed your heart meridian. Rest here with Zhou Kai tonight; do not circulate your Qi until tomorrow afternoon."

Gao Chen, pale-faced with bandages wrapped tightly around his chest and left shoulder, gritted his teeth and bowed his head slightly against the pillow.

"I failed the sect’s expectations, Elder Liu... Junior Brother Lin. Even knowing Mo Yan’s temperament, I couldn’t block his last strike."

"Mo Yan use a forbidden pill," Instructor Qing spoke from the foot of the bed, her voice tighter and lower than usual. "Against an forcefully increase strength and a corrupted blade, surviving with your foundation intact was the correct decision."

All afternoon in the colosseum, Qing had suppressed her anger while watching Mo Yan slash Gao Chen had tested her patience, and overusing her Qi to stabilize Gao Chen’s injuries during the carriage ride back had pushed her body past its limit.

Even though Lin Tian had purged ninety percent of the Lethal Fire-Poison over the past few days, the final ten percent—the deepest, at the very center of her Dantian core—had been violently agitated by her anger and Qi consumption.

Right now, beneath her stiff crimson uniform, that poison was pulsing like a trapped ember trying to burn its way out from the center of her chest and womb.

"Everyone return and rest early," Elder Liu ordered, dismissing Fang Yu and Chen Hao before glancing briefly at Lin Tian with a quiet, knowing nod. "Tomorrow’s semi-final begins at dawn."

Once they stepped out, Instructor Qing did not pause to speak to anyone. Keeping her right hand tucked slightly beneath her crimson uniform to hide the tremor in her fingers, she walked rapidly and vanished behind the courtyard gate of her Pavallion .

Lin Tian returned to his secluded place first and washed his hands in clean water.

Stepping out into the cool night, Lin Tian walked up the quiet path beneath the maple trees and stopped before the entrance of the Qing Pavallion.

No junior guards were stationed outside the Chief Instructor’s residence. Lin Tian pushed the gate open, crossed the small stone garden, and knocked twice on the door of her inner hall.

"Who... who is it?"

Qing’s voice came through the door, strained and noticeably breathless.

"It’s me, Instructor," Lin Tian said calmly. "Open the door, or I’ll have to force it open."

Silence stretched for five heartbeats. Then the door open by a fraction of an inch.

Lin Tian pushed the wooden door open, stepped inside, and immediately activated the Pavallion isolation array.

The inner chamber of the Pavallion was sparse and orderly, containing only a weapon rack, a low incense burner, and a wide, meditation plateform set against the far wall.

Instructor Qing hadn’t even made it back to the plateform after unlocking the door.

She stood three paces from the door, bracing one hand against the wooden pillar of the room. She had already discarded her heavy crimson uniform; she wore only her thin white silk robe.

Her long black hair had come half-undone from its high ponytail, wet strands clinging to her flushed neck.

"I didn’t... summon you tonight," Qing breathed out, her dark eyes wide and glistening with feverish moisture as she tried to straighten her spine against the pillar. "You have a semi-final match against Mo Yan at dawn... you shouldn’t be wasting your energy here."

Lin Tian walked across the room and stopped directly in front of her.

Before she could turn her face away, he raised his hand and laid his palm flat against the center of her collarbone.

Her skin was scorching hot, and beneath his fingers, her heartbeat was racing like a trapped bird.

"If you hadn’t overused your Qi, I wouldn’t have to come all the way here," Lin Tian said calmly. "You used your Qi to stabilize Gao Chen’s injuries in the carriage, didn’t you?"

Qing bit her lower lip.

"If I hadn’t stabilized his chest meridian, he wouldn’t have survived the journey back," she whispered. "And today, I was so furious that I could barely keep my Qi under control while sitting on the supervision bench."

She looked up into his calm golden eyes, for years, she had carried the sect’s discipline and her own crippling injury entirely on her own shoulders.

Yet over the past few days, this younger man had not only stripped away five years of her torment with his bare hands—he avenged wounded disciples without a word of hesitation.

"I thought... since you cleared my poison, I could suppress the remaining by myself," Qing admitted softly, her fingers rising unconsciously to grip his wrist over her chest. "Why does the last traces hurt so much deeper than before?"

Lin Tian uses his Insight Eye and looked straight into the center of her abdomen.

Deep within her Dantian, the final remnant of the Lethal Fire-Poison had shrunk into a tight, crimson black seed. Because his Yang Qi had wiped out all poison, the dying root was clinging desperately to her deepest marrow, burning from the inside out.

"Because the most of poison gone, and only the root of poison inside your Dantian is left," Lin Tian explained quietly. "Pressing the surface meridians won’t reach the center of your Dantian."

He slid his hand from her collarbone to her waist, supporting her trembling body as he guided her toward the meditation plateform against the wall.

"To burn out the root without hurting your dantian, my Primordial Yang has to enter simultaneously through your chest meridian and your lower Dantian," Lin Tian said, sitting down at the center of the couch with his back resting against the low wooden backrest.

He looked up at her standing between his parted knees and patted his thighs.

"Sit across my lap, Qing-er."

Qing’s breath stopped in her throat.

" Sit... Sit on your lap?"

Her cheeks, already flushed from the internal heat, turned a blinding shade of scarlet. Last night in his side chamber, lying on her back while he massaged her stomach and inner thighs had already pushed her modesty past the breaking point.

Now he was asking her to straddle his lap face-to-face!

"My palm needs direct contact along your back while my chest presses the Yang directly through your front heart-meridian and lower abdomen," Lin Tian said with calm, immovable certainty, catching her with one hand. "Unless you want to burn your Dantian while I fight Mo Yan?"

The mention of his match against Mo Yan tomorrow struck the exact weak spot in her heart.

Standing between his knees, feeling the intoxicating pull of his Irresistible Yang Scent wrapping around her feverish skin, Qing closed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, her fingers were trembling. Without a word, she loosened the sash around her waist and slipped the damp thin white silk robe from her shoulders. She let it fall to the floor beside the plateform.

In the warm amber light of the Western Pavilion, the upper body of the Inner Sect’s fiercest martial beauty was revealed in full for the first time.

Her shoulders were sleek and graceful, leading down to a pair of full, firm breasts that possessed a breathtaking natural lift—pale as snow-jade, crowned with soft rose-pink buds that tightened instantly upon meeting the cool air of the room. Below her ribs, her toned, narrow waist trembled with every ragged breath she took.

Refusing to meet his eyes out of sheer shyness, Qing placed both hands on Lin Tian’s shoulders, lifted one long leg, and slowly lowered herself across his lap, straddling his thighs face-to-face.

Lin Tian did not keep his robe closed.

He opened the front of his dark robe, revealing his broad, muscular chest and stomach, then wrapped both arms around her bare waist and drew her forward until her naked front pressed flush against his chest!

"Haaah—mmph!"

The instant her bare breasts and stomach met the scorching, solid wall of his chest, a gasp of pure, shock tore from Qing’s lips.

Seated directly over his lap with her thighs parted wide around his hips, the sheer surface area of skin-to-skin contact was ten times greater than anything they had done on the ship or in his chamber.

Primordial Yin-Yang Imperial Sutra.

Lin Tian activated the cultivation tecniques. His both calloused palms resting against her bare back turned into a living furnace of pure, golden Primordial Yang.

Waves of dense, Yang Qi poured directly through the soft peaks of her chest and the skin of her lower belly, plunging straight into the center of her Dantian to surround the final root of the Fire-Poison!

"Nngh... Lin Tian...!"

Qing’s arms locked tightly around his neck by pure instinct, as a violent shudder of relief and overwhelming pleasure rippled from her breast all the way down between her thighs.

Every breath she took pressed her soft, bare chest harder against his. And below, separated only by the thin layer his robe, she could feel the heavy, unmistakable heat of his arousal resting directly against her center as his hands slid down her bare back to pull her hips closer into his.