Chapter 231 | Night With Qing*

Chapter 231: 231 | Night With Qing*

Inside the Private Pavilion.

Qing stood in front of Lin Tian, her slender fingers trembling slightly against the crimson silk sash at her waist.

With a single, quiet pull, the knot came undone.

The loose crimson silk bath-robe parted down the center and slipped off her smooth shoulders, pooling silently around her bare ankles on the thick carpet.

For the first time since they had met, She stood completely bare before his eyes, without a single piece of cloth.

Lin Tian’s gaze traveled slowly down her body.

Bathed in the soft golden light, her Body was a masterpiece of feminine grace and honed martial vitality.

Her long, black hair cascaded over her pale shoulders, framing a pair of full, snow-white breasts tipped with tight, rose-pink nipples that rose and fell rapidly with every shallow breath.

Below her narrow, sculpted waist, her hips flared out in a breathtaking curve, leading down to long, shapely thighs pressed tightly together and the neat, untouched shadow at the junction of her legs—already glistening faintly from the heat drumming inside her veins.

Under the weight of his silent stare, a deep, rosy blush spread from Qing’s cheeks all the way down across her collarbones and chest.

Her instinct was to cross her arms over her breasts, yet she forced her hands to stay against his dark robe, lifting her chin with a fragile trace of her usual stubbornness.

"If you keep staring without saying a word..." Qing whispered, her voice husky and quivering with shyness, "...I’m going to put the robe back on."

Lin Tian let out a low, quiet laugh.

He reached down, slid one arm behind her back and the other beneath her knees, and lifted her naked body effortlessly.

"Ah—!"

Qing gasped softly, her bare arms wrapping instinctively around his neck as he carried her and laid her down in the center of the wide, cushioned sleeping couch.

Standing beside the bed, Lin Tian loosened his own belt and shed his dark robe in one smooth motion.

Even though Qing had felt his chest and lap the night before, seeing his entire body completely naked under the lamp light made caught her breath.

Qing’s heartbeat begins to rise, her legs shifting nervously against the silk sheets as Lin Tian climbed onto the wide couch and settled between her parted knees.

As he leaned down over her, his chest brushed against the soft peaks of her breasts, the full intensity of his Irresistible Yang Scent wrapped around her like a warm blanket.

"Still afraid, Instructor?" Lin Tian murmured against her lips, his free hand sliding slowly down the smooth curve of her bare waist to rest over her warm hip.

"Who... who is afraid of a junior disciple?" Qing breathed out weakly, though the way her arms slid up to circle his shoulders betrayed her completely.

Lin Tian lowered his head and captured her mouth in a deep, slow kiss.

"Mmmm..."

Qing’s all tension melted at once.

Her lips beneath his, her tongue tangling with his with far more boldness than the night before.

Lin Tian’s warm hand glided up from her hip to cup her full left breast, kneading the soft, resilient flesh while his thumb teased the stiff, sensitive peak until she whimpered into his mouth.

Breaking the kiss, he trailed his hot lips down her jawline, across the fluttering pulse at her throat, and down into the valley between her breasts—alternating between kissing and drawing each rosy bud into his mouth while his right hand slid slowly down her flat stomach.

"Haaah... Lin Tian..."

Qing’s fingers tangled tightly in his dark hair, her back arching off the mattress as his fingers glided past her navel and brushed through the soft curls between her thighs.

When his warm fingertips touched her slick, overheated petals directly—with no silk barrier between them tonight—a jolt of pure lightning shot through Qing’s body.

"Nngh—! Wait, there is so..."

She bit her lower lip hard to stifle a cry as his middle finger slid smoothly along her drenched entrance, circling the most sensitive bud at the top while his thumb pressed gently against the crease of her thigh.

She was already soaked through, her body opening up to his touch like a flower parched for rain after five years of drought.

Within moments of his rhythmic, scorching caress against her bare core and his mouth teasing her chest, Qing’s thighs began to tremble uncontrollably around his hips.

"Lin Tian... don’t tease me anymore..." Qing pleaded in a broken, breathless whisper, her dark eyes misty and unfocused as she pulled at his shoulders. " take me..."

Hearing her soft plea, Lin Tian shifted his hips forward, letting the heavy, scorching tip of his length rest directly against her slick, welcoming entrance.

Yet right before he pressed forward to breach her barrier, he used his Insight Eye to check the exact position of the last traces of poison inside her core so he wouldn’t injure her Dantian during the union.

What he saw inside her abdomen made him pause from entering.

Deep within the center of Qing’s Dantian, the Poison was no longer acting as an independent toxin.

Because all the poison had been burned away over the past three days, that last traces had compressed five full years of Qing’s accumulated Divine Valkyrie essence behind it—like a massive dam held back by a single cracked pebble!

Worse still, as the tip of his mighty dragon brushed against her entrance, the primodial Yang Qi began to roar and spin in violent resonance with that compressed Valkyrie dam!

To his Insight Eye, the spiritual reaction was unmistakable:

The exact instant he entered her and his Primordial Yang dissolve that poison traces, five years of compressed Valkyrie essence and his Yang Qi would detonate together—forcing both of them straight into an immediate, unstoppable Core Formation Breakthrough on the spot!

Lin Tian’s eyes narrowed slightly as he held himself still above her.

If they triggered a dual Core Formation breakthrough right now, without protection around the pavilion, the heaven-shaking spiritual vortex of his Ancient Foundation condensing into a Golden Core would light up the entire night sky over Sky-Pillar City!

Grand Elder Jin and the elders of ten sects would feel every detail of his foundation, and their ship was scheduled to lift anchor at dawn.

Beneath him, feeling him stop right at her threshold while his body burned like a furnace against hers, Qing blinked her hazy eyes open in confusion.

"Lin Tian... what’s wrong?" she whispered, her cheeks burning as she felt his heavy length throbbing against her damp folds without pushing inside.

Lin Tian lowered his forehead against hers, taking a slow, deep breath to rein in the boiling golden blood in his veins.

"Look inside your Dantian right now, Qing-er," Lin Tian murmured softly against her lips, sending a gentle, non-invasive thread of warm sense to guide her awareness inward. "Tell me what’s sitting behind that last trace of the poison."

Qing paused, turning her spiritual sense inward and her dark eyes widened in shock.

Now that all the poison gone, she could clearly see that all the cultivation she had accumulated and failed to break through with over the past five years was condensed right behind that poison.

"My... my Core barrier?" Qing gasped softly. "If that breaks right now..."

"Your compressed essence will burst straight into the Core Formation Realm," Lin Tian finished quietly, his thumb brushing tenderly across her flushed cheek. "And my own foundation is sitting at the exact same threshold. The moment I take you and break that, both of us will trigger a Core Formation breakthrough at the same time."

Qing’s breath caught completely.

As the Chief Martial Arts Master of the sect, she knew better than anyone how dangerous a Core Formation breakthrough was—it required at least days of undisturbed seclusion inside a spirit-vein chamber protected by heavy arrays.

If they triggered it here at midnight in city, six hours before their ship departed, it will be dangerous.

Looking up into Lin Tian’s eyes—seeing the heavy beads of sweat on his temple and feeling how hard he was holding himself back right at her entrance purely to protect her breakthrough and their safety—a wave of emotion far deeper than physical pleasure crashed through Qing’s chest.

He wasn’t hesitating because he didn’t want her.

He was enduring a raging fire inside his own body so that when she became his woman completely, she would step safely into the Core Formation Realm inside their own sect!

She reached up and cupped both sides of his strong jaw in her hands, pulling his head down to kiss him with a fierce, trembling tenderness.

"When we reach the sect’s underground spirit chamber... you will take all of me and break me," she murmured against her mouth.

Then, glancing down between their naked bodies at the scorching, heavy ridge still pulsing painfully against her lower belly, a deep scarlet blush flooded her neck and ears.

"But tonight..." Qing whispered, biting her lower lip shyly as she pushed gently against his shoulders until he sat back against the headboard of the couch, "...I won’t let you walk back to your room carrying this fire alone."

Before Lin Tian could say a word, the proud Chief Instructor knelt gracefully between his thighs on the soft mattress.

[Target 5 (Instructor Qing) Obsession Level: 62% → 66% (Deeply Moved by Host’s Restraint — Willing Devotion)]

Refusing to look directly into his eyes out of sheer embarrassment, Qing leaned forward, pressed her soft, snow-white breasts tightly together around his scorching length, and wrapped both of her warm, slender hands around him.

"Hss..."

Even with Lin Tian’s self-control, the sudden, silky warmth of her bare chest and soft palms enclosing him drew a low groan from his throat.

Encouraged by the sound, Qing’s blush deepened to the tips of her ears.

Moving with a mixture of shy clumsiness, she used the soft valley of her breasts, her slick fingers, and then shifted upward to press the warm, damp silk of her closed inner thighs tightly around him—gliding up and down against his lap while kissing his neck and collarbone until, twenty minutes later, Lin Tian groaned against her hair and released a scorching torrent of golden Yang across her trembling stomach and chest.

Collapsed softly against his chest afterward, wiping her warm skin while he held her in his arms and kissed her forehead, she closed her eyes with a quiet, contented smile she hadn’t worn in five years.