Chapter 240 | The Jealous Matriarch

Chapter 240: 240 | The Jealous Matriarch

After the investiture ceremony on the Main Peak concluded, a lively celebration broke out in the courtyard of Alchemy Peak.

Word that both Lin Tian and Instructor Qing promotion to Core Formation Elders had already swept across the entire sect like wildfire, sending shockwaves through every outer and inner hall.

At the entrance of Alchemy Peak’s main reception pavilion, Deacon Feng, Disciple Han, and Mei bowed excitedly to the ground as the four Core Elders descended from their flying artifacts.

"Congratulations on ascending to the Core Formation Realm, Elder Lin! Congratulations, Elder Qing!" Deacon Feng beamed from ear to ear, holding up a lacquered tray containing the freshly tailored Elder robes delivered from the Inner Wardrobe Hall.

Elder Bai paused by the courtyard steps, glancing toward the northern sky where the mountain’s main formation compass was turning toward midday.

"I will return to Array Peak," Elder Bai said calmly, her clear eyes meeting Lin Tian’s for a brief, meaningful moment. "Send word through the token once you and Madam Shen are ready at the Resource Hall tonight."

With a quiet nod to Elder Liu and Elder Qing, Elder Bai glided off into the mountain mist.

Inside the bright outer reception hall of Alchemy Peak, Deacon Feng eagerly brought forward several jade slips requiring Elder Qing’s new seal imprint to formally transfer her authority on the Martial Arts Peak from Chief Instructor to Martial Elder.

While Elder Qing stood beside table reviewing the martial rosters with Deacon Feng, Elder Liu picked up the folded set of dark-crimson and gold Elder Robes from the tray and looked toward Lin Tian.

A soft, dignified smile rested on the lips, yet deep within her dark eyes burned a quiet, simmering heat that had been building ever since the doors of the Earth-Fire Chamber had opened that morning.

"Elder Lin," Elder Liu said smoothly, using his new title with a deliberate, velvet cadence as she gestured toward the carved rosewood partition door at the back of the hall, "the Elder’s robe are woven with Tier-4 spirit-thread. Come into the Inner Robe Chamber behind the screen—I will help you change out of your disciple clothes before the congratulatory guests arrive."

Hearing Elder Liu offer to personally dress Lin Tian, Elder Qing’s brush paused over the jade slip, a faint, knowing pink touching her cheeks before she forced her eyes back down to work.

"Thank you, Elder Liu," Lin Tian replied calmly, following the graceful sway of Elder Liu’s emerald alchemy robes.

Even inside the chamber, the clear voices of Deacon Feng and Elder Qing discussing the Martial Arts Peak’s guard shifts were completely audible from just twenty paces away on the other side of the thin wooden door!

Click.

Elder Liu did not activate the room’s isolation array—knowing that switching on a full privacy barrier in broad daylight while deacons stood right outside would only look suspicious.

Instead, she simply slid the wooden latch into place, set the folded Elder robes down on the dressing table, and turned around to face Lin Tian.

Before Lin Tian could even reach for the belt of his old dark robe, Elder Liu stepped straight into his space.

Her soft, fragrant hands caught the belt of the robe, and with a sudden surge of her Middle Stage Core strength, she pushed him backward two steps until the backs of his thighs bumped squarely against the edge of the solid spirit-wood dressing table!

"Liu-er?" Lin Tian raised a brow, a low, amused smile curving his mouth as he looked down at the lush, mature beauty pressing flush against his chest.

Up close, Elder Liu’s cheeks were flushed a captivating rose, and her dark eyes shimmered with a heady mixture of boundless pride, burning desire, and an streak of possessive jealousy.

She leaned up on her toes, pressing her soft, full breasts firmly against his chest through her emerald silk robe while her nose brushed against the side of his neck—inhaling deeply right where a faint trace of Elder Qing’s lingering fragrance mixed with his own Irresistible Yang Scent.

"All morning in the Grand Council Hall, while Hong Xuan was talking, I had to stand and watch Elder Qing glow beside you like a freshly watered peach blossom," Elder Liu whispered right against his ear, her voice dangerously low, husky, and trembling with raw emotion so it wouldn’t carry through the door.

Her soft hand slid boldly down from his chest, gliding straight past his belt to cup the heavy, hardening ridge beneath his robes!

"And now that my little Sovereign has become the youngest Elder Lin in the history of the sect—and brought a brand-new Valkyrie Elder out of the Earth-Fire Chamber at the same time—" Elder Liu murmured, nipping lightly at his jawline before pressing her hot, glossy lips against the corner of his mouth, "—did you think your first Matriarch was going to wait politely in line until tonight to claim what is hers?"

Looking down into her dark, fiercely devoted eyes, Lin Tian felt a surge of heat rush straight through his veins.

Only a proud, powerful woman who was completely, hopelessly intoxicated by him—so overwhelmed by seeing him rise to the Elder ranks and sharing him with another woman last night that she couldn’t even wait for the deacons in the outer hall to leave!

"Careful, Elder Liu," Lin Tian whispered against her lips, his strong hands sliding around her narrow waist and gripping the lush, full curve of her hips as he lifted her slightly onto her toes. "Deacon Feng and Elder Qing are standing less than twenty paces behind that wooden door. If I make you cry, the entire Alchemy Peak will hear their Peak Master."

Instead of frightening her into stopping, the sheer danger of being caught right behind the partition screen sent a visible shudder of excitement down Elder Liu’s spine!

Her breathing grew ragged and shallow, her dark eyes turning misty as her fingers fumbled hurriedly with the lower fastening of his robe and her own emerald silk alchemy robe—revealing her bare, snow-white thighs and the damp silk beneath.

"Then hold my mouth shut... Elder Lin," Elder Liu breathed out in a trembling, shameless whisper, lifting her bare left leg to hook high around his hip right against the edge of the dressing table. "If I make a single sound... you can punish this Elder however you want tonight..."

[Ding! Target 4 (Elder Liu) Obsession Level: 97% → 98% (Intense Possessive Desire & Thrill of Forbidden Closeness)]

Lin Tian’s golden eyes darkened with pure heat.

Lifting her lush, voluptuous figure by her bare thighs so that her back rested against the tall bronze mirror beside the dressing table, he swallowed her gasp in a deep, devouring kiss and drove upward in a single, scorching stroke—burying himself to the hilt inside her drenched, velvet depths!

"Mmmph—!!"

Elder Liu’s eyes flew wide open as her bare back hit the cool bronze mirror, both of her hands clamping desperately over her own mouth over Lin Tian’s shoulder to stifle the moan that nearly tore from her!

Out in the front reception hall, less than twenty paces away—

"Elder Qing, here is the final patrol tally for the eastern ridge," Deacon Feng’s voice sounded clearly through the carved rosewood door. "Should I ask Elder Liu if Elder Lin has finished trying on the new robes?"

Inside the dim robe chamber, hearing her own chief deacon’s voice right outside while Lin Tian’s strong waist drove into her with slow, devastatingly deep strokes that made her full breasts bounce beneath her loosened collar, Elder Liu felt as if her soul were catching fire!

The terrifying thrill of almost being discovered made her inner walls clamp down around Lin Tian with twice their usual force, pulling him deeper and deeper as tears of sheer, suffocating pleasure gathered on her eyelashes.

Just then, crisp footsteps walked across the outer hall and stopped directly in front of the carved rosewood door!

It was Elder Qing.

Standing only two paces from the wooden partition, Qing’s newly ascended Core Formation senses were ten times sharper than Deacon Feng’s.

Even through the door, she caught the faint, rhythmic creak of the heavy spirit-wood dressing table inside, a single muffled, breathless whimper that slipped past Elder Liu’s fingers, and scorching wave of Primordial Yang radiating from behind the screen!

Qing’s hand, raised halfway to knock on the door, froze in mid-air.

In an instant, a scarlet blush crept from Qing’s collar all the way up her cheeks as she realized exactly what Elder Liu and Lin Tian were doing right behind the door while she and Deacon Feng were standing outside!

In broad daylight... while the deacons are still in the hall?! Qing’s heart hammered wildly, her own legs feeling a sudden phantom warmth from the morning’s memories.

Yet before Deacon Feng could walk closer to the door, Elder Qing turned around smoothly, blocking the path to the partition with her crisp crimson figure.

"Elder Liu is adjusting the defensive runes on Elder Lin’s ceremonial robe," Qing said in a cool, commanding tone, though the tips of her ears burned bright red. "Leave the remaining slips on the outer desk and take the disciples down to the lower hall. No one allow to disturb."

"Yes, Elder Qing!" Deacon Feng bowed immediately and hurried out with Disciple Han and Mei.

Inside the robe chamber, hearing Elder Qing cover for them and send the deacons away, Elder Liu could no longer hold back the storm inside her body.

Biting down hard on the collar of Lin Tian’s shoulder to muffle her voice, she trembled violently from head to toe as two intense, soul-shaking climaxes crashed over her in rapid succession—drinking in the scorching flood of Lin Tian’s release until her legs went completely weak around his waist.

A few hours later, when the door finally opened and Elder Lin stepped out dressed impeccably in his new dark-crimson and gold Elder Robes, followed by a radiant, rosy-cheeked Elder Liu whose hair-ornament had been freshly straightened, Elder Qing stood by the porch railing looking out at the clouds—refusing to meet Elder Liu’s eyes while her own heart beat fast beneath her martial coat.

Smoothing the golden cuffs of his new robe, Lin Tian weighed the Elder Seal in his palm and looked toward the central valley below.

"The ceremony is done," Lin Tian said calmly as both women stepped up beside him. "Now let’s go see Madam Shen at the Inner Sect Resource Hall—and find out what Sect Master Hong has been hiding in the Restricted Vault for the past ten years."