Chapter 79: Third Senior Sister Is So Naughty!

“Third Sister, do you... do you want to experience what Second Sister felt?” Chu Tian was taken aback, lowering his head instinctively, and his gaze landed precisely on Lin Qinghan’s bodice.

Wrapped tightly, her chest appeared even more exquisite and ample, making it hard not to wish to tear away the fabric and behold the beauty hidden beneath.

“With the other sisters away, whatever we do here... no one will ever know,” Lin Qinghan’s tone was languid and suggestive, her words thick with ambiguity.

But Chu Tian knew his third senior sister too well—when had this sly and clever sister ever been so bold?

“Xiao Tian, hurry up—come, tear apart my dress and thrust into me. Don’t let me down.” Lin Qinghan leaned close to Chu Tian’s ear, her breath hot and teasing.

His ears tingled, and the provocative words from his third senior sister set a fiery desire ablaze within him. He had always known her cunning, but never expected her to be so uninhibited. Clearly, there were many sides to her he had yet to understand.

“Third Sister, you said it yourself—so I’m going to do it,” Chu Tian swallowed hard, his hands already raised, eager and full of anticipation.

To pierce his third sister with a needle in such a solemn, sacred place as the medical hall—what a powerful temptation. What man could possibly resist?

Just then, Lin Qinghan picked up a box of silver needles and handed them to Chu Tian.

“Uh, Third Sister, are you sure you grabbed the right thing? Is this really the time for silver needles?” Chu Tian was baffled. He’d heard of using other things for protection, but never silver needles.

“If not silver needles, what exactly were you planning to use on me?” Lin Qinghan grinned mischievously, fixing her gaze on Chu Tian, as if awaiting his reply.

“Well, I was going to...” Chu Tian stopped himself just in time, finally realizing she was only toying with him.

So it was the silver needles she wanted inside her—not what he’d imagined. He had gotten excited for nothing.

“You little scoundrel, did you really want to tear off my pants?” Lin Qinghan burst into laughter, unable to suppress her amusement any longer.

“No, of course not, I never thought of such a thing,” Chu Tian denied hastily, though disappointment flickered in his heart.

“All right, enough joking. I want to personally experience the sensation of the silver needle entering my body. Only then can I truly grasp the force needed for acupuncture.” Gradually, Lin Qinghan’s laughter subsided, and her expression turned serious.

“Third Sister, aren’t you going to undress?” Chu Tian hesitated.

“And why would I? When you treated Master Wei, did you make him undress?” Lin Qinghan countered.

“That’s different. Removing clothing allows for a better feel of the needle’s rhythm,” Chu Tian replied with a wise, earnest air.

This privilege was unique to Lin Qinghan—he would never perform acupuncture on old Wu Liang, that cranky old man.

“Well, you make a good point. But you must close your eyes,” Lin Qinghan’s cheeks flushed as she turned away from Chu Tian.

Only after Chu Tian shut his eyes did she remove her bodice, tossing the garment aside.

Her fair, smooth back was exposed to him, white as snow. Of course, Chu Tian knew she had no ulterior motives—he kept his eyes tightly shut throughout.

Lin Qinghan turned back around, her face now crimson red. Though she had been teasing him, she couldn’t help feeling a flutter of nerves at the crucial moment.

Fortunately, Chu Tian’s eyes remained closed, and he made no attempt to peek.

“How can you perform acupuncture with your eyes closed?” she asked nervously.

“Third Sister, I know the human body’s acupoints like the back of my hand. Even without looking, I can find every one by touch alone.” Chu Tian smiled with confidence, taking the silver needle between his fingers.

“Then... just be gentle. Don’t use too much force,” Lin Qinghan warned softly, still a little apprehensive.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be very gentle,” Chu Tian promised, his voice tender. Before Lin Qinghan could reply, the silver needle had already entered her delicate body.

A soft gasp escaped Lin Qinghan’s lips, an ambiguous murmur as the needle trembled and a surge of inner energy flowed from its tip, spreading instantly throughout her entire being.

Ten minutes later, Lin Qinghan finally regained her composure.

Immersed in the rush of true energy, her eyes had closed involuntarily, allowing her to savor the profound mysteries of the Taiji Nine Needles.

When she opened her eyes again, she realized with a start that Chu Tian had also opened his.

Their gazes met—wide eyes staring into wide eyes.

Chu Tian’s gaze dropped, settling on Lin Qinghan’s chest—on the nine silver needles glinting there.

“When did you open your eyes?” Lin Qinghan exclaimed, her face flushing.

“Third Sister, I opened my eyes as soon as you closed yours,” Chu Tian replied, his eyes still fixed on her alluring figure.

“And you’re still looking?” Lin Qinghan glared at him, hurriedly trying to cover his eyes.

Chu Tian dodged, and the two wrestled playfully.

They chased each other around the rear hall of the medical clinic, her bouncing curves a feast for Chu Tian’s eyes.

At last, Lin Qinghan came to her senses, quickly donning her white coat to cover her shapely body.

“Third Sister, aren’t you going home?” Chu Tian, having had his fun, finally returned to seriousness.

“I still want to study the needle technique a little more. You go ahead,” Lin Qinghan said, cheeks tinged with pink as she gently pushed Chu Tian out of the back hall.

“All right then.” Indeed, Third Sister’s passion for medicine was unflagging. Chu Tian could do nothing but leave the clinic ahead of her.

Evening had fallen by the time he reached Yunhe Villa.

“Big Sister, I’m back,” he called as he entered, seeing several of his senior sisters laughing and playing in the living room.

Giving a casual greeting, he headed straight for his room.

Once inside, Chu Tian locked the door and brought out the Wei Family’s spirit stone once more.

After the incident with Situ Feng—especially after learning that the Situ family had a Martial Venerable among them—Chu Tian’s resolve had changed.

This life had become too comfortable, lulling him into forgetting the dangers of his past. His strength was still far from enough—otherwise, the Situ family would not be allowed to exist.

There was only one solution now: to rapidly grow stronger, so he could protect those dear to him.

He gazed at the luminous spirit stone, sparkling with a faint glow.

Raising his index finger, he gently traced the stone’s surface.

In an instant, as if sliced by an invisible blade, the stone split neatly into four.

Where once it had been the size of a fist, now it lay divided into four small pieces.

With a flick of his finger, Chu Tian sent the four pieces flying into each corner of the room.

Again, he raised his finger, drawing symbols in the air.

An arcane rune appeared, hovering in the void, emanating an ancient and mysterious aura.

“Spirit Gathering Formation—activate!”