Chapter 129 | Sect task & Aunt Lin**

Chapter 129: 129 | Sect task & Aunt Lin**

The intensity of their dual cultivation had faded into the quiet stillness of the night. Inside the secluded inner chamber of the Cloud-Sea Pavilion, the moon-pearls cast a soft glow across the bedding.

Lady Yun rested quietly against Lin Tian’s bare chest, her breathing slow and peaceful. Her dantian was filled with renewed warmth, and the cold imbalance from before had completely disappeared.

"Master..." Lady Yun murmured softly, her fingers tracing slow patterns against his skin. "I left nothing to chance while observing the peak."

Lin Tian stroked her dark hair, his voice calm in the quiet chamber. "Tell me the names once more, Yun-er. I want the web anchored securely."

"Senior Disciple Han, Junior Disciple Mei, and Deacon Feng," she whispered, her voice calm and clear. "I have recorded their routines and the paths they regularly patrol."

Lin Tian nodded in the darkness. "And the midnight shift?"

"Mei’s movements are the most consistent during that period," Lady Yun replied. "Han and Feng also follow regular patrol patterns around the area."

Lin Tian remained silent for a moment, carefully considering the information she had gathered.

"Rest now, my Shadow," he said softly. "We have enough information to take the next step."

When dawn broke over the Crimson Nimbus Sect, casting golden light across the towering mountain peaks, Lin Tian stepped out of the Cloud-Sea Pavilion.

He needed to maintain his public image. A disciple who never took ordinary missions would eventually attract unnecessary attention.

He walked calmly toward the Inner Sect Contribution Hall, a sprawling cavern carved into a massive spiritual mountain. Thousands of glowing jade slips floated through the air, displaying various bounties and resource-gathering missions.

Lin Tian selected a modest task: an Earth-Hound extermination mission near the outer agricultural perimeter. It offered little contribution but was low-risk, making it suitable for maintaining his ordinary role within the sect.

Within the hour, he arrived at the overgrown edge of the outer agricultural perimeter. A thin layer of gray miasma hung over the area, mixing with the damp air and the smell of rotting vegetation.

As Lin Tian moved through the spiritual weeds, he kept his true cultivation concealed beneath the Abyssal Shadow Veil. Only the aura others expected from a Peak Qi Gathering disciple remained visible around him.

A pack of six mutated Earth-Hounds suddenly charged from the weeds, their bodies covered in rough earthen scales. Their heavy paws kicked up clouds of dust as they rushed toward him with feral aggression.

Lin Tian drew a standard sect-issued steel sword.

Instead of relying on his refined Liquid Qi, he used basic sword forms and simple footwork, retreating just enough to avoid their snapping jaws. His breathing remained steady, though he deliberately allowed it to grow slightly heavier as the battle continued.

One Earth-Hound lunged from the side, forcing him to twist away. Its claws brushed against his outer robe, tearing a small mark into the fabric.

Lin Tian narrowed his eyes and steadied his footing.

The remaining beasts closed in together, their earthen Qi surging through the ground. He parried one heavy claw, stepped around another, and waited for the slightest opening in their defenses.

When the next Earth-Hound lunged, Lin Tian slipped to the side and drove his blade into the unarmored joint behind its leg.

The beast collapsed with a growl.

He repeated the same method against the others, using precise movements rather than overwhelming strength. Dust covered his boots and robe, and by the time the final Earth-Hound fell, his breathing had become noticeably heavier.

Lin Tian wiped the dark blood from his blade.

At that moment, footsteps and quiet voices came from beyond the trees.

A small group of three Inner Sect disciples emerged from the treeline. They had arrived in time to witness the end of the battle.

"Senior Brother Lin, you handled them with remarkable precision," one of the disciples said, glancing at the fallen Earth-Hounds.

Another looked at his sword. "From what we saw, you didn’t rely on brute force either. Your control is impressive."

Lin Tian sheathed his sword and gave them a modest bow.

"It was only a small extermination task," he said. "I still have much to learn."

One of the disciples smiled. "Even so, six mutated Earth-Hounds are not easy to deal with."

Lin Tian returned the smile. "I was fortunate enough to find their weak points."

The three disciples nodded, clearly gaining a better impression of him.

After a few more polite words, they continued on their way, leaving him alone among the fallen beasts.

Lin Tian watched them disappear into the trees before turning back toward the outer agricultural perimeter.

The mission had served its purpose. He had shown enough skill to earn respect without revealing anything unusual.

By evening, Lin Tian returned to the Cloud-Sea Pavilion.

He made his way to the forging chamber, where the intense heat of the Earth-Fire furnace filled the room. Aunt Lin stood before the heavy profound-steel anvil, dressed in a golden-brown forge robe.

Seeing Lin Tian enter, she turned toward him and gave a slight bow. "My Master."

"Rise, my Forge Queen," Lin Tian said softly. "Show me the progress of our preparations."

Aunt Lin straightened and presented a velvet tray containing two newly crafted items. "I have finished a Mid-Grade Elemental Compass and a Mid-Grade Spiritual Tracking Bracer. I kept both within the level expected of me."

Lin Tian picked up the compass and activated his Insight Eye, carefully examining the formation pathways within the bronze. He soon noticed how the spiritual energy moved through the artifact.

"Your craftsmanship is excellent," he said. "Their refinement should not attract unnecessary attention."

Aunt Lin’s eyes brightened at the praise.

"There is one small improvement you can make," Lin Tian continued, leaning closer as she listened. "When you carve the Qi pathways, don’t force them against the natural grain of the bronze. Guide them along its natural grain, and the spiritual energy will flow more smoothly."

Aunt Lin’s eyes widened slightly as she considered his words.

"I had never thought of guiding the pathways that way," she said. "It should make the flow much more stable."

"Exactly." Lin Tian gave a faint smile. "You’re doing well. Maintain this standard for now. There is no need to attract attention."

Aunt Lin nodded seriously. "Understood, Master."

As the lesson ended, her expression softened. A faint warmth appeared in her eyes as she looked at him.

"My forge is mine," she whispered, stepping closer, "but I want everything I create to support your plans, Master."

She moved close enough that her warmth brushed lightly against his robes, her gaze remaining fixed on his.

Lin Tian pulled her close, his hands gripping the mature, voluptuous curves of her body. Aunt Lin’s breath hitched, her calloused fingers digging into his robes as she melted into his arms.

He pressed her back against the cool steel edge of the anvil, kissing her lips with hungry intensity. A soft moan escaped her mouth, her knees turning weak under his scorching touch.

Without a word, Lin Tian lowered his head, pushing her robes and undergarments aside to expose her full, heavy breasts. He cupped her swollen peaks in his palms, squeezing and rolling the sensitive tips before taking one into his mouth to

suck hungrily.

"Ahhh... Master, it’s too good," Aunt Lin wept aloud, her back arching as a jolt of pleasure shot straight down her spine. He bit lightly down on the hardened tip, drawing a high-pitched gasp of ecstasy from her throat.

With effortless strength, he turned her around, pressing her front against the flat, cool surface of the anvil. Her hips were raised perfectly for him, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps as she braced her trembling hands against the iron.

Lin Tian toss his robes and positioned himself behind her, pressing his heavy length against her slick entrance before driving straight into her core in one fluid motion.

She cried out sharply, her body shuddering as the brutal contrast of his blazing heat filled her from behind.

"Yes! Hit me deeper, Master!" she sobbed, her fingers gripping the edge of the anvil as he set a deep, relentless rhythm.

The chamber echoed with the wet, heavy sound of their friction, the intense heat of the Earth-Fire furnace matching the blazing Primordial Yang surging through his veins. Her full breasts pressed flat against the cold metal, her skin slicked with a heavy sheen of sweat that gleamed in the amber firelight.

With every powerful stroke, her body trembled violently, reacting to the sheer intensity of the new angle.

With a final, powerful drive, she reached her peak, milking his length as he flooded her core with his condensed essence.

She cried out, her inner walls clenching around him in a tight spasm as she collapsed limply against the anvil in breathless surrender.

Moments later, Lin Tian stood tall and looked toward the distant, glowing silhouette of the Alchemy Peak.

The Forge Queen’s artifact were settled. The Shadow Web was growing, and the he stood completely untouched at its center.