Many children, many blessings: Stealing the offspring of powerful figures to cultivate immortality.

Gu Qinghan snapped his fingers.

The light spheres that were originally floating around instantly converged, and the light became ten times stronger, illuminating Jiang Yining on the glass platform with every detail, even the fine hairs on her skin were clearly visible.

"Since we can't see through the blood, let's feel the bones."

Gu Qinghan opened the crystal box and took out a pair of gloves as thin as cicada wings.

The gloves are semi-transparent with a faint, ethereal blue sheen, and are woven from deep-sea shark silk.

This material is extremely precious; it is not only impervious to water and fire, but it can also amplify the sense of touch tenfold. It is a special tool used by the master of the Danta Tower when processing the most delicate medicinal materials.

Now, he's going to use it to "deal with" Jiang Yining.

"Tower Master, let's discuss this."

Jiang Yining swallowed hard. The way this man slowly put on his gloves gave off a sense of abstinence, making one want to trample him underfoot.

"Could we try a gentler method? Like... taking your pulse?"

"Taking a pulse is something quacks do."

The moment Gu Qinghan put on the gloves, his entire demeanor changed.

Each finger was tightly wrapped, fitting perfectly.

"I'll endure the pain; I don't like people screaming."

He offered a casual reminder, but there was no trace of concern in his tone; it sounded more like a routine notification.

Before Jiang Yining could even speak, the gloved hand had already landed on her ankle.

"hiss……"

Jiang Yining subconsciously tensed her body, and her toes curled up sharply.

A chill that penetrates to the very core.

The silkworm silk seemed to have no temperature; when it clung to the skin, it felt like being wrapped by a cold snake.

What's even more terrifying is the "magnified" sensation of touch—Gu Qinghan's fingers didn't apply any force, but simply moved gently upwards inch by inch along her bone structure.

But every place he touched felt like it had been electrified, raising a fine layer of goosebumps.

"relax."

Gu Qinghan frowned, clearly dissatisfied with her stiff muscle reaction.

"Being so tense will affect my judgment."

"Lord Tower Master, I'm not a dead person."

Jiang Yining gritted her teeth, suppressing the urge to kick his handsome face, and tried to regulate her breathing. "Being touched like this, can't I even be a little nervous?"

She forced herself to smile.

Gu Qinghan ignored her sarcasm.

His expression was so focused it was almost infuriating.

At this moment, in his eyes, Jiang Yining is a work of art waiting for him to uncover all her secrets.

His fingers slid up his shinbone, pausing briefly at his knee joint before gently tapping it twice.

With each tap, an extremely subtle yet domineering spiritual force drilled into his bone marrow from his fingertips, scanning the internal structure of his bones like a radar.

"Hiss..." Jiang Yining gasped.

The feeling of being "scraped" by spiritual power was even more unbearable than the acupuncture I had just received.

"Bear with it." Gu Qinghan didn't give him a break at all and continued to use his spiritual power to investigate.

"The bones are as hard as iron, yet incredibly resilient."

Gu Qinghan muttered to himself, "There are still strong traces of lightning strikes here."

"With your cultivation level, how could you encounter such a powerful lightning tribulation during your tribulation?"

Jiang Yining rolled her eyes: "If the Tower Master says so, then so be it."

Gu Qinghan's hand continued upwards.

Thigh, hip bone...

His movements paused noticeably when his fingers touched Jiang Yining's pelvis.

Jiang Yining's muscles tensed instantly.

This posture, this position, is just too damn weird.

Although Gu Qinghan's eyes were as clear as a fool's (in terms of interpersonal relationships), it didn't stop Jiang Yining from feeling extremely ashamed.

"Relax." Gu Qinghan patted her side impatiently, the force neither too light nor too heavy, like patting a piece of stiff pork.

"If you don't relax, I'll have to knock you out."

Jiang Yining: "..."

Are you the devil?

She took a deep breath and forced herself to think of herself as a piece of pork belly on a cutting board.

Gu Qinghan's hand suddenly slid upwards and pressed directly onto Jiang Yining's lower abdomen.

That's where the dantian is located.

It is also the place where the myriad spirit trees take root.

"Hmm!"

Jiang Yining let out a muffled groan; the pressure was so heavy it almost made her faint.

Gu Qinghan recoiled as if he had been electrocuted, but the next second, he pressed his hand back down even faster.

This time, he used both hands simultaneously.

Ten slender fingers, through that thin layer of skin, gripped her waist and abdomen tightly.

"Found it..."

Gu Qinghan's voice trembled slightly.

Through the magnified sense of touch provided by the silk gloves, he could clearly perceive it.

Deep within that hard spine lurks a purple lightning dragon as thin as a spider's thread, while in the dantian, a cluster of ever-flowing emerald green light coils.

One death and one life.

One firm, one gentle.

These two diametrically opposed forces actually achieved an extremely delicate dynamic balance, using Jiang Yining's spine as the battlefield.

"Lightning-based bone forging, wood-based marrow cultivation."

Gu Qinghan raised her head, and a strange blush appeared on her pale face, as if she were drunk.

"It's too perfect... Thunder tempers the bones, divine wood nourishes the blood."

He was so excited, as if he had solved a mathematical problem that had puzzled people for thousands of years, that he was incoherent.

His hands began to wander uncontrollably over Jiang Yining's body.

Jiang Yining lay on the glass platform, feeling like this madman was about to rub her skin raw.

This feeling is so strange.

It was devoid of any erotic undertones, yet it was more shameful and terrifying than any intimate contact.

Especially when Gu Qinghan's fingers pressed on the cartilage at the back of her neck and rubbed it repeatedly, the tingling sensation went straight up her spine to the top of her head, almost making her cry out.

"Is that...enough?"

Jiang Yining, panting, grabbed Gu Qinghan's wrist.

Her palms were covered in cold sweat and were burning hot.

Is this guy doing research or something else?

Even if Gu Qinghan figured out the secrets of her body, what use would it be to him?

Could it be that I can turn myself into medicine?

Gu Qinghan was forced to stop.

Looking at Jiang Yining's flushed face, his eyes finally cleared a little.

But it was only a few points.

"not enough."

He grabbed Jiang Yining's wrist with his other hand, pressing her hand firmly against the glass table, leaning forward until his nose almost touched hers.

"Not nearly enough."

"Your body is a huge treasure trove, and I've only just begun to explore it and find a way in."

Gu Qinghan took off her gloves and casually tossed them aside.

Those hands, slightly warm from excessive excitement, pressed directly against Jiang Yining's cheek, the thumbs rubbing the cinnabar mole between her eyebrows.

"Next, we will conduct more in-depth testing."

He then turned and walked toward the rows of dazzling medicine shelves.

"Since your bones can accommodate both lightning and wood, then I'll see where its limits really lie."