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

Dark as ink.

A waning moon was reflected on the glazed tiles at the top of the pagoda.

The atmosphere was so eerie it was suffocating.

Gu Qinghan sat in front of the iconic black jade workbench, holding half a dark, waste pill in his hand.

Those were the medicinal residues left on the furnace wall from when the Nine Yang Melting Snow Pill was being refined.

As a meticulous research fanatic, I must conduct toxicity tests before administering any drugs to my "precious drug slaves".

Even waste residue can be analyzed to determine the direction of medicinal properties.

"Gulp."

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the dregs of medicine, about the size of half a fingernail.

The dregs of the medicine melted instantly in my mouth, and a strange, warm current slid down my throat.

Three breaths later.

Gu Qinghan frowned.

It's uncomfortably hot.

It wasn't the burning pain of being consumed by fire, but rather a tingling, itchy sensation that seemed to emanate from the tailbone.

It felt like countless tiny ants were crawling in his veins, each foot covered in sparks.

He subconsciously tugged at his collar, and the button that he usually fastened so meticulously was pulled open, revealing a section of his pale neck.

"Blood flow rate increased threefold..."

Gu Qinghan suppressed the unfamiliar heat, picked up the engraving pen, and tremblingly recorded data on the jade slip.

The pen tip made a harsh "sizzle" sound as it scratched across the hard jade.

"My pupils... are somewhat unfocused."

He raised his head.

My gaze passed through the layers of medicine shelves and landed on the figure lying on the jade bed.

Jiang Yining was lying on her side.

She was only wearing a very thin silk gauze garment.

That was something Gu Qinghan had her put on so that he could "make it easier to observe the changes in her body surface after she absorbed the medicine."

Yes, for easier observation.

Moonlight streamed through the window, bathing her in its glow and outlining her undulating curves like mountains.

It was so white it was dazzling.

Gu Qinghan felt a buzzing in her head.

It was as if a string that had been taut for a thousand years had been plucked hard.

The human body diagrams that we are used to seeing every day suddenly become vivid, lively, and even... alluring.

He was a doctor, and also a man.

He is a pure yang body that has been suppressed for thousands of years.

The life force of the divine tree within that half-rotten pill was like a spark that fell into a pile of firewood that had been dry for thousands of years.

With a deafening roar, the flames spread like wildfire.

"Damn it..."

Gu Qinghan cursed under his breath.

He suddenly stood up, wanting to go to the quiet room to take a cold shower.

But his feet moved uncontrollably toward the chalcedony bed, step by step.

The snow-white floor tiles were cold, but they couldn't suppress the heat rising from his feet.

Every step felt like stepping on a red-hot iron.

"I'm going to observe the patients."

He frantically tried to make amends in his mind, attempting to suppress the awakened beast within him with the professional ethics of a doctor.

"This elixir has side effects; we must monitor her closely."

"Yes, that's a doctor's responsibility."

"responsibility."

He walked to the bedside.

Jiang Yining seemed to be asleep.

His breathing was deep and even, his chest rising and falling slightly with each breath.

The neckline of the scalloped dress opened a corner as she turned over, revealing a patch of delicate skin and a red mole on her collarbone that trembled slightly with her breath.

The red birthmark was striking, like a drop of blood falling on the snow.

Gu Qinghan's throat was parched.

He slowly extended his hand.

That hand, which was usually as steady as a rock and capable of performing the most delicate soul surgery, was now trembling like a Parkinson's patient.

His fingertips stopped half an inch from her collarbone.

He could even feel the warm blood flowing beneath her skin.

Closer.

Closer.

I'm just taking a temperature measurement.

"Lord Tower Master."

Jiang Yining, who was originally "sound asleep," suddenly opened her eyes.

There wasn't a trace of sleepiness in those dark purple eyes.

It's all about knowing everything and being playful.

"Stay up in the middle of the night, trying to take advantage of me?"

Gu Qinghan, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, abruptly withdrew her hand and hid it behind her back.

He froze completely.

"Nonsense!"

He growled in a low voice, his handsome face flushed red as if it were about to bleed, and even the base of his neck was tinged with a thin layer of red.

"I...I came to see if you were dead!"

He tried to hide his embarrassment with a cold tone.

"That pill is extremely potent. What if you explode in the middle of the night and make a mess of my floor!"

Jiang Yining propped herself up.

The thin veil slipped down with her movements, revealing her rounded, fair shoulders.

She looked at the beads of sweat on Gu Qinghan's forehead and his restless hands with a half-smile.

"Oh? Going to see a doctor?"

She stretched out a section of her fair wrist, its snow-white skin gleaming in the moonlight, and offered it to Gu Qinghan.

"Shall the Tower Master touch it?"

Why do I feel my heart beating a little fast?

Gu Qinghan's gaze was fixed on that wrist.

Like iron filings attracted by a magnet, they cannot be moved at all.

Reason screamed in his mind, urging him to run.

But his body honestly reached out and grasped that fair wrist.

Slippery and cool.

That was a completely different tactile sensation than dissecting a corpse.

Like a piece of top-grade nephrite jade, it carries the warmth of a living person, soft, delicate, and penetrating straight into one's heart.

boom!

The pure yang energy within Gu Qinghan's body went completely berserk.

He felt an uncontrollable surge of heat welling up in his nasal cavity, and a dam called "reason" was crumbling inch by inch.

"My heart is beating... really fast."

His voice was incredibly hoarse, and his thumb unconsciously rubbed the delicate skin on the side of her wrist, his eyes beginning to glaze over.

"Besides your heartbeat, is there anything else that's bothering you?"

Jiang Yining chuckled inwardly as she watched him on the verge of losing control.

The "added ingredients" in the Wanling Divine Wood had a better effect than expected.

This old virgin must be about to explode with pent-up desire, right?

"I feel uncomfortable everywhere."

She deliberately leaned forward, her warm breath spraying onto the back of Gu Qinghan's hand.

Her breath was as fragrant as orchids.

"Lord Tower Master, you're so hot."

"Could I... borrow a light?"

Can I borrow a light?

These three words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

It's like the fuse that ignites a powder keg.

Gu Qinghan suddenly bent down.

He placed his hands on either side of Jiang Yining's body, trapping her between himself and the jade bed, forming an impenetrable encirclement.

Those gray eyes, usually indifferent as ice, were now burning with a raging fire, as if they wanted to devour her whole, skin and bones.

"Jiang Yining".

He called her name through gritted teeth, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Do you know you're playing with fire?"

"I know."

Jiang Yining blinked, her face showing no fear whatsoever.

She even reached out her finger and gently hooked a strand of his white hair, circling it around her fingertip.

"But, Lord Tower Master, this fire..."

"Didn't you order it?"

Gu Qinghan's breathing quickened, and his hot breath sprayed onto her face.

He lowered his head.

Their noses almost touched.

That ambiguous tension stretched to its limit in the air.

Just one more inch forward.

Then...

"Bang!"

A deafening roar shattered the enchanting atmosphere of the room.

The barriers on the laboratory door were being attacked from the outside, flashing lights and groaning under the strain.

"Master! Something terrible has happened!"

Zhao Wudu’s furious voice came from outside the door, tinged with barely suppressed terror.

"The Protoss envoy has arrived! He's already entered Dan City! He specifically requests to see you!"

"And...and the envoy was carrying a portrait of that demoness, saying he sensed her presence on the top floor!"

Gu Qinghan froze.

The burning sea of ​​desire in his mind was instantly extinguished by a basin of icy water from the far north.

He straightened up abruptly, his eyes regaining their clarity in an instant, even becoming colder than usual.

A chilling murderous intent emanated from him.

"This couldn't have come at the worst possible time."

He glanced at Jiang Yining, whose clothes were disheveled, reached out and pulled up the slipped veil, wrapping her up tightly.

The actions were somewhat rough, yet carried an undeniable sense of protection.

"Stay here."

Gu Qinghan turned around and strode towards the door.

That figure exuded a murderous aura, capable of killing gods and Buddhas alike.