Battle Through the Heavens: Beauties Abound Starting with Yunlan and Her Disciples

319: Section 319Today, beneath that spotless white dress, she had specially worn a pair of matching pure white over-the-knee silk stockings.

The fine, smooth silk clung tightly to the shapely lines of her beautiful thighs, shimmering with a warm and inviting glow under the cold moonlight, pushing that sense of youthful purity and ascetic beauty to the extreme.

She slowly sat up, her slender fingers reaching beneath her skirt hem without hesitation, skillfully hooking the top of the stocking on her thigh. With a soft ”ripping” sound, the resilient silk was torn open, creating a perfectly sized gap.

”Husband—” She leaned back down, parting her long legs and revealing that torn, alluring scenery to him without reservation.

Her voice carried a faint, imperceptible tremble, a note woven from extreme anticipation and nervousness. ”Now... it’s your turn.”

Yun Xiancheng opened his eyes, looking at the invitation in her eyes—a mix of shyness, nervousness, and determination—and at the delicate skin peeking through the torn white silk. He no longer hesitated.

It was an unprecedented experience that defied description.

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A flash of white light passed.

Xun’er’s strength was instantly drained, and her whole body went limp. ”It’s all your fault, all your fault—”

After recovering a bit of strength, she used her weak little fists to softly pummel Yun Xiancheng’s chest, her voice thick with uncontainable coquettishness and satisfaction:

”You’ve made... you’ve made Xun’er become so... so sensitive. What will I do in the future?” Xun’er raised a slightly trembling hand and gently pressed against her stockings.

Sticky... so strange. But, so happy... Yun Xiancheng gazed at Xun’er’s languid and charmingly naive look of lingering satisfaction, and the pity and love in his heart grew even stronger.

He thought that perhaps it was time to break that invisible lock and give her true, complete solace. With this thought, he rolled over against the grass and looked at Xun’er.

Ying, who had been sitting quietly on her knees and trying to minimize her presence, suddenly stiffened at this sight. She instinctively moved to stop him, her voice carrying a hint of panic: ”Husband, this... this is not allowed! The Young Lady’s body...”

”Ying.” Yun Xiancheng looked up at her calmly. In those deep eyes, a light of exploration and verification flickered. ”Think carefully. The restriction set by my mother-in-law back then only stipulated that the Pure Yin must not be leaked, right?”

He didn’t finish his sentence, but his hand eventually came to rest outside a mysterious, unvisited secluded valley. Ying’s breath hitched as she instantly understood Yun Xiancheng’s meaning.

Since stepping onto the path of cultivation, the mundane Cycle of Five Grains had been completely severed from them.

Their bodies were pure and stainless, like glazed precious jade, and naturally, they no longer needed to expel waste.

Therefore, that more hidden location situated behind the secluded valley had long since had its original function replaced by a higher level of energy circulation and was completely abandoned.

Over time, even Xun’er herself had almost forgotten its existence.

When Yun Xiancheng’s calloused fingertips [Deleted]

Xun’er’s body shook violently and uncontrollably.

Her teeth were chattering slightly, and her voice was filled with confusion, bewilderment, and a trace of instinctive fear:

”Lord Guan? That... there... how can that be? The books... the books never wrote about this.” Her mind went blank.

The genius of the Gu Clan had also encountered knowledge unfamiliar to her.

At the same time, one could only say that the books she collected were quite pure.

Yun Xiancheng felt the stiffness and resistance in her body and immediately paused. His voice became even gentler, carrying a soothing power: ”Don’t be afraid, Xun’er. If you’re scared, then forget it. I won’t force you.”

He was about to withdraw his hand when it was firmly pressed down by a trembling little hand using all its strength.

”No—I’m not afraid!” Xun’er’s voice suddenly rose with excitement, carrying a desperate determination and the courage of someone burning their bridges. ”I’m not afraid! Husband, please—Husband, please grant my wish!”

A thought, like a bolt of lightning cutting through chaos, instantly struck her, giving her a sudden moment of enlightenment. Right!

The restriction left by Mother only said that my Primordial Yin must not be broken... but it didn’t say this place was off-limits! This is a loophole! A massive loophole! Now, it was Ying’s turn to be completely at a loss. She looked at her determined, even somewhat fanatical mistress, and then at her master, whose eyes had darkened and who had clearly made up his mind.

He had clearly made his decision.

In the end, she silently lowered her head and looked elsewhere, deciding that what the eye doesn’t see, the heart doesn’t grieve over. Whatever.

She sighed helplessly in her heart. If anything really happened, the Eldest Young Lady would personally handle it.

As a mere guard, I won’t do anything. [Deleted]

359 Beaming with Joy

When Yun Xiancheng led Xun’er by the hand back to the courtyard under the golden, molten afterglow of the sunset, their private journey, which had lasted three days and three nights, finally came to a close.

The Young ladies didn’t see travel-worn faces; instead, they were greeted by a vivid and sensual scene that could make even the sunset pale in comparison. Xun’er’s change was obvious without a word.

Her skin had a dewy glow from within, a fullness and vitality that no rouge or powder could ever replicate.

Her eyes sparkled with shifting light, and her brows and the corners of her eyes were steeped in a lingering air of spring. That languid charm was a grace unique to a girl who had just had her first taste of rain and dew.

The message wasn’t in ordinary words, but a feeling; broadly, it could be translated as [Xun’er has joined the family network]. Next was the change in her cultivation technique.

The partial union between Yun Xiancheng and Xun’er finally allowed Cloud Above Heavenly Palace to break through to a Heaven Class Technique.

Yun Xiancheng instantly grasped the essence of a Heaven Class Technique, then turned around to improve the techniques of all the Young ladies and sent them over one by one.

The girls in the Jia Ma Empire missed Yun Xiancheng dearly. Although they could chat via text normally, Yun Xiancheng’s method of passing on techniques used cute Q-version figures that allowed for face-to-face interaction.

It served to ease the pain of their longing.

In the Black-Corner Region, Big Lion, Lü Man, and Qing Lin also missed Yun Xiancheng very much. However, Lü Man mentioned that over in the Black-Corner Region, Han Fenger had organized a Righteousness Alliance and was inviting them.

Yun Xiancheng thought for a moment and permitted them to agree. Lü Man then took the opportunity to invite Yun Xiancheng to see them, and Yun Xiancheng agreed without hesitation.

Having done this, Yun Xiancheng opened his eyes and looked at the Young ladies, whose faces were full of surprise and confusion.

The conclusion was clear, but the process was full of mysteries. They could clearly distinguish that the pure and flawless aura around Xun’er had not changed; she was still a virgin.

Yet, to integrate into the ”family network,” the most thorough and primitive union of Yin and Yang was the only gateway—this was already a tacit consensus among everyone. An absurd yet somewhat logical guess began to sprout in the girls’ minds.

Could it be that Husband and Xun’er had, in some inconceivable way, continuously spent three whole days and nights... using the perseverance of filling the sea to grind their respective auras until they were compatible enough to trigger a network link? The thought was bizarre, and in an instant, several different gazes met in the courtyard, intertwining with strange implications.

They could almost imagine how grueling those three days and nights of ”bitter cultivation” must have been. It really was quite grueling.

As the person involved, Xun’er naturally noticed the burning gazes from her sisters, which were a mix of inquiry and realization. Usually, she would lean against Yun Xiancheng’s side with poise to declare her exclusive status.

But today, that deep-seated soreness and satisfaction left her without a shred of strength. Her cheeks felt burning hot, and she instinctively buried her head in Yun Xiancheng’s arm, seeking a harbor to avoid the scrutiny.

Xiao Yan’s gaze was the most direct. She walked halfway around Xun’er, her eyes lingering on her for a moment before finally stopping on her still-pure aura.

Xun’er had previously made a big show of saying she would definitely convert her technique if she could; now that she was being asked, it felt like a boomerang.

Resting in Yun Xiancheng’s arms, Xun’er turned her face slightly and shook her head gently. Her voice carried the slight hoarseness and languor of someone who had just weathered a storm: ”It’s still missing a little. After all, there wasn’t a true union of Yin and Yang, so our auras haven’t fully integrated.”

Upon hearing this, the girls all showed expressions of slight regret for her.

Yun Xiancheng, however, felt differently. He thought this result was just right.

He looked down at the person in his arms, his thoughts shifting: If Xun’er were to convert her technique now, when she returned home, that mother-in-law of mine with heaven-reaching cultivation...

...discovering that her precious jewel of a daughter had been disciplined by him to the point of even changing her Core Technique, she would probably be both angry and amused. The consequences of an angry Nine-Star Dou Sheng were no laughing matter.

Now that things had turned out this way, Xun’er had her wish fulfilled, resolving the pains of her lovesickness; her cultivation technique remained unchanged, sparing her from potential difficulties with her family in the future. In this way, it was a happy ending for all parties involved, a truly wonderful outcome.

Once she confirmed that Xun’er’s matters were temporarily settled, Xiao Yan stopped dwelling on it.

She moved to Yun Xiancheng’s other side and naturally steered the conversation toward official business. Her phoenix eyes, which always seemed to burn with fire, were now focused intently on her beloved husband.

“Husband, Han Yue came to find me two days ago. She said that our Moon Spirit’s pill business has run into a conflict with the Medicine Gang in the Inner Academy. The other side has issued a challenge, wanting to settle the ownership of the Inner Academy market through an Alchemy Competition.”

“They want to decide who is superior and determine the distribution of the market.”

After listening, Yun Xiancheng gently caressed Xun’er’s soft cheek with his fingertips. He raised his eyes slightly and looked at Xiao Yan. “From the sound of it, you don’t want to accept the challenge?” Xiao Yan shook her head without hesitation, her lips even showing a hint of impatience.

“I don’t have the leisure for that. Between my daily cultivation and keeping up with the new pill formulas you gave me, I’m already stretched thin. I really don’t want to be distracted by such trivial matters.” Yun Xiancheng nodded, a thin smile playing on his lips as he already had a plan in mind.

“Since you have no interest in fighting, we’ll try another way. We’ll go to the Alchemy Department and ask for management rights over that medicinal garden. We’ll let Han Yue’s people in and cut off the Medicine Gang’s supply at the source.”

“Those old fogies in the Alchemy Department?” Zi Yan was munching on a spirit fruit when she suddenly perked up. She tossed the core aside and rushed over excitedly, her fingers curled into claws as she made a dramatic gesture.

“If they refuse, I’ll go and eat every single one of their medicinal herbs until they’re all gone!”

Coming from her, these words didn’t sound threatening at all; instead, she looked incredibly adorable.

But everyone knew that with this little lady’s appetite and temperament, leveling the entire medicinal garden was indeed not a difficult task for her.

Nalan Yanran had been sitting quietly to the side, carefully savoring the flow of Dou Qi within her body. Life lately had been a period of unprecedented tranquility for her.

Focusing on cultivation, sharing intimacy with her Senior Brother, and then returning to cultivation... this pure and powerful cycle constantly solidified her foundation and kept her mind clear. She moved slightly, leaning past Yun Xiancheng’s side, her hair softly brushing his arm before she sat back up, her words carrying a sense of confidence.

“If it’s a match against Bai Cheng of the Bai Clan, I am already fully confident.” This wasn’t groundless confidence.

With the effects of the Earth Core Body Tempering Fluid, the daily nourishment of Yun Xiancheng’s source essence, and the tempering from Chu’s Blazing Sky Refining Gas Tower, the combined effects of these three boons...

...had long since refined the Dou Qi in her body to be pure and condensed. The barrier to becoming a Two-star Dou Ling was now as thin as a cicada’s wing, waiting only for an opportunity to break through. While the battle with Bai Cheng still needed time to brew, her breakthrough was already a certainty.

This increase in her foundation left her without a shred of doubt about defeating Bai Cheng. After all, if she couldn’t even defeat this Six-star Dou Ling, when would she ever be able to beat Liu Qing?

360 was nearly done in by this piece of bear biscuit.

“Are we going to the Black-Corner Region to see Lü Man and the sisters in a few days?”

Xiao Yi Xian’s fingers, slender as scallions, gently massaged his broad shoulders, soothing every inch of muscle.

Her soft tongue darted out, carrying a moist warmth as it lightly traced his sensitive earlobe. Her soft, sweet whisper rose again, “Mm, let’s see them, and while we’re at it, meet the Medicine Emperor of the Black-Corner Region, Han Fenger.”

“Oh? Han Fenger?” Xiao Yi Xian’s massaging hands paused for a moment, and a sharp interest immediately ignited in her gentle purple eyes.

“That name sounds like a lady... Medicine Emperor, that’s no simple title; she must be an Alchemist grandmaster with extremely high attainments. Husband, did you know her from before?”

Yun Xiancheng opened his eyes, his gaze flickering as if searching for the right words in the depths of his memory. He pondered for a moment before slowly uttering a few words: “You could say... we have a bit of history.”

As he spoke, his gaze drifted imperceptibly to the side.

There, Yao Chan’s soul body was sitting bored on a crystal-clear Ice Lotus.

She wore a pair of black lenses on the bridge of her nose that looked completely out of place on her petite face. Her cherry-red lips were slightly pouted as she hummed an ancient song that no one could understand, her two fair, tender legs swinging leisurely in the air.

The moment Yun Xiancheng’s gaze landed on her, her tuneless humming came to an abrupt halt.

She raised a small hand and pushed the lenses on her nose with an air of importance, speaking in a precocious tone that contrasted sharply with her appearance: “Cheng-er... don’t forget to have your Senior Sister serve tea and water.”

A vein throbbed in Yun Xiancheng’s temple. He finally couldn’t hold back and questioned her directly:

“I’ve always been curious, how exactly did you do it? To have the Disciple you raised yourself from childhood turn around and strike you, yet you can still be so at peace with yourself...”

“...and not be annoyed in the slightest?”

“Hehe.” Faced with such a question, Yao Chan not only showed no shame but instead playfully stuck out her pink tongue, a silly smile blooming on her face.

That already exquisitely beautiful loli face looked even more pure and lovely because of such a charming action; no one could possibly associate her with the Venerable Yao who once shook the continent.

Yun Xiancheng’s expression darkened, and the veins at his temples twitched slightly.

He took a deep breath, trying his best to calm the sense of helplessness rising from her behavior.

“Alright, alright, don’t be angry. I’ll tell you the details.” Seeing this, Yao Chan hurriedly waved her small hands and then snapped her fingers decisively. With a light sound, the surrounding scenery shifted instantly. Yun Xiancheng found himself within that familiar mental space.

Xiaoer lunged into Yun Xiancheng’s arms with a thud. Yun Xiancheng looked at this exquisite porcelain doll who looked somewhat like him... cough, not like him at all, and smiled as he stroked her head.

Cai Lin stood to the side with her arms crossed, her face full of... [expression missing].

Yao Chan floated in mid-air and waved her small hand triumphantly.

In an instant, the originally peaceful and pure white space rippled like water, transforming into a dark, damp Cave that smelled of fishy earth. In the center of the scene, a green-haired boy who looked to be seven or eight years old at most was using a coarse hemp rope to bind another even smaller green-haired girl, about three or four years old...

...looping it around her again and again as he tied her to a cold, giant rock.

Yao Chan crossed her arms over her chest and began her explanation in a flat tone, as if she were telling someone else’s story:

“As for the beginning and end of the matter, it was during one of my travels when I happened to stumble upon this pair of young siblings preparing a... not-so-wonderful ceremony.” Her fingertip pointed at the boy in the image:

“That elder brother had somehow learned a sinister and malicious Gu technique from some low-life Poison Master. The core of this technique is to drive a Magical Beast to devour a living person with outstanding Alchemist talent, then refine the Magical Beast into oneself to plunder their aptitude for one’s own use.”

She spread her small hands, her face full of complete naturalness and confusion.

“Since I stumbled upon it, there was naturally no reason to sit idly by. So, I conveniently finished off that wicked brother and saved the sister. No matter how you look at it, the whole thing should be considered a good deed, right? That’s why I’ve been so puzzled as to why that child later became convinced that I was hiding some huge secret from her.”

To increase her persuasiveness, Yao Chan tapped her finger, and the illusion before them shifted.

In the scene, the boy named Han Feng, after firmly binding his sister Han Fenger to the giant rock, hurried away and left the Cave, obviously going to lure the Magical Beast that was key to the ritual.

However, just as he stepped out of the Cave entrance, a plain white figure silently appeared behind him—it was Yao Chan, who had traveled to this place.

She didn’t even give him a single extra question. The longsword in her hand left its scabbard, a clear, cold flash of light vanished in an instant, and Han Feng’s head flew into the air...

...neatly severed by a single strike.

Scalding blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing all over Yao Chan’s plain white dress, blooming into eye-piercing, crimson flowers against that pure background.

She didn’t care about the bloodstains at all. She sheathed her sword and walked slowly into the Cave.

Bound to the giant rock, Han Fenger was completely unaware of the events outside. She only used a pair of emerald eyes filled with terror and confusion to stare at this sudden intruder, this blood-stained stranger, and asked in a trembling voice as faint as a mosquito’s buzz: