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

337: Section 337He did not feel disdain because the opponent was ”taking advantage of a precarious situation”; on the battlefield, the winner is king, and any strategy that leads to victory is worthy of respect.

With a flick of his long spear, he reset his stance.

Spears struck and swords parried, with Dou Qi surging everywhere.

Lin Xiuya exhausted everything he had learned in his life; his sword moves were sharp, his footwork elegant, living up to his name as the former second on the strong ranking list.

However, the Black Armored Guards’ spear technique was as steady as a mountain; every block and every thrust contained tempered precision and power.

After thirty rounds, accompanied by a crisp sound of metal clashing, the longsword in Lin Xiuya’s hand flew out of his grip.

Swept by the long spear, he was sent flying backward, fainting on the spot, bleeding from his seven orifices.

The previously deafening noise stopped abruptly, and a deathly silence once again gripped the entire arena.

The longsword that had left his hand drew an impotent arc in the air, finally landing on the stone floor with a ”clang.”

The sound was not loud, but it clearly shattered the last shred of luck in everyone’s hearts.

In mid-air, the leading Young General merely glanced coldly at this scene, a curve of expectation hooking at the corner of his lips.

”A land of the frontier is ultimately a land of the frontier,” he said indifferently.

His voice contained not a ripple, yet it clearly revealed an innate sense of superiority.

However, when his gaze turned to the Elders Bench, that composure quietly disintegrated.

His gaze locked firmly onto Yun Xiancheng; that calm and indifferent face was incomparably eyesore to him.

A mere young master of a frontier sect—the information was written clearly—the cultivation technique inherited by his sect was at most Xuan Rank.

The end of his life’s path could be seen at a glance, the limit of a Dou Huang.

Yet, it was precisely such ”trash” who could be so close to the Young Clan Leader.

Whether it was the calm confrontation and the sudden slap to his face with a gust of wind just now, or the intimate posture of being surrounded by Young ladies at this moment, they were all like poisonous thorns, stabbing fiercely into his arrogant heart.

A nameless fire rose from his chest; in his view, every move Yun Xiancheng made was a desecration and insult to the Young Clan Leader’s pure bloodline.

A thought grew crazily in his mind: He must find an opportunity, in front of Miss Xun’er, to completely trample this man’s dignity under his feet, and let his immortal-like disguise turn into dust in the face of absolute power.

He even began to imagine the scene of his combat boots stepping on that handsome face.

On the Elders Bench, Xiao Xun’er felt the hostile gaze from above and felt a sense of helplessness.

Being of the same clan as such an arrogant person made her feel an indescribable guilt.

She subconsciously tightened her grip on Yun Xiancheng’s hand, leaned into his ear, and whispered in a breath that only the two of them could hear: ”Cheng... Husband. In my clan, there are also humble and polite people; not everyone is like him.”

Yun Xiancheng turned his head, his gaze falling between her slightly worried brows.

His fingertips gently caressed the back of her hand, and a soothing warmth was transmitted.

A light smile bloomed on his lips: ”The Ancient Clan, to me, is nothing more than passing smoke. In this world, the only things I care about are that you and Mother-in-law are safe and sound.”

The Young ladies around them seemed to be staring intently at the competition stage below, but in reality, the corner of their eyes and their keen hearing had long since captured every whisper here.

Regarding Xiao Xun Er’s mysterious background, although they did not know the details, they had pieced together an outline of an ”ancient, powerful, and hidden” clan from the information Xun’er had made public.

Being able to witness a corner of this family secret with their own eyes, their curiosity had long since overridden their attention to the battle on the field.

As for the aggressive Young General in the air? The Young ladies had their own judgment.

No matter how overwhelming his aura was or how arrogant his words, compared to the gentle-as-jade, unfathomable husband beside them, he was ultimately inferior.

That arrogance stemming from his bones appeared somewhat cowardly in the face of Yun Xiancheng’s calm and transcendent demeanor.

Nalan Yanran’s gaze drifted between the air and the Black Armored Guards on the stage, finally fixing on Xun’er.

In those autumn-water-like eyes, undisguised exploration and fighting intent ignited.

”Little Sister Xun’er,” she spoke, her voice clear, ”Your clan must be a behemoth standing at the pinnacle of this continent, right?”

Hearing this, Xiao Xun Er lowered her eyelashes and pondered slightly.

Dealing with clan secrets, she could not speak clearly, so she nodded, giving a vague yet weighty affirmation: ”Mm, the foundation is deep, and the heritage is long.”

”Are the peers carefully cultivated in such an environment considered the best among the best when looking at the entire continent?” Nalan Yanran’s follow-up question came immediately.

This time, Xiao Xun Er did not hesitate.

She raised her eyelids, her clear eyes revealing the pride stemming from her bloodline: ”Yes, they can be called top-tier.”

The moment the words fell, Nalan Yanran rose to her full height.

With a ”clang” of a dragon’s roar, a three-foot autumn water sword was already in her grasp.

Her posture was as straight as a pine, her moon-white cloud-patterned dress rustling in the wind, and her eyes held tempered sharpness.

”Since it is the top of the continent, then today, I will weigh this top-tier weight with my own hands!”

Having said that, she said no more, her spirit soaring like a rainbow.

Before leaping down, her gaze swept across Han Yue and Liu Qing: ”Two sisters, are you interested in asking for advice together?”

Han Yue just leaned quietly against Yun Xiancheng’s side and shook her head slightly upon hearing this.

”No.” Her response was concise; all the noise and glory were not as good as the peace by his side at this moment.

Liu Qing stretched lazily, a charming smile on her lips: ”As for me, I have just entered the Dou Wang Realm, and my foundation is still shallow.

Besides, a few days ago, I was... um, cultivating some new things with my husband. The timing is not right, so I won’t go up and expose my shortcomings.

Furthermore, having sparred with you, Young Sect Leader, is enough; why fight with outsiders again.”

Her gaze turned across the seats and finally landed on Xiao Yan, who was dressed in black and always wore a faint smile.

Her tone shifted: ”Actually, Little Sister Xiao Yan is hiding her strength. Why don’t you ask her opinion, Little Sister Yanran? In terms of winning odds, she might be higher than you or me.”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone’s gaze turned to Xiao Yan.

Since entering the Inner Academy, Xiao Yan had been extremely low-key, spending most of her time by Han Yue’s side studying alchemy.

The only time she made a move was at the Alchemist’s Dou Dan meeting.

As for the strong ranking list competition, she always ”happened” to meet opponents who were in poor condition, ”luckily” advancing all the way, so her true strength remained a mystery.

Xiao Yan, being watched by everyone, not only felt no awkwardness but instead, with eyes like silk, moved slowly toward Yun Xiancheng.

She gently squeezed into a position, pressed against him as if boneless, and said in a matter-of-fact, coquettish tone: ”Me attacking? Naturally, it is possible.”

She paused, her slender fingers hooking a strand of Yun Xiancheng’s hair, twining it around her fingertips, her eyes flowing with spoiled and arrogant charm: ”However, I must first get some reward from my husband.”

Yun Xiancheng smiled and followed her request, imprinting a kiss on her smooth cheek.

”That’s not enough.” Xiao Yan pouted her red lips and moved her face directly in front of him, breathing like an orchid.

”I want it here.”

The next moment, four lips were already touching.

Xiao Yan was even bolder, her small clove tongue actively probing in, hooking his, stirring and entangling wantonly, performing a simple kiss into something lingering and passionate.

This scene, with no one else around, was clearly reflected in the eyes of the Young General in mid-air.

He felt a wicked fire rushing straight to the top of his head, his fists under the black armor creaking.

In his view, this was not only indecent but also a desecration of the sacred existence in his heart!

”Lustful person! Indulging in the gentle village, cultivation must be slack! Such goods, what is there to fear!”

His confidence, in extreme jealousy and disdain, increased instead of decreased.

The romantic scenery on the Elders Bench made Nalan Yanran’s brows furrow imperceptibly.

She gave a light ”snort,” no longer paying attention to the flirting behind her, her figure leaping down from the high platform like a graceful swan, landing steadily in front of another Black Armored Guard—code-named ”Twenty-One.”

The sword tip pointed from afar, the cold light piercing.

In Nalan Yanran’s phoenix eyes was the arrogance of a proud daughter of heaven.

”You, in your clan, what rank do you hold?”

That ”Twenty-One” stood straight, his aura deep and condensed.

Facing this sudden questioning, he did not answer, but simply leveled the long spear in his hand, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, responding to all questions with the most direct fighting stance.

398 Offending Superiors

Just as Nalan Yanran and the guard code-named ”Twenty-One” were at daggers drawn, another black figure floated down quietly.

Xiao Yan carried that xuan heavy ruler, which was extremely disproportionate to her slender figure, and stood steadily in front of the guard code-named ”Twelve,” her expression lazy, not at all like she was about to go into battle.

”Replenish your state.” Her voice was calm, revealing no emotion.

The guard ”Twelve” did not hesitate at all, uncorked the bottle, and took the medicinal pill into his mouth.

As soon as the pill entered his abdomen, a pure medicinal power far exceeding expectations boomed and melted, rapidly filling his body.

His heart was shocked; the efficacy of this pill was actually better than the standard Qi recovery pills of the Ancient Clan.

What level is this? You must know that the basic Qi recovery pills refined by the Ancient Clan’s Alchemist were already the theoretically best configuration.

Who would have thought there was such an expert?

Taking advantage of the opponent’s moment of regulating his breath, Xiao Yan turned her face and cast her gaze toward another battle group.

Nalan Yanran had already drawn her sword, the sword light clear, her figure dancing, cutting brilliant silver arcs on the bluestone slab, weaving a sparse yet deadly star net.

The outcome of the battle had tilted from the very beginning.

As one of the Young ladies who had first bathed in the rain and dew, Nalan Yanran’s body and soul had long since fully absorbed the grace bestowed upon her by Yun Xiancheng.

Her comprehension of the heavenly palace fairy by Yun Xiancheng and her application of exquisite Dou Technique had already reached the pinnacle of perfection, making her hard to find an equal among her peers.

The reason there was still the suffix of ”one of” was that in this world, there was still a silhouette that she could never reach in her entire life: her beloved husband.

In the blink of an eye, it had been no more than ten exchanges.

With a crisp sound, the long spear in the hand of Black Armored Guard ”Twenty-one” spun out of his grip.

Nalan Yanran’s sword tip, its momentum unspent, went straight for his throat.

Terrified, the guard disregarded the agreement of being in the same Realm and unleashed his Dou Wang energy, scrambling away in a panic to narrowly avoid the fatal strike.

”I… lost…” The guard knelt on one knee, his face under the black armor ashen.

He could not accept that he had been defeated so thoroughly and so quickly.

”I… have failed the cultivation of my clan.” He lowered his head, his fists digging deep into the mud.

Xiao Yan was admiring Nalan Yanran’s results when a fierce wind suddenly rose behind her.

The guard ”Twelve,” who had been sitting cross-legged to regulate his breathing, had actually seized this opportunity to launch a sudden attack.

Xiao Yan did not even turn around.

A cluster of cyan flames erupted from within her body, instantly transforming into a suit of blazing armor that enveloped her exquisite figure.

Heavenly Flame Three Mysterious Transformations, Green Lotus Transformation!

She spun, swung the ruler, and the movements were fluid and seamless.

The broad edge of the ruler carried a scorching wind, striking the guard’s chest armor before he could even reach her.

Amidst a dull thud, the figure who had launched the sneak attack flew backward even faster than he had come.

Xiao Yan tapped her toes, her figure following like a shadow as she gave chase, the xuan heavy ruler dancing in the air to create a trail of scorching afterimages.

Beside the Elders Bench, Nalan Yanran’s just-sheathed sword trembled slightly.

She gazed at the sea of cyan flames in the air, a strange sense of rivalry rising in her heart.

She had used ten moves; how many would Xiao Yan use?

That was not a battle, but a one-sided crushing defeat.

In Xiao Yan’s hands, the cyan flames evolved into towering waves of fire, one wave higher than the next, completely engulfing the guard in a sea of flames.

The guard fended left and right, completely unable to fight back.

Finally, with a deafening bang, the edge of the xuan heavy ruler slammed solidly onto his helmet.

Dou Master energy surged from deep within his body once more to protect his life, but the helmet, which symbolized honor, was smashed into a sorry state.

From beginning to end, it had taken no more than eight moves.

Two crushing victories plunged the entire arena into an eerie silence.

Whether it was the students below or the Black Armored Guards in the air, all were left speechless by these results that overturned their perceptions.

After the silence came frenzied cheers, like a landslide or a tsunami.

The students of Jia Nan Academy turned their long-suppressed humiliation into shouts, the sound waves soaring into the sky.

This earth-shaking roar made the complexions of the Black Armored Guards in the air grow increasingly gloomy, turning a leaden gray.

”This is impossible!” The Young General leading them, Ling Quan, gritted his teeth under his black armor, the sound audible.

He could not understand.

Even among the direct descendants of the clan with pure bloodlines, unless they were the very top few, it was impossible to form such an overwhelming advantage against the Black Armored Guards’ warriors within the same Realm.

Those who could be selected as reserves for the Black Armored Guards were all elites, one in a hundred among the younger generation of the Ancient Clan.

Looking across the vast continent outside of the eight great clans, they should have been invincible within the same Realm.

The scene before him had completely overturned his perception.

Beside him, two Dou Huang experts in armor with particularly powerful auras stepped forward, the cold light of their weapons flickering.

Two gazes filled with killing intent crossed the crowd and locked firmly onto Yun Xiancheng.

Ling Quan’s thoughts raced, and a hint of arrogance regained the high ground.

Combat power is but a temporary measure; cultivation speed is the foundation for measuring talent.

A mere Dou Ling, no matter how stable the foundation, was but the light of a firefly before the vast heritage of the Ancient Clan.

Thinking of this, all the Black Armored Guards behind him released their suppression of their own auras.

More than a dozen Dou Huang auras converged into one place, forming a majestic momentum as heavy as a mountain, crashing down.

First Elder Su Qian’s expression changed drastically.

He immediately led the elders to stand up, their Dou Qi erupting in unison to construct an invisible barrier in front of them, struggling to resist that torrent.

The auras of these Black Armored Guards were linked together, forming a seamless whole, and there was even a faint power of a formation.

With more than a dozen Dou Huang experts joining forces, the momentum was so great that it actually suppressed the combined aura of Su Qian, a Dou Zong, and the elders, forcing them to retreat step by step.

A long-renowned Dou Zong, assisted by more than a dozen high-level academy officials, could not withstand the combined might of a group of youths.

The gap in heritage represented by this sent a chill through the hearts of all the teachers and students of Jia Nan Academy.

”Ling Quan, that’s enough!” Xun’er could finally bear it no longer.

Her elegant face was now covered with frost.

She stood up abruptly, her cold, reprimanding voice resounding throughout the arena.

”You all represent the face of my clan on this trip. Is this how you conduct yourselves?”

Seeing it was Xun’er, Ling Quan restrained the arrogance in his eyes slightly.

He cupped his hands in a salute to her and replied neither humbly nor arrogantly: ”Miss. This action is precisely to promote the prestige of our clan.”

Although he performed the salute of a subordinate, there was no sign of yielding in his words.

”Promoting the prestige of the clan means forcibly breaking into the academy and humiliating peers? Is this the etiquette of our clan?”

Xun’er’s almond-shaped eyes widened.

Ling Quan did not change his expression and said: ”The primary task of this trip is to bring you back, Miss. Please consider the big picture, do not delay any longer, and return to the clan with us.”

”I have already sent word, stating my own date of return. Why did the clan elders go to such trouble to send you here?”

”Miss’s return date has been delayed repeatedly. The elders in the clan are worried that your cultivation will be hindered, and even more afraid that some petty person from the outside world will sully your noble bloodline.”

Ling Quan’s gaze swept over Yun Xiancheng intentionally or unintentionally.

As his last word fell, a condensed sound-wave Dou Technique was already launched, turning into an invisible sharp cone that pierced straight at Xun’er’s forehead.

In this action, he had absolutely no scruples about the possibility of hurting Xun’er.

”Please, Miss, do not make it difficult for us!”

Swoosh! A split second before the sound cone hit her body, a snowy figure appeared out of thin air in front of Xun’er.

Yun Xiancheng stood still.

The sound wave, which was enough to shake the mind of a Dou Huang, hit three feet in front of him and split to both sides, turning into a gentle breeze that softly brushed the hair on Xun’er’s forehead.

399 Ancient Clan genius, nothing more.

Yun Xiancheng closed his eyes slightly, a wisp of clear energy flowing slowly from his chest.

Ling Quan’s Peak Dou Huang aura was condensed and violent, and the combat experience contained within it was far beyond that of an ordinary Dou Zong.

Even the Yun Shan of the past would be far inferior to him in comparison; he would be defeated in less than a hundred exchanges.

His arrogance was very rigid, and he felt that since I was only a Peak Dou Wang, it was impossible to leap across two major Realms to defeat him.

Therefore, his madness was essentially still based on his superiority in Realm.

Yun Xiancheng pondered for a moment and understood this person’s thoughts.

However, such strength was no longer enough to stir ripples in his heart.

This body was not the body of the past, and today was not the past.

Since the battle with Yun Shan, his path had improved by more than a thousand miles.

His Realm had leaped forward, and he was now a Peak Dou Wang.

His cultivation technique had already touched the threshold of the Heaven Rank, and that Yunlan Sword Dance, which he knew by heart, had undergone a rebirth, revealing the might of a Quasi-Heaven Rank.

”Hmph.” The corners of Ling Quan’s lips curled into a grim arc, a playfulness like a cat catching a mouse.

”Obstructing the law enforcement of the Ancient Clan and hindering us from performing our official duties. According to the clan’s laws, what is the punishment?”

He looked down at the figure in white from a high position, the contempt in his eyes almost becoming tangible.

A so-called Young Sect Leader from a border region, even if he had some fortuitous encounters, how far could he possibly go?

To dare to act like a mantis trying to stop a chariot; it was just as well, he would use his flesh and blood to sacrifice for the prestige of the Ancient Clan.

Behind him, the dozen or so Black Armored Guards understood, and their unicorn mounts pawed the ground uneasily, cold light flickering on the spiral horns on their foreheads.

Including the riders, the auras of nearly thirty Dou Huang experts connected into one, like a black iron curtain, crashing down toward the only white dot in the arena.

”According… to… law… execute!” These four words were uttered simultaneously by more than a dozen throats, finally converging into a torrent.

That was no longer a simple sound, but a sound-wave Dou Technique condensed with the killing intent of metal and iron.

Wherever it passed, even the air emitted a groan of being unable to bear the burden, rippling with visible waves to the naked eye.

In front of that destructive sound wave, Yun Xiancheng did not move a single inch, and not even his sleeves were lifted.

He just stood quietly, as steady as a deep pool and a towering mountain.

The five fingers of his right hand had already covered the hilt of the elegant long sword at his waist.

The aura of a Peak Dou Wang was restrained to the extreme around him, as if he were a deep pool with no visible bottom.

This pressure was enough to make any cultivator of the same rank shatter their liver and gallbladder and collapse their soul.

However, all eyes were glued to that one point, and everything around it lost its sound and color.

”Xiancheng!” Xun’er’s exclamation carried a slight tremor.

She disregarded everything and wrapped her arms around Yun Xiancheng’s waist from behind, her soft body pressing tightly against his back, attempting to face this monstrous pressure together with the person she loved.

At the same time, three figures of different colors had already shot out.