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

340: Section 340The massive light gate, composed of countless energy runes, was now covered in cracks, flickering uncertainly.

From deep within those fissures, wills of extreme violence crashed madly against it; every impact caused the entire space to tremble.

A few wisps of condensed heart flame had even escaped from the widest crack, carrying within them a pure, unmasked will—destruction, incineration, and endless resentment towards the chains that had imprisoned it for so many years.

”Be quiet, vile beast.”

A soft, calm voice—not loud, yet it clearly overpowered all the roaring.

That voice contained a certain supreme decree. The Fallen Heart Flame, which had been raging wildly just a moment before, suddenly had its violent will stalled. A fear originating from the source of life, an absolute pressure capable of completely obliterating it, descended upon its chaotic consciousness.

The gloomy underground cavern dissipated without a trace, replaced by a boundless fairyland of sea clouds.

Magnificent pavilions loomed in the golden auspicious clouds, the South Gate of Heaven stood towering and majestic, and the Jade Pool Immortal Water rippled with shimmering light. The Young ladies, finding themselves in the midst of this, forgot to breathe for a moment.

Their gazes were drawn deep into the Cloud Above Heavenly Palace, where they saw the figure of Yun Xiancheng standing quietly before a high platform that was entirely dark red and surged with sky-piercing killing intent.

At this moment, he wore a flat-topped imperial crown and a black imperial robe. As the tassels of his crown swayed gently, he exuded a supreme majesty that looked down upon the heavens, gazing indifferently at the invisible flame that was being tightly suppressed and trembling incessantly below the platform.

Yun Xiancheng’s thoughts resonated in the hearts of the Young ladies:

”That divine artifact, condensed from endless resentment and intent to kill, emits an aura of judgment that is the nemesis of all fierce and evil things in this world.”

The blood-colored energy acted like invisible shackles, firmly imprisoning the Fallen Heart Flame. Subsequently, a beam of blood-colored light slashed down from the Slaughtering Platform, precisely and completely obliterating its core consciousness. However, no sooner had the danger of the heart flame been resolved than the monstrous killing aura of the Slaughtering Platform, erupting due to the full-force operation of the cultivation technique, crashed across the barrier between spirit and reality, slamming violently against the sealing light gate outside the Heavenly Flame Training Pagoda!

404 Cai Lin Loses the Opportunity to Eat

Outside the Heavenly Flame Training Pagoda, Su Qian was completely unaware of the truth deep within the heart of the pagoda.

All he could perceive was that blood-colored baleful aura, condensed to the point of substance, surging into the sky from deep within the earth’s core.

In his view, the monstrous resentment and killing intent contained within that aura were surely the boundless hatred accumulated by the Heavenly Flame after being suppressed for so many years, vowing to burn everything in existence.

”Activate the grand formation with full power, hold the seal at all costs! We must not let this fiend break through the seal!” At this moment, protecting the safety of the entire Inner Academy had become the overriding duty.

As for the group of promising children inside the pagoda... Su Qian’s heart sank to the bottom. He had no time to spare for other concerns and could only pour all his mental energy into the precarious seal before him, issuing the most painful order to the group of solemn elders beside him.

A beautiful figure pushed through the crowd at this moment, rushing quickly to stand before Su Qian.

Liu Fei’s pretty face had completely drained of color, and her usual lively and charming demeanor was replaced by an intense, inseparable anxiety. She looked up, staring intently at the Great Elder: ”Elder, please wait a little longer! Xiancheng... Lord Guan is still inside, please give them a little more time!”

Su Qian’s gaze fell upon the face of this second daughter of the Liu family; her talent and reputation were also outstanding within the Inner Academy.

However, he only shook his head heavily, every word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth: ”I cannot take the lives of thousands of teachers and students of the Inner Academy to gamble on a slim possibility.”

This resolute answer caused the last shred of hope in Liu Fei’s heart to be completely extinguished. She understood that any verbal pleading was already in vain.

Rather than wasting words here, it would be better... better to help him in her own way. But what could they do? A deep sense of powerlessness gripped her.

In terms of strength, wisdom, or means, everything they could think of, their husband excelled at; everything they could not do, their husband could easily accomplish. This huge gap made her feel so defeated for the first time.

She clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white from the force, while desperately trying to convey her anxiety and calls to him through the soul connection known as the ”Pact of One Heart.” However, all her messages were like clay oxen entering the sea, with no response.

The only thing that could bring comfort was that subtle sensation originating from the depths of the contract, confirming that he was safe and sound. It was this faint, lingering connection that prevented the sisters gathered around her from being completely swallowed by fear.

But what then? What should they do? Should they just stand here, watching helplessly, waiting with no way to act? Liu Fei turned her head abruptly, her gaze sweeping over the pretty faces behind her, all equally filled with worry.

At first, she had been the calmest, but now she had become the most nervous; once it involved the potential safety of Yun Xiancheng, she could not remain calm.

A sense of determination ignited in her heart, dispelling all hesitation and helplessness. She spoke word by word, her voice not loud but filled with firmness: ”Since the danger is right before us, and our husband is inside, I cannot stand idly by. Even if... even if this action disrupts his entire plan.”

”Liu Fei, calm down.” Xue Ni pressed her shoulders, trying to pass on her own calmness, ”We must trust him. Everything our husband does is surely planned before acting. The crisis before us is surely within his calculations.”

Her words contained an almost blind, unreserved trust in Yun Xiancheng. This rational comfort, however, became the last straw that crushed Liu Fei’s emotions.

Her eyes instantly turned red, and her voice carried a slight, uncontrollable tremor: ”But what if fate does not protect him... what if there is an accident... I do not want to live alone. If we cannot live together, then I only ask to die together.”

This blood-weeping whisper caused the atmosphere at the scene to completely freeze. After a moment of silence, the Young ladies of the Moon Spirit began to move silently.

Some stood behind Xue Ni, choosing rational trust; while more people silently walked to Liu Fei’s side, choosing to rush towards that unknown ending with her.

”What are you arguing about?” Xiao Yu, who had been silent all along, spoke coldly, interrupting this silent confrontation.

She didn’t even look at anyone, her long legs striding out, Dou Qi surging around her body, and she transformed into a stream of light, rushing towards the direction of the giant tower without looking back.

Her choice never needed thinking.

At that solemn wedding in Wutan City, she had already bound her entire life to that name. Living and dying together was not just empty words, but a vow already carved into her marrow.

Xiao Yu’s action became the fuse that ignited the powder keg. Liu Fei and the Young ladies behind her no longer hesitated and followed closely behind.

As for Xue Ni and the others who had originally chosen to watch, after exchanging glances, they also shook their heads with a bitter smile and transformed into streams of light to chase after them. Trust is trust, but letting them watch their sisters go on an adventure helplessly was something they could never do.

”Nonsense! Simply nonsense!” Su Qian’s eyelids twitched wildly, and he was so angry he almost vomited blood. But maintaining the formation left him unable to move.

In the distant Black-Corner Region, Qi Huo City. Inside the deepest bedchamber of the City Lord’s Mansion, Han Fenger woke up suddenly from her deep sleep. She sat up abruptly, her heart filled with an inexplicable palpitation.

She subconsciously looked up at the ceiling directly above the bed, where a charcoal sketch of Yun Xiancheng’s profile was outlined. The lines were immature, yet they had been traced thousands of times by their owner. That face was her only comfort in the middle of the night.

Right now, that faint connection originating from the depths of her soul was sending out a violent, unsettling fluctuation.

The direction of Jia Nan Academy... something happened. Did the Fallen Heart Flame erupt early? A thought flashed through her mind, and Han Fenger’s heart tightened abruptly.

Junior brother... he is still in that place of trouble! Should she set off immediately and go to help him?

Just as she was in a state of chaos, a respectful announcement from a maid sounded outside the door: ”City Lord, Sect Leader Su Mei requests an audience.”

”Please, quickly!” Han Fenger steadied herself and quickly threw on an outer robe to cover her slightly messy nightgown. Regarding this nominal ”subordinate,” but actual ”sister,” she always felt a bit awkward about how to interact with her.

Su Mei soon walked in; she was dressed in capable, tight-fitting attire today, her expression solemn.

Upon seeing Han Fenger, she did not show the slightest bit of arrogance from being favored; instead, she bowed respectfully, performing a standard subordinate’s salute: ”Alliance Leader, our husband just transmitted a thought to me.” Su Mei raised her head, precisely relaying: ”He said that the matter at Jia Nan Academy is entirely under his control, no need to worry.”

Sea of Consciousness, Cloud Above Heavenly Palace.

The chaos of the outside world, the arguments and choices of the Young ladies, were all clearly reflected in the heart lake of Yun Xiancheng. He did not respond immediately, just slightly closed his eyes, his thoughts flowing.

That Slaughtering Platform, which had temporarily appeared in reality and was constantly emitting monstrous blood-colored aura, under the shroud of his will, let out an unwilling hum, and finally slowly fell silent, returning to above the Heavenly Palace.

As the source of the baleful aura was forcibly suppressed, that terrifying energy impacting the external seal also vanished into thin air.

After finishing all this, he divided a wisp of thought, crossing the barrier of space, gently brushing over the hearts of Liu Fei, Xue Ni, and others, giving them a silent embrace.

”Rest assured, I have always been here.”

The illusion within the Sea of Consciousness did not dissipate. Hu Jia, Nalan Yanran, and other Young ladies at the bottom of the pagoda were still situated in this fairyland of Jade Pool Immortal Water, with clouds and mist swirling under their feet, magnificent pavilions in the distance, and ethereal immortal music, making them forget for a moment where they were.

Yun Xiancheng turned around and looked at the Young ladies beside him, only to find them all with wide, beautiful eyes, staring fixedly at him, their gazes swirling with a peculiar brilliance.

Following their gaze, he looked down and noticed that his snow-colored robe had, at some point, been replaced by a set of illusory imperial vestments.

The flat-topped crown on his head hung twelve strands of beads, obscuring his brows and eyes, yet failing to hide that supreme aura of looking down upon the heavens and dominating all things.

”So that’s it, I’ve changed clothes.”

He understood, calmly accepting this new image manifested by the advancement of his cultivation technique.

As for how to completely unlock the most magnificent Lingxiao Treasure Hall at the end of the Cloud Above Heavenly Palace... he mused that perhaps the answer still needed to be sought from his mysterious mother-in-law.

Not far away, on the surface of the Jade Pool, a green lotus bloomed quietly.

Xiao Yan sat cross-legged on the Lotus Platform, her eyes tightly closed, surrounded by a ring of invisible, colorless flame as she concentrated on refining the origin of the Fallen Heart Flame.

The entire process was smooth and steady; the consciousness of the exotic fire had been thoroughly erased, leaving only the purest energy without any extraneous thoughts.

The special effect of the Fallen Heart Flame did not manifest.

”Hmm... it seems Cai Lin has missed her chance to eat herself,” Yun Xiancheng thought with a smile.

In a corner of his Sea of Consciousness, an image of Cai Lin watched Yun Xiancheng’s smile, curled her lip, and let out an almost inaudible huff.

Yun Xiancheng withdrew his thoughts, once again meeting the increasingly burning gazes of the Young ladies.

Their gazes were a mixture of worship, admiration, curiosity, and a slight... mischievous desire to pull the god high above the nine heavens down into the mortal realm.

Nalan Yanran was the first to act.

Taking a deep breath, as if summoning all the courage of her life, she slowly walked up to Yun Xiancheng.

Her cheeks flushed with an alluring crimson.

She tilted her head back, her autumn-water-like eyes gazing into the indifferent eyes behind the beaded curtain, and with a voice barely audible yet incredibly clear, she uttered an earth-shattering request:

”Lord Guan... just stay like this, do not move, and do not resist... let us serve you, is that alright?”

Even Yun Xiancheng couldn’t help but be taken aback.

He glanced around and saw that Hu Jia, Han Yue, Liu Qing, and the others all had flushed cheeks and shimmering eyes; their eager expressions clearly signaled their wholehearted approval of Nalan Yanran’s proposal.

He instantly understood their intentions.

To them, this imperial robe, symbolizing supreme majesty and holiness, was the perfect romantic embellishment.

Personally desecrating this perfection and majesty, dragging the high-and-mighty Heavenly Emperor into a vortex of desire—the thrill of this transgression far exceeded anything ordinary.

Truly... a bunch of cute, fun-loving girls.

Yun Xiancheng did not speak; he merely nodded slightly.

The twelve strands of beads swayed gently, emitting a delicate, crisp, and melodious clinking of jade.

This was his tacit consent.

405 But There Is Still an Underground Party

Xiao Yu, Liu Fei, and their group resolutely stepped onto the spiral staircase leading to the bottom of the pagoda.

Their figures were quickly swallowed by an impenetrable darkness, completely isolating them from the outside world.

The spiral staircase wound downwards, bottomless and deep.

The air was thick with invisible, scorching energy—the origin heart flame that had dissipated after the eruption of the Fallen Heart Flame.

This energy was pervasive, infiltrating their bodies with every breath they took and through every pore.

Liu Fei walked at the front of the group.

She could clearly perceive that every time her soles touched the cold stone steps, a wisp of extremely pure, invisible flame would forcibly invade her meridians.

The burning pain was bearable at first, but as they descended deeper, it intensified, feeling as if countless red-hot steel needles were piercing through her flesh.

Yet, for these strong-willed Young ladies, this extreme pain was also an extreme opportunity.

Almost instinctively, they activated their cultivation techniques, mobilizing the Dou Qi within their bodies to wrap layers around this violent external energy, then slowly refining it with persistent effort, eventually converting it into pure nutrients to strengthen themselves.

One step, and their skin burned.

Ten steps, and their muscles and bones were tormented.

After a hundred steps, the power of the invisible heart flame suddenly intensified, beginning to directly burn the Dou Qi flowing through their meridians.

Every step downward required several times more effort than before, leaving the Young ladies with flushed faces.

Crystal-clear beads of sweat slid down their temples, quickly soaking their close-fitting clothes and outlining their graceful, undulating curves.

The physical test was secondary; far more dangerous was the erosion on a spiritual level.

A cold, sinister intent to kill, arising from an unknown source, quietly permeated their Sea of Consciousness.

This malice originated from the Slaughtering Platform, constantly stirring up and amplifying the anxiety, fear, and despair deep within their hearts.

”Will we die here?”

”Has... something happened to him?”

”By rushing in like this, are we only causing him trouble?”

Such thoughts, accompanied by that malice, circled endlessly in their minds, attempting to shake their dao heart.

Yet, whenever their minds were on the verge of collapsing, a clear image would involuntarily surface in the depths of their Sea of Consciousness: a figure in a snow-colored robe, quiet and steady.

Merely gazing upon it caused a tranquil power to wash over them.

This figure was the sole reason for them to press forward in this desperate plight.

Whenever that cold, sinister malice attempted to corrupt their souls, it was purified by the gentle aura radiating from that figure, ultimately dissolving into nothingness.

The further they descended, the more intense the heart flame on the stairs became, and the more concentrated the malice grew.

The Young ladies’ footsteps became exceptionally heavy; each step felt like a struggle between spirit and flesh.

Yet, not one person complained, nor did anyone choose to retreat.

They merely gritted their teeth in silence, gradually adapting to this rhythm of cultivation, where their bodies served as the cauldron and their footsteps as the heat.

The concept of time had become blurred here.

It was unknown how much time had passed when Liu Fei, relying on inertia, took another step downward.

The hard, cold stone steps she expected did not appear.

Her body sank slightly, and the darkness before her, capable of swallowing all light, was instantly dispelled by a warm, soft white glow.

The dazzling light caused everyone to instinctively close their eyes.

When their vision finally adapted to the sudden brightness and they slowly opened their eyes, the scene that greeted them left everyone stunned.

There was no magma or scorched earth, no blood or malice.

Beneath their feet flowed golden, auspicious clouds that felt warm and solid to the touch.

In the distance, magnificent palaces loomed within the sea of clouds; with flying eaves, bucket arches, carved railings, and jade steps, every detail exuded an extraordinary immortal aura.

In this Cloud Above Heavenly Palace, most of the structures possessed a translucent, illusory quality; only the pool of water nearby appeared exceptionally real.

It was a vast pool with water so clear it reached the bottom.

The surface of the water was suffused with seven-colored rosy light; rich life essence and spiritual energy intertwined and rose, forming a thin, visible mist that lingered above the water.

”Jade Pool.” The two words surfaced in everyone’s mind without warning.

What a magnificent sight!

Even the legendary place where the Heavenly Emperor feasted with immortals and frolics with his consorts could be nothing more than this.

Within the dense mist, graceful, snow-white figures could be vaguely discerned.

And right in the center of it all, a familiar figure was resting with his eyes closed—it was Yun Xiancheng, the one they yearned for and were willing to follow even at the cost of their lives.

Nalan Yanran, Hu Jia, Han Yue, Liu Qing... those sisters who had arrived earlier were all disheveled and completely bare.

Some leaned affectionately against his arm, others splashed water onto his chest, and some rested their heads on his lap, chatting and laughing—a truly vivid and enchanting scene.

A Moon Spirit young lady subconsciously raised her hand to wipe the fragrant sweat from her brow, a result of their arduous journey.

Looking at the leisurely, indulgent scene before her, she couldn’t help but mutter, ”We... really had it rough just now.”

Her words carried a hint of grievance and jealousy that she hadn’t even realized herself.

Liu Fei heard this, but did not echo the sentiment.

From beginning to end, her gaze remained firmly locked on the figure resting with his eyes closed.

The moment she confirmed his breath was steady and he was safe and sound, the heartstring that had been stretched to the limit since they rushed into the pagoda finally relaxed completely.

The resolve to face death had, in this instant, transformed into the relief of having survived a catastrophe.

Once her tightly wound will relaxed, an overwhelming wave of exhaustion swept over her.

Yet, amidst the ruins of all these emotions, a more primitive and intense instinct quickly seized her mind.

Liu Fei did not speak; she merely reached out in silence and untied the ribbons of her clothes.

Outer robe, undergarments, skirt... one by one, her sweat-drenched clothes were discarded without hesitation onto the sea of clouds beneath her feet.

Baring her body, she strode forward with long, slender legs, walking step by step toward the mist-filled pool.

Her actions awakened all the sisters who had still been hesitating.