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

370: Section 370”Knowing yourself and your enemy is the only way to emerge victorious. There is no harm in learning about the internal situation of the Pill Tower in advance.” They were not part of the past stories, so they did not share Yao Chan’s complex emotions of returning home to meet old friends.

In their view, utilizing every available resource to pave the way for their man was the most practical and urgent matter. Wind Idle’s proposal was exactly what they wanted.

Yun Xiancheng listened to the discussion among the women and looked at Yao Chan’s awkward yet slightly wavering expression. He had already made a decision. He smiled gently, delivering the final verdict on this small debate:

”Alright, since everyone says so, let’s pay a visit. Consider it a courtesy call.” He looked at Yao Chan, his voice tender:

”Master, just think of it as accompanying me to get acquainted with the place, how about it?”

Yao Chan looked into Yun Xiancheng’s clear and deep eyes, then glanced at the Young ladies around her whose faces screamed ”just say yes,” and finally sighed helplessly.

She felt like an old fox surrounded by a pack of little foxes, with no room to refuse. Fine, fine—an ugly daughter-in-law must eventually meet her in-laws, and besides, she wasn’t even ugly.

Her tiny soul body settled back onto the tip of Yun Xiancheng’s nose. With her hands on her hips, she struck a bossy pose and said in a childish voice:

”Since you’ve all begged me, this venerable one will reluctantly make the trip. Disciple, lead the way!” Yun Xiancheng smiled faintly, not exposing her little scheme, and led his wives forward.

They headed straight toward the center of Holy Pill City, toward the giant tower that soared into the clouds as if connecting heaven and earth. The Pill Tower was heavily guarded.

However, when Yun Xiancheng’s group arrived, before he could even speak, a burst of forest-white flames rose from Yao Chan’s small palm.

As soon as the flames appeared, the surrounding temperature plummeted. An extreme cold originating from the depths of the soul made the guards at the gate shiver in unison.

Bone Chilling Flame!

This iconic Heavenly Flame was the most resonant proof of identity for those of the Pill Tower.

Almost the instant the flames appeared, at the top of the Pill Tower, three soul powers as vast as the sea awakened simultaneously, carrying shock, ecstasy, and utter...

...disbelief, as they instantly locked onto the area below the tower.

The next moment, a gentle yet majestic voice rang directly in the minds of Yun Xiancheng and the others: ”Distinguished guests have arrived; please forgive our lack of welcome. Please come inside for a chat.”

The surrounding space rippled slightly, and an invisible passage constructed from spatial power appeared beneath their feet, leading directly into the depths of the Pill Tower.

Yun Xiancheng stepped onto the passage with a calm expression, and the Young ladies followed closely behind him without the slightest nervousness. After passing through layers of mysterious restrictions, the scene before them suddenly opened up.

This was a primitive and elegant courtyard with green pines, lush cypresses, small bridges, and flowing water. The air was filled with a refreshing pill fragrance.

Within the stone pavilion of the courtyard, three figures were already waiting.

Two of them were elderly women who appeared to be over fifty. One wore a grey hemp robe, her face haggard and her eyes as sharp as a hawk’s. The other wore the luxurious robes of an Alchemist, her expression arrogant, with a lingering sense of rigidity and severity between her brows. Though their auras were powerful, they carried a sense of decaying twilight, as if they could be consumed by time at any moment.

Appearance is born from the heart; it seems the hearts of these two Pill Tower giants have already grown old, Yun Xiancheng judged silently.

This generation’s Pill Tower giants are quite the army of women.

Standing in front of the two elderly women was a beautiful woman who appeared to be only in her thirties. She wore an elegant green dress, her figure graceful and her charm captivating.

Her skin was as fair as jade, without a single wrinkle, and her eyes were clear and gentle, as if they contained a spring of water.

There was no sharp aura of a powerful expert about her; instead, she was filled with a maternal radiance and softness that made one feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze, naturally feeling close to her.

This starkly different temperament allowed Yun Xiancheng to instantly understand their identities. This elegant older sister in her prime must be the Pill Tower giant, Xuan Yi.

Xuan Yi’s gaze immediately fell upon the tiny, translucent soul body on the tip of Yun Xiancheng’s nose.

Her body trembled slightly, and her gentle eyes were instantly flooded with excitement, heartache, and the ecstasy of regaining something lost. However, she quickly composed herself, her good upbringing preventing her from losing her composure on the spot.

She first bowed gracefully to Yun Xiancheng, her voice soft and melodious: ”Greetings, young Master. I am Xuan Yi. It is a pleasure to meet you all.”

Then, she nodded to each of the Young ladies behind Yun Xiancheng, her every move exuding the grace of a noble lady. Having done all this, her gaze returned to Yao Chan, her voice trembling with irrepressible concern: ”Chan... Chaner? Is it really you? Where have you been all these years? Do you know... how worried I was about you?”

That ”Chaner” made Yao Chan’s tiny body stiffen, and it felt as if the hair all over her body was standing on end. Here it comes, that same old tone again!

She wailed inwardly but had to force a smile onto her face. ”Ahem... Xuan Yi, long time no see.”

Yao Chan cleared her throat, trying to make her voice sound more mature.

”I’ve made you worry. Some accidents happened over the years; I was ambushed by those scumbags from the Hall of Souls and nearly had my soul scattered. It’s a long story.”

She really didn’t want to waste words with this woman who wanted to be her mama as soon as they met, so she explained her ordeal in a few sentences and immediately shifted the topic to her ’mount’ beneath her.

”However, I had good luck and took on a good Disciple in the Northwest Continent.” She patted the bridge of Yun Xiancheng’s nose, her tone full of pride and satisfaction. ”If not for him, my little life would have been forfeit long ago. Come, Xiancheng, greet your Martial Aunt Xuan Yi.”

Yun Xiancheng naturally took over the conversation, cupping his hands in a respectful salute to Xuan Yi, and smiled: ”Junior Yun Xiancheng greets Senior Xuan Yi.”

As soon as he spoke, Xuan Yi’s attention shifted completely from Yao Chan to him. Her gentle eyes began to scrutinize him carefully.

Hmm, handsome features, extraordinary bearing, clear eyes, and a steady aura.

Most importantly, his protection and doting on Chaner were genuine. To be chosen and entrusted with her life by her own ’daughter,’ who usually had such high standards...

...he must surely be a well-behaved child with good character. Moreover, he saved Chaner... For a moment, Xuan Yi’s affection and gratitude toward Yun Xiancheng surged like a tide. The way she looked at him also underwent a marvelous change.

That gaze, which was originally just one of appreciation, was gradually replaced by a deeper, more loving light. It was the kind of look one gives to their own junior... like looking at a grandson.

Chaner is my daughter, and this child is Chaner’s Disciple... so doesn’t that make him my dear grandson?

Once this thought arose, it could no longer be suppressed.

The smile on Xuan Yi’s face became increasingly gentle and soft, filled with maternal radiance.

Yun Xiancheng felt a bit creeped out by her gaze; he keenly sensed the change in her mindset. Is she... treating me like a grandson? He felt a sense of oddness in his heart.

Being treated as a junior was a common occurrence, but being gazed at with the eyes of someone looking at their grandson by a peerless Beauty who looked only a few years older than himself...

...this experience was truly unprecedented. The world of cultivators is truly marvelous.

Having such a young and beautiful grandmother... seems like it might not be so bad? The more Xuan Yi looked at Yun Xiancheng, the more she liked him.

Truly a good child... to be able to protect Chaner, he must have suffered quite a bit.

Looking at the boy’s lean frame, he must have endured many grievances. No, I must compensate him well in the future! ”Good child, stand up, there’s no need for such formalities.”

Xuan Yi stepped forward and actually helped Yun Xiancheng up with her own hands. The movement was so natural it was as if she had practiced it a thousand times.

”From now on, treat this place as your own home. Don’t be formal.” Her sudden intimacy left everyone present stunned.

The two elderly women, who had remained silent, widened their eyes in shock.

When had they ever seen President Xuan Yi be so warm toward a young man she had just met?

”Alright, you two, don’t just stand there like statues,” Xuan Yi turned and instructed the two elderly women.

”Go quickly and properly host these Young ladies. They are Xiancheng’s family, which makes them the most distinguished guests of our Pill Tower. There must not be the slightest neglect. We will step away for a while and leave you some time.”

The two elderly women complied, and despite their internal confusion, they stepped forward as instructed and made a ”please” gesture toward Nalan Yanran and the others.

Xuan Yi then turned back, looking at Yun Xiancheng with a beaming smile, and said:

”Good child, come. You and Chaner, follow me. We have things to discuss inside.”

With that, she took Yun Xiancheng’s wrist without allowing any argument and led him straight toward the depths of the courtyard, to her private room. Yao Chan, sitting on the bridge of Yun Xiancheng’s nose, felt her scalp go numb as alarm bells rang in her mind.

She knew Xuan Yi too well; this woman tried everything in her power to make her call her ”mama” every time they met. In the past, when she was alone, she could barely manage to deflect it.

Now, she had actually extended her demonic claws toward her most beloved Disciple! It was over, it was all over—the lamb was entering the tiger’s den!

Looking at Xuan Yi’s gentle, water-like back, Yao Chan felt deep concern for Yun Xiancheng’s ”safety” for the first time.

459 mama? Grandma! Enjoy Grandma Xuan Yi’s hug.

After the three entered the inner chamber, Xuan Yi initially conversed with Yun Xiancheng in a serious manner to determine his character. Yun Xiancheng answered fluently, leaving Xuan Yi very satisfied.

Xuan Yi’s inner chamber was elegant and quiet, a stark contrast to the solemn and dignified atmosphere of the Pill Tower outside.

The air was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood and the fragrance of orchids, blending together to form a unique aroma that calmed the mind.

Xuan Yi skillfully poured cups of fragrant tea that emitted wisps of steam for herself and Yun Xiancheng, her gentle eyes never leaving Yun Xiancheng the entire time.

She gently pushed the teacup in front of him, her voice so soft it could drip water:

”Good child, drink some tea first to moisten your throat. Coming all the way from the Northwest Continent must have been exhausting.” Yun Xiancheng bowed slightly and took the teacup with both hands, his movements smooth and elegant. ”Thank you, Senior. You are too kind.”

He took a small sip; the tea was mild and left a sweet aftertaste, clearly a very precious variety.

Yao Chan’s tiny soul body floated over Yun Xiancheng’s shoulder, watching Xuan Yi warily with big eyes full of defensiveness. Sure enough, Xuan Yi settled onto a stone stool, looked at Yun Xiancheng, and asked softly:

”I heard from Chaner that it was by a stroke of luck that you found her soul body and rescued her from the pursuit of the Hall of Souls?”

Her question seemed casual, but she was actually confirming Yun Xiancheng’s background and the foundation of his relationship with Yao Chan. Yun Xiancheng set down his teacup and answered calmly and neither humbly nor arrogantly.

”My meeting with Master was indeed a matter of fate. I wouldn’t call it a rescue; it was just a timely encounter where I contributed a bit of meager effort. Master’s awakening and escape from pursuit were entirely due to her own abilities; I was of little use.”

Hearing this, the gentleness in Xuan Yi’s eyes deepened even further.

She looked at Yao Chan’s small figure and sighed:

”This girl has a stubborn and proud temperament; she won’t easily bow her head to others. I was constantly worried about her, but seeing her safe and sound now, I can finally rest easy.”

Her tone was full of the relief of surviving a disaster and affection for a junior.

That thick, undeniable maternal radiance made the atmosphere of the entire inner chamber grow warmer. However, to Yao Chan, this warmth felt like thorns in her back.

She immediately sent an urgent warning to Yun Xiancheng through the Pact of One Heart.

”Yun Xiancheng! Did you hear that! She’s starting again! That elder-like tone! I’m telling you, her next sentence will definitely be asking you if I, as your Master...”

”...often bully you or cause you trouble! You must not let her lead you into a trap!”

Yao Chan’s thoughts frantically flooded Yun Xiancheng’s mind, filled with anxiety and unease.

Almost at the same time, Xuan Yi’s voice rang out again, exactly as Yao Chan had predicted:

”Chaner has always been mischievous. These past years, she must have caused you no small amount of trouble, right? If she ever bullies you, feel free to tell me, and I will set things right for you.” Yao Chan: ”!!!”

Yun Xiancheng suppressed a smile, but his face showed a perfectly timed, gentle grin. He shook his head and looked at Xuan Yi with clear eyes, his voice sincere and earnest:

”Senior, you must be joking. Master has been as kind to me as a mountain is high, teaching me with care and never showing even a hint of harshness. To be Master’s Disciple and to care for her is the greatest fortune of my life.”

”The time spent with Master, though often accompanied by danger, is also the most precious memory in my life.”

These words were flawless, expressing both respect and gratitude for his Master while subtly hinting at the hardships they had shared.

At the same time, he placed himself in the position of a sensible, filial, and grateful junior.

Hearing this, the last traces of doubt in Xuan Yi’s heart vanished. The look she gave Yun Xiancheng was no longer just simple appreciation and gratitude.

Instead, it was filled with the fondness and satisfaction of a mother-in-law looking at a son-in-law—no, a grandmother looking at a grandson.

This child... what a truly good child! Xuan Yi marveled in her heart.

Pure character, respects his teacher, peerless talent, extraordinary bearing, and his appearance is beyond reproach... Even more rare is that he is genuinely good to my Chaner.

This girl Chaner has finally seen the light at the end of the tunnel and found a good home... no, found a good Disciple, a good Disciple! Xuan Yi’s thoughts drifted away.

In Yun Xiancheng’s sea of consciousness, Yao Chan felt a wave of chills.

”Yun Xiancheng! You traitor! What on earth did you say to her! The way she’s looking at you is getting more and more affectionate!”

”Wait! That’s not affection! That’s the look one gives the fattest pig in their own pen! She wants to fatten you up before slaughtering you!” Yao Chan paced around in a panic.

”It’s over, it’s over. How could I forget? That mouth of yours can talk the dead back to life; you’re best at pleasing women! An old woman like Xuan Yi falls for this the most!”

Yun Xiancheng soothed her in his heart: ”Teacher, please calm down. Senior Xuan Yi has no ill intentions.” Yao Chan almost jumped:

”Of course she has no ill intentions! She just wants to be your grandmother! Don’t you understand! That’s scarier than having ill intentions!”

While the Master and Disciple were in chaos within the sea of consciousness, Xuan Yi’s satisfaction with Yun Xiancheng had reached its peak.

The more she looked at Yun Xiancheng, the more pleasing she found him, and the more she felt he was a treasure of a grandson sent by the heavens to make up for a thousand years of regret. ”Good child, having a Disciple like you is Chaner’s blessing, and mine as well.”

Xuan Yi’s voice carried an uncontrollable fondness and intimacy. ”Come, come to my side, let me get a good look at you.”

She beckoned to Yun Xiancheng with a posture so natural it was as if they were already family. Yun Xiancheng stood up compliantly and walked to her side.

He was much taller than the seated Xuan Yi. As he leaned down slightly, his plain white robes trailed on the floor, making his figure look even more slender and his temperament more ethereal. Xuan Yi looked up at him, into those eyes as clear as stars.

The maternal love she had suppressed for many years finally burst forth like a flood breaking through a dam, no longer able to be contained.

She couldn’t help but reach out, wanting to ruffle his hair. It was a subconscious act born of instinct.

However, at the moment her palm was about to touch the top of Yun Xiancheng’s head, the expected dodging or resistance did not occur.

Instead of backing away, Yun Xiancheng leaned down further and proactively rested his head gently against Xuan Yi’s shoulder. He even tilted his face slightly, pressing his cheek against her shoulder, which, though separated by clothing—

—still felt warm and soft. He was like a weary bird that had been wandering for a long time and finally found a home. His movements were so natural and fluid, without the slightest hesitation or affectation.

In those cool eyes, a perfectly timed hint of longing and dependence appeared, as if saying:

I am so tired; I can finally rest. Xuan Yi’s body froze instantly.

Her hand remained suspended in mid-air, her posture looking somewhat comical.

She could clearly feel the warm breath near her ear and the steady, vital weight of a young man on her shoulder.