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

372: Section 372Her slender and nimble hands, which had refined countless spiritual pills and medicines, appeared so flustered and dazed at this moment.

This strong contrast caused the fire in Yun Xiancheng’s heart to burn even more vigorously. ”Baby... is it like this? Are you... are you comfortable?”

Xuan Yi was moving clumsily while still asking with concern.

She simply felt that this burning hot thing seemed to make her ”good grandson” a bit uncomfortable, and what she had to do was soothe it and calm it down.

”Mm.” Yun Xiancheng let out a low, muffled groan from his throat, his body tensing slightly.

Xuan Yi seemed to be encouraged by his reaction. Although her hand movements were still clumsy, they began to take on a certain rhythm. She started to stroke up and down, following the image in her imagination.

Her delicate palm rubbed against Buzhou Mountain, making a ”guji guba” watery sound.

Time seemed to be stretched infinitely at this moment. Finally...

As Yun Xiancheng’s body suddenly arched...

Her porcelain-white palm was doused in a wet, hot mess.

Xuan Yi stopped her movements. She spread her palm and looked down at the viscous patch.

Her eyes were filled with a deep inquiry and curiosity, much like an Alchemist discovering a new material.

She extended the index finger of her other hand, carefully dabbed a bit, and sniffed it at the tip of her nose. It had a very special scent.

Then, she made a move that even Yun Xiancheng had not anticipated.

Driven by strong curiosity and the maternal instinct of ”not wasting anything from her good grandson,”

Xuan Yi slowly, bit by bit, brought the wet liquid on her palm into her mouth and tasted it carefully. Her brows furrowed slightly, as if she were savoring a dish she had never tasted before.

After a moment, she looked up at Yun Xiancheng, a pure smile without any impurities appearing on her face.

461. Busy Xiao Yan

The night, like spilled ink, silently soaked the dome of Holy Pill City, swallowing all the noisy glitz of the day.

As the lights first came on, thousands of lights were like stars falling to the ground, decorating this holy city of Alchemists with brilliant colors, like a palace in the sky that never sleeps. Inside the Pill Tower, it was even more brightly lit, showing a scene of solemnity and majesty.

When Xiao Yan and Ye Xinlan finished their full day of assessment and returned to the temporary residence arranged for them by the Pill Tower with a bit of fatigue and hard-to-conceal excitement, time had already quietly slipped into the late night.

Relying on refining techniques far beyond her peers, Xiao Yan passed the Seventh-Rank Alchemist assessment without any suspense. Ye Xinlan had also made progress and was now a Sixth-Grade Alchemist.

”Senior Brother and the others should be in the main living room, right? Let’s go over quickly!”

Xiao Yan seemed a bit impatient; she hadn’t seen Yun Xiancheng for a whole day and missed him dearly. Ye Xinlan nodded obediently and responded briskly, ”Mm, let’s go, Sister Xiao Yan.”

The two of them passed through the winding corridor. Before they even reached the main living room, they could faintly hear the chattering laughter of the Young ladies coming from inside. However, the moment they pushed the door open, the scene before them caused the cheerful expression Xiao Yan had prepared to freeze slightly.

Inside the spacious and bright main living room, the atmosphere seemed a bit... subtle. Her master, Venerable Yao, Yao Chan, was standing with her arms crossed over her chest.

Her small, semi-transparent soul body floated huffily in mid-air, her cheeks puffed out like a steamed bun.

Those watery big eyes were full of indignation and grievance, screaming ”I’m very unhappy” and ”Don’t mess with me.” Opposite Yao Chan, that senior Xuan Yi, one of the Dan Ta Three Giants whom they had only met briefly during the day, was now slightly lowering her head, her face showing obvious apology and helplessness.

She seemed to be explaining something in a soft voice, her posture very low, without a hint of the majesty of a top-tier powerhouse.

”Chan’er, don’t be angry... I... I also just couldn’t help myself for a moment.” Xuan Yi’s voice was soft and pleasant, yet it carried an indescribable embarrassment and guilt.

Yao Chan turned her head to the side, facing her with the back of her head, her voice crisp and loud.

”I don’t care! Yun Xiancheng is my Disciple! My only Disciple! How could you... what you’re doing is immoral! It’s shameful! It’s taking advantage of a situation!” ”I... I didn’t...”

Xuan Yi’s voice sounded even more innocent.

”I just... I just like that child too much... Besides, we... what’s between us is pure. It’s the affection of an elder for a junior; it’s not the same nature as yours... as yours.”

”Not the same nature? I don’t see any difference!”

Yao Chan’s voice suddenly rose an octave, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

”Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking! You... you disrespectful old hag!”

This... what’s the situation? Xiao Yan watched, dumbfounded.

A giant of the Pill Tower was actually being pointed at and called an ”old hag” by her own master, and she didn’t even dare to talk back? This was way too approachable, wasn’t it?

Naturally, she didn’t know that just a few hours ago...

Inside Xuan Yi’s inner chamber, what kind of world-shaking ”maternal love” drama had unfolded. On the other side of the living room, Yun Xiancheng was lazily leaning against a soft beast-skin sofa.

He was sipping fragrant tea with a composed expression, completely ignoring the scene that could be called a ”family ethics drama.” Beside him, Tang Huo’er was clinging to him like a needy kitten.

Zi Yan leaned out from behind the sofa, her arms wrapped around his neck and her chin resting on his shoulder, her face overflowing with a happy smile. In seats slightly further away, the group of Young ladies including Han Yue, Han Xue, Liu Fei, and Liu Qing...

...were also smiling beautifully, their gazes drifting toward Yun Xiancheng from time to time. That affection was so thick it could almost be felt.

Only Yun Yun and Nalan Yanran had slightly odd expressions. ”You’re back? Was the assessment successful?”

Nalan Yanran was the first to notice Xiao Yan and the other at the door. She waved with a smile, breaking the strange atmosphere in the living room. ”Mm, I passed successfully!”

Xiao Yan immediately threw her doubts to the back of her mind, a brilliant smile blooming on her face again.

She quickly walked over to sit beside Yun Yun and Nalan Yanran, excitedly sharing her experiences from the day.

”You guys didn’t see it! During the assessment today, there was a guy who was particularly arrogant. Seeing how young I am, he kept mocking me with snide remarks, saying I must be from some small family here just to get some prestige!”

Xiao Yan described it vividly, becoming even more animated as she reached the part she was proud of.

”And guess what? That guy used all his strength and barely managed to refine a sixth-grade medicinal pill, and his cauldron even exploded several times. As for me? I casually refined a perfect quality Seventh-Rank Mid-Grade Pill and slapped his face right then and there! Haha, that expression of his was so satisfying!”

Hearing her description, the Young ladies couldn’t help but giggle, and the atmosphere in the living room became relaxed and cheerful. After hearing this, Nalan Yanran gave Yun Xiancheng a mischievous look and sighed.

”Speaking of which, it seems Senior Brother has never encountered such a situation. Those blind fools only need to take one look at Senior Brother and they’d want to kneel down and worship him on the spot. How would they dare to come and provoke him? This kind of opportunity to play the pig to eat the tiger and slap someone’s face... Senior Brother probably won’t get to experience it in his whole life.”

Her words drew a round of good-natured laughter. Yun Xiancheng also shook his head helplessly, picking up his teacup to hide the smile at the corner of his mouth. Yun Yun didn’t join in their laughter; her elegant and beautiful phoenix eyes...

...just quietly gazed at Xuan Yi, who was sitting very close to Yun Xiancheng, almost touching him. Although Xuan Yi appeared a bit flustered right now because of Yao Chan’s ”accusations,”

Yun Yun still keenly captured the overflowing maternal love and doting in her eyes whenever she looked at Yun Xiancheng. That wasn’t the appreciation for the descendant of an old friend, nor was it the high regard for a genius Alchemist.

It was a kind of... a gaze that had completely regarded the other party as her own possession, as her heart’s blood.

”Although I know Xiancheng is extraordinarily charming and has a fatal attraction for women of any age...”

Yun Yun thought to herself, ”But isn’t this progress a bit too fast? This is only the first day they’ve met!”

”Even with the relationship with Yao Chan, a giant of the Pill Tower shouldn’t have... gotten this close so quickly, right?” Although Yun Yun hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, a woman’s intuition told her...

Without him knowing, something unusual must have happened between Yun Xiancheng and this charming, graceful Pill Tower Giant. Hmm. What exactly happened? It’s... so easy to guess.

An absurd and bold thought uncontrollably sprouted from the bottom of her heart, causing a faint blush to quietly stain her dignified and beautiful cheeks. She hurriedly shook her head, forcibly suppressing these unseemly wild thoughts, ”Alright, alright, stop messing around.”

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Yun Xiancheng finally put down his teacup and lightly clapped his hands, drawing everyone’s attention.

“Since Xiao Yan and Xinlan are back, let’s talk about business.” As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the living room instantly became serious.

Everyone knew that the ”business” he spoke of referred to the grand plan for Yao Chan’s resurrection.

“Now, with the help of the Pill Tower, collecting the natural treasures needed to resurrect Teacher has become much simpler.” Yun Xiancheng’s gaze swept across everyone, his voice steady and powerful.

“Furthermore, Senior Xuan Yi has also promised to personally step in and refine that crucial Eighth Grade Pill for Teacher—the Bone-Growing Blood-Fusing Pill.”

Upon hearing this, joyful expressions appeared on all the Young ladies’ faces.

Grade 8 Alchemists are as rare as phoenix feathers or unicorn horns across the entire Fighting Qi Continent.

With Xuan Yi, a Pill Tower Giant, personally handling it, Yao Chan’s resurrection was undoubtedly a done deal. “And most importantly,” Yun Xiancheng looked toward Yao Chan.

“Thanks to Fenger’s meticulous protection, Teacher’s remains are still perfectly preserved. It can be said that everything is ready, and we only lack the final catalyst.”

Hearing this news, even Yao Chan, who was currently throwing a tantrum, couldn’t help but have her small soul body tremble slightly. She floated to the center of the living room and remained silent for a moment.

Resurrection—this goal she had once dreamed of and was willing to achieve at any cost—was now within reach, practically handed to her.

She should have been ecstatic, she should have been incredibly excited. However, at this moment, an indescribably complex emotion welled up in her heart. She had grown accustomed to accompanying Yun Xiancheng day and night in her soul body form.

She was used to sleeping peacefully in his vast sea of consciousness and used to the seamless soul communication with him.

If she truly resurrected and had her own body, would all of this never happen again? Her gaze involuntarily fell upon Xiao Yan.

Now, in this boy’s sea of consciousness, only Xiaoer and I are left.

If I leave too, leaving Xiaoer alone... won’t she be too lonely?

A thought quietly took shape in her mind. “Ahem!”

Yao Chan cleared her throat, reassuming her dignified appearance as a teacher, and spoke:

“In that case, it’s settled. However... for the refining of the Bone-Growing Blood-Fusing Pill, I hope Xiao Yan can take the lead.” “What?”

Xiao Yan was stunned upon hearing this and hurriedly waved her hands.

“Master, how can that be! That’s an Eighth Grade Pill! I... I’m still only a Seventh-Rank Alchemist, and my experience is shallow. For such an important matter, I’m afraid—”

“Afraid of what!”

Yao Chan’s eyes widened, interrupting her.

“If I tell you to refine it, you refine it! Just consider it the final cultivation assignment I’ve arranged for you! It just so happens that you’ll be participating in this Pill Gathering; refine this Eighth Grade Pill during the competition to take the championship.”

Hearing her words, everyone understood her intention. It was called training, but in reality, it was reluctance to part. They exchanged glances and none spoke out in opposition.

Xuan Yi understood even more clearly. She looked at Xiao Yan tenderly, nodded, and smiled:

“Chan’er is right. Xiao Yan, just go ahead and do it; I’ll be there for everything. Furthermore, taking advantage of this Pill Gathering, I have another matter to entrust to you.”

The smile on her face faded slightly, and her expression became solemn.

“According to our Pill Tower’s observations, the Three Thousand Burning Flame sealed within the Star Region has shown increasingly violent energy fluctuations recently. I’m afraid it won’t be long before it breaks the seal. The Hall of Souls has also been coveting it for a long time.”

Three Thousand Burning Flame!

As soon as this name was mentioned, a chorus of gasps sounded in the living room. That was a terrifying existence ranked ninth on the strange fire ranking list!

Xuan Yi’s gaze locked onto Xiao Yan, her tone filled with expectation.

“So, Xiao Yan, your task is to take the championship at this Pill Gathering! Then, as the champion, enter the Star Region rightfully—”

“And subdue the Three Thousand Burning Flame!”

Xiao Yan felt an unprecedented, immense pressure, like a mountain, weighing heavily on her shoulders. She subconsciously bit her finger and began to calculate.

Yun Xiancheng said this was his final ”parting gift” to the Ye Clan, and things must be finished properly, so this matter still required her, a Seventh-Rank Alchemist, to step out.

Then, she had to refine the Eighth Grade resurrection pill that concerned her master’s life.

Finally, she had to suppress all the geniuses at the star-studded Pill Gathering, win the championship, and then challenge the legendary Three Thousand Burning Flame... How... how did it feel like she suddenly became the busiest person?

Xiao Yan wailed inwardly. She subconsciously looked up, her gaze resentful as she looked at the culprit sitting leisurely on the sofa. She saw Yun Xiancheng enjoying domestic bliss: on his left was the obedient Tang Huo’er feeding him fruit,

behind him was Zi Yan gently kneading his shoulders, and he was surrounded by beauties like Han Xue, Han Yue, Liu Fei, and Liu Qing.

Their gazes followed him without a moment’s pause, like the warmest spring sunshine. Senior Brother... he’s so comfortable!

An indescribable feeling of jealousy instantly surged from the bottom of Xiao Yan’s heart, burning fiercely!

Why was she here under mountain-like pressure and busy to the point of exhaustion, while he was there with his arms around women, enjoying a tender paradise? No! It’s not fair!

Tonight! Tonight I must participate in the Bed-service! I must drain him dry! Xiao Yan clenched her fists and thought fiercely to herself.

462 Xuan Yi Stealthily Learning

After the matters of the Pill Gathering were settled that day, time slipped away like sand through fingers. Less than two months remained until that much-anticipated grand alchemy ceremony.

Xiao Yan, knowing the weight of the burden on her shoulders, bid everyone farewell almost on the second day.

She dove into the quiet room specially prepared for her by Xuan Yi and began her secluded cultivation with undivided attention. Yun Xiancheng and his group naturally settled down within the Pill Tower.

Under the pretext of ”convenience in guiding the junior’s alchemy,” Xuan Yi settled them in an extremely quiet, elegant, and spiritually rich independent courtyard.

Inside were pavilions, towers, and winding streams—everything was provided. The Beauty of the environment and the grandness of the treatment were things even some elders within the Pill Tower had never enjoyed.

In this way, Xuan Yi had more—and more legitimate—opportunities to ”observe” her ”dear grandson” who occupied her thoughts.

During the day, Yun Xiancheng was mostly quite ”well-behaved,” either guiding the ladies’ cultivation in the courtyard or sparring with them in Dou Techniques;

or holding an ancient book, sitting quietly under the pavilion sipping tea. That transcendent, immortal-like temperament

always left the secretly watching Xuan Yi entranced, and the emotion named ”affection” in her heart became increasingly uncontrollable. However, once night fell, this quiet courtyard would quietly stage a completely different kind of vivid sensuality.

For Yun Xiancheng and the ladies, Bed-service had long since integrated into their daily lives, as natural as breathing. Tonight, the ones on duty were the sister duo, Han Yue and Han Xue.

The moonlight was like water, spilling a mottled silver frost onto the soft carpet through the carved windows. In the bedroom, red candles burned high, warm jade gave off mist, and the air was filled with a sweet and ambiguous scent.

Yun Xiancheng leaned against the headboard, a silk robe loosely draped over him, revealing a large area of his firm and smooth-lined chest. In his hand, he was playing with Han Xue’s waterfall-like black hair, his fingers entwined in it, unable to let go.

And beneath him, Han Yue was kneeling before him in an extremely shameful posture. “Mmm... Husband...”