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

13: Section 13021 Sentimental Wine Drunkening the Heart, Drunkenly Embracing Beauties

Amber liquid rippled in the glaze cup, reflecting the rouge at the corners of Ya Fei’s eyes.

Amidst the crisp sound of Yun Xiancheng’s fingertips tapping on the table, she tilted her neck and drained the cup, letting the burning current sear down her throat to her heart. She was looking at her lovely younger brother, the one she had yearned for day and night.

She saw her younger brother with his left arm around Nalan Yanran and his right hand being wiped in Xiao Mei’s palm. Embracing beauties on both sides, how comfortable!

A faint jealousy rose from her heart to her eyes, forming a thin mist. ”Ding—”

The light clink of silver against a porcelain dish broke the silence.

Ya Fei lowered her eyes to look at her fingertips stained with balsam; she couldn’t even use the utensils properly anymore. This Drunken Immortal Brew was truly intoxicating.

Raising her eyes again, she looked at Yun Xiancheng with a girl on each arm.

She clearly saw Yun Xiancheng smiling. That smile was like a March stream flowing over green stones, flowing over the childish words he spoke at ten when he held her sleeve and said he would marry her, and flowing over the cloud-patterned tassels hanging from the jade pendant at his waist when they reunited at twenty.

Thus, she understood.

Ya Fei knew very well that the little child from back then could never belong to her alone.

He was the Young Sect Master of the Cloud Mist Sect, having condensed a qi cyclone at twelve. Meeting him now at fourteen, judging by the fluctuations of his aura, he seemed to already be a Dou Master. He was a genius, and by this genius’s side, there was also a childhood friend.

They of the Cloud Mist Sect accompanied each other day and night, their feelings deep, almost like a fated celestial couple.

If he were a devoted man, Ya Fei wouldn’t have any chance. But she had remained chaste until now precisely because of those few promises Yun Xiancheng made as a child.

Seeing Yun Xiancheng again, he still remembered her. That was good. ”Sister Ya Fei?”

The youth’s clear and melodious voice made her eyelashes tremble.

Nalan Yanran was leaning against his shoulder, her apricot-colored dress spread out like a peony, while Xiao Mei’s kneeling posture was like that of an obedient cat. The white jade on Ya Fei’s chest was currently pressing heavily against her peaks.

She was a bit annoyed; she had only intended to play hard to get, but now it had turned into a giant boulder, pressing down on her uncomfortably. ”This wine...”

Her voice trailed off with a lilt as her fingertips brushed over her collarbone. ”Could it be... mixed with something?” Her eyes darted, catching a glimpse of the youth’s Adam’s apple twitching slightly, and she suddenly felt a sense of gratification.

The toddler who used to look up and call her sister had now grown to be as beautiful as a painting. Like a banished immortal descending to the mortal realm, why should she enjoy such a handsome person all by herself? [Ya Fei’s Favorability +10, Current Favorability 55/100]

As the favorability notification flashed before his eyes, Yun Xiancheng knew that the Drunken Immortal Brew had done its work. Yan Ran and Xiao Mei were also drunk.

”This wine has a bit of sweetness... but why does it feel like I’m drunk yet awake?”

Nalan Yanran had slumped onto Yun Xiancheng’s shoulder at some point. ”Is this also Senior Brother’s way of playing? My lower abdomen feels warm.” She suddenly gave a mischievous smile.

”What a perverted Senior Brother.”

The reason her lower abdomen was warm was likely the spiritual energy of the wine, because mine is warm too.

The system didn’t say this wine had aphrodisiac effects.

Yan Ran was framing her good Senior Brother again. Yun Xiancheng rubbed Yan Ran’s face and said, ”This wine can accelerate cultivation.”

But his explanation didn’t seem to be accepted by the other Young ladies.

Yan Ran caught his hand as he tried to pull it back, guiding it to her hot cheek. ”You said it accelerates cultivation, so why is the spiritual energy rushing to strange places?” Xiao Mei suddenly bit his other finger. As the girl’s pink tongue curled over his fingertip...

Yun Xiancheng felt a pair of massive objects against the top of his head—Ya Fei’s cloud shoulder-wrap had brushed past his nape, her hands wrapping around his neck from behind. ”Little brother, what a clever calculation.”

Ya Fei’s breath was like orchids, two divine peaks of her chest pressing against the youth’s head. ”Three cups of wine to exchange for three sincere hearts?”

At this moment, Yun Xiancheng knew he was in trouble; these three wouldn’t listen to his explanation. Or rather—was the system faking it?

[Slandering the system is prohibited. The Drunken Immortal Brew indeed only has the function of increasing favorability, but it is normal for girls to become bolder when they are half-drunk and half-awake.]

[The warm current in the lower abdomen is also just a coincidence of spiritual energy gathering. Please rest assured, host.] So that’s how it is... No, isn’t this still an intentional misconception?

In a sense, it was achieved—half-drunk plus a hot lower abdomen, any normal person would misunderstand. Fine, fine, playing it like this, are we?

”However... Sister doesn’t dislike it.” Ya Fei laughed softly at this point.

”On the contrary, Sister is very angry. The innocent little toddler from back then has now become a perverted wolf with a girl on each arm.”

”That’s because I don’t want to let go of any of the beauties by my side,” Yun Xiancheng said frankly.

”Everyone living together with me in a big house, in harmony every day—I think that’s better than leaving someone alone in an empty room.”

Hearing such words, Ya Fei didn’t speak. Xiao Mei deeply resonated.

Her tongue licked clean the saliva stuck to Yun Xiancheng’s finger, then she spoke, ”Brother is willing to accept Mei’er as family; Mei’er feels very happy.”

Hearing this, Ya Fei leaned down and hugged Yun Xiancheng from behind. ”Really?”

she asked softly, her trembling voice revealing her chaotic state of mind.

”Of course, Sister Ya Fei, I want you to stay by my side forever and ever starting from today.” ”Hmph, sweet words.”

Ya Fei’s face reddened slightly, not showing any reaction to Yun Xiancheng’s sweet talk.

”That’s right, Senior Brother is always comforting me with sweet words, and after comforting me, his eyes are always staring at other sisters.” Nalan Yanran was a bit drunk; she seemed clearly unable to handle her liquor.

”Senior Brother never hides his intention to have a Harem. Having heard it so much, I’ve gotten used to it.”

”A person with Senior Brother’s talent will surely achieve more than us. He has better opportunities and will see a bigger world. If he focused solely on cultivation, we would have been from different worlds long ago... If he were a heartless man, Yan Ran could only watch from below the stage as he married a stranger... and even if Yan Ran stayed in an empty room for her whole life, she wouldn’t get a single glance from him until death.”

”Thinking about it now, it’s actually no big deal. With a few more sisters, we can form a big family together.” She proudly hugged Yun Xiancheng and continued slurring her words.

”Mhm-hmm, as Senior Brother’s first woman, I am very generous. Sister Ya Fei, I’ve seen Senior Brother staring at you for a long time. His eyes don’t lie; he just wants you to be part of our family.”

Ya Fei looked at the half-drunk Nalan Yanran in Yun Xiancheng’s arms.

Unexpectedly, this Young Sect Master of the Cloud Mist Sect, the rumored arrogant miss of the Nalan family, actually thought this way. What a broad-minded woman.

She quickly understood Nalan Yanran’s thoughts.

She agreed with this view. ”Sister?”

Yun Xiancheng looked up, a hand reaching for Ya Fei’s face. Ya Fei was no longer as frivolous as before. She was thinking.

The warm current in the lower abdomen was indeed just a warm current, not some special drug.

However, she was indeed a bit drunk now, but this drunkenness didn’t affect her mind. ”Xiancheng, it’s good that you have a wife like Yan Ran.”

Ya Fei spoke, then suddenly blocked Yun Xiancheng’s mouth. She kissed Yun Xiancheng clumsily.

While Yun Xiancheng taught her, their tongues intertwined.

After a while, the two slowly separated. Ya Fei’s eyes were filled with the waters of spring.

”Since you’ve entrusted your lives to me... then my shoulders will definitely carry your lives, never letting go.”

Yun Xiancheng said this, one hand gently resting on Yan Ran, who had fallen asleep at some point. ”What, you’re carrying this entire Harem on your shoulders?”

Ya Fei hugged the youth’s thin fourteen-year-old body, her heart aching for him.

”This is the responsibility a Harem master should fulfill.” ”Then Xiancheng, you must love us.”

Ya Fei said this. ”I love you all,” the youth replied.

A mist filled Ya Fei’s eyes. The cute toddler from back then and the mature, handsome man had already overlapped. [Ya Fei’s Favorability +10, Current Favorability 65/100]

022 Ya Fei’s Little Mouth

When the moonlight softly fell on Yan Ran’s closed eyes, she peacefully entered a sweet dream.

Her thick, crow-feather-like eyelashes reflected light in the moonlight, like the first melting snowflakes of winter, pure and fragile. ”Senior Brother, I want to be the Empress...” The girl seemed to be having a beautiful dream of being the mistress of the Harem.

But somehow, Yun Yun, wearing a wedding dress, was married into the family by Yun Xiancheng. Seeing the bossy Yan Ran, she pinched her ears and told her to cultivate well. Even in her own dream, Yan Ran didn’t dare to snap at Yun Yun.

In the side hall across a bead curtain, Xiao Mei was on her tiptoes, carefully adding a piece of Calming Incense to the incense burner. Wisps of blue smoke rose and diffused in the air, bringing a sense of peace and harmony.

She turned gracefully and gave Ya Fei a sweet and cunning smile. ”Sister Ya Fei, let me teach you.”

Then, Xiao Mei used her slender, white fingers to pinch Yun Xiancheng’s exquisite silver spoon, gently licking some honey that was as crystal clear as amber.

Then, she lightly tapped the edge of the crystal-clear glaze cup twice, producing a crisp and pleasant sound, like a clear spring flowing in a mountain valley, making one’s mind feel delighted.

”Sister’s tongue should curl like this—”

As she spoke, she stuck out her pink tongue like a naughty kitten as a demonstration.

She gently licked the thick, sweet syrup off Yun Xiancheng’s silver spoon. Her movements were gentle and charming, full of temptation, making one unable to resist wanting to steal a kiss.

The tips of Ya Fei’s ears instantly turned so red they almost bled, as vivid and dripping as a blooming red rose.

The bandeau on her chest, embroidered with exquisite peonies, also rose and fell violently with her rapid breathing, like surging waves, inviting imagination.

She imitated the girl’s manner, leaning down slightly, wanting to taste that sweet flavor.

She wiped away the excess honey from Yun Xiancheng’s silver spoon. She liked her Chenger and didn’t want to feel anyone else’s breath but his.

Unexpectedly, the white jade on her chest got caught on the tassel hanging from Yun Xiancheng’s waist onto his leg. Seeing this, the youth reached out with a low laugh, his fingertips intentionally straightening the white jade before resting between the peaks.

Having remained chaste for many years, she couldn’t fully shift her mindset for a moment. Although her heart was full of desire, she still couldn’t accept offering her body. However—just the mouth seemed like it might be okay?

Yun Xiancheng was in no hurry; after all, life was long, and there was plenty of time to taste slowly.

Besides, there were plenty of other places on Ya Fei’s body where he could do something first to slightly alleviate the restlessness in his heart. His gaze fell upon those two towering peaks on Ya Fei’s chest.

Those two peaks stood tall, like two ripe peaches, ready to burst forth.

He reached out, gently stroking the soft edges of those peaks, like a man of letters arriving before Tongguan Pass, lamenting and praising: ”The peaks gather like clouds, the waves rage like anger.”

Of course, Yun Xiancheng had lamented over Ya Fei several times; this wasn’t the first.

Like a dragonfly skimming the water, he touched her almost imperceptibly. Every slight touch was like a feather, gently plucking at Ya Fei’s sensitive heartstrings.

Causing her heart to race and her breathing to become rapid, as some faint sounds began to escape uncontrollably from her throat. [Data deleted: 200 words]

Feeling that sweet taste spread in Ya Fei’s mouth, full of the breath of youth, making one’s heart sway. The Beauty moved her throat and swallowed the youth in one gulp.

Seeing this, Xiao Mei also crowded around impatiently. On the left and right, the two beautiful girls both looked at Yun Xiancheng with a hint of shyness in their eyes.

Their gazes were fixed tightly on Yun Xiancheng.

They both bit the silver spoon at the same time, using their soft tongues to swallow the crystal-clear syrup on the silver spoon, full of the breath of youth.

For a moment, the entire room was filled with a sweet scent and an alluring fragrance, making one’s heart sway as if in a dream full of sweetness and temptation.

When the dawn light gently pierced through the light gauze curtains, casting mottled shadows in the room.

Nalan Yanran, like a lazy cat, quietly opened those eyes as bright as stars amidst the brocade quilts.

At the end of her dream, she held her Master’s hand and walked into Xiancheng’s bedroom together. And then, there was no then.

Perhaps she hadn’t accumulated enough material.

That intoxicating warmth from last night seemed to still linger in the marrow of her bones.

She couldn’t help but rest her smooth chin on her folded hands, quietly observing the scene beside her: Xiao Mei’s crow-feather-like hair cascaded like a waterfall by the pillow.

A few strands of hair playfully brushed against Yun Xiancheng’s cheek, while her jade-like arms were neatly stacked on Yun Xiancheng’s arm, looking well-behaved and quiet.

Ya Fei’s crimson dress was spread out at a corner of the bed, like a brilliant ray of sunset.

Her slender fingers tightly gripped half of Yun Xiancheng’s hem, as if afraid he would suddenly vanish.

This happy scene of sharing a large bed was warm and beautiful, but for some reason, it made Nalan Yanran feel a bit out of place, like an outsider.

”After getting drunk last night, they must have done something intimate with Senior Brother, right?”

The girl thought to herself, a trace of bitterness inevitably rising. Why was she so unable to handle her liquor and accidentally got drunk?

She carefully held her breath and propped herself up slightly. Her long hair, as smooth as silk, gently brushed past Yun Xiancheng’s neck, bringing a ticklish sensation.

She extended her jade-like fingertip, hovering half an inch above his Adam’s apple, hesitating for a moment before she finally couldn’t resist.

Like a little mouse stealing lamp oil, the girl gently pressed her nose against his smooth jawline, greedily sniffing the familiar and reassuring scent on him.

However, just then, she suddenly felt a burning arm wrap around her waist, scaring her into a cry. She almost hit the carved bed rail. Looking closely, it turned out that Yun Xiancheng had rolled over in his sleep, and his palm happened to land squarely on her soft waist.

Immediately after, a warm breath suddenly brushed past her sensitive earlobe, making Nalan Yanran tremble all over, her back instantly tensing like a fully drawn bow.

Yun Xiancheng still had his eyes closed, but a light smile played on the corners of his mouth.

His thumb also began to gently rub the soft flesh of her waist with a hint of ambiguity. ”Are you coming to bother me this early?”