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

80: Section 80The body is over there... then... how am I... seeing this scene now?

160 A Small Round of Killing

”Dou... Dou Wang!!!”

The surrounding mercenaries who were lucky enough to survive finally saw the appearance of the newcomers clearly!

In mid-air, a white-clothed youth with a face as calm as water and eyes as cold as ten-thousand-year-old ice was slowly spreading a pair of shimmering cloud wings. A faint green sword glow still lingered on the longsword in his hand!

Beside him was a stunningly beautiful girl who also possessed purple wings. Her eyes were blood-red, and her entire body radiated a violent murderous aura, like a Shura crawling out of hell!

It was just a seemingly casual sweep of green sword qi!

Their leader, whose strength had reached the level of a Great Dou Master and who usually acted like a tyrant, had already... lost his head! He didn’t even have the slightest bit of power to resist!

What... what kind of terrifying power gap is this?! It must be a Dou Master who has come to kill!

At the same time, two other figures also radiating terrifying auras appeared around the base like ghosts. Majestic Dou Qi instantly erupted,

forming a massive energy shield that completely sealed off the entire Sand Mercenary Group base!

Clearly, they were determined to... exterminate everyone here! Leave no one alive! ”Hmph, a bunch of ant-like curs, you dare... ruin my mood.”

Yun Xiancheng’s cold gaze, as if looking at dead objects, glanced at the decapitated leader of the Sand Mercenary Group, and then fell upon the two Mo Family youths who were already pale with fright and shaking like sieves.

”From the Mo Family?”

One of the two youths’ pupils dilated slightly, clearly frightened, but he was very shrewd and said, ”No!”

Yun Xiancheng had come looking for answers he already knew, so why would he care how they replied? He didn’t bother to look at these two ants again.

He turned his head and looked tenderly at Xiao Yan beside him, whose eyes were blood-red and who radiated a heaven-shaking murderous intent. His voice was gentle yet carried a sense of finality:

”Yaner, do it.” ”Kill them.”

”After killing them, Senior Brother... will take you to kill even more people.” ”Roar!!!”

Xiao Yan let out a roar from her throat that was suppressed to the extreme, like that of a wounded beast!

She tightly gripped the massive xuan heavy ruler that was extremely disproportionate to her petite body, and the Dou Qi within her circulated frantically!

Green flames, as if they possessed life, instantly rose and spread from the body of the ruler! That was the terrifying high temperature of the Green Lotus Core Flame, capable of incinerating all things!

The next moment, her petite body leaped up, and she held the xuan heavy ruler high above her head, carrying a world-destroying momentum as she slashed down fiercely! Di-rank Dou Technique—Flame Splitting Tsunami Ruler!

Before the ruler even arrived, the terrifying heat and violent energy fluctuations had already caused the air to distort! ”No!!!”

The two Mo Family youths let out screams of utter terror! They desperately channeled all the Dou Qi in their bodies, trying to condense a defensive barrier for a final stand!

However, it was all in vain!

In the face of a Di-rank Dou Technique containing the power of a Heavenly Flame, a mere Great Dou Master level defense was as fragile as paper! ”Boom!!!”

The massive xuan heavy ruler fell without suspense, as if swatting flies!

Accompanied by a dull, massive sound, the two Mo Family youths, along with the ground beneath them, were directly cleaved in two by this violent strike!

The domineering flames of the Green Lotus Core Flame, like maggots on a bone, instantly covered their broken bodies!

The shrill screams lasted for less than a second before coming to an abrupt halt!

In almost the blink of an eye, those two living beings were turned into two handfuls of flying ash by the burning green flames, scattering with the wind as if they had never existed.

”Now it’s your turn.”

Yun Xiancheng’s cold gaze slowly swept over the remaining members of the Sand Mercenary Group who were already scared out of their wits and kneeling for mercy. The longsword in his hand floated up silently, cold light flowing on the blade, radiating a chilling murderous intent.

Regarding the slaughter, neither Yun Xiancheng nor Xiao Yan, who had just personally reduced her enemies to ashes, felt the slightest psychological burden.

As early as the tragic war between the Snake-People Clan and the Meteorite Empire, they had grown accustomed to mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the lives they had personally ended were countless. At this moment, facing these accomplices who indirectly caused the tragic deaths of the Xiao brothers, there was only cold killing intent in their hearts!

The next moment, the brilliant green sword light and the violent green Heavenly Flame, like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, intertwined and shone within this base that had already been stained red with blood!

Wherever the sword light passed, heads rolled! Wherever the Heavenly Flame reached, wails filled the air!

Pleas for mercy, screams, and cries... rose and fell one after another, only to be quickly extinguished.

Before long, this base, which had just been filled with revelry and noise, became completely silent. All that remained were... corpses everywhere and... a thick, inseparable smell of blood.

Yun Xiancheng’s wrist shook slightly, and the longsword emitted a clear, crisp ring. The few drops of blood stained on the blade seemed to possess life, floating up into the air and then slowly dripping down like red raindrops, merging into the dark red earth beneath his feet.

His gaze swept calmly and indifferently over the Shura hell-like scene before him, without the slightest ripple of emotion.

Killing, to him, had long since become as common as chopping melons and vegetables. ”Blood debts must... be paid in blood.”

He said indifferently, his voice devoid of any emotion.

Beside him, Xiao Yan’s face appeared somewhat pale due to the excessive consumption of Dou Qi, but those blood-red eyes still burned with the raging fire of revenge.

She looked at Yun Xiancheng and asked in a hoarse voice, ”Senior Brother, that Mo Family... what exactly is their background?”

”Just a second-rate family in the Northeastern Province of the Jia Ma Empire,” Yun Xiancheng explained in a flat tone. ”There seem to be a few Dou Ling elders presiding over the clan, so they have some influence locally.”

”Those two young men were direct descendants of the Mo Family. Clearly, it was the Mo Family backing and instigating the Sand Mercenary Group to swallow the Mo Tie Mercenary Group, which ultimately led to the tragedy of your eldest and second brothers.”

Yun Xiancheng sighed inwardly. In this world, he had clearly kept Qing Lin by his side, changing her fate of being targeted by the Mo Family,

yet he didn’t expect the Mo Family to still stretch its dark hand toward the Mo Tie Mercenary Group, ultimately leading to the deaths of Xiao Ding and Xiao Li. Perhaps... this is what they call plot inertia?

Or perhaps... this Mo Family was never anything good and had been coveting the interests of the Mo Tie Mercenary Group for a long time? Regardless.

A family that dared to provoke him and cause the deaths of his nominal ’eldest brother’ and ’second brother’... so deserves to be killed. They should be destroyed!

A mere family with only a Dou Ling presiding over it... can be extinguished with a flick of a finger!

”Mhm.” After hearing Yun Xiancheng’s explanation, the killing intent in Xiao Yan’s eyes grew even stronger. She nodded and said in a cold and firm voice, ”Senior Brother, please take me to kill them!” In a corner not far away, Qing Lin huddled tightly beside Yun Ziyi, her small body still shaking slightly, clearly not yet fully recovered from the massive grief.

Little Lioness Yun Yan reached out her small hand, gently patting her back and comforting her softly.

”Let’s go.”

Yun Ziyi glanced at the murderous Yun Xiancheng and Xiao Yan, then at the two little girls beside her, and spoke indifferently:

”We will go watch them kill.”

161 Seeing Yan Ran Again

The pitter-patter of the rain, like fine silver needles, fell silently, painting a hazy poetic scene upon the ancient stone bridge of Yan City.

Not far from the bridgehead, Yun Ziyi held an elegant oil-paper umbrella, carefully shielding the two petite figures of Little Lioness Yun Yan and Qing Lin beneath it, isolating them from the cool moisture.

She looked up, her purple eyes piercing through the misty rain to look at the two figures walking side by side in the rain—Yun Xiancheng and Xiao Yan. ”Senior Brother,”

Xiao Yan’s voice sounded somewhat low and hoarse against the backdrop of the rain.

”This Mo Family is said to have been able to act so tyrannically in Yan City and develop into its current state by clinging to the prestige of our Cloud Mist Sect.” She paused, her tone carrying a hint of uncertainty and inquiry:

”Since we are the Young Sect Masters of the Cloud Mist Sect... does our coming here also count as cleaning up the sect’s threshold and acting on behalf of heaven?” ”Mhm, if we speak strictly in terms of procedure and name... indeed it is.”

Yun Xiancheng walked in the rain, letting the cool water slide down his cheeks, his voice calm and without ripples:

”If I were to pay a visit in my capacity as the Young Sect Master of Yunlan Sect, that Mo Family head, Mo Cheng, would surely come out to welcome me with the most respectful posture. Similarly, if you or Yan Ran went as the Young Sect Leader, he would behave the same way. Do you believe it?”

Xiao Yan frowned upon hearing this, her eyes filled with confusion:

”In that case... then why did they still... why did they still lay such a murderous hand on my eldest and second brothers? Don’t they... don’t they know that Xiao Ding and Xiao Li are my brothers?”

”Hehe.” Yun Xiancheng gave a light laugh, but the smile carried no warmth. ”In a moment, you will understand.”

He reached out and gently rubbed the girl’s hair, which was wet from the rain and clinging to her cheeks, his tone carrying a hint of profound meaning:

”In the face of naked interests, everything else is pale and powerless.” Mo Cheng wanted to become stronger, but his own talent was insufficient, so he could only resort to underhanded means.

His logic was very simple. To become stronger, he would use any means necessary.

It was only because I kept Qing Lin with me that he didn’t succeed.

The rain from the heavens fell like a bead curtain, shrouding the entire Yan City in a haze.

However, Yun Xiancheng and Xiao Yan, walking in the rain, seemed to have an invisible barrier around them that kept all the rain out, their clothes remaining as dry as before.

At this moment, Yan City was different from the deathly silence of Motie City; instead, it exuded a strange liveliness.

Because today was the seventieth birthday of the City Lord of Yan City and head of the Mo Family—Old Master Mo, Mo Cheng.

This Old Master Mo was usually known in Yan City for being ”charitable.” He had indeed taken out quite a bit of money to build some public facilities for Yan City, accumulating a decent reputation among the local commoners.

Therefore, his birthday banquet was naturally crowded with guests and full of distinguished people. Almost all the prominent figures in the city were present to offer their congratulations, making the scene quite grand. It truly could be described as ”among those who talk and laugh are great scholars, and among those who come and go, there are no unlearned people.”

Yun Xiancheng and Xiao Yan walked side by side near the bridge, about to head to the Mo Residence, when they saw a graceful figure in the hazy rain, holding an oil-paper umbrella painted with elegant orchids, slowly walking toward them from the other end of the bridge.

Raindrops rolled off the edge of the umbrella, splashing small ripples on the bluestone slabs.

It was a girl dressed in a moon-white long dress, with a dignified and elegant temperament and an exquisitely beautiful face. ”Senior Brother? Junior Sister? What a coincidence, you’ve come to Yan City too?”

When Nalan Yanran saw those two familiar figures, a hard-to-conceal surprise and joy instantly blossomed in her cold eyes. After not seeing them for over a year, she was seeing her cherished senior brother and junior sister again.

Her heart was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples. ”Mhm, Yan Ran, long time no see. You’ve come too.”

Yun Xiancheng stopped his pace and gave her a slight nod in the rain as a greeting.

Nalan Yanran was ice-smart and almost immediately noticed something wrong with the expressions of Yun Xiancheng and Xiao Yan—it wasn’t the joy of a long-awaited reunion, but rather a heavy, suppressed... aura of slaughter.

The smile on her face faded slightly, and she asked with concern, ”Senior Brother, Junior Sister, did... something happen?”

”Yaner’s two brothers were harmed by someone,” Yun Xiancheng did not hide it, stating a cruel fact in a flat tone. ”We are here for revenge.”

Nalan Yanran was slightly stunned upon hearing this.

Having grown up in the Cloud Mist Sect and being carefully protected by her master Yun Yun and senior brother Yun Xiancheng, she had almost never experienced such a cruel life-and-death separation, nor could she fully empathize with the sky-reaching hatred in Xiao Yan’s heart at this moment.

However, looking at Xiao Yan’s bloodshot eyes, like those of a wounded beast, and looking at the cold killing intent surging beneath the surface of her senior brother’s calm... that joy of reunion also seemed to be infected by this heavy atmosphere, gradually cooling down and turning into a hint of faint sorrow.

She silently tightened her grip on the longsword at her waist, which symbolized her status as a direct disciple of the Cloud Mist Sect, lowered her head, and walked to Yun Xiancheng’s side. Though her voice was gentle, it carried firmness:

”I will help you.”

Inside the Mo Residence, lanterns were hung and decorations were up, the guests filled the halls, creating a festive and peaceful scene.

However, when the announcement of ”Young Sect Master Yun Xiancheng, Nalan Yanran, and Xiao Yan of the Cloud Mist Sect have arrived” came from outside the residence gates, the atmosphere of the entire Mo Residence changed instantly!

”What?! The Three Young Sect Masters of the Cloud Mist Sect... have actually... actually arrived in person?!”

Mo Cheng, the head of the Mo Family who was still chatting and laughing with the guests, was struck as if by lightning upon hearing this news, so shocked he nearly jumped out of his chair!

The festive smile of the birthday celebrant on his face vanished without a trace, replaced by unbelievable shock and... a hint of hard-to-detect panic!

”Quick! Quick, follow me out to welcome them!!”

Old Master Mo almost scrambled out of the banquet hall, personally leading a group of direct Mo Family descendants to the front gates at the fastest speed to await their arrival.

When he saw those three young men and women with extraordinary temperaments, appearing like celestial beings, slowly walking out of the rain,

Mo Cheng hurriedly put on an incomparably humble, incomparably respectful, and even somewhat fawning smile, bowing deeply as his voice trembled slightly:

”Oh my! I didn’t know the Three Young Sect Masters would grace us with your presence. This old man failed to welcome you from afar, my sin! My sin indeed!” ”The Young Sect Leaders’ personal arrival truly makes my small Mo Residence... shine with brilliance! Shine with great splendor!”

His extremely attentive manner, as if he couldn’t wait to lower his posture to the ground, would make an uninformed person think that this Old Master Mo was truly the most loyal and reliable ”faithful servant” of the Cloud Mist Sect!

162 Full of Distinguished Guests?

”Please! Three Young Sect Masters, please take the seats of honor!”

Mo Cheng personally led the way, inviting Yun Xiancheng and the other two to the most prestigious seats in the banquet hall.

At this birthday banquet of the Old Master Mo, the most prominent figures were not him, the birthday celebrant, but rather these three young ”distinguished guests” from the Cloud Mist Sect. Mo Cheng himself could only occupy a lower seat.

Yun Xiancheng took the seat of honor in the center without any hesitation.

Nalan Yanran and Xiao Yan, like two twin lotuses, sat on his left and right sides respectively.

The two of them, with great tacit understanding, each reached out a hand and gently held Yun Xiancheng’s hands, silently demonstrating their extraordinary intimacy to everyone present.

As for Yun Ziyi, Yun Yan, and Qing Lin, they did not follow along.