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

103: Section 103He had never imagined that he would develop such a deep bond with magical beasts.

Moreover, both of his masters thought he was a ”beast-lover,” which made him feel very wronged.

He had always only liked cute and beautiful young girls.

Flashes of memory crossed his mind: the Little Lion’s first transformation, her cute appearance as she nestled obediently in his arms, filled with the innocence of a child.

He also recalled the Big Lion’s first transformation, leaning lazily on her hand, those purple eyes gazing at him with a mature charm.

”Refining gold pills in Blackrock City.”

The theme of Blackrock City was alchemy.

There, Yun Xiancheng and the Medicine Lady experienced a fusion of their souls, a wondrous and profound connection.

He also slightly ”taught a lesson” to the Medicine Lady, making her reveal that shy expression, carrying a hint of an elder’s helplessness and a younger generation’s mischief.

Moreover, at the local Alchemist Guild, he had encountered an unexpected ”little fan,” whose look of worship made him feel a touch of novelty.

Yun Xiancheng’s sword move was a ”flick,” the tip of the sword flicking lightly.

The moment it struck, a faint pill fragrance wafted out, permeating the light.

The pill fragrance scattered and fed back into Yun Xiancheng’s body, making him feel a wave of comfort.

This move actually had a certain feedback effect, giving him the surplus energy to continue executing the next sword strike.

This could serve as a connecting move within a set of sword techniques, rapidly stacking the power of the Dou Technique, making the sword dance smoother and more coherent.

”Vast desert sands transform into snake form.”

This sword move contained his experiences in the desert.

That vast and mysterious land was full of dangers and opportunities.

Of course, the most important part was the stories with those beautiful snake-women.

The earliest was little Qing Lin.

As his maid, after experiencing adventures, she had taken the initiative to propose joining his big family.

Yun Xiancheng loved such proactive young girls the most; that pure attachment warmed his heart.

A cyan snake-shaped Dou Qi coiled around his arm, agile and swift.

Next was Yue Mei.

This snake-woman and he could be considered to have become acquainted through conflict.

During his time at the Snake-People Tribe, he had troubled her many times, which also left a deep impression on him.

Although it was also related to the fact that she was completely unable to defeat the Heavenly Lion.

A pale red snake-shaped Dou Qi rested on his shoulder, carrying a hint of allure.

As the personal guard of Medusa, Hua She Er had always been very simple and didn’t know much about the affairs between men and women, appearing somewhat ignorant.

However, when serving him together with Yue Mei, she was still very diligent and serious; that serious appearance made him feel pity and affection.

A small grey snake-shaped Dou Qi coiled around Yun Xiancheng’s wrist, appearing somewhat reserved.

”What are you looking at?”

Cai Lin, who was watching the show from the side, felt a hint of something wrong.

She could feel that in this Dou Technique Yun Xiancheng was demonstrating, there seemed to be a portion of her own power, even carrying her unique soul aura.

Yet, she clearly hadn’t done anything.

But then she saw a seven-colored small snake-shaped Dou Qi resting on Yun Xiancheng’s head, looking half happy and half proud, as if declaring its existence.

This sword move was a ”hack,” carrying a momentum as heavy as a mountain, as if intending to cleave through all obstacles.

”It has reached Earth Rank Intermediate.”

Yun Xiancheng rejoiced in his heart, realizing that the power of this sword move was already several points stronger than the previous ones.

This set of sword dances was constantly sublimating along with his memories and insights.

His enlightenment had not yet ended.

He swung his sword again.

This time, it seemed to condense the remaining strength of all previous sword moves.

Through the sword light, the scenery of Jia Ma Imperial City and Yun Lan Mountain drifted by—that was the place where he grew up, and also the place he cared about most deeply.

At the same time, the figures of Heavenly Moon, Yao Ye, and his masters and junior sisters flashed by; they were an indispensable part of his life.

”Sword emerges from Cloud Mist, sweeping through Jia Ma!”

The final sword move seemed to be the sublimation of all previous sword moves, merging all memories and emotions into it.

The sword light soared into the sky, its power instantly skyrocketing, reaching the level of an Earth Rank Advanced technique.

Cai Lin had watched Yun Xiancheng perform this entire sword dance from start to finish.

She had never seen such a unique Dou Technique that could incorporate past experiences into it, one move after another, from an Earth Rank Primary Dou Technique, stacking step by step, until finally, it reached the level of an Earth Rank Advanced Dou Technique.

”This youth.”

Cai Lin exclaimed in her heart.

Subsequently, she snorted with half-annoyance: ”He must have done it on purpose for me to see! He is so handsome, and this sword dance is also so beautiful; is he trying to stack the two together to conquer me?”

”Hmph, this level of favor-currying is useless.”

She thought this in her heart, but her face remained calm, though those beautiful eyes could never move away from Yun Xiancheng.

Yun Xiancheng actually didn’t have that many thoughts; he was currently completely immersed in the sword dance Dou Technique he had created, feeling very satisfied.

This set of sword dances was not only a manifestation of his strength but also a microcosm of his past life.

”This set shall be the Yunlan Sword Dance,” Yun Xiancheng pondered.

”If I can complete the entire set, it will be an Earth Rank Advanced Dou Technique. At the current stage, it is sufficient.”

Just as small sword moves could be incorporated into the sword dance, if he gained new insights into sword dances in the future, they could be compiled into a larger system of great sword dances.

By then, it would likely be a Heaven Rank Dou Skill.

This set of sword dances had infinite growth potential.

He sheathed his sword, looked at Cai Lin on the side, reached out his hand, and smiled: ”Sorry to keep you waiting, let’s go.”

Cai Lin looked at his outstretched hand, her heart stirred slightly, and that tsundere-like pride and toughness seemed to soften a bit at this moment.

Finally, she nodded gently, took his hand, and let him lead her toward the next light tunnel.

Yun Xiancheng vaguely saw a figure looking at him with tenderness; that gaze was full of love and expectation, but he could not see the specific appearance.

Immediately after, as if waking from a great dream, he opened his eyes abruptly.

What met his eyes was Yun Lan Mountain, shrouded in thick black mist.

”Hehehe, are you still making a futile resistance?”

A creepy, strange laugh came to his ears; the voice was cold and evil, and one could tell immediately that it was not a good person.

Looking closely, he saw two strange figures in black robes laughing wildly.

The cold aura emanating from them, as well as those iconic black robes, made it clear at a glance that they were people from the Hall of Souls.

They stood high in the sky, using black mist and chains to continuously attack Green Savage and Ying.

The two women were struggling to defend against the attacks, their bodies already bearing wounds; they looked unable to counterattack, but there were no signs of them being defeated.

It could only be said that under various enhancements, they were able to withstand four or Five-Star Dou Zong for a long time without falling behind with their One-star Dou Zong strength, which already far surpassed their peers.

Yun Xiancheng appearing out of thin air naturally shocked everyone present.

His appearance was so abrupt, as if stepping out of the void, carrying an aura that transcended the mortal world.

”Xiancheng!?”

Yun Yun, Yun Ziyi, Green Savage, Ying, and in the distance, Xiao Yan, Nalan Yanran, and Linger, seeing him appear, instantly showed expressions of mixed surprise and joy.

That joy of recovering what was lost diluted the tension and pain of the battle.

But the battle was urgent, allowing no time for reminiscing.

His figure flashed, standing atop the illusory South Heaven Gate, like a god descending, overlooking the battlefield below.

”What Dou Technique is this?”

The two Dou Zong protectors of the Hall of Souls, feeling the ”Cloud Above Heavenly Palace” executed by Yun Xiancheng, were slightly stunned at first.

This type of Dou Technique was something they were seeing for the first time; they were unclear about its reality and effects, and could not sense the source of its power.

This sea of clouds that appeared out of thin air, as well as the towering illusory South Heaven Gate, all exuded a sense of eeriness and mystery.

However, before they could react, they saw Green Savage and Ying, as if they had received some kind of power enhancement, their auras instantly surging, their speed and strength increasing by more than one level, and they charged directly at them.

The two protectors had initially been disdainful, thinking they could easily take down these two One-star Dou Zong.

But soon, they noticed something wrong with their opponents.

It was that they seemed to have become much stronger out of thin air; previously, when fighting one-on-one, they could have the upper hand and even suppress them until they couldn’t breathe.

But now, they were like facing an opponent of the same level, their moves sharp, their coordination tacit, and when fighting them, one could not have the slightest slack, otherwise, they would suffer.

”Yun Shan, that brat is wrong, the Dou Technique he is executing has problems, kill him quickly!”

Vulture Protector shouted, reminding Yun Shan, his voice carrying a hint of gravity.

Yun Shan dared not slack; although he was shocked by Yun Xiancheng’s sudden appearance and strength increase, there was no time for him to think.

He cast his gaze toward Yun Xiancheng, a flash of killing intent in his eyes.

”Dou Master?”

Although he was inwardly shocked that Yun Xiancheng had somehow obtained a fortuitous encounter and had broken through to the Dou Master Realm in such a short time.

But now time was urgent, and there was no time to think too much.

He also saw that Yun Xiancheng’s arrival had drastically changed the initially one-sided situation, and the strength of Yun Yun and Yun Ziyi also seemed to have been enhanced; he must eliminate this variable as soon as possible, otherwise, delays would lead to changes.

Even a Dou Wang could not last long against a Dou Zong.

Yun Shan was very confident in this; he was a genuine One-star Dou Zong!

Yun Xiancheng’s hand rested gently on the seven-colored little snake on his head.

Two wills were speaking in his mind simultaneously, their voices intertwined, carrying a bit of dispute and amusement.

”Papa, does Xiaoer need to strike?” The Little Snake’s voice carried a hint of childishness, filled with dependence.

”What? You want me to strike? Aren’t the current enemies something you can handle?” Cai Lin’s consciousness responded coldly, her tone carrying a trace of tsundere. ”Also, little thing, he is not your dad! Stop calling him that randomly. Theoretically, you are even my daughter; I won’t let you go around calling anyone dad.”

Cai Lin scolded the Little Snake’s consciousness again, seemingly very dissatisfied with this form of address. ”Is that so? Then are you mama?” the Little Snake asked curiously, its voice carrying a trace of innocence.

”Don’t call me that! Our relationship is simply sharing one body!” Cai Lin’s consciousness scolded again, appearing somewhat frantic, seemingly unaccustomed to such an intimate form of address.

Yun Xiancheng ignored the entanglement between the two, their bickering actually making him feel a bit relaxed. He looked up, his gaze locking onto Yun Shan. In this brief moment, Yun Shan had already made his move. The moment he struck, it was his specialty Dou Technique: Wind-Extreme: Meteor Kill.

The long sword in his hand trembled violently, the tip of the sword condensing extreme Wind-Attribute Dou Qi. A deep beam of light, so small it was almost only the size of a thumb, instantly shot out, carrying terrifying power capable of piercing through everything, heading straight for Yun Xiancheng.

But at that very instant, an identical beam of light appeared in front of Yun Shan’s attack, carrying the same terrifying power. The two collided, triggering a massive shockwave that shook the surrounding space until it distorted, emitting a teeth-grinding sound.

It was Yun Yun who stood with her sword raised in front of Yun Shan, cyan Dou Qi swirling around her, blocking the shockwave. Her posture was upright, her expression stern. ”Yun Shan, this should be our fight,” she said, brows furrowed, her tone firm and unquestionable.

She knew that although Yun Xiancheng had broken through to Dou Wang, facing a Dou Zong was still too dangerous. Yun Shan looked at her, a mocking smile appearing on his face: ”Oh? Eight-Star Dou Huang?”

He could feel Yun Yun’s aura; it was much stronger than three years ago, but in the end, she was only a Dou Huang, and there was a fundamental difference compared to a Dou Zong.

The Big Lion Yun Ziyi appeared beside Yun Yun, her purple eyes coldly watching Yun Shan, dangerous light flickering in her eyes. She slowly said: ”The two of us have enough strength, you half-baked Dou Zong.”

Her words were unceremonious, directly poking at the most sensitive part of Yun Shan’s heart.

It was as if Yun Shan had been poked in the place he could least accept. He had broken through to Dou Zong, thinking he could stand proudly above the masses and restore the majesty of the Cloud Mist Sect, yet he was mocked as a ”half-baked” one by a Dou Huang and a magical beast.

He suddenly roared, a hint of distortion flashing across his face. Ignoring Yun Xiancheng, he raised his sword and unleashed the Wind Spirit Fractal Sword, transforming into countless sword shadows, carrying violent Dou Qi, and stabbed toward the Big Lion.

Two Eight-Star Dou Huangs and one One-star Dou Zong thus began a fierce battle above the Cloud Mist Sect. Surprisingly, Yun Yun and the Big Lion, working together, were actually not at a disadvantage, and even, relying on their tacit cooperation and the augmentation of Yun Xiancheng’s ”Cloud Above Heavenly Palace” domain, were faintly gaining the upper hand.

”Even those other elders of the Cloud Mist Sect, you have a way to deal with them,” Cai Lin’s consciousness laughed again in Yun Xiancheng’s mind.

Yun Xiancheng cast his gaze toward the Little Lion Yun Yan and Xiao Yan on the side. They were protecting Nalan Yanran and Linger behind them, resisting the offensive of the Cloud Mist Sect’s Dou Wang Elders.

Xiao Yan’s hair was half-black and half-white at this time, likely because she had borrowed a small portion of the Medicine Lady’s power, exerting power comparable to a Dou Wang.

The one-armed Yun Ling led several low-star Dou Wangs and over a dozen Dou Lings; this seemed to be the combination with the lowest combat power on the Cloud Mist Sect. Those ordinary disciples seemed to have been shaken off the mountain by the aftermath of the Dou Zong’s power, and as for whether they could survive, they could only rely on their own fate.

”Hmm, since that’s the case, I will go first. If I can’t handle it, you can step in then,” Yun Xiancheng responded softly, his hand slowly gripping his sword hilt. ”Hmph, I will absolutely not make a move.”

Cai Lin transformed into a stream of consciousness, wandering in Yun Xiancheng’s consciousness space.

After deploying the ”Cloud Above Heavenly Palace” domain, his wives turned from a disadvantage to a stalemate, and even gained the upper hand in some places.

Since the various battlefields were now in a stalemate, someone needed to break the deadlock and completely turn the tide of the battle. He was the one to break the deadlock.

Yun Xiancheng locked his gaze onto the one-armed Yun Ling, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. This guy was the fuse for all of this, and also the person he most wanted to resolve with his own hands.

”Yun Ling, fight me!” Without hesitation, his figure moved like lightning, his long sword unsheathed, carrying the intent of the newly comprehended ”Yunlan Sword Dance,” with a sharp and transcendent aura, stabbing straight toward Yun Ling.

211 Killing Yun Ling

Although Yun Ling had lost an arm, he was still a Peak Dou Wang expert, and the Dou Qi within his body was far thicker than that of Yun Xiancheng, who had just entered the Dou Wang Realm. Seeing Yun Xiancheng being so arrogant, old and new grudges surged together, and looking at Yun Xiancheng’s flawless face, endless rage surged in his heart.

He roared, his remaining Dou Qi instantly erupting. The long sword in his hand shook, and a sharp sword energy whistled out like a Wind Blade; it was precisely the Cloud Mist Sect’s Profound Rank Intermediate Dou Technique: Wind Spirit Fractal Sword, heading straight to meet Yun Xiancheng.

The sword energy and the sword blade crossed in mid-air, emitting a harsh, scraping sound.

Yun Xiancheng only felt a massive surge of Dou Qi rebounding, his figure swaying slightly, pushed backward several feet by this power. His heart chilled; indeed, the gap in Realm was not something that could be easily bridged. Yun Ling’s Dou Qi was indeed far superior to his own.

However, this brief clash also gave Yun Xiancheng a preliminary judgment of Yun Ling’s strength. He no longer hesitated; the Dou Qi in his body flowed, his long sword trembled lightly, and the first form of the Sword Dance quietly unfolded.

As the sword light flowed, it seemed as if the beautiful scene of a red pavilion flashed by, carrying the dreamlike quality of their first meeting in Wutan City and the confusion of the family. The sword momentum was gentle yet long-lasting, winding toward Yun Ling like silk threads, appearing powerless, but actually full of resilience.

Seeing this, a hint of doubt flashed in Yun Ling’s eyes. This sword move was strange and unfamiliar, completely different from any Dou Technique of the Cloud Mist Sect. But he dared not be slow; the long sword in his hand danced again, and streaks of Wind Blade wove into a net, attempting to tear apart the incoming sword light.

Relying on his thick Dou Qi, he barely neutralized this move, but a sense of vigilance arose in his heart. What kind of fortuitous encounter had this kid had, that his Dou Technique was so peculiar?

Yun Xiancheng did not stop his sword momentum; the second form of the Sword Dance followed.

The sword light became serene, as if the indifference of a recluse in the green mountains, yet also carrying a hint of the lingering affection of nightly revelry. The sword tip tapped lightly, appearing casual, yet containing an elusive trajectory, like a breeze brushing against willow branches, making it difficult to capture its true form.

Yun Ling’s expression changed slightly; this sword move was even more elusive than the previous one, as if it had no fixed pattern.

He dared not be careless and suddenly unleashed the Wind Spirit Fractal Sword. Dozens of Wind Blades whistled out, attempting to completely crush Yun Xiancheng’s sword momentum. The two forces collided, emitting a muffled sound. Yun Ling once again neutralized the sword move, but his body involuntarily retreated half a step. He was shocked in his heart: this kid’s Dou Technique grade seemed to far exceed the Profound Rank!

The third form of the Sword Dance: in the sword light, there was vaguely the depth of a Purple Crystal Cave, and also a hint of wildness and violence. The sword momentum became more condensed, like a sleeping beast suddenly awakening, carrying a massive and unstoppable power.

The sword tip stabbed straight, and it seemed as if a low lion’s roar followed, shaking one’s soul.

Yun Ling felt the pressure increase significantly. These sword moves were linked one after another, the power stacking layer by layer, and each move carried a different artistic conception, making them impossible to guard against. He gritted his teeth, the Dou Qi in his body running crazily, and suddenly unleashed Wind-Extreme: Meteor Kill. The long sword in his hand trembled, and a tiny, deep beam of light shot out, accurately meeting the tip of Yun Xiancheng’s sword.

The two forces collided, emitting a deafening roar. Yun Ling was shaken by the huge rebound force and retreated several steps, a trace of blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were filled with disbelief; this kid was actually able to force him to such a point!

”This... what kind of Dou Technique is this?!” Yun Ling roared in his heart. He had never seen such a strange and powerful sword technique; every move seemed to contain an independent world.

Yun Xiancheng did not give him a chance to catch his breath; the fourth form of the Sword Dance had already unfolded.

In the sword light, a pill fragrance vaguely drifted out, carrying the charm of alchemy in Blackrock City. The sword momentum became more restrained, yet contained a cycle of power that was endless, as round and flawless as a medicinal pill, yet hiding mysteries within.

The sword tip flicked lightly, appearing to have no lethality, but it made Yun Ling feel an invisible pressure.

Yun Ling’s face turned deathly pale; he could feel the strangeness of this sword strike. He roared, driving the Dou Qi in his body to the limit, the long sword in his hand dancing like the wind, attempting to construct an airtight defense.

However, that sword light was like a living thing, strangely bypassing his defense and lightly tapping on his chest. ”Pfft!”

Yun Ling’s chest was tapped by the sword light. Although it did not cause a fatal wound, a strange force instantly invaded his body, making him grunt, his figure flying backward in a sorry state, falling heavily to the ground, struggling to crawl up. His eyes were filled with fear; this was no longer an attack he could easily neutralize! This kid was actually able to injure him!