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

104: Section 104Yun Xiancheng’s sword momentum did not stop. In the fifth form of the sword dance, within the sword light, the yellow sands of the great desert filled the sky, and a snake-shaped Dou Qi could be vaguely seen intertwining, carrying a wild and lethal aura.

The sword momentum became even more sharp, like a venomous snake in the desert, waiting for its opportunity to strike a fatal blow, aiming directly at Yun Ling’s vitals. Yun Ling felt despair; he knew he could no longer resist.

A flash of madness crossed his eyes as he suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of essence blood. The Dou Qi in his body surged instantly as he unleashed his final killing move—the Xuan Tier High-Grade Dou Technique, Wind’s Extreme: Sunset Glow!

A blinding light erupted from the tip of his sword, like a falling setting sun, carrying a destructive power that rushed straight at Yun Xiancheng. This was his trump card Dou Technique, his last hope! He wanted to use this move to completely obliterate this strange youth! However, Yun Xiancheng merely watched the light calmly, his eyes without the slightest ripple.

The longsword in his hand trembled slightly, and the final form of the sword dance—the sublimation of the ”Yunlan Sword Dance”—was quietly completed.

The sword light soared into the sky, as if enveloping the entire Yun Lan Mountain within it, carrying a vast intent that seemed to cleanse the universe.

The sword momentum was like the churning sea of clouds, and like the power of ten thousand thunderbolts, merging all of Yun Xiancheng’s memories, power, and emotions into this single strike.

Within the sword light, one could vaguely see the scenery of the Jia Ma Imperial City and Yun Lan Mountain, as well as the silhouettes of Heavenly Moon, Yao Ye, his master, and his junior sisters. That was everything he protected, and the source of his strength.

”The sword emerges from Yunlan to cleanse Jia Ma!”

The sword light collided with the light of the ”Sunset Glow” instantly. There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a slight sound of shattering. Yun Ling’s ”Sunset Glow” was torn apart instantly like paper, turning into nothingness.

The sword light’s momentum did not decrease, carrying an unparalleled power as it instantly pierced through Yun Ling’s body.

Yun Ling’s body suddenly stiffened, and all the fear, unwillingness, and resentment in his eyes froze at that moment. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but only let out a faint sigh, filled with endless regret and resentment.

Under the impact of the sword light, his body crumbled inch by inch, finally turning into a mist of blood that scattered with the wind, leaving not a single trace behind.

The Great Elder of the Cloud Mist Sect, the Peak Dou Wang expert Yun Ling, fell right there, dying to the final form of Yun Xiancheng’s newly created Earth Tier High-Grade Dou Technique—the Yunlan Sword Dance.

212 Medicine Lady’s Embrace

From the moment Yun Ling faced the enemy to his death, only a very short time had passed.

This kind of speed was a record that could only be achieved by a high-star Dou Wang fighting a low-star Dou Wang, which was enough to prove the power of Yun Xiancheng’s ”Yunlan Sword Dance.” Yun Xiancheng looked at the other Dou Master Elders with a normal expression.

After they noticed Yun Ling’s death, they immediately pulled back from Little Lioness Yun Yan, looking at him with solemn faces, their eyes filled with shock and wariness.

He more or less knew these Dou Wang Elders. He had seen them a few times when he was a child and had even spoken with them a few times. Now that they were facing each other in battle, there was more or less a bit of lamentation.

Yun Xiancheng wasn’t quite sure, because his own emotions were just like that, without much sadness or grief. To him, the other people of the Cloud Mist Sect were just familiar strangers.

To him, the matters of the Cloud Mist Sect in his past memories were far less important than his memories of Yun Yun and Nalan Yanran.

”My senior uncles are quite bold, daring to besiege my junior sister.” Yun Xiancheng faced them, cupped his hands, and said, ”Then let Xiancheng test your cultivation.”

One elder frowned upon hearing this and asked in a deep voice, ”Yun Xiancheng, do you really want to become a complete enemy of the Cloud Mist Sect?”

”It was you who first became enemies with Cloud Mist,” Yun Xiancheng said calmly, his tone without a single ripple. Wherever Yun Yun was, that was the Cloud Mist Sect.

This was the Cloud Mist Sect he knew. Yun Shan wanting to become the Sect Leader again and ousting Yun Yun was an unforgivable betrayal.

He would not worry just because he had to kill familiar strangers he had met a few times. Especially in such a moment of great battle, such an indecisive mindset would not appear.

Everyone has their own standpoint. He has his Cloud Mist; this was a red line he would never doubt himself over.

”Since that’s the case, Yun Xiancheng, draw your sword and let’s see your progress over the past few years,” a Dou Wang Elder said in a deep voice, a hint of determination in his eyes. Yun Xiancheng nodded slightly, his longsword unsheathed once more, and the ”Yunlan Sword Dance” was activated again.

This time, with the help of Little Lioness Yun Yan and Xiao Yan, the battle situation was even more certain. After another short period of time, these Dou Wangs and Dou Lings turned into withered bones, falling onto Yun Lan Mountain, and were then blown by the wind, turning into flying dust and vanishing into thin air.

”Senior brother... I’m so tired.”

As soon as the battle ended, Xiao Yan looked incredibly exhausted, her face pale, as she threw herself into Yun Xiancheng’s arms, teetering.

”You’ve worked hard, Yaner,” Yun Xiancheng said softly. Looking at the weary Xiao Yan, a ripple of heartache rose in his heart, and he gently stroked the top of her head. Beside them, Little Lioness Yun Yan’s lion ears seemed to hear a keyword, and she immediately leaned over, imitating Xiao Yan by leaning against Yun Xiancheng. ”Yaner is also tired!” Little Lioness Yun Yan said in a childish voice.

Yun Xiancheng also took the Little Lioness into his arms, rubbing the heads of the two ”Yaners,” his eyes carrying a hint of doting.

Hmm... there’s also a Zi Yan after going to Jia Nan Academy; there really are quite a few ”Yaners” around me. Yun Xiancheng thought to himself, a subtle smile touching the corner of his mouth.

”Senior brother!” ”Young Master!” Nalan Yanran and Linger waved from below, their eyes filled with worry and admiration. Yun Xiancheng landed on the ground with the two ”Yaners.”

”Take good care of Xiao Yan and wait for my return,” Yun Xiancheng instructed Nalan Yanran, then looked at Little Lioness Yun Yan with a serious tone: ”Protect them well.” Little Lioness Yun Yan puffed out her chest and replied in a childish voice, ”Mm!”

At this moment, Medicine Lady’s soul body instantly moved from Xiao Yan’s mind into Yun Xiancheng’s mind with a ”kua” sound. ”Little Cheng, did you miss Master?” she asked with a hint of anticipation and a light tone.

However, as soon as she finished speaking, she felt two consciousnesses looking at her, one of which carried obvious mockery. ”Yo-ho-ho, so flat, like a child?” Cai Lin’s malicious voice came through, carrying a hint of provocation.

This immediately cooled down the jubilant Medicine Lady. Like a cat whose territory had been invaded, her fur stood on end, and she suddenly ”jumped up,” looking around with ill intent.

”Where did this person come from!?” she questioned angrily.

Cai Lin’s phantom appeared in Yun Xiancheng’s consciousness. She casually used her hands to squeeze her chest as a comparison to Medicine Lady, that pride and provocation being beyond words.

Medicine Lady looked at Cai Lin’s ”size,” her eyes wide with anger, so furious she couldn’t speak.

”Cai Lin, stop teasing my Master.” Yun Xiancheng’s consciousness turned into a phantom, appearing between them to stop Cai Lin’s continued ridicule. Then, Yun Xiancheng took Medicine Lady’s hand and said softly, ”Yes, Master, I missed you.” His voice was gentle and sincere, carrying a hint of comfort.

”Hmph, Master? I think she’s just a little wife.” Cai Lin chuckled twice and said no more, turning back into an invisible stream of consciousness floating about, but that mockery had not dissipated.

Hearing Cai Lin say this, Medicine Lady’s eyes immediately brimmed with tears, her heart both ashamed and annoyed.

Yun Xiancheng wrapped Medicine Lady’s hand in his palm, feeling the temperature of her hand, and explained softly, ”This person is the Queen of the Snake People, the one known as Medusa.”

Medicine Lady was no longer flustered. She glared at the consciousness stream that was Cai Lin and ignored her, instead directly hugging Yun Xiancheng and burying her head in his chest.

”Let Master see, have you been tired or weary during this time? Did that Big Thunder Master of yours take good care of you?” Medicine Lady looked up, asking a series of questions in a tone full of concern and heartache.

Yun Xiancheng smiled as he picked her up, feeling her petite body.

”Holding Master, this disciple is no longer tired, weary, or exhausted.” He responded softly, his tone full of dependence and satisfaction. ”Hmm... how mushy, were you two always like this?” Cai Lin’s consciousness appeared again, carrying a hint of curiosity and confusion.

”Little Snake, you’ll have to get used to it.” Medicine Lady turned her head slightly with a matter-of-fact expression, her tone full of pride.

Cai Lin was now choked for words, not knowing how to respond, and could only turn back into a stream of consciousness, floating in the depths of Yun Xiancheng’s consciousness space.

”Well, now your Master Yun and Big Lion are still in a hard fight, let me lend you a hand.” Medicine Lady rested her hands on Yun Xiancheng’s shoulders and said seriously.

Yun Xiancheng looked into her eyes, which were filled with gratitude and love. He lowered his head and gently kissed her lips.

Medicine Lady was stunned, but soon gave a response. That kiss was full of the blending of souls and the sublimation of emotions. As the kiss deepened, their souls gradually merged into one, their power and consciousness perfectly combining.

Yun Xiancheng suddenly opened his eyes. His hair had now turned snow-white, and a white flame ignited in the depths of his pupils, emitting an otherworldly aura.

His aura also continued to climb, like a rocket, reaching Nine-Star Dou Huang! He could clearly sense Medicine Lady’s existence; at this moment, they were like one, sharing power and connected in their senses.

”Can I merge so perfectly with Chenger?” Medicine Lady’s doubt flashed in Yun Xiancheng’s mind at the same time, carrying a hint of surprise and disbelief. Yun Xiancheng responded: ”That is naturally the result of our intimacy.”

Medicine Lady noticed Yun Xiancheng’s current realm and said, ”I can continue to increase the power; facing a Dou Zong, the gap for a Dou Huang is still large.”

Yun Xiancheng shook his head, a hint of pity in his eyes. ”That would tire you out, and the current realm is enough.” Medicine Lady was currently only a soul body; putting out too much power would cause her to fall into a deep sleep, and he didn’t want her to take the risk.

213 Battle with Yun Shan

At this moment, the two outsourced Soul Hall Protectors also noticed Yun Xiancheng’s astonishing change. That originally restrained aura was now climbing at a speed visible to the naked eye, reaching the realm of Nine-Star Dou Huang.

Although they could not perceive it clearly, they could barely feel a powerful soul force perfectly merging with Yun Xiancheng’s physical body, making his hair as white as snow, and two clusters of flickering white flames ignited deep within his pupils, emitting an otherworldly pressure.

Recalling the Dou Zong aura that had briefly erupted from Xiao Yan not long ago, the two protectors guessed in their hearts that there must be a powerhouse’s soul hiding on them, capable of possession.

If they could win, they would have an extra harvest—the soul of a powerhouse! How many ordinary souls of the Northwest Continent could one such soul be worth? This caused a flicker of greed and excitement to flash in their eyes. They seemed to see themselves receiving rewards.

But fantasy was just fantasy. After these two Soul Hall Protectors blocked the attacks of Green Savage and Shadow, they looked at these two One-star Dou Zong with faces full of helplessness. What on earth was happening now!?

The realms of these two Soul Hall Protectors were four-star and five-star; they could be considered mid-stage Dou Zong, with strength far exceeding a One-star Dou Zong. However, facing two One-star Dou Zong opponents—Green Savage and Shadow—they could only barely fight to a draw, and were even faintly being suppressed. Where had they ended up? Was this still the Northwest Continent? Had they encountered outstanding disciples of the Eight Tribes? Why was it so difficult?

Although they guessed it was mostly due to the mysterious Dou Technique performed by Yun Xiancheng, what could they do now!? They were being forcefully dragged here, unable to move at all. How could they break Yun Xiancheng’s Dou Technique?

“Yun Shan, why haven’t you moved yet? Two Dou Huangs have stopped you? Are you still a Dou Zong?” Vulture Protector shouted, his tone full of dissatisfaction and questioning.

As everyone knows, when encountering a problem, it is very normal to shift the blame to subordinates. Vulture Protector decisively began to question Yun Shan on why a Dou Zong was being delayed for so long by Dou Huangs.

Yun Shan, who was being insulted by his superior, did not look up. *Haven’t you guys also failed to defeat One-star Dou Zongs?*

Yun Shan rolled his eyes in his heart, really wanting to ask them if there was something wrong with how they were fighting.

But thinking about how he was their outsourced help, he immediately lost his spirit and could only swallow his anger in silence.

“Your momentum is gone, Yun Shan,” Yun Yun said slowly in front of him, her tone calm yet filled with confidence.

After her disciple reappeared, she no longer felt the previous sense of urgency. But having thought it through meant she truly understood; she realized that Yun Xiancheng was her entire life. These eighteen years spent with Xiancheng were what truly made up the person known as Yun Yun.

Even the Cloud Mist Sect could not compare to her feelings for Yun Xiancheng.

During the battle just now, she and Yun Ziyi joined forces. Within Yun Xiancheng’s “Cloud Above Heavenly Palace” domain, their Dou Qi flowed more smoothly, and their power was amplified.

Coupled with their tacit cooperation and balanced offense and defense, they were able to fight Yun Shan to a standstill. Although they couldn’t win, they would certainly not lose.

Yun Shan looked at Yun Yun, his expression grim.

His proud Dou Zong power was ultimately held back by two Dou Huangs, which made him feel a sense of irony in his heart. “Heh, heh.” Yun Shan looked at Yun Yun’s righteous expression, his heart filled with chill.

He thought about how he had sought refuge with a powerful backer, thinking that by breaking through to Dou Zong, he could look down upon all others, unify Jia Ma, and restore the glory of the Cloud Mist Sect.

But he didn’t expect that as soon as he came out of seclusion, he would encounter so many variables, being slapped in the face repeatedly by his juniors, and the backer he relied on was actually too busy to help him.

Was the script wrong? Yun Shan was doubting himself, a trace of regret and confusion welling up deep within him. But Yun Xiancheng had already approached step by step, wings flapping, giving him no more time to think.

Yun Xiancheng spread his already formed cloud wings, which were white as snow, light and elegant.

He took each step slowly, yet walked as if on level ground, as if strolling among the clouds, carrying a flavor of transcending the mortal world.

Combined with his peerless appearance, above the sea of clouds covering the mountain and under the majestic Heavenly Gate, his aura was even superior to Yun Shan’s, like a true god descending, looking down upon all the conflicts of the world.

“Old Sect Master Yun Shan, your era is coming to an end.” Yun Xiancheng walked between Yun Ziyi and Yun Yun, holding the hilt of his sword, and spoke with a calm voice.

It carried the tone of a judge.

“Yun Xiancheng, Yun Yun... Sect thieves.” Yun Shan looked at Yun Xiancheng’s face, dazed for a long while before slowly replying, his tone full of unwillingness and resentment, yet carrying a trace of undeniable weakness.

Yun Shan’s insult lacked any bite, even showing his weakness and powerlessness. His former majesty vanished completely at this moment.

“Yun Shan, you are the one who destroyed the Cloud Mist of old,” Yun Xiancheng said slowly, his tone cold and firm. “If it weren’t for you and your disciple’s stubbornness in colluding with external enemies, the Cloud Mist Sect’s mountain gate would not have suffered this catastrophe.”

Yun Xiancheng didn’t understand, nor did he want to understand, what Yun Ling was thinking. However, Yun Ling’s intelligence was quite consistent with the original work—brainless. Fortunately, Yun Ling wasn’t on his side, or it would be a mess.

“Master, Ziyi.” Yun Xiancheng drew his sword and looked at them, his eyes full of trust and tacit understanding. Big Lion Yun Ziyi nodded slightly, battle intent flickering in her purple eyes; she knew it was time. Yun Yun and Yun Xiancheng drew their swords simultaneously, pointing them at Yun Shan, the former Sect Master.

“The Cloud Mist Sect is finished. Few elders or disciples are left alive. This is all because of your actions,” Yun Yun said, her tone carrying a hint of sorrow and resolution. “Old man, you should go down and accompany the other disciples.”

Before her voice could fade, the three of them struck at the same time, faster than the speed of sound, attacking Yun Shan from three directions. Their figures streaked through the air as three afterimages, all carrying the momentum of a thunderbolt.

The first to strike were Yun Xiancheng and Yun Yun. Master and disciple were of one heart and mind, each performing the Wind Spirit Fractal Sword. Their sword Qi intertwined like chains, locking down all of Yun Shan’s possible movement space, leaving him with no way to avoid it.

Yun Shan didn’t want to hide; instead, he also retaliated with the Wind Spirit Fractal Sword, sword Qi crisscrossing as he tried to take on two opponents at once.

These three—theoretically the former, current, and future Sect Masters of Cloud Mist—clashed above Yun Lan Mountain. Dou Qi surged, the wind and clouds changed color, and every strike carried destructive power.

The green Dou Qi longswords of both sides collided violently in the air, producing an ear-splitting boom, then gradually shattered, turning into specks of light and dissipating in the air.

A huge shockwave shimmering with green sword light spread in all directions, shaking the surrounding space until it seemed to distort.

214 Killing Yun Shan

Immediately after, purple Beast Fire spread from Yun Xiancheng’s shattered green longsword, like a maggot on a bone, following Yun Shan’s Dou Qi and burning toward his main body.

“Their cooperation has improved.” Yun Shan’s heart sank, sensing trouble. Setting aside the fact that Yun Xiancheng and Yun Yun’s combined Wind Spirit Fractal Sword attack could already face him head-on.

The Beast Fire of the Amethyst Winged Lion King could actually be used this way; this was completely beyond his expectations and made him feel a trace of fear.

He abruptly severed his Dou Qi to prevent the Beast Fire from affecting him. Subsequently, five Wind Spirit Fractal Swords appeared out of thin air behind Yun Shan, carrying sharp killing intent. But Yun Shan tore them apart with a sweep of his hand, dispersing the Wind Spirit Fractal Swords Yun Xiancheng had generated from nothing.

“But to win against me, it’s still far from enough!” Yun Shan laughed loudly, trying to use words to hide his inner shock and unease. “I am a Dou Zong, you are only Dou Huangs!” He tried to use his advantage in realm to crush his opponents’ will.

Purple Beast Fire ignited a sea of flames in the sky, dyeing half the sky purple and reflecting Yun Shan’s distorted face. Within the sea of fire, Yun Xiancheng stepped out upon the clouds, bathed in fire. His figure appeared even more divine amidst the flames, like a god walking out of the fire.

On the sword in his hand, there was a faint phantom of a magnificent courtyard. The intimate silhouettes of a young man and woman reflected a murderous cold light in the sword’s glow; that was the happiness he protected and the source of his power.

“Barking like a mad dog. If you truly had the ability, you wouldn’t just be showing off with your tongue,” Yun Xiancheng mocked, his tone full of disdain and contempt. Hearing Yun Xiancheng’s mockery, Yun Shan felt a surge of anger in his heart, and immediately increased his Dou Qi output, trying to teach this kid a lesson. He abruptly drew his sword, carrying...

...vast Dou Qi, and slashed towards Yun Xiancheng.

Yun Xiancheng’s sword landed on Yun Shan’s sword, producing a crisp clashing sound. In an instant, the two exchanged dozens of rounds, sword shadows overlapping and Dou Qi surging. Looking at Yun Xiancheng, whose expression remained unchanged, the anger in Yun Shan’s heart grew heavier. He desperately wanted to slay Yun Xiancheng to vent the hatred in his heart...

Yun Xiancheng did not continue with the next set of moves in the Yunlan Sword Dance, keeping to the first form, seemingly testing Yun Shan’s limits. Finally, at the hundredth round, the phantom of Yun Xiancheng’s Red Mansion dissipated, and the first form finally reached its limit.

Relying on his advantage in realm, Yun Shan broke the momentum of Yun Xiancheng’s first form of the “Yunlan Sword Dance” and forced him back. Just as Yun Shan wanted to press the attack and slay this young man who had infuriated him... “Xiancheng!”

Yun Yun also arrived at Yun Xiancheng’s side at this moment, pulling Yun Xiancheng with one hand while the other held her sword and stabbed toward Yun Shan’s throat, their cooperation seamless and their offensive sharp. Yun Shan originally wanted to pursue, but facing Yun Yun’s attack, he quickly retreated. However, he was then pursued by Yun Ziyi’s purple fire, which followed him like...

...a maggot on a bone, clinging persistently. It took quite a bit of effort to deal with the spreading purple fire.