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

166: Section 166When dealing with such a proactive and strong Beauty, one should also be proactive and strong, otherwise, they will be suppressed.

[host has once again corrected the option, choosing to invite Yan Ran and Xiao Mei to share Ya Fei’s dinner, but the dinner seems to be missing something?] (host receives temporary system reward: Drunken Immortal Brew)

[A legendary fine wine that can even intoxicate Heavenly Immortals from Beyond the Sky. The system has made subtle modifications. Not only will low-level cultivators benefit from drinking it, but in a semi-intoxicated state, the opposite sex will become increasingly infatuated with the host, and this infatuation is permanent.]

The system stopped pretending; its effects were now directly tied to him.

A Cracked Ice-Patterned Wine Jar suddenly appeared in Yun Xiancheng’s palm, with mysterious runes faintly visible beneath the Frosty Glaze.

As he flicked open the Mud Seal, a cold mist wrapped in a honeyed aroma wafted past everyone’s noses: “The mood is just right now. I happen to have a jar of fine wine in my collection, named Drunken Immortal Brew. Even the ancient emperors might get drunk from it.”

“At our age…”

Xiao Mei was about to say that they were too young to drink, but then she remembered that they had long since performed the Ritual of Joyous Union, so drinking didn’t seem like such a big deal anymore.

“Hmph hmph, my good Senior Brother is really skilled at secretly hoarding fine wine. Have you forgotten Master’s teachings?”

Nalan Yanran had wrapped around behind him at some point, her sword qi condensing into an Ice Prism to hook the wine jar, as she breathed orchid-like air and bit his earlobe.

He was truly wronged; he hadn’t bought the wine, the system gave it to him. Could that be called buying? But it was harmless.

“You little rascals are not learning good things, really…”

Amidst the crisp sound of wine pouring into cups, Ya Fei’s Golden Bracelet jingled against the Table.

As she leaned forward, resting her chin, her snow-like bosom pressed into a breathtaking curve beneath her Moon-White Silk Gown.

For a moment, this attracted Yun Xiancheng’s gaze, and a slightly jealous Nalan Yanran increased the force of her bite on his earlobe.

“It must be Little Brother Xiancheng who led us astray.” All three looked at Yun Xiancheng with smiles.

“Senior Brother is leading us astray, but… Yan Ran likes it.” “Mei’er listens to big brother.”

Surrounded by the Young ladies’ gazes, Yun Xiancheng gently nodded.

“Only worldly people are troubled by mundane rules. Come, let us toast.” Then, he raised his wine glass to the Young ladies.

021 Love Wine Intoxicates the Heart, Embracing Beauties While Drunk

The amber wine swirled in the Glazed Cup, reflecting the touch of Rouge at the corner of Ya Fei’s eye.

Amidst the crisp tapping of Yun Xiancheng’s fingertips on the Table, she tilted her head back and drained the cup, letting the burning liquid flow down her throat to her heart. She was looking at her adorable little brother, the brother she had longed for day and night.

She saw her little brother with his left arm around Nalan Yanran, and his right hand being rubbed in Xiao Mei’s palm, embracing both left and right, completely at ease!

A faint hint of jealousy arose from her heart, welling up in her eyes, forming a thin mist. “Ding—”

The soft clink of silver against a porcelain plate broke the silence.

Ya Fei lowered her gaze to her fingertips, stained with Nail Polish; her hands couldn’t even properly use the cutlery. This Drunken Immortal Brew was truly intoxicating.

Raising her eyes again, she looked at Yun Xiancheng, who was embracing both left and right.

She clearly saw Yun Xiancheng smiling, a smile like the March stream flowing over bluestones, flowing over the childish words he spoke when they first met at ten, propping up his sleeve and saying he would marry his sister, flowing over the cloud-patterned Tassel on his jade pendant when they reunited at twenty.

And so, she understood.

Ya Fei was very clear that the little child from back then could never belong only to her.

He is the Young Sect Master of Cloud Mist Sect, condensing a qi cyclone at twelve. Now that they’ve met again, he’s fourteen, and judging by the fluctuations in his aura, he seems to already be a Dou Master. He’s a genius, and by this genius’s side, there are childhood sweethearts accompanying him.

The Cloud Mist Sect accompanies him day and night, their feelings are deep, almost fated Immortal Partners.

If he were a devoted person, then Ya Fei would have no chance. But she had remained chaste until now because of a few promises Yun Xiancheng made when he was a child.

Seeing Yun Xiancheng again, and he still remembered her, was truly wonderful. “Sister Ya Fei?”

The youth’s clear voice startled her, making her eyelashes tremble.

Nalan Yanran was leaning against his shoulder, her Pale Skirt spread out like a Peony, while Xiao Mei’s kneeling posture was like a docile cat. The white jade on Ya Fei’s chest was now heavily pressing against her peaks.

She felt a little annoyed; at the time, she was only focused on playing hard to get, but now it had turned into a huge boulder, pressing down on her uncomfortably. “This wine…”

Her voice trailed off, and her fingertips traced her collarbone, “Could it be mixed with something?” As her eyes shifted, she caught sight of the youth’s Adam’s apple subtly moving, and suddenly felt a surge of delight.

The little Baby who used to look up and call her ’sister’ has now grown into such a handsome man, with features like a painting. It’s as if an immortal has descended to the mortal world. Why should she enjoy such a beautiful person all by herself? [Ya Fei’s favorability +10, current favorability 55/100]

As the favorability notification flashed in his eyes, Yun Xiancheng knew that the Drunken Immortal Brew had intoxicated them. Yan Ran and Xiao Mei were also drunk.

“This wine has a hint of sweetness… but why does it feel like it’s intoxicating and awakening at the same time?”

Nalan Yanran had somehow leaned onto Yun Xiancheng’s shoulder. “Is this Senior Brother’s way of playing too? My lower abdomen feels warm.” She suddenly gave a mischievous smile:

“What a lecherous Senior Brother.”

The warmth in her lower abdomen was most likely due to the spiritual energy of the wine, as his own also felt warm.

The system didn’t say this wine had an aphrodisiac effect, did it?

Yan Ran was slandering 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 grabbed his hand, which he was trying to retract, and guided it to her burning cheek, “You said it would accelerate cultivation, so why is the spiritual energy rushing to strange places?” Xiao Mei suddenly bit his other finger. As the young lady’s pink tongue curled over his fingertip,

Yun Xiancheng felt a pair of massive objects pressing against his head — Ya Fei’s Cloud Shoulder had brushed against the back of his neck, and her hands wrapped around his neck from behind. “Little brother, what a scheme.”

Ya Fei’s breath was like an orchid, and her two mountainous breasts pressed against the youth’s head. “Three cups of wine for three true 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 forbidden. Drunken Immortal Brew indeed only has the function of increasing favorability, but it’s normal for Young ladies to become bolder when half-drunk and half-awake.]

[The warm current in the lower abdomen is just the spiritual energy gathering; please rest assured, host.] So that’s how it is… No, isn’t this still an intentional illusion?

In a sense, it achieved its goal. Half-Drunk, Half-Awake, and a warm lower abdomen—any normal person would misunderstand, right? Alright, alright, so this is how you play.

“However, older sister doesn’t dislike it,” Ya Fei said with a soft laugh at this moment:

“Not at all, older sister is very angry. The innocent little Baby from back then has now become a Lecherous Wolf with arms around two women.”

“That’s because I don’t want to abandon any of the beauties by my side,” Yun Xiancheng said frankly:

“It’s better for everyone to live together in a big house, in harmony, than for me to abandon someone to live alone in an empty room.”

Hearing these words, Ya Fei didn’t speak. Xiao Mei deeply empathized.

Her tongue licked clean the saliva on Yun Xiancheng’s finger, then she said, “Brother is willing to accept Mei’er and treat her as family. Mei’er feels very happy.”

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

She asked softly, her trembling voice betraying her unsettled state of mind.

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

Ya Fei’s face was slightly red, but she showed no reaction to Yun Xiancheng’s sweet words.

“That’s how it is, Senior Brother always comforts me with sweet words, and after comforting me, his eyes are always glued to other sisters.” Nalan Yanran was a bit drunk; she seemed to be clearly unable to hold her liquor.

“Senior Brother never hides his intention to build a harem. After hearing it so many times, I’ve gotten used to it.”

“A person with Senior Brother’s talent is bound to achieve more than us; he has better opportunities to see a wider world. If he were to cultivate diligently, we would have long ceased to be people of the same world…”

“If he were also a heartless man, then Yan Ran would only be able to watch him marry a strange woman from below the stage… and even if Yan Ran were to live alone in an empty room her entire life, she wouldn’t get a single glance from him until her death.”

“Now that I think about it, it’s actually not a big deal. With a few more sisters, we can even form a big family together.” She proudly hugged Yun Xiancheng and continued to speak incoherently:

“Mhmph, as Senior Brother’s first woman, I am very magnanimous. Sister Ya Fei, I’ve noticed Senior Brother watching you for a long time. His eyes don’t lie; he wants you to be part of our family.”

Ya Fei looked at Nalan Yanran, who seemed a bit tipsy in Yun Xiancheng’s arms.

Unexpectedly, the Young Sect Master of the Cloud Mist Sect, the Nalan Family’s young lady rumored to be arrogant and proud, had such thoughts. What a broad-minded woman.

She quickly understood Nalan Yanran’s thoughts.

She agreed with this viewpoint. “Sister?”

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

The warm current in her lower abdomen was indeed just a warm current, not some special potion.

However, she was indeed a bit drunk at this moment, but this drunkenness did not affect her consciousness. “Xiancheng, having a wife like Yan Ran is truly wonderful.”

Ya Fei said, then suddenly blocked Yun Xiancheng’s mouth. She awkwardly kissed Yun Xiancheng.

And Yun Xiancheng guided her, their tongues intertwining.

After a while, the two slowly separated. Ya Fei’s eyes sparkled with emotion.

“You entrust your lives to me… then my shoulders will absolutely bear your lives, never to let go.”

Yun Xiancheng said so, gently placing a hand on Yan Ran, who had fallen asleep at some point. “What, are all these Three Palaces and Six Courtyards on your shoulders?”

Ya Fei hugged the youth’s thin fourteen-year-old body, saying with heartache.

“This is the responsibility of the harem Master.” “Then Xiancheng, you must love us.”

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

Ya Fei’s eyes misted over; the adorable little Baby from back then and the mature, handsome young man had merged. [Ya Fei’s favorability +10, current favorability 65/100]

022 Ya Fei’s Little Mouth

As the gentle moonlight sprinkled on Yan Ran’s closed eyes, she entered a sweet dream with a hint of jealousy.

Her thick, raven-like eyelashes reflected the light in the moonlight, like melting snowflakes in winter, pure yet fragile. “Senior Brother, I want to be the Empress…”

The young lady seemed to be having a beautiful dream, becoming the mistress of the Three Palaces and Six Courtyards.

But for some reason, Yun Yun, dressed in a wedding gown, was married by Yun Xiancheng. Upon seeing the domineering Yan Ran, she pinched her ears, telling her to cultivate properly. Even in her dream, Yan Ran dared not sass Yun Yun.

Meanwhile, in a Side Hall separated by a Beaded Curtain, Xiao Mei was carefully tiptoeing to add a Calming Incense stick to the censer. A wisp of green smoke rose, permeating the air, bringing a sense of tranquility and peace.

She turned gracefully, revealing a sweet yet cunning smile to Ya Fei. “Sister Ya Fei, please let me teach you.”

Then, Xiao Mei, with her slender and fair fingers, held Yun Xiancheng’s delicate Silver Spoon and gently licked a bit of the amber-like, crystal-clear Honey Dew.

Then, she gently tapped the edge of the crystal-clear Glazed Cup twice, producing a crisp and pleasant sound, like a mountain spring flowing, making one feel joyful:

“Sister’s tongue should curl like this—”

As she spoke, she playfully extended her pink tongue, demonstrating like a mischievous kitten.

She gently licked the sticky, sweet syrup from Yun Xiancheng’s Silver Spoon, her movements soft and alluring, full of temptation, making one long to kiss her.

Ya Fei’s ear tips instantly flushed so red they almost dripped blood, vibrant and luscious, like a blooming red rose.

The embroidered Peony Bustier on her chest also rose and fell dramatically with her hurried breaths, like surging waves, inviting imagination.

She mimicked the young lady’s posture, leaning slightly to taste the sweet flavor.

She wiped away the excess honey from Yun Xiancheng’s Silver Spoon; she loved her Chenger and didn’t want to feel anyone else’s presence.

Unexpectedly, the white jade on her chest accidentally hooked the Tassel hanging from Yun Xiancheng’s waist onto his leg. Seeing this, the youth chuckled and reached out, his fingertips intentionally adjusting the white jade, then resting on the peaks.

Having guarded her purity for many years, her mindset hadn’t fully shifted yet. Although her heart was filled with longing, she still couldn’t accept giving herself. However, perhaps just the mouth was acceptable?

Yun Xiancheng was not in a hurry for this; after all, life was long, and there would be plenty of time to savor it slowly.

Besides, Ya Fei’s body still had enough places for him to do something to slightly alleviate the restlessness in his heart. His gaze fell upon the two towering peaks on Ya Fei’s chest.

The two peaks stood high, like two ripe peaches, ready to burst forth.

He reached out and gently caressed the soft edges of the peaks, like a scholar arriving at Tong Pass, exclaiming in awe: “Peaks gather like clouds, waves rage like fury.”

Of course, Yun Xiancheng had already marveled at Ya Fei’s body several times, so this wasn’t new.

Like a dragonfly touching the water, he touched her faintly, each slight touch like a feather gently plucking at Ya Fei’s sensitive heartstrings.

It made her heart race, her breathing quicken, and subtle sounds involuntarily escaped her throat. [Data deleted 200 words]

Feeling the sweet taste spread in Ya Fei’s mouth, filled with the essence of youth, stirring one’s heart. The Beauty moved her throat, drinking down the youth.

Seeing this, Xiao Mei also eagerly gathered around, two beautiful Young ladies, one on each side, both with a hint of shyness in their eyes,

Staring intently at Yun Xiancheng.

They simultaneously bit the Silver Spoon, using their soft tongues to lick the crystal-clear syrup on the spoon, filled with the essence of youth.

For a moment, the entire room was filled with a sweet aroma and tempting fragrance, stirring one’s heart, as if in a dream filled with sweetness and temptation.

As the dawn light gently pierced through the light gauze curtains, casting dappled shadows in the room.

Nalan Yanran, like a lazy cat, silently opened her star-bright eyes amidst the Brocade Quilt.

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

Perhaps there wasn’t enough material accumulated.