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

180: Section 180”I won’t ever do it again!!”

Yan Ran’s throat unconsciously let out faint moans while she apologized heart-wrenchingly.

But perhaps Yun Xiancheng wanted to re-emphasize the concept of who the champion was; he ignored Yan Ran’s pleas for mercy and focused solely on his output.

High-intensity and high-frequency attacks continuously broke through Yan Ran’s limits. ”So amazing...” Ya Fei stared wide-eyed, watching Yan Ran with her knees pressed against her shoulders, looking completely dazed.

Ya Fei originally thought that based on Yan Ran’s situation, she could endure it herself, but judging by the current circumstances, she felt she wouldn’t be able to withstand such output.

Xiao Mei rarely saw Yun Xiancheng launch such high-frequency surprise attacks and was also very shocked. At the same time, looking at the pleading Yan Ran, a slight feeling of joy arose in her heart.

049 Xiao Mei as the Instructor

Yan Ran finally ran out of strength and her spirit wavered, like a delicate flower that had lost its soul, collapsing softly onto the bed, her expression becoming blurred. Her two long, jade-like legs hung limply off the edge of the bed, as if even the strength to lift a finger had been drained away.

Her waterfall-like black hair spread messily over the silk pillow embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in water. Her delicate body was soaked in sweat, and a thin quilt clung tightly to her graceful, undulating curves, making her appear even more exquisite and translucent.

The remaining Spiritual Qi around her was like the flags of a defeated general who had cast aside his armor, fluttering futilely around her as if silently announcing the complete defeat of this ”battle,” leaving behind only a mess.

Xiao Mei stepped forward gracefully, her every move filled with gentleness. A peacock-blue light shirt perfectly outlined the budding charm of her not-yet-fully-matured figure.

Her slender hands gently placed Nalan Yanran’s jade-like legs, which had slipped off the edge of the bed, back into the silk quilt, and then she carefully tucked her in.

Only then did she turn toward Ya Fei, who was dressed in red, and smiled gracefully, ”Sister Ya Fei is the highlight of tonight. Let Xiao Mei help sister undress and contribute a bit of my meager strength.”

Hearing these words, Ya Fei’s delicate body under the red dress trembled slightly and imperceptibly, as if a stone had been thrown into the surface of a lake in her heart, creating ripples.

She slightly raised her eyes, and a flash of hard-to-conceal shame and hesitation flickered within her shimmering gaze.

But it was soon replaced by a spark of eager determination. She bit her red lip lightly with her pearly teeth, as if she had made a certain decision.

Xiao Mei was already kneeling gracefully by the side of the bed, holding a gilded coiled dragon incense burner carefully in her hands. Wisps of blue smoke rose from the mouth of the burner, spiraling into mysterious patterns like nine-fold loops under the flickering candlelight. The fragrance was thick, adding to the boudoir’s romantic atmosphere.

With Xiao Mei’s gentle assistance, Ya Fei, with a hint of trepidation and anticipation, began a new round of ”cultivation.”

The Beauty, slightly shy, slowly slid the red silk robe off her fragrant shoulders, revealing skin as white as frost and snow. Her shoulders were rounded, their lines soft and graceful, glowing softly under the candlelight.

Her slender, scallion-like fingertips trembled slightly, yet with a sense of finality, she firmly untied the lotus-silk ribbon binding her waist. In an instant, the red silk robe slid down like a mass of burning fire, spreading softly over the cold blue brick floor.

It was like a red peony in full bloom; the complex patterns embroidered with gold thread on the hem glinted with a faint, dark light under the dancing candlelight, appearing even more noble.

Xiao Mei gently placed the incense burner on the carved small table at the head of the bed and took a warm, jade-like ivory comb from the dressing table. She began to comb through Ya Fei’s cloud-like black hair with extremely gentle movements.

Her movements were so gentle it was as if she were brushing over the strings of an exquisite zither, for fear of disturbing this Beauty who was about to ”cultivate.” The warmth of her fingertips touched Ya Fei’s hair from time to time, bringing a tingling sensation.

Ya Fei bit her lower lip lightly and took a deep breath, her chest rising quite a bit. Then, with a sense of facing certain death, she slowly leaned down.

The exquisite hair ornament in her hair swayed gently with her movements, reflecting fragments of light under the candlelight, like a river of stars falling into the mortal world, dazzling and eye-catching.

Yun Xiancheng leaned lazily against the bed, clearly sensing Ya Fei’s slightly rapid heartbeat, like a panicked deer, thumping against his eardrums.

Her warm breath was as fragrant as an orchid, gently brushing past his face with a faint orchid scent that made his heart sway.

Although Ya Fei’s movements were slightly unrefined, she was exceptionally serious, as if she were performing a solemn and ancient ceremony. Even the frequency of her fluttering eyelashes carried a careful restraint, for fear of making even the slightest mistake.

After all, a young lady’s first time must be treated with exceptional seriousness, carrying a sense of ritualistic Beauty. When she slowly sat down with an uneasy heart!

Ya Fei only felt an unprecedentedly strange sensation instantly surge through her entire body, causing her to let out a low moan.

Her beautiful eyes instantly lost focus and rolled up slightly; in this moment of their first union, she was unexpectedly hit by her first Spiritual Qi Tide.

Immediately following was a negligible sting that entered her mind, as gentle as spring rain nourishing the earth, almost non-existent. Unfortunately, this tiny bit of initial pain, compared to the surging sevenfold pleasure that came crashing in...

...was like a trivial snowflake in spring, melting away as soon as it touched the sunlight, not even worth mentioning. ”Mei’er, help me...”

Ya Fei’s voice had become as thin as a thread, her tone trailing off with uncontrollable trembling, clearly unable to withstand this sudden surge of pleasure.

The sevenfold increase in pleasure was truly a world-shaking change; such a level of stimulation was hard to imagine.

It had probably already surpassed the ”Fushougao” that was forcibly dumped into China by the British over a hundred years ago in Yun Xiancheng’s past life memories.

At this moment, Ya Fei felt her soul drifting, unable to endure such intense stimulation alone. Just a slight movement had nearly sent her...

...soaring to the heavens, ascending like an immortal.

Yun Xiancheng naturally kept a close eye on Ya Fei’s state, seeing her reaction.

He quickly signaled the experienced Xiao Mei to step forward and assist, to guide this inexperienced and green Beauty, fearing she might move recklessly and pass out directly—wouldn’t that be a waste of a precious gift?

Hearing this, Xiao Mei looked at Ya Fei’s currently dazed expression, and the corners of her mouth curled into a meaningful arc, filled with a bit of cunning and playfulness.

She gracefully moved behind Ya Fei, her peacock-blue sleeves gently brushing against the other’s smooth, jade-like back, bringing a delicate touch: ”Sister, just relax your body and mind; don’t be too nervous.”

As she spoke, her scallion-white fingertips gently pressed several spots on Ya Fei’s slender shoulders.

The originally tense and stiff muscles then slowly relaxed like melting snow in spring, becoming soft and elastic.

Subsequently, Xiao Mei acted as the instructor, patiently and meticulously teaching Ya Fei how to coordinate the intake and output of Spiritual Qi to achieve maximum efficiency without becoming too exhausted or losing focus.

Ya Fei followed Xiao Mei’s guidance, adjusting her breathing rhythm. The hair ornament in her hair also swayed gently with the rhythm, making a crisp and pleasant sound. This sound was accompanied by the continuous ”squelch squelch” of the Spiritual Qi intake and output.

Yun Xiancheng’s hand also climbed onto Xiao Mei’s body, bringing a ”reward” for this lovely little instructor’s teaching.

She suddenly bit her lower lip hard, her teeth leaving a faint mark on her red lips. Her hand climbed onto Yun Xiancheng’s body, subconsciously gripping his clothes tightly.

050 Regretting why she didn’t join the cultivation sooner?

Ya Fei’s hands kneaded messy wrinkles into Yun Xiancheng’s clothes, her knuckles turning white, showing she was trying her best to endure the waves of strange sensations. Yun Xiancheng raised his hand and gently brushed away a few strands of sweat-soaked hair from her forehead, just in time to see a crystal-clear drop of sweat, following the bridge of her perky nose,

slowly sliding down.

It refracted a brilliant light in the flickering candlelight, finally dripping onto Yun Xiancheng’s solid chest, leaving a cool sensation.

The scattered water droplets were like mirrors, reflecting Xiao Mei with her flushed face, both hands tightly clutching Yun Xiancheng’s arms. A thick scent of rose mixed with the fragrance of ice orchids spilled over Yun Xiancheng’s body and hands.

The Beauty had gradually adapted to the speed and rhythm of the Spiritual Qi infusion and began to slowly but firmly circulate her Cultivation Method, guiding the surging spiritual energy to flow through her meridians.

She was like a dry sponge, greedily absorbing this pure Spiritual Qi.

For someone with mediocre talent like her, the hardships of cultivation in the past had long been forgotten.

It turned out that in this world, there was such a comfortable and relaxed way of cultivation; it completely overturned her previous understanding. ”Little brother... why didn’t you tell sister sooner... ah, this kind of cultivation... is such a blissful thing?”

Ya Fei’s throat let out intermittent, melodious moans while she asked softly with a hint of coquettishness, her tone full of surprise and intoxication.

”After all... Sister never asked me.”

Yun Xiancheng responded softly with a mischievous grin on his face.

Before her voice could even fade, Ya Fei’s fingertips dug deep into Yun Xiancheng’s clothes, clutching them into a mess of chaotic wrinkles. Her delicate body rose and fell slightly with the intake and exhale of Spiritual Qi, like a small boat tossing in the wind and waves.

The exquisite hair ornament in her hair had long since tilted, and her messy black hair clung damply to her sweat-soaked, snowy-white neck, making her skin appear as fine as congealed fat.

Every breath she took carried an uncontrollable tremor, like a candle flame flickering in the wind, brightening and dimming as if it might go out at any moment, making one unable to resist feeling pity for her.

“Slower... even slower. Only by proceeding step by step can success be achieved naturally.”

Xiao Mei whispered instructions softly in her ear, her breath like orchids, soothing her slightly tense body.

Ya Fei bit her lower lip hard, trying to control the rhythm of her breathing to keep up with the frequency Xiao Mei guided. However, when the second wave of the Spiritual Qi Tide surged forth, she completely lost her footing, and her breathing became erratic.

Immediately after, Ya Fei’s snowy-white back, covered in fine beads of sweat, suddenly arched into an alluring crescent moon shape.

The hair ornament in her hair jingled wildly as well. The green smoke rising from the incense burner was stirred into a vortex by the chaotic Spiritual Qi, changing unpredictably under the candlelight.

Xiao Mei quickly pressed down on her slightly trembling shoulders and comforted her in a soft voice. Her peacock-blue sleeves gently brushed over Ya Fei’s burning skin, bringing a hint of coolness.

“I... I can’t catch my breath...”

Ya Fei murmured with a hint of a sob, her voice charming and moving. Her fingertips unconsciously scratched several faint red marks onto Yun Xiancheng’s firm chest, the touch delicate and slightly numbing.

The third wave of the Spiritual Qi Tide came both fast and fierce, surging like terrifying waves. Her entire body shook violently like a guttering candle. Her red silk dress, which had already been half-shed, slipped completely to her waist, piling up in a heap. Under the candlelight, her sweat-dampened, exquisite collarbone reflected fine...

...and blurred halos of light, making her look even more alluring.

Seeing this, Yun Xiancheng quickly stretched out his arms to catch her swaying body, feeling a sensation of exquisite smoothness.

Only then did he realize that Ya Fei’s back was already covered in a thin layer of fragrant sweat, which shimmered with a pearl-like crystalline luster under the candlelight, breathtakingly beautiful.

Ya Fei suddenly tilted her slender neck back, and the melodious whimpers escaping her throat startled the birds perched on the branches outside the window, sending them fluttering into the night sky.

The peacock-blue light shirt and the tattered red silk dress overlapped, casting mottled shadows on the cold green brick floor, weaving together into a charming...

...painting.

The final moment finally arrived. Ya Fei could no longer endure that flood of pleasure and suddenly bit down on Yun Xiancheng’s shoulder.

Her pearly teeth bit lightly as tears mixed with sweat burst from her eyes, rolling onto Yun Xiancheng’s shoulder, scorching and hot. Her entire body was tensed to the limit, like a fully drawn bowstring that could snap at any moment.

The fragments of the torn silk dress were scattered across the bed like fallen petals, a complete mess.

At the very moment the flood of Spiritual Qi completely poured into her body, Ya Fei’s slightly vacant pupils suddenly dilated, bursting with a brilliant light.

The shackles that had bound her for years, from a nine-star Dou Practitioner to a Dou Master, were completely shattered in this instant, like a river breaking a dam, unstoppable!

By the next morning, as the first ray of sunlight filtered through the window and fell into the room, Nalan Yanran suddenly jolted awake from her sleep, like a dying patient sitting up abruptly.

“Ah? I actually... passed out directly? What happened?”

She rubbed her sleepy eyes in disbelief, looking at her slightly messy clothes. She felt a bit ashamed of her loss of composure last night, her pretty face flushing red like a ripe apple.

Then, with a hint of curiosity, she looked at Ya Fei and Xiao Mei, who were lying peacefully in Yun Xiancheng’s left and right arms.

She saw that both of them had happy and peaceful sleeping faces, with a hint of a satisfied smile at the corners of their mouths. Their faces were full of warmth and sweetness; clearly...

...last night’s “cultivation” experience was very wonderful.

“Damn... when did Senior Brother become so... formidable?”

Nalan Yanran scratched her head in annoyance, feeling quite surprised by her own carelessness and underestimation of the enemy. She secretly regretted it; had she known, she shouldn’t have been so arrogant last night.

She subconsciously touched her dantian. Within her dantian, her Ziwei Mysterious Palace was still trembling, seemingly resonating after being frantically filled with Dou Qi. There’s something strange... Senior Brother has become powerful... and too fierce.

She looked thoughtfully at the three people still asleep, her mind already plotting some mischievous idea, her beautiful eyes flashing with a cunning light.

Suddenly, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, revealing a somewhat wicked smile. Her eyes rippled like a pond, looking quite beautiful. She tiptoed and crawled toward the three still sleeping, her movements as gentle as a kitten trying to sneak a drink of its master’s milk.

051. If everyone steals a bite together, it doesn’t count as stealing.

Yun Xiancheng woke up in a daze, a faint and strange sound reaching his ears, like a small animal gently licking something. The beauties who had been resting on his hands were now awake and gone, at least he didn’t feel the weight of them anymore. It just felt a bit strange... as if something of his was being licked.

With a hint of curiosity, Yun Xiancheng slowly opened his eyes. What met his gaze were three pretty heads.

They were peeking out from the direction of his knees, like three cute kittens surrounding a food bowl, competing to lick the sweet milk spilled by their master, looking both focused and adorable.

This stimulation caused Yun Xiancheng to uncontrollably feed the kittens a thick serving of milk.

The three kittens’ pink tongues danced nimbly, leaving a wet trail on Yun Xiancheng. Crystalline milk stains shimmered on their tongues, emitting an alluringly sweet scent.

Yan Ran must have led this!

Did Yun Xiancheng not know who in the house loved to ”steal a bite” the most?

It must have been Yan Ran starting to steal a bite again, and after being discovered by the two Young ladies, the three of them hit it off and began to ”share” openly.

After all, if one person does it, it’s called stealing, but if everyone eats, then it’s not stealing. That’s right; one must learn to share good things.

Noticing that their master had awakened, the three women looked up in unison and gave Yun Xiancheng a playful smile, their eyes full of cunning and triumph.

Ya Fei half-extended her fragrant tongue, which was stained with milk, and gently licked her succulent red lips. Then, her throat moved slightly with a ”gulp” sound as she...

...drank the milk in her mouth in one go. Her movements were extremely charming and full of temptation.

The morning sunlight filtered through the thin gauze curtains, casting a soft glow in the room. The air was filled with a faint scent of milk, warm and ambiguous.

“Good brother, why didn’t you let this sister into your room sooner? These past few months, you’ve let me keep an empty room all by myself, making me so lonely...” Ya Fei’s eyes were like silk as she gazed at Yun Xiancheng resentfully, her tone coquettish, seemingly aggrieved by her months of ”guarding an empty room.”

“You can’t blame me for that. After all, you were the one who insisted on choosing an auspicious day before you were willing to give yourself to me. Isn’t it your own fault?”

Yun Xiancheng didn’t want to take the blame. He immediately reached out to knead the peaks gathered like clouds and waves surging like anger, feeling the magnificent Beauty of the mountain and river passes. Ya Fei’s face turned bright red from his sudden intimate gesture, and she explained shyly:

“This... it’s because I didn’t know... I didn’t know that being with you would be so... intoxicating.” Her words drew light laughter from the two girls nearby.

Xiao Mei said, “It’s all because Sister Ya Fei was too reserved. If you ask me, Sister should have come sooner. You were destined to be Senior Brother’s dish sooner or later, yet you were still hesitating and stalling. How could you be happy that way?”

Surrounded by the Young ladies, Ya Fei lowered her head. “That’s true. I struggled with my thoughts for too long, and I didn’t see things as clearly as Mei’er.” Yun Xiancheng placed his hand on the Beauty’s cheek and smiled slightly:

“Everything depends on whether you, Ya Fei, are truly willing. As long as there is a hint of hesitation in your heart, I will never force you, let alone take the final step. I will fully respect your wishes.”

Xiao Mei rolled her eyes as she listened from the side, unable to resist complaining, “So fussy.”

Nalan Yanran added, “You clearly want to take girls into the family, but you won’t take the initiative for the last step. How can you be like this? This is the weight of 100 Favorability; at this point, he’s actually pretending he’s not opening a harem.”

Yun Xiancheng thought for a moment. With Favorability at seventy or eighty and a certain amount of intimacy, even if the girl isn’t proactive, he could actually succeed in pushing them down if he took the initiative. “It’s about mutual consent. I support girls taking the initiative the most.”

Yun Xiancheng hesitated for a long while before saying with a lack of confidence, even feeling that his words were a bit hypocritical. “You devil, you’re just lazy! Lately, you’re always slacking off, just lying there waiting for us to take the initiative. It’s really unseemly!”