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

190: Section 190Medicine Lady widened her eyes in sheer horror, filled with shock, shame, and a trace of incredulous confusion.

She stammered, seemingly unable to form a complete sentence, clearly completely stunned by the shocking scene before her.

”Master, I want you to use your mouth...” Yun Xiancheng did not finish his sentence.

”Th-this... how is this possible...”

Her little eyes seemed as if they were about to tear up.

She had always prided herself on being exceptionally intelligent and unrivaled in wit, but in this regard, she felt like an ignorant child, completely unable to comprehend.

She could not even imagine how to use that incredibly thick existence, which resembled a pillar supporting the heavens, or what kind of shocking experience it would bring... In this regard, Yun Xiancheng was her Master.

Watching the innocent maiden-like appearance of Medicine Lady, Yun Xiancheng carefully held her little head and guided her on how to begin using her mouth to...

In the myths of Yun Xiancheng’s hometown, Buzhou Mountain was a magnificent divine mountain that connected heaven and earth. Vast and magnificent.

Compared to Medicine Lady’s physique, this Buzhou Mountain truly displayed the majesty of a divine mountain. The maiden bit down clumsily, her little canine teeth occasionally scraping against the surface of Yun Xiancheng’s Buzhou Mountain. But he was very patient, guiding Medicine Lady.

Soon, Medicine Lady learned to use her tongue, rubbing her delicate little tongue against the surface of Buzhou Mountain... Yun Xiancheng’s expression immediately became comfortable.

Medicine Lady watched with her little eyes as her unfilial Disciple became unnatural under her service, a ripple of pleasant surprise rising in her heart. ”Master... really smart... learned so fast...”

Yun Xiancheng rested his head on Loli Master’s head, panting, and said, ”Mmh, mmh.”

Medicine Lady said something with garbled words, looking very proud.

The cold wind of the night blew by, but the Master and Disciple did not feel cold, only feeling warmth spreading throughout their bodies from where they were in contact.

After a long while, a large amount of milk suddenly sprayed onto Medicine Lady’s nose and mouth. ”!!!”

This huge surge of Dou Qi left Medicine Lady extremely shocked. ”Drink it all, drink it all.”

Yun Xiancheng said hurriedly, telling Medicine Lady not to waste the milk.

Medicine Lady finished drinking the milk with difficulty, a few tears falling from the corners of her eyes. So strange...

The unique fragrance of the milk left a deep impression on Medicine Lady.

She transformed back into her miniature Medicine Lady form, nimbly hiding within Yun Xiancheng’s collar, revealing only a pair of watery, big eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation, as well as a hidden trace of joy and desire.

Yun Xiancheng nodded slightly, turning his gaze toward Yun Yun’s residence, a complex expression flashing in his eyes. He took a deep breath, as if making final preparations for the upcoming ”battle.”

Tonight is truly busy, but... he likes it! He thought to himself.

He then strode toward Yun Yun’s room. Just at this moment!

”Hmm? What is this lecherous fellow doing in the middle of the night?”

Ying was patrolling the surroundings as usual, protecting the safety of the Second Miss of the Gu Clan. Unexpectedly, she saw the ”sneaky” Yun Xiancheng.

She naturally followed him in her heart to see what he wanted to do. Because her concealment technique was extremely profound, no one present discovered her...

She watched as Yun Xiancheng arrived in front of Yun Yun’s room, a thought arising in her heart, and she hid in the shadows, following Yun Xiancheng. At this moment, she heard the Beauty’s cold, clear voice from inside the room.

”You are much earlier than the agreed time.”

The door opened automatically; Yun Yun’s clothes were half-undressed to her waist, her back turned to Yun Xiancheng. Under the moonlight, a beautiful veil was draped over this Master. She spoke slowly, the emotion in her words unclear.

073 Massaging Yun Yun Again

Yun Yun was currently half-undressed, her dark hair like a waterfall cascading down, covering half of her fragrant shoulders, appearing like the moon shrouded in light gauze, adding to her hazy Beauty. Only that back, fair as snow, loomed behind the soft gauze curtains, like a bright moon hidden in the clouds, evoking infinite reverie.

A plain white skirt had just slipped to her slender waist, bashfully covering her perky, full buttocks, and the exposed skin revealed even more charm.

Yun Yun lowered her head slightly, as if trying her best to calm her slightly rapid breathing, and the full curves of her chest rose and fell accordingly. It silently betrayed the tension and shyness in her heart at this moment, like a flower bud about to bloom, delicate and dripping with charm.

”It is because this Disciple has been thinking of you day and night, wishing to see Master’s immortal Beauty again immediately, so I could not restrain my feelings and came early.”

Yun Xiancheng said as he stepped into Yun Yun’s boudoir; the room was still filled with that faint, elegant fragrance of camellias, refreshing the heart and mind, causing all worldly worries to vanish.

Yun Yun slowly raised her beautiful eyes, clear as water, still carrying a faint sense of detachment and coldness, as if the previous charm and tenderness were merely a dream.

At this moment, for some reason, she suddenly became cold.

She swept a glance at Yun Xiancheng indifferently, her tone calm and detached, as if discussing a trivial matter. ”You brat... we... are just doing ordinary massage, Chenger, do not think too much.”

Yun Yun’s tone was cold and distant, as if she were deliberately trying to draw a line with Yun Xiancheng, for fear of getting into some trouble.

Seeing her like this, Yun Xiancheng was not annoyed, but simply nodded obediently, a faint, imperceptible smile playing on his lips, as if he had long since seen through everything.

Seeing her good Disciple being so ”obedient,” the anger Yun Yun had been suppressing in her heart relaxed a bit, and she secretly thought that this wicked Disciple was not entirely unaware of the gravity of the situation.

But regardless... this time she must absolutely not lose her composure again.

She must make the stakes clear to her Disciple; they were, after all, Master and Disciple, and they must never cross the line. This strange relationship was absolutely intolerable to heaven... She had been planning for this moment for a long time.

For these past few months, she had been learning Yun Xiancheng’s massage techniques to temper her state of mind, and now she could barely endure that kind of strange stimulation. She thought that as long as she could be dignified and steady during this massage, this brat Chenger would surely retreat in the face of difficulties.

Thinking this, the coldness on her face grew even more intense, like frost in the depths of winter, rejecting people from a thousand miles away.

Even so, Yun Xiancheng sharply captured the fleeting softness deep in her eyes, and his lips could not help but curl up slightly, thinking to himself:

Master, oh Master, it seems you still want to play hard to get, huh? ”Being able to share Master’s burdens is this Disciple’s duty and greatest honor.”

Yun Xiancheng responded respectfully, his tone humble and his posture submissive, but in his heart, he was already like a beating war drum, eager to try, looking forward to the romantic moment of skin-to-skin contact with his Master again.

Yun Yun nodded slightly, signaling Yun Xiancheng to come forward. She remained sitting upright on the bed, her back turned to Yun Xiancheng, her fair, slender neck as elegant as a swan’s, with smooth and beautiful lines.

Her half-tied dark hair hung down to her fragrant shoulders, further setting off her skin, which was whiter than snow, making one unable to help but want to step forward and caress it, to get a taste of her Beauty.

Yun Xiancheng stepped forward as instructed and came behind Yun Yun. Looking at her cold, ethereal back, a strange feeling rose in his heart, like a cat scratching his heart, itchy and tingly.

She was clearly such a cold and noble fairy, yet she revealed such a charming and moving posture before him.

He was a selfish person; he only hoped that his Beauty would display her Beauty only to him. Therefore, seeing this scene, Yun Xiancheng felt incomparably satisfied inside.

While thinking this, he once again applied the 【Yin Yang Joyful Union Oil】 to his hands, his fingertips glowing with a strange luster.

”Master, is your shoulder and neck uncomfortable today?” Yun Xiancheng asked softly, his tone gentle and considerate, as if treating a fragile treasure, cautious and careful, for fear of disturbing her.

Yun Yun nodded slightly, appearing too shy to speak, and thus sparing with her words, only responding softly: ”Mm, my shoulders and neck feel a bit sore.” ”Then this Disciple will give Master a good massage to soothe them.”

Yun Xiancheng said as he reached out and gently placed his hands on Yun Yun’s slightly stiff, fragrant shoulders.

The moment his oil-slicked fingertips touched her skin, it was still as delicate, smooth, and warm as jade, as if all the beautiful tactile sensations in the world were gathered here, intoxicating.

Yun Yun’s delicate body trembled slightly, seemingly still a bit unaccustomed to this sudden intimate contact.

But she quickly forced herself to calm down, letting Yun Xiancheng’s palms gently knead her shoulders, silently chanting in her heart: It is just this... I... I can accept it.

Yun Xiancheng’s technique was still skillful and gentle, the strength of his fingertips and palms just right, slowly kneading the muscles of Yun Yun’s shoulders and neck, like a spring breeze brushing against a willow, nourishing things silently.

He deliberately slowed his movements, paying more attention to every detail, striving to let Yun Yun feel the ultimate comfort and relaxation, allowing her to completely let down her guard.

At first, Yun Yun still held on to that cold and distant posture, only slightly closing her beautiful eyes, feeling the soreness in her shoulders and neck gradually dissipate into nothingness.

Her breathing was steady and deep, her expression serene and detached, as if she were truly just enjoying an ordinary massage without any other amorous intent mixed in, much like a fairy untainted by the mortal world.

However, as the massage deepened, Yun Xiancheng’s technique gradually became more meticulous. The Yin Yang Joyful Union Oil upon her porcelain skin shimmered with starlike ripples, adding a touch of allure.

His fingertips began to graze and lightly press upon the key acupoints along her shoulders and neck.

The pressure shifted from light to firm, progressing gradually. Each press felt like a warm current flowing into her, seeping thread by thread into the depths of her muscles, soothing every stiff sinew and bone, while also plucking the taut string deep within her heart.

Yun Yun’s breathing began to grow slightly erratic, and a faint ripple appeared on her expression, previously calm as a mirror.

Her dark brows furrowed slightly and her red lips parted; the corners of her mouth, previously pursed tight, relaxed a little, as if she were struggling to suppress some indescribable sensation, appearing both reluctant and yielding, wanting to speak yet hesitant.

Yun Xiancheng was sharp enough to take in these subtle changes in Yun Yun at a glance. He couldn’t help but smile inwardly, thinking to himself:

”This beautiful Master of mine is indeed hard-mouthed but soft-hearted; she cannot resist my massage offensive. That facade of cold, guarded indifference is starting to crumble, revealing her true self.”

He increased the pressure, repeatedly kneading and pressing upon the sensitive acupoints along her shoulders and neck.

At times caressing gently, at others pressing firmly, his technique was unpredictable, yet it always maintained a perfect balance—capable of both soothing her aching muscles and inducing an indescribable, tingling pleasure.

Internally, Yun Yun was incredibly shocked by Yun Xiancheng’s massage technique—this was impossible!

Why, why did she feel this way from just a shoulder rub? The difference from a few months ago... was simply too great.

She could clearly feel that within her long dress, a small stream was overflowing from the Peach Blossom Spring, soaking the dam constructed of white cloth strips.

074 Master indeed misses my technique

Yun Yun was unaware that over these past few months, due to Ya Fei’s fussiness, Yun Xiancheng had experimented with many techniques on her. Now, these soul-stirring, bone-melting skills—originally honed on Ya Fei just to win a Beauty’s smile—were all being unleashed upon his own Master, the Cloud Mist Sect Leader, Yun Yun. It was truly a scene to stir the imagination and set the heart racing.

Yun Yun’s delicate body began to heat up, like ice and snow beginning to melt, and her fair, jade-like skin flushed with a faint, alluring crimson.

She was like a snow lotus atop Kunlun Mountain, blooming quietly under the sun, or like the clouds swirling around Goddess Peak—delicate, vibrant, holy, and mysterious.

She could hold back no longer; her teeth parted slightly as a faint, barely audible moan escaped her, echoing in the stillness like a clear spring in a secluded valley. Though the sound was as soft as a mosquito’s hum, it was like a heavenly melody, ringing clearly in Yun Xiancheng’s ears.

To this filial Disciple, it sounded like a sudden clap of spring thunder, shaking his spirit and instantly igniting the raging fire long hidden in his heart, consuming his reason. ”Mm…”

Yun Yun’s voice was delicate and languid, carrying a faint, elusive nasal tone and an unmistakable charm, like the spring breeze of March brushing against willow branches, or a pot of aged wine—mellow and intoxicating.

It was like melting spring water, infinitely gentle, or a flower bud on the verge of blooming—reluctant yet yielding, plucking at the heartstrings and leaving one intoxicated, unwilling to wake, wishing only to drown in this gentle embrace.

Her beautiful eyes, which had been tightly shut, opened slightly, her gaze dazed and hazy, shedding their usual coldness and sharpness.

In their place was an intoxicating allure and tenderness, like the holy lake atop the Tianshan Mountains—shimmering with ripples, reflecting the stars, and undulating with a temptation that made one want to sink into it, compelling one to explore further.

Her posture, previously upright, began to tilt slightly; like a willow branch swaying in the wind, her delicate body leaned back, soft and limp.

As if she had lost all support, she leaned helplessly against Yun Xiancheng, surrendering all her weight to him, trusting him without reservation. The room was bathed in soft light, which, like a pair of gentle hands, caressed their figures in an atmosphere both intimate and warm.

Outside the window, a few stalks of green bamboo swayed in the breeze, emitting a rustling sound that only highlighted the stillness of the room, as if time itself had frozen, leaving only the sound of their heartbeats.

A few rays of sunlight filtered through the window, casting mottled shadows upon the floor—dreamlike and illusory, adding a touch of poetic charm that left one intoxicated, unwilling to wake.

Her dress slipped from her fragrant shoulders, revealing a vast expanse of smooth, jade-like skin and exquisite collarbones. Under the soft light, they gleamed with a faint, alluring luster, like fine Kunlun jade, radiating a warm and gentle glow.

Yun Yun’s skin was as pure and flawless as a Tianshan snow lotus, and as smooth and supple as the sacred waters of a holy mountain. It made one yearn to reach out and touch it, to feel that silky, delicate texture, and to savor her fragrance—an unforgettable experience for a lifetime.

Yun Xiancheng’s fingers continued to wander across her shoulders and neck, like a trickling stream—gentle and slow—or a breeze brushing past—tender and delicate. He treated her as if she were a priceless treasure, cautious and attentive, fearing that he might hurt her or shatter this beautiful atmosphere.

He could clearly feel the slight trembling of Yun Yun’s delicate body, like a shy flower bud or a startled fawn.

Yun Xiancheng was now certain that she had completely succumbed to his ”massage,” unable to extricate herself, and could only let him manipulate her, doing as he pleased, taking whatever he desired.

He leaned down slightly, bringing his face close to Yun Yun’s ear, where her breath smelled like orchids. In a low, magnetic voice, he asked softly, ”Master, how does it feel? Is it a bit more comfortable?”

His warm breath brushed against her sensitive earlobe like the stroke of a feather, causing her delicate body to tremble once more.

A sound like the low warble of a nightingale escaped her, melodious and moving, or like the spring breeze brushing across a lake, stirring up ripples that set the heart swaying and made it difficult to maintain composure.

At this moment, the usually cold Master was like a docile kitten—languid and alluring—or a shy young maiden. The maiden was bashful and moving, stirring a sense of tenderness in one’s heart, making one long to hold her in their arms and cherish her.

She could no longer maintain her former cold, guarded demeanor. Like an iceberg melting, she had completely shed all her disguises, revealing the coy manner of a young girl—bashful and enchanting, making one’s heart skip a beat.

Yun Yun’s voice had become incredibly seductive, carrying a thick, tremulous note and an unmistakable desire; it was like a heavenly melody that left one intoxicated.

The tail of her voice rose slightly, like an invisible feather gently plucking at Yun Xiancheng’s heartstrings, making it impossible for him to restrain himself—he wanted to pull her into his arms and cherish her fiercely.

”You… you rebellious Disciple… you really… you really are becoming more and more presumptuous…”

Though her mouth still scolded him as a ”rebellious Disciple,” her tone was filled with coquettish affection and indulgence. Where was there even a hint of blame? It was clearly flirtatious banter, heavy with affection and honeyed sweetness, enough to make anyone envious.

Upon hearing this, Yun Xiancheng couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride, the smile on his lips deepening. He couldn’t resist wanting to tease her further to see her bashful expression. It seemed that his hypocritical Master was, indeed, thoroughly enjoying his ”massage.”

Her previous coldness and aloofness were merely a pose—a clumsy attempt to cover up her true feelings, while in reality, her heart was already surging with waves of emotion.

Under the dim, yellow light, her skin was as delicate as congealed fat, emitting an alluring luster that made one yearn to savor it slowly, lingering and becoming intoxicated.

In the corner of the courtyard, a stone lantern emitted a dim, yellow light, casting the shadows of bamboo onto the white wall.

The light was mottled, like a scroll of ink-wash painting, full of poetic charm, leaving one intoxicated and reluctant to leave.

A breeze brushed past, and the bamboo leaves rustled, as if whispering a moving story, stirring the imagination and leaving one intoxicated.

Yun Xiancheng’s fingers wandered slowly across her back, like a spring breeze brushing over the earth—gentle and warm—or like a mountain stream moistening the parched land. Every movement was filled with love and provocation, as if he were playing a silent symphony, plucking at the deepest desires in her heart, leaving her unable to stop, only able to sink deeper.

Her dark hair, originally pinned up like clouds, had long since come undone, cascading down like a black waterfall and veiling half of her beautiful face. Her former coldness was gone, replaced by a languid air that stirred one’s heart with pity, making one long to pull her into their arms and cherish her, forever and ever.

The Beauty seemed to want to speak yet hesitated, like a bashful begonia, with glimmers of tears at the corners of her eyes. It stirred an infinite sense of tenderness, making one long to pull her into their arms, cherish her, and never be parted from her, for all eternity.

Her originally dignified and elegant posture had long since vanished, replaced by an overwhelming bashfulness. Where was even a shred of the Sect Leader’s dignity left? She leaned softly against Yun Xiancheng, resembling nothing so much as a pool of melting spring water.