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

191: Section 191Her dress was in complete disarray, half-slipped down to her slender waist. It was like snow falling on the Heavenly Mountains, frost covering the peaks—a world of silver, exceptionally enchanting and breathtakingly beautiful, making one lose themselves in it, unable to pull away.

Yun Yun’s hand rested gently on Yun Xiancheng’s face. The coldness in her eyes was gone, replaced only by tenderness and bashfulness. Author’s Note:

When the road ends, build a divine bridge.

This chapter has been edited; the original version is in the group.

075 Deep Master-Disciple Affection

Yun Yun caressed Yun Xiancheng’s face, while a trace of a smile appeared at the corner of Yun Xiancheng’s mouth as his palm slid down from her shoulder.

Yun Yun’s slender waist tensed slightly in his hands for a moment. Her fair skin flushed with a faint layer of pink.

Sensing her beloved Disciple’s palm and suspecting it was crossing the line, Yun Yun originally intended to scold him to uphold her dignity as a Master... However, before she could speak, as Yun Xiancheng’s fingertips drew closer, she lost control of her emotions, and her delicate body trembled.

As Yun Yun exhaled, her voice trembled slightly, as if a hidden fragrance were floating about, carrying a few strands of a different kind of charm—half-reproachful, half-resentful, yet full of lingering affection.

Just as the lake of her heart rippled and her affection grew stronger, Ying’s figure was climbing through the window.

Although she was a dignified Dou Huang, a figure of some standing in the Jiama Empire, for Ying, climbing through a window was one thing, but the most shocking thing was... ”? Wait? What are these two doing?”

Ying muttered to herself, her small hand unconsciously covering her mouth to prevent herself from making a sound. Her porcelain-like face was now filled with shock, her almond eyes wide.

She never would have expected that the Cloud Mist Sect Dou Huang, who appeared so dignified and cold and aloof before outsiders that day...

Would actually look so full of spring passion and seductive to the bone in front of her own beloved Disciple. It was truly like two different people, a world of difference.

Yun Yun tried in vain to stop Yun Xiancheng’s increasingly bold palm, but she sadly discovered that her entire body was limp and numb, as if the bones had been removed from her limbs.

She was soft and powerless, unable to muster even a bit of strength. She could only watch helplessly as she let that lecher do as he pleased, taking whatever he wanted.

Yun Xiancheng’s fingers gently kneaded her slender waist, which could be encircled by a single hand. It seemed slow but was actually fast; his strength grew gentler and his movements slower, as if he were unhurriedly plucking the strings of a zither.

The movement of Yun Xiancheng’s fingertips seemed to be plucking strings, performing elegant music.

His beautiful Master had lost all power to resist, like a gorgeous ancient zither singing softly because of Yun Xiancheng’s performance. The breathing of the two grew heavier and heavier.

For a moment, the temperature in the room slowly rose along with the hot, moist air they exhaled almost in sync. The sticky breath was like invisible threads, winding and permeating every corner of the room.

It made everyone’s face in the room turn rosy. Their body temperatures had converged, and their moods were somewhat similar.

At this time, the miniature Medicine Lady was hiding within Yun Xiancheng’s wide robes, greedily feeling the burning body temperature gradually rising from him.

At the same time, because Yun Xiancheng’s movements increased in range, the miniature Medicine Lady involuntarily rolled around inside his collar like a naughty bead.

Unknowingly, she rolled all the way down to the vicinity of his belt before finally coming to a stop. ”Mmm, where is this place?”

The miniature Medicine Lady rubbed her small eyes and muttered in a somewhat babyish voice, then continued to crawl downward along Yun Xiancheng’s belt toward the deep, dark place.

In her confusion, she suddenly saw a towering ”small mountain” that was even a circle larger than her tiny body. She was instantly frightened and froze in place, not daring to move.

At this moment, Yun Yun was completely intoxicated by this extreme comfort and pleasure, as if she were walking among the clouds, feeling ethereal and immortal.

The coldness she used to feign had long been tossed to the back of her mind, completely gone. At this moment, only instinctive enjoyment remained in her heart, and she could no longer care about anything else. ”Master... Is it because this place is also very sore and swollen?”

Yun Xiancheng lowered his voice and asked softly in her ear, his tone carrying a playful, mischievous chuckle.

This mischievous chuckle made Yun Yun’s heart skip a beat. She knew Yun Xiancheng was about to do something again.

But for some reason, she no longer opposed him. Instead, she secretly swallowed her saliva and said nothing more.

As Yun Yun swallowed, Yun Xiancheng’s fingers became even more unscrupulous, beginning to explore those two magnificent divine mountains. Now Yun Yun was a bit flustered; this kind of behavior was something she was experiencing for the first time.

To her, this was a completely unknown territory. ”No... don’t...”

She rejected her Disciple somewhat fearfully, but how could her good Disciple listen?

On the contrary, Yun Xiancheng explored the two divine mountains even more boldly. Soon, he gently touched the two tender red lotuses at the peaks of the mountains. Yun Yun felt as if a numbing current instantly spread through her spine.

She lifted her head slightly, nearly losing consciousness because of this current. But she was a Dou Huang after all.

She clenched her silver teeth, trying her best to restrain the exclamation that was about to escape her mouth. Her pretty face had long since turned as red as blood. She instinctively wanted to stop Yun Xiancheng’s increasingly outrageous actions, but her whole body was limp and powerless.

She could only let out a few breaths as faint as a mosquito’s buzz, which only added to the ambiguous atmosphere. ”Mm... don’t... don’t do this... Xiancheng...”

Yun Yun spoke intermittently, her voice already so charming it almost didn’t sound like her own, carrying a heavy nasal tone and a hint of irrepressible bashfulness, soft and boneless.

”Master... Master just has a sore neck and shoulders... You... you wicked Disciple... stop... stop fooling around...”

She was still saying words of blame and reprimand, but her tone was already weak and extremely charming. Where was there any dignity left of a Master? It clearly sounded more like a lover’s coquettish complaint—playing hard to get—rather than a Master’s stern lecture to a Disciple; it lacked even half a shred of authority. Hearing her bone-deep charming voice, Yun Xiancheng’s heart couldn’t help but ripple.

While this Master and Disciple pair were in a romantic haze, the other two in the room were not doing so well.

Ying knelt on the floor, smelling a peculiar fragrance in the room, and couldn’t help but let her hand stroke her own graceful body.

She was also a Beauty. To be able to serve as the personal maid of the Second Miss of the Gu Clan, she was considered the most outstanding female of the younger generation among the Gu Clan’s servant tribes. But precisely because she was just a servant, in all her years, she had never explored her own body.

After all, a maid like her only needed to serve the Second Miss; she wasn’t supposed to have extra emotions. But today...

Ying’s small hands moved clumsily. ”So strange...”

A few tears unconsciously welled up in the corners of her eyes, seemingly because of this unique sensation.

This lewd barbarian from the Northwest Continent, the evil barbarian who wanted to ruin her Master’s harem, how was he becoming... more and more good-looking? Waves rose in her heart; she could no longer remain as calm as before.

076 Breaking the Bottom Line

Ripples rose in the lake of Ying’s heart. Perhaps it was because her own Master’s strong interest in Yun Xiancheng’s harem had influenced her, but her level of acceptance for this erotic scene before her was unexpectedly high.

The young girl’s pair of dark, bright eyes stared unblinkingly at Yun Xiancheng, as if treating him like a delicious delicacy she couldn’t wait to taste. The movements of her hands also grew faster.

Her gaze followed Yun Xiancheng’s fingertips. She saw those fingertips moving over Yun Yun’s cream-like skin like a snake’s tongue—gentle, nimble, and wandering.

Ying also learned from Yun Xiancheng’s technique, increasing her speed, trying to imitate that essence.

Yun Xiancheng’s technique was like performing a heart-stirring, lingering musical movement. Every note was soft and beautiful, lingering in the air, making one intoxicated.

Unfortunately, she was merely a clumsy imitator, capturing only the form but not the spirit.

If Yun Xiancheng’s massage were only at this level, Yun Yun probably would have woken up long ago and scolded him for overstepping the rules.

But Yun Xiancheng was an expert in this field after all. In this regard, he wouldn’t lose to anyone! He could make his own Master lose her defenses; he naturally had his unique methods!

Although Ying’s cultivation level was higher than Yun Xiancheng’s, as the old saying goes, there is an order to learning the Way, and everyone has their own specialty.

A high cultivation level doesn’t necessarily mean strong techniques. Her technique was nothing more than a clumsy imitation!

As for the miniature Medicine Lady, she was currently sitting atop a certain small mountain on Yun Xiancheng’s body.

She curiously sized up this ”Buzhou Mountain.” Now, her size wasn’t even as large as it.

She tentatively hugged this ”Buzhou Mountain.” A thick masculine scent rushed toward her, turning her small face red.

Previously, she had used her mouth to take in this mountain, but now, in her miniature state, hugging the whole thing had a different kind of flavor. ”Hehe, Chenger must be teasing his Master Yun right now. Let me have some fun teasing him too.”

Before her voice could fade, Medicine Lady had already exerted all her efforts to begin her grand undertaking of ”teasing” Master.

Yun Xiancheng was just about to tease Yun Yun when he suddenly felt a strange sensation wash over him. Something was wrong—what exactly was going on?

Yun Xiancheng hastily lowered his head and looked toward the source of the sensation, quickly discovering the cause. The miniature Medicine Lady was gone; in her place, someone was vigorously climbing his ”Buzhou Mountain.”

What kind of novel plaything is this? ”Hah, you!”

At this moment, Yun Yun could no longer maintain her previously feigned cold and aloof demeanor.

Her heart had completely crumbled, surrendering to Yun Xiancheng’s increasingly unrestrained and audacious massage, unable to reclaim even a shred of reason.

She felt as if she were atop the clouds of the Nine Heavens, floating in immortal bliss. Simultaneously, her thoughts plunged into what she perceived as hell.

A powerful conflict clashed in her mind, and eventually, hell triumphed over the Nine Heavens. An evil thought—or rather, what Yun Yun considered an evil thought—began to sprout.

Looking at her handsome Disciple before her, her heart pounded wildly. She actually took the initiative, pinning Yun Xiancheng down onto the bed.

The miniature Medicine Lady was flung away by this move, getting stuck in the wall with a ”splat” before slowly flying out with a dissatisfied look in her eyes. If the matter were exposed, she would take full responsibility, saying she was the one who seduced Xiancheng, ensuring he wouldn’t bear any infamy.

As her heart completely surrendered, Yun Yun’s delicate body trembled more violently, her skin turning as hot as fire, and her breathing becoming as rapid as a bellows.

Seeing his Master’s agitated expression, Yun Xiancheng instead relaxed, letting her do as she pleased.

Yun Yun gazed blankly at her Disciple’s handsome face, her mind filled with a thousand thoughts as the past flooded back like a tide.

Then, she gently kissed Yun Xiancheng, having already made up her mind.

She would give him everything she had without reservation, letting him take whatever he wanted and do as he pleased.

As if having made a momentous decision, Yun Yun cupped Yun Xiancheng’s face in her hands, gazing pitifully at her good Disciple. Then, she took the initiative to kiss Yun Xiancheng’s lips.

This kiss was as fierce as a storm and as sweet as honey, devouring him in an instant. Yun Xiancheng did not refuse; instead, he responded passionately, engaging in a deep kiss with Yun Yun.

With a flushed face, she whispered into his ear, ”Be gentler...”

Crystal tears hung at the corners of her eyes, carrying a hint of delicate weakness and an indescribable sense of relief. Perhaps, deep down, she had been anticipating this scene.

Perhaps she had long yearned to stay with her Disciple forever, rather than watching him leave while she remained alone in her room. Before this, she had always thought it was but an unattainable dream.

The relief deep in Yun Yun’s heart likely stemmed from the happiness of this dream coming true.

Hearing this whisper of tacit consent and indulgence, Yun Xiancheng could no longer restrain himself. He kissed Yun Yun again, and like a swallow returning to its nest, they became closely joined.

Yun Yun’s delicate body shuddered violently as an unimaginable sensation surged straight to her brain.

It started with pain—a stinging sensation reached her mind—but immediately following was a unique, strange, and comfortable feeling that spread throughout her entire body.

Yun Yun felt as though she were about to completely break down. Her whole body was numb and weak, her consciousness began to blur, and her vision darkened in waves.

She squeezed her eyes shut, and crystal tears even seeped from the corners—an expression of shyness, resistance, and moreover, uncontrollable passion. At this moment, a light snow was falling outside the window.

More than ten years ago, Yun Yun had picked up an infant with starlight shining in his eyes amidst a heavy snowfall, and the gears of fate began to turn.

More than ten years later, that tiny infant had grown into a man, affectionately kissing his most beloved Master and about to be united with her. This Master and Disciple pair from the Cloud Mist Sect had finally reached their fruition, while the other two in the room also grew increasingly heated.

Little did they know that the figure hidden in the shadows had already fallen to her knees, her beautiful eyes fixed intently on the increasingly heated, nearly out-of-control Master and Disciple in the room.

She swallowed hard, her pretty face covered in a deep blush.

She hadn’t expected this Master and Disciple to take the next step! This... this...

For a pure young girl, this realm was equally unknown. Her legs felt as heavy as lead, making her unable to move. She was, after all, a curious soul, watching the Cloud Mist Master and Disciple intently.

Her eyes seemed to have been placed under a binding spell, not daring to look away for even a second for fear of missing any exciting moment.

077 Yan Ran, I have already shown proper filial piety to Master; do not spread rumors.

Since the hazy veil between Yun Xiancheng and Yun Yun had been lifted and their relationship had reached a breakthrough, a brand-new problem had appeared before Yun Xiancheng.

That was how to guide Yun Yun to willingly accept Yan Ran, and even more beauties, to share this perhaps somewhat ”unorthodox” future together.

Although the actions between her and her Disciple had quietly crossed the boundaries of Master-Disciple etiquette, making her calmly accept a situation where ”multiple women serve one husband”...

Yun Xiancheng didn’t know how to proceed. Of course, Yun Xiancheng also didn’t know...

...Yun Yun’s inner thoughts after the night of revelry.

Perhaps she would still persist, or maybe she would look at his little girlfriends with the posture of an elder.

However, there was no need to rush this matter; love is something that flows steadily and nurtures things silently.

Moreover, there were still many charming beauties by his side awaiting his company; if he favored one over the others, it would be unfair and lose its Beauty. ”I say, Senior Brother, why were you so... gentlemanly yesterday?”

Nalan Yanran stood with her hands on her slender waist, her eyes shifting with a hint of coquettishness and confusion.

She seemed to have some complaints about Yun Xiancheng’s behavior of holding Master yesterday but ”stopping at the right point,” feeling he was a bit too ”restrained.”

Hearing this, Yun Xiancheng chuckled inwardly, naturally not intending to reveal the matter of Medicine Lady. His eyes darted as he found a high-sounding reason and explained solemnly:

”Cough, your Senior Brother was... worried that Master might get over-excited and lose her composure in front of her Disciple, which would be embarrassing for her. So I stopped there, thinking to save her some face.”

Hearing this, Yan Ran hummed softly, half-coquettishly and half-teasingly scolding:

”Yan Ran doesn’t believe you. Since when did a guy like you care about that?” ”When my knees were pressed against my shoulders...”

”When you picked up that girl Mei’er, leaving her legs dangling as she cried and begged for mercy...”

”When you were rubbing Sister Ya Fei’s towering... cough... while bullying her from behind, why didn’t I see you being so gentle and considerate of our face?”

Nalan Yanran’s words, tinged with a bit of playfulness and jealousy, did not provoke any anger in Yun Xiancheng; instead, they ignited the love in his heart.

With a stretch of his long arm, he pulled the charming Junior Sister before him into his embrace once more.

His warm lips gently pressed against her slightly pouting red lips, savoring the fragrance and sweetness unique to her. Caught off guard by the embrace, Nalan Yanran felt a familiar and reassuring aura envelop her; her exquisite face instantly flushed, and her long eyelashes trembled like the wings of a startled butterfly.

Yun Xiancheng’s kiss was gentle yet carried an irresistible lingering passion, with a faint trace of aggression that tugged at her heartstrings and quickened her breath.

She unconsciously closed her eyes, indulging in this rare tenderness, feeling the firmness and warmth of his embrace and that reassuring sense of belonging.

After a long time, this lingering kiss slowly came to an end, the air filled with an ambiguous atmosphere. Yun Xiancheng rested his forehead against hers, his voice slightly low and husky from emotion as he spoke slowly:

”Furthermore, in the latter half of the night, your Senior Brother specifically snuck back to spend some time alone with Master, enjoying our world for two.” ”What?!”