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

253: Section 253Precisely meeting the tip of Yun Xiancheng’s sword.

The two forces collided, producing a deafening roar. Yun Ling was shaken back several steps by the massive counter-shock, a trace of fresh blood leaking from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were filled with disbelief; this kid had actually managed to push him to such an extent!

”This... just what kind of Dou Technique is this?!” Yun Ling roared inwardly. He had never seen such a bizarre and powerful sword technique; every move seemed to contain an independent world.

Yun Xiancheng gave him no chance to breathe, as the fourth form of the sword dance unfolded.

Within the sword light, a faint pill fragrance wafted out, carrying the charm of Blackrock City’s alchemy. The sword momentum became more restrained, yet it contained the power of an endless cycle, as smooth and flawless as a medicinal pill, yet hiding profound mysteries.

The tip of the sword flicked lightly; it seemed non-lethal, yet it made Yun Ling feel an invisible pressure.

Yun Ling’s face turned deathly pale; he could feel the eeriness of this sword strike. He let out a roar, pushing the Dou Qi in his body to the limit, his longsword dancing like the wind as he tried to construct an airtight defense.

However, that sword light was like a living thing, weirdly bypassing his defense and lightly tapping his chest. ”Puff!”

Yun Ling’s chest was struck by the sword light. Although it didn’t cause a fatal injury, a strange force instantly invaded his body, making him groan. He flew backward in a pathetic state, crashing heavily onto the ground before struggling to climb back up. His eyes were filled with fear; this was no longer an attack he could easily neutralize! This kid could actually wound him!

Yun Xiancheng’s sword momentum didn’t stop. In the fifth form of the sword dance, desert sands filled the air within the sword light, and snake-shaped Dou Qi could be seen faintly entwining, carrying a wild and lethal aura.

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

A flash of madness crossed his eyes. 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 trump card—the High-level Xuan Class Dou Technique, Wind’s Extreme: Falling Sun Glow!

A blinding light erupted from the tip of his sword, like a falling sunset, carrying a power that could destroy everything as it charged straight at Yun Xiancheng. This was his hidden trump card, his final hope! He wanted to use this move to completely obliterate this bizarre youth! However, Yun Xiancheng merely looked at that light calmly, without a single ripple in his eyes.

The longsword in his hand trembled slightly. The final form of the sword dance—also 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, carrying a vast intent that cleansed heaven and earth.

The sword momentum was like a churning sea of clouds, and also like ten thousand bolts of lightning, merging all of Yun Xiancheng’s memories, all his power, and all his emotions into this single strike.

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

”Sword emerges from Cloud Mist, shaking Jia Ma!”

The sword light and the light of ”Falling Sun Glow” collided instantly. There was no world-shaking explosion, only a slight sound of shattering. Yun Ling’s ”Falling Sun Glow” was instantly torn apart 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. All the fear, unwillingness, and resentment in his eyes froze at this moment. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only let out a faint sigh, filled with endless regret and unwillingness.

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

The Great Elder of the Cloud Mist Sect, the Peak Dou Wang powerhouse Yun Ling, had thus fallen, dying by the final form of the High-level Di Class Dou Technique Yun Xiancheng had just created—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 feat 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 noticing Yun Ling’s death, they immediately pulled away from Little Lioness Yun Yan, looking at him with solemn expressions, 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 had a few conversations. Now that they were facing each other in battle, he felt a bit of a sigh, perhaps.

Yun Xiancheng wasn’t very 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 events of the Cloud Mist Sect in his past memories were far less important than his memories of Yun Yun and Nalan Yanran.

”Several Martial Uncles, you certainly are bold, daring to besiege my junior sister.” Yun Xiancheng faced them, cupping his fists as he said, ”Then allow Xiancheng to test your cultivation.”

Hearing this, one elder’s brow furrowed as he asked in a heavy voice, ”Yun Xiancheng, do you really intend to become a complete enemy of the Cloud Mist Sect?”

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

This was the Cloud Mist Sect he knew. If Yun Shan wanted to become the Sect Leader again and cast Yun Yun aside, that would be an unforgivable betrayal.

He wouldn’t worry because the people he had to kill were familiar strangers he’d met a few times. Especially in such a major battle, that kind of indecisive mindset would not appear.

Everyone had their own stance. He had his Cloud Mist; this was a red line he would never doubt.

”In that case, Yun Xiancheng, draw your sword. Let’s see your progress over these last few years,” a Dou Wang Elder said in a heavy voice, a hint of determination in his eyes. Yun Xiancheng nodded slightly, and the longsword in his hand was unsheathed once more as the ”Yunlan Sword Dance” was initiated again.

This time, with the help of Little Lioness Yun Yan and Xiao Yan, the battle was even more one-sided. After another short period, these Dou Wangs and Dou Lings turned into withered bones, falling onto the Cloud Lan Mountain before being blown by the wind, turning into a spray of dust and vanishing without a trace.

”Senior Brother... I’m so tired.”

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

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

Yun Xiancheng also took the little lioness into his arms, rubbing both ”Yaners’” heads with a hint of doting in his eyes.

Hmm... after going to Jia Nan Academy, there’s also Zi Yan. There are quite a few ”Yaners” around me, Yun Xiancheng thought, a faint, imperceptible smile curling 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 descended to the ground with the two ”Yaners.”

”Take good care of Xiao Yan until I return,” Yun Xiancheng instructed Nalan Yanran, then looked at Little Lioness Yun Yan and said seriously, ”Protect them.” Little Lioness Yun Yan puffed out her chest and replied in a babyish voice, ”Mm!”

At this moment, Medicine Lady’s soul body came from Xiao Yan’s mind into Yun Xiancheng’s mind with a ”kua” sound. ”Little Chengzi, 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? Just a child, right?” Cai Lin’s malicious voice came through, carrying a hint of provocation.

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

”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 expressed beyond words.

Medicine Lady looked at Cai Lin’s ”size,” her eyes wide with rage, so angry 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 mockery. 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 charming wife.” Cai Lin chuckled twice and said no more, turning back into an invisible stream of consciousness floating about, but that playfulness had not dissipated.

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

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

Medicine Lady instantly stopped panicking. She glared at Cai Lin, who had turned into a stream of consciousness, 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 string of questions in a tone filled with concern and heartache.

Yun Xiancheng smiled and picked her up, feeling her petite body.

”Holding Master, this disciple is no longer tired, weary, or exhausted,” he responded softly, his tone filled with reliance and satisfaction. ”Mmm... 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 said, turning her head slightly with an expression that took it for granted, her tone filled with pride.

Cai Lin was left speechless this time, not knowing how to respond. She could only turn back into a stream of consciousness once more, floating in the depths of Yun Xiancheng’s conscious space.

”Well, now your Master Yun and the Big Lion are still in a hard battle, so let me lend you a hand.” Medicine Lady rested her hand on Yun Xiancheng’s shoulder 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 she quickly responded. 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 powers and consciousnesses perfectly combining.

Yun Xiancheng snapped his eyes open. His hair had now turned snow-white, and white flames burned deep within his pupils, exuding an otherworldly aura.

His aura also climbed steadily, like a rocket, reaching Nine-Star Dou Huang! He could clearly sense Medicine Lady’s presence; at this moment, they were like a single entity, sharing power and connected in senses.

”Can I merge so perfectly with Chenger?” Medicine Lady’s doubt flashed through Yun Xiancheng’s mind simultaneously, 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 my 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; exerting too much power would cause her to fall into a deep sleep, and he didn’t want her to take the risk.

213: Battling Yun Shan

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

Though they couldn’t perceive it clearly, they could vaguely feel a powerful soul force perfectly merging with Yun Xiancheng’s physical body, making his hair white as snow and causing two clusters of flickering white flames to ignite deep in his pupils, exuding an otherworldly pressure.

Recalling the brief eruption of Dou Zong aura from Xiao Yan not long ago, the two protectors guessed that there must be a powerful expert’s soul hiding on them, capable of possession.

If they could win, they would have an extra harvest—a powerful expert’s soul! How many ordinary souls of the Northwest Continent could that be worth? A hint of greed and excitement flashed in their eyes, as if they could already see themselves receiving rewards.

But fantasy was just fantasy. After these two Hall of Souls 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 Hall of Souls 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, even being faintly suppressed. Where on earth did they end up? Is this still the Northwest Continent? Had they encountered the outstanding disciples of the Eight Clans? Why was it so difficult?

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

”Yun Shan, why haven’t you moved yet? You’re being stopped by two Dou Huang? Are you still a Dou Zong?” Heron Protector shouted, his tone full of dissatisfaction and questioning.

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

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

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

But thinking that he was their outsourced help, he immediately lost his spirit and could only swallow his resentment.

”Your era has passed, Yun Shan,” Yun Yun said slowly in front of him, her tone calm yet confident.

After her disciple reappeared, she no longer felt the previous sense of urgency. But having thought it through meant she had truly understood; she realized that Yun Xiancheng was her whole life. These eighteen years of life with Xiancheng were what truly made up the person 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 the domain of Yun Xiancheng’s ”Cloud Above Heavenly Palace,” their Dou Qi flowed more smoothly, and their power was boosted.

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 Huang, which made him feel a bit of irony. ”Hehe, hehe.” Yun Shan looked at Yun Yun’s righteous expression, his heart filled with chill.

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

But he didn’t expect that right after coming out of seclusion, he would encounter so many variables, being slapped in the face repeatedly by his juniors, and even the backer he relied on had no time to help him.

Is the script wrong? Yun Shan was doubting himself, a hint of regret and confusion rising deep in his heart. But Yun Xiancheng had already approached step by step, wings spreading, giving him no more time to think.

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

He walked slowly with every step, yet it was as if he were on level ground, strolling among the clouds, carrying a charm that transcended 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 on all the world’s conflicts.

”Old Sect Leader 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.

Carrying the tone of a judge.

”Yun Xiancheng, Yun Yun... Usurpers.” Yun Shan looked at Yun Xiancheng’s face, dazed for a moment before slowly replying, his tone full of unwillingness and resentment, yet carrying a hint of unhideable weakness.

Yun Shan’s insults were non-aggressive, even showing his weakness and powerlessness. His former majesty vanished at this moment.

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

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—both brainless. Fortunately, Yun Ling wasn’t on his side; otherwise, it would be a miserable state.

”Master, Ziyi.” Yun Xiancheng drew his sword and looked at them, his eyes full of trust and tacit understanding. The 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 Leader.

”The Cloud Mist Sect is finished. Not many 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. ”You, old man, should go down and accompany the other disciples.”

Before her voice fell, the three of them struck at the same time, moving faster than the speed of sound, attacking Yun Shan from three directions. Their figures left three afterimages in the air, all carrying the momentum of a thunderbolt.

Yun Xiancheng and Yun Yun were the first to strike. Master and disciple were of one heart and mind, each performing the Wind Spirit Fractal Sword. Their sword Qi interlaced 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 attempted to fight two at once.

These three, theoretically the past, present, and future Sect Leaders of Cloud Mist, fought above Yun Lan Mountain. Dou Qi surged, and the clouds changed color; every strike carried destructive power.

The green Dou Qi longswords of both sides collided fiercely in the air, producing deafening roars, 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 as if it were twisting.

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 coordination has improved.” Yun Shan’s heart sank, sensing trouble. Setting aside the fact that Yun Xiancheng and Yun Yun’s joint Wind Spirit Fractal Sword attack could already fight him head-on.

The fact that the Amethyst Winged Lion King’s Beast Fire could be used this way was completely beyond his expectations, causing him a hint of fear.

He abruptly cut off his Dou Qi to prevent the Beast Fire from reaching him. Then, five Wind Spirit Fractal Swords appeared out of thin air behind Yun Shan, carrying sharp killing intent. But Yun Shan tore with his hand, dispersing the Wind Spirit Fractal Swords Yun Xiancheng had generated out of thin air.

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

The purple Beast Fire ignited a sea of fire in the sky, dyeing half the sky purple and reflecting Yun Shan’s distorted face. Within the sea of fire, Yun Xiancheng stepped out on clouds, his figure appearing even more divine amidst the flames, like a god emerging from fire.

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

”Barking incessantly. If you truly had the ability, you wouldn’t just be flapping your lips.” Yun Xiancheng mocked, his tone full of disdain and contempt. Hearing Yun Xiancheng’s mockery, Yun Shan became annoyed and immediately increased his Dou Qi output, trying to teach this kid a lesson. He abruptly drew his sword, carrying

surging Dou Qi and slashing at Yun Xiancheng.

Yun Xiancheng’s sword met Yun Shan’s, producing a crisp clashing sound. In an instant, the two exchanged dozens of rounds, sword shadows layering and Dou Qi surging. Looking at Yun Xiancheng, whose expression remained unchanged, the annoyance in Yun Shan’s heart grew heavier. He desperately wanted to kill Yun Xiancheng to vent the resentment in his heart...