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

310: Section 310There was not a trace of falsehood in that urging, only wholehearted trust and indulgence towards her own husband.

The bedroom door was slightly ajar, a warm orange candlelight seeping through the crack, along with a faint, soothing scent of sandalwood. Clearly, the person inside had meticulously prepared everything.

Yun Xiancheng stopped before the door. He straightened his clothes slightly, took a deep breath, smoothing out the ripples that had stirred in his heart during his earlier intimacy with Xun’er.

He replaced them with his usual gentleness and composure, then reached out and pushed open the heavy wooden door.

Yun Xiancheng saw the two beauties kneeling inside the room.

They were wearing that all-too-familiar standard Jia Nan Academy student uniform.

The stiff fabric clung tightly to their bodies, the badges on their chests reflecting a cold light under the candle’s glow.

This uniform, representing diligence and honor, seemed utterly out of place in the current scene, filled with a certain forbidden implication.

When the door was pushed open and Yun Xiancheng appeared, Xue Ni’s heart clenched violently, all the blood in her body rushing to her head. He walked in.

Carrying the lingering moisture and the clean scent of soap, leisurely, calmly, he entered this cage, specially arranged for him and brimming with an ambiguous atmosphere.

Xue Ni’s mind went blank. She could only follow Xiao Yu’s repeated, earnest instructions, stiffly leaning forward, pressing her forehead tightly against the cool bedsheet, assuming a posture representing complete submission and offering.

”P-please... Classmate Cheng...” she spoke, her voice trembling uncontrollably, each word seeming squeezed from the depths of her throat.

She used all her strength to utter the words shameful enough to make her wish to die on the spot: ”Please... accept my ().”

338 The Mediocre Girl

After saying this, Xue Ni buried her head even deeper, not daring to lift it an inch.

Seeing this, Yun Xiancheng shook his head helplessly. He could sense that Xiao Yu, kneeling beside her, was looking at him with a smiling gaze—a gaze carrying a hint of ’husband, praise me’ pride.

Who knew how much persuasion Xiao Yu had expended, what kind of talk she had filled Xue Ni with, just to make her say those words. Silence lasted a few seconds. To Xue Ni, those brief seconds felt like years.

Shyness, confusion, and other thoughts flooded her consciousness. At that moment, Xue Ni felt as insignificant as a speck of dust. But then, the light footsteps stopped right in front of her.

Immediately after, a slender, slightly calloused, warm finger gently hooked under her chin, lifting her face with a gentle, tender force.

Xue Ni was forced to meet Yun Xiancheng’s gaze.

It was a pair of eyes deep as the night sky, containing not a hint of amusement or scorn, only pure, gentle scrutiny. He simply looked at her quietly, as if seeing through all the inferiority and unease deep within her soul.

”After tonight,” he spoke slowly, his clear, mellow voice possessing a strange magic that made Xue Ni’s frantic heartbeat slow by half a beat, ”you need not address me as ’classmate’ anymore.”

Xue Ni’s gaze instinctively wanted to dodge, to escape that overly focused stare.

But within that gentle gaze, all her tension, fear, and shame seemed to melt and dissolve like winter snow meeting warm sunlight. In the end, she was left with only a pure, bewildered submission.

She looked into his eyes, her throat moving slightly, squeezing out a weak, almost inaudible syllable from her lips. ”Mm.”

The moment that sound fell, it seemed to drain all her reason. Sister Yu’s words echoed in her ears again—’Just saying it is useless; you must prove your resolve with action!’

A surge of reckless courage, coming from who knows where, suddenly seized her. Xue Ni closed her eyes, her body reacting before her mind.

She lunged forward abruptly, stretched out her arms, and tightly hugged Yun Xiancheng’s lean, strong waist. Then, tilting her head up, she pressed her own cold, trembling lips haphazardly against his.

Yun Xiancheng’s body stiffened for a moment, clearly slightly surprised by her sudden initiative.

But that surprise vanished in an instant, replaced by a soft chuckle tinged with indulgence. He did not push her away.

On the contrary, a pair of strong arms encircled her waist, easily, effortlessly lifting her entire person from her kneeling posture.

In a dizzying whirl, Xue Ni only felt her body become weightless. The next moment, she was tightly held in his embrace. Immediately after, Yun Xiancheng leaned back, and the two of them fell together onto the soft, spacious bed. Xue Ni lay fully pressed against his warm, firm chest, feeling his steady, powerful heartbeat.

Her kiss was less a kiss and more a simple pressing of lips together—stiff, cold, utterly without skill. She didn’t know what to do next; her mind was blank.

Xue Ni was a mediocre girl.

Just like her year of struggle in the Inner Academy, she was ordinary, without exceptional talent or a prominent family background. Her cultivation speed wasn’t fast, one could even say slow. Her interpersonal skills weren’t smooth enough; she even had her work taken by others. She basically had nothing.

All she possessed was a tiny bit of insignificant innocence and luck.

She had once been Xiao Yu’s inseparable close friend, and because of this, Xiao Yu had pulled her out of the mire of reality, as if she were about to reach a heavenly palace in the clouds.

Just as she was wallowing in self-pity, almost about to retreat, Yun Xiancheng’s lips moved.

He did not force his way in. Instead, with his warm lips, he gently, patiently rubbed against her cold ones. The motion was incredibly tender,

as if comforting a frightened little animal.

”Relax,” his voice came through their pressed lips, low and muffled, ”Xue Ni, don’t be afraid. Entrust your body to me.”

With his words, a gentle Dou Qi, from where their bodies were pressed together, slowly flowed into her, dispelling the cold and stiffness in her limbs.

Xue Ni’s tense body unconsciously relaxed.

Then, she felt Yun Xiancheng’s body temperature and his strong presence... He extended his tongue, beginning to guide the maiden tasting this for the first time.

It did not invade roughly, but merely swirled gently between her lips and teeth, as if guiding her, inviting her.

Xue Ni hesitated, wavered, and finally mustered her courage. Mimicking him, she awkwardly extended the tip of her own tongue, cautiously, touching his.

In that instant, it felt as if an electric current shot through her entire body.

He immediately captured her response, gently entwining his tongue with hers, guiding her to dance together with him.

He taught her how to breathe, how to swallow, how to trace the shape of the other’s lips with her tongue, how to convey mutual affection through the purest merging. She learned slowly, truly slowly.

Several times, she choked from not being able to catch her breath, or clumsily bit his tongue.

But he showed not a trace of impatience. Each time, he would stop, gently stroking the nape of her neck with his thumb, waiting for her to calm down before starting anew. Time seemed to lose all meaning in that moment.

The room held only the sound of their entangled breathing and the faint, moist sounds from their lips and tongues.

Xue Ni’s cheeks had long since flushed a deep crimson. Her mind was occupied by an unprecedented, dizzying pleasure. She no longer thought about how clumsy she was, no longer thought about the gap between herself and others.

All her senses were concentrated in this tiny world that belonged only to the two of them. So, this was what kissing felt like?

So, being treated so gently, so preciously by someone was this kind of... happiness enough to make one’s soul tremble.

While kissing, a sweet smile naturally appeared on Xue Ni’s face. Xiao Yu took all of this in. Satisfied, Xiao Yu rose to her knees, waiting for them to finish.

After a long while, the two slowly separated. Xue Ni, as if having lost all support, collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air in large breaths. Her face was flushed; clearly, just a kiss had left her somewhat overwhelmed.

Seeing this, Xiao Yu knew it was her turn. With a smile, she came behind Xue Ni and placed her hands on her shoulders. ”Ni’er...”

Xue Ni’s body couldn’t help but tremble. She raised a hand to cover half her face, slowly ****.

Fallen flowers and flowing water emerge from the peach blossom spring; warm green hues and clear clouds fill the herb fields. By the grass along the mountain path, secluded flowers hide the cave heaven, by the Jade Maiden’s stream.

339 Fallen Plum Blossoms and the Stream

The moment Yun Xiancheng’s body settled down, that solid, warm weight descended like the falling of night, completely covering her.

In her blurred vision, Xue Ni felt that masculine body containing boundless power. Every inch of his musculature radiated a temperature and presence that made her heart tremble.

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It was a feeling of being enveloped with absolute possession, one she had never experienced before, as if her entire being had transformed into a lone boat, swept into a warm and profound ocean.

When that scorching heat, symbolizing invasion and conquest, finally broke through the fragile and sacred barrier that had been guarded for over twenty years,

and reached the deepest recesses, never before explored by any living being, steadfastly and without hesitation, Xue Ni’s body, which had been tensed to the extreme, suddenly relaxed.

A light and fragmented whisper, as if a dew-kissed petal had just blossomed and trembled in the wind, lingered in her ears. Yun Xiancheng did not rush his movements.

He could clearly feel the instant stiffness of the Young lady’s body beneath him, followed by a subtle tremor. He leaned down, burying his face deeply and gently between the snow-white peaks, full and bountiful with youth.

Everything his nose could perceive was the Young lady’s unique, pure scent, like fresh winter snow mixed with a faint milky fragrance, clean without a speck of dust, yet possessing a fatal allure.

He slightly parted his lips, and his warm tongue precisely captured the delicate and lovely pink lotus bud, which had quietly erected due to nervousness, shyness, and physiological stimulation.

Xue Ni could no longer suppress it, letting out a soft, helpless whimper like a small animal.

Several faint, rusty, sweet scents quietly diffused in the flickering candlelight, but were soon covered by a richer, more intense floral fragrance.

On the soft, clean bed, a proud blood plum silently bloomed.

Its color was like the first winter plum quietly blossoming in the white snow, poignant and resolute, silently attesting to the most precious transformation in a Young lady’s life, from girl to woman.

This question flashed through Xue Ni’s mind. The tearing pain that should have been there, described in books,

seemed to have been completely replaced the moment it arrived by a more powerful, more overbearing sensation of fullness and numbness she had never experienced.

That warm current, rising from within, was like the gentlest spiritual medicine, washing away all discomfort and pain, leaving only pure, overwhelming joy and an unprecedented sense of security that almost drowned her.

Warm liquid, no longer controllable, quietly slipped from her tightly closed eyes, tracing her smooth temples and silently disappearing into her slightly damp hair.

And in the deepest part of her body, that soft inner wall, forcefully opened and never having received such treatment,

seemed to have a life of its own, beginning to throb, contract, and entwine uncontrollably, wave after wave, trying to accept and retain the scorching heat that had entered its life.

“Don’t be afraid, Xue Ni, relax a little.” Yun Xiancheng’s voice was deep and magnetic, close to her ear, like the most effective tranquilizer, “Leave it to me, trust me.”

Sacred connections with pure Young ladies had given Yun Xiancheng a wealth of knowledge. He knew exactly what to do for a Young lady’s first time.

He knew how to gently open a long-sealed door, how to use the most delicate patience to guide pure Young ladies, transforming their initial apprehension, unease, and fear of the unknown, step by step, into wholehearted, defenseless trust and surrender.

Yet, at the moment she was about to fall, he would gently lift her with a deeper, more inclusive tenderness, carrying her to higher, more magnificent clouds. “Mmm-hmm, ah…”

Her fragmented moans had long lost their coherence.

Xue Ni’s free hand slowly rose by primitive instinct, with a touch of helplessness, gently caressing Yun Xiancheng’s sweat-dampened cheek.

Her fingertips touched the firm, distinct line of his jaw and the reassuring warmth that permeated through his skin. “Classmate Cheng…” she called out subconsciously, her voice trembling greatly.

Yun Xiancheng did not answer, only responding with a deeper kiss, his tongue gently licking away the salty tears that continuously overflowed from the corners of her eyes. The bitter taste, in his mouth, seemed to transform into the sweetest nectar.

Her body, in such extreme gentleness and patience, had completely given up all insignificant resistance.

This body was completely different from the petite figures of Yun Yan and Zi Yan, who had not yet fully matured. It possessed the unique fullness and softness of a mature woman, every inch exuding an alluring fragrance.

“Husband.” Suddenly, Xue Ni, while moaning, seemed to gather all her courage, finally transforming the words that had lingered in her heart for so long and been rehearsed countless times into a request filled with heavy tremors.

“I… I also want to call you… Lord Guan… Can I?”

After asking this question, she held her breath in nervousness, as if awaiting a judgment that would decide her fate.

Yun Xiancheng paused. He slightly raised himself, his deep eyes, in the flickering candlelight, quietly gazing at the Young lady’s face beneath him, tear-streaked yet full of anticipation.

He did not answer immediately, but instead lowered his head, pressing a lingering and solemn kiss on her lips. After a long while, he slowly pulled away, speaking each word clearly and firmly:

“Of course you can. From now on, you are my Yun Xiancheng’s wife, just like them.” “I will bear the future of all of you.”

As the master of the harem, Yun Xiancheng was capable of shouldering the Young ladies’ lives. Boom!

These words exploded in Xue Ni’s mind like the grandest fireworks.

That immense, indescribable joy and happiness instantly overwhelmed the last trace of insignificant shyness and modesty in her heart. “Mmm! Husband! Husband—!”

She called out this brand-new, bone-sweet title over and over, lost in ecstasy.

She crushed it into every word, as if to convey all her love and joy to him through this title.

Her pupils suddenly dilated; everything in her sight, whether his handsome face or the flickering candlelight, instantly transformed into dazzling spots of light.

Then, the entire world plunged into a pure, ecstatic, warm blankness. Thought ceased, and the sounds of the world completely vanished at this moment.

The moment Xue Ni’s body completely softened, collapsing onto the bed like a pool of spring water, a graceful figure silently approached the bedside.

Xiao Yu leaned down, a hint of affection and a smile in her eyes.

First, she gently moved the person off him, then tucked her into a blanket on the side to sleep peacefully.

Then, she slowly turned around, her fiery and bright eyes meeting Yun Xiancheng’s, who had not yet fully emerged from the afterglow of what had just transpired, without evasion.

A mischievous smile, unsuited to her mature, elegant face, bloomed on her lips, carrying a hint of challenge. “Husband, it seems our little Xue Ni is very satisfied.”

She teased softly, “Then, is it my turn? I’ve been waiting for a long time, you know.”

Before Yun Xiancheng could answer, she agilely flipped over and straddled him like a nimble cat.

Dou Qi swirled, and she even beautifully cleaned Yun Xiancheng’s body.

This seamless descent was precise, perfect, reaching directly to the deepest part that made one’s heart tremble and soul shiver. “Mmm-hmm.”

Xiao Yu finally let out a sigh of contentment, and two sweet dimples appeared on her bright and captivating face.

She braced her hands on Yun Xiancheng’s firm chest, slightly arched her waist, and began her dominant, wild, and rhythmic swaying. “How does it feel, Husband? Sister Xue Ni was a bit clumsy, let Yu’er satisfy Husband.”

As she moved, she leaned down and whispered in his ear, her breath like orchids, her words full of confidence and a hint of triumph.

With an equally alluring figure, Xiao Yu displayed a mature and enchanting charm, utterly different from Xue Ni’s youthful purity just now.

The rhythm was sometimes gentle and soothing, like a murmuring stream, and sometimes urgent and passionate, like a blazing fire. She effortlessly controlled the pace of this lovemaking entirely in her own hands.

Yun Xiancheng also completely surrendered the rhythm to her. “Don’t laugh, your first time was even clumsier than Xue Ni’s.”

This was a fact; Yun Xiancheng was so young back then, inexperienced, so he couldn’t be considered outstanding. But no matter what, years had passed since then.

Now, Xiao Yu was undoubtedly a ripe peach, from which the sweetest juice could be squeezed with a gentle pinch.