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

320: Section 320”W-where is my brother?”

Yao Chan’s reply was extremely concise: ”Dead.”

After she finished speaking, she gave a light, dry cough, as if to cover up some emotion.

She stepped forward a few paces and nimbly untied the ropes binding Han Fenger.

That young body had long since gone numb and stiff from being tied up for so long; as soon as the ropes were loosened, she fell forward powerlessly, landing right in Yao Chan’s arms.

The girl’s small cheek buried itself right into the patch of blood on her clothes that was still warm. That momentary contact caused Han Fenger’s entire young soul to wither completely.

The light in her eyes extinguished instantly, her pupils dilated, becoming hollow and dull, like an exquisite doll that had lost its soul, allowing Yao Chan to take her cold little hand and lead her away from the Cave that had buried her only relative.

Yet Yao Chan, entirely failing to notice the collapse deep within the child’s soul, remained immersed in the excitement of discovering a peerless treasure, incessantly praising her: ”Such great talent,” ”Excellent bone structure,” and so on.

The subsequent scenes began to flash by rapidly. Han Fenger, in this manner, under Yao Chan’s guidance, naively embarked on the path of an Alchemist. In all fairness, Yao Chan had never mistreated her; she could even be considered to have taught her everything without holding anything back.

Although to Yun Xiancheng, Yao Chan’s occasional sharp tongue was just a cute trait that increased his attack speed, to Han Fenger, that wasn’t a sharp tongue—it was humiliation.

Before finishing, Yun Xiancheng shut off Yao Chan’s memories, letting the consciousness space return to tranquility. Yun Xiancheng’s face was full of black lines.

It wasn’t just him; Cai Lin, who had been openly ”peeking” from the side, also had a face covered in dark clouds on her cold, stunningly beautiful visage. Xiaoer, who had been quietly snuggled in Yun Xiancheng’s arms, also covered her eyes with her small hands.

Time to Spank Master

Before the illusions of memory could reach their end, Yun Xiancheng raised his hand and waved away the past that was unbearable to witness.

The restless images dissipated like smoke and clouds, and the mental space returned to a peaceful pure white. ”Waaah.”

Soft, fragmented sobbing sounds arose. Yao Chan had left the Ice Lotus at some point and was now sitting on the soft bed in a standard ’duck-sit’ pose, tears streaming down, presenting a pitiful image of a pear blossom drenched in rain.

”Chenger, you are unfilial, daring to talk back to your Master like this.”

She reached out her small hand and wiped the air at the corner of her eye, as if there were truly a soaked silk handkerchief there, muttering to herself and accusing Yun Xiancheng of this rebellious and ”unfilial” conduct.

Yun Xiancheng looked at the soul body before him, still ”performing to her heart’s content,” and felt the veins on his forehead throbbing in pain. He let out a long sigh, walked forward, and spoke with undisguised helplessness:

”Master, this mess is something you created yourself; in the end, it still falls to me to clean up the aftermath for you.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, reached out both hands, and pinched her delicate cheeks, which still carried a hint of baby fat, pulling them slightly to both sides. The soft, bouncy sensation caused the anger in his heart to dissipate quite a bit.

”Since Master has given the order for this Disciple to subdue that senior sister and take her in as a personal maid to pour tea, fetch water, warm the bed, and fold the blankets, you must at least show some sincerity, right?”

Upon hearing this, Cai Lin immediately knew what these two were planning. She promptly took Xiaoer and left the consciousness space, entering the real world directly. Yun Xiancheng’s fingertips gently rubbed against that smooth skin as he continued to analyze the situation clearly:

”It was your own reckless actions that caused her to hold a grudge, leading to your falling out. Now that things have reached this point, not only do you not take it to heart... hmm, perhaps I should say, Master, your magnanimity is indeed broad. This Disciple cannot say much more.”

Such is the human heart; when committing a mistake, one will subconsciously attribute the cause to external factors.

But like Yao Chan, after being betrayed, not only does she feel no resentment, but she is still obsessed with compensating the other party with a great stroke of fortune; this kind of ”magnanimity” really makes one not know how to judge it.

With her cheeks being pinched, Yao Chan’s speech was slurred. She muttered in defense: ”When all is said and done, Fenger is half a daughter to me; I raised her with my own hands.”

Her voice grew quieter and quieter, carrying thick grievance, ”There must have been a mistake in some link that caused our Master-Disciple relationship to drift apart. Perhaps, if we just sat down and had a good talk...”

If only you had been able to spare a little more attention back then to care for that child’s scarred heart, you wouldn’t have ended up in this predicament today.

Yun Xiancheng took a deep breath, suppressing the feeling of powerlessness of ”wishing iron could turn into steel.” He said no more, wrapped his arms around her, lifted Yao Chan’s petite soul body, and without further ado, pressed her face-down onto his knees.

He adjusted his posture slightly, positioning her round, pert buttocks directly facing his right palm, and then spoke in a deep voice, delivering the final verdict:

”The root of this matter lies with you, Master. Think carefully back on your actions from that year; was there even half a shred of the love and prudence befitting a teacher?”

This shameful posture made Yao Chan feel completely uncomfortable. Her legs, formed of soul body, kicked about restlessly, tracing futile arcs in the air, yet her mouth did not utter a single word of resistance, nor did she have any intention of struggling free from his knees.

The slightly tensed line of her spine, instead, betrayed a certain secret expectation. *Smack!*

A crisp sound suddenly rang out in the quiet study.

Yun Xiancheng’s palm landed squarely and solidly on her pert buttocks.

Yao Chan’s soul body felt as soft as a real physical body under Yun Xiancheng’s hand. The loli Master’s figure maintained the slender frame of her youth; her chest was flat and unexceptional, but the two soft mounds behind were unexpectedly full and plump.

This strike felt warm, moist, and elastic—truly remarkable. *Nggh.*

A suppressed cry of surprise spilled from her lips, and her large, watery eyes instantly filled with tears, swirling with mist.

Yet, in stark contrast to this tearful expression, her round bottom uncontrollably lifted slightly, a posture that was less of a resistance and more of a silent compliance and craving.

”Bad guy, you bad Disciple, you big bad guy who bullies his Master and destroys his ancestors!”

She buried her face in the crook of Yun Xiancheng’s leg, her voice muffled, but she still wouldn’t let him off, using every vocabulary word she could think of that had the most intimidating power to accuse him.

Responding to her was another loud smack.

Yun Xiancheng did not pull his hand back immediately this time; his broad palm covered her warm buttocks, his five fingers pressing down with a bit of force.

The dense skin of her soul body slightly indented due to this force, revealing a clear outline of a palm print, while the surrounding soft flesh was squeezed outward a little, forming a seductive curve.

Yao Chan’s body trembled violently, tensing up like a fully drawn bow.

A short moan, caught between pain and pleasure, escaped her throat, and her cheek, buried between his legs, had somehow flushed with a morbid crimson.

Even the corners of her lips, without the owner even realizing it, uncontrollably curved upward, outlining a strange smile mixed with shame and satisfaction.

”Master, in the matter of Han Fenger, your actions were too rough and careless; you only looked at the big picture but neglected the human heart.”

As Yun Xiancheng lectured, his hand did not stop. *Smack!* Another palm landed.

”You thought you were acting decisively, quite like a Venerable? But in the eyes of that helpless girl back then, how were you any different from those bloodthirsty demons?”

*Smack!* The crisp sound echoed once again.

”From now on, you must think three times before acting. This habit of acting on your whims must not happen again. Have you noted this?”

As his voice fell, his palm fell along with it.

Every time Yun Xiancheng spoke a sentence, it was accompanied by a firm, measured smack.

Crystal-clear teardrops rolled from the corners of Yao Chan’s tightly closed eyes, but on her flushed little face, not a shred of humiliation could be found; instead, a strange radiance was flowing.

Humiliation, or perhaps secret pleasure—which one was gaining the upper hand in her heart at this moment, I fear even she herself could not distinguish.

”Waaah, it’s rebellion, it’s rebellion, the Disciple is rebelling...”

She twisted her waist, trying to dodge the annoying palm, still muttering unwillingly in her mouth. *Smack!* Another one, accurately hitting the target.

”Ngh, it hurts...” She cried out in pain, but her body’s reaction became increasingly honest. *Smack!*

”Don’t hit me, waaah, don’t hit me, Master knows, Master knows...” The pleas for mercy were intermittent. *Smack!*

”Ngh... Yao Chan knows she was wrong, really knows she was wrong.”

After experiencing over a dozen continuous spanks, the pent-up gloom and grievances deep within her soul body, born from having the past unearthed, vented out along with the tingling sensation of pain.

Her entire body softened, collapsing onto Yun Xiancheng’s lap like a butterfly with rain-drenched wings, and she began to admit her faults in a soft, sincere voice.

Seeing that she had finally yielded, Yun Xiancheng stopped his hand.

He lifted her from his lap, had her turn around, and adjusted her posture so she was straddling his legs, facing him.

Without needing Yun Xiancheng to say more, Yao Chan understood perfectly.

Blushing, she took the initiative to rise, taking that which was already stirring beneath her into her warm soul body.

She raised her tear-filled eyes to look at him, her voice carrying a hint of ingratiation and probing: ”About Fenger...”

”I will do my best.” Yun Xiancheng reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, ultimately not daring to make full promises.

After all, many years had passed, and he had no idea what the current Medicine Emperor, Han Fenger, was like in character.

With those words, Yao Chan moved rhythmically, enjoying the pleasure of the moment.

362 Qi Huo City, Black-Corner Region

In the Black-Corner Region, Qi Huo City.

Within the quietest courtyard in the city, the dense scent of medicinal herbs never dissipated throughout the year, yet it could not hide the bone-deep desolation.

From an Alchemist genius in the Central Plains who was the center of attention, to a down-and-out Alchemist relegated to this filthy, corrupt place, Han Fenger’s life trajectory was like a meteor; after streaking across its most brilliant peak, it plunged headlong into an endless abyss.

The root of all this was merely that act of betrayal against her teacher.

Regret? Naturally, she regretted it.

That bone-gnawing regret had, from the very day she betrayed her sect—even from that exact moment—become like a bone-deep obsession, crazily gnawing at her soul.

The ghostly, bewitching words of the Hall of Souls, the seemingly inexplicable secrets of her teacher... all these factors intertwined, ultimately brewing into a sin she could never wash away in her lifetime.

”Unforgivable.” She had told herself this more than once.

In the initial days, she was self-abandoned.

She shut herself in the alchemy room all day.

Aside from occasionally refining a few furnaces of medicinal pills to maintain the expenses of the small force she had painstakingly built up in this Black-Corner Region, the remaining time was spent in numb, endless, bitter cultivation.

She did not know where the wisp of her Master’s remnant soul had escaped to, or if it still existed in the world.

But an almost instinctive obsession drove her, compelling her to protect her Master’s cold corpse, ensuring it would never suffer any desecration from those animals of the Hall of Souls.

Fortunately, she succeeded.

The Hall of Souls’ target seemed to have always been powerful soul bodies; they were not interested in an empty shell that had lost its soul.

This allowed her to risk everything and retrieve her Master’s remains before they could completely act.

Along with the remains, she also obtained the storage ring that her Master never kept far from her side.

It was in that very ring that she discovered a fragment of a technique, with two ancient characters inscribed upon it: Flame Mantra.

At that time, her mind was still deeply infected by the evil teachings of the Hall of Souls.

The first thought that coiled in her mind was a dark, speculative one: ”So that’s how it is! Master, oh Master, you claimed to teach me everything you knew, yet behind my back, you secretly hid such a peerless treasure and refused to give it to me. You must have long harbored ill intentions toward me and never truly trusted me!”

And then... a tragedy began to unfold.

If she had been able to firmly walk the path that Yao Chan had paved for her and cultivate step by step, even without the subsequent resource allocation and guidance from her Master, given her talent, she would have long since been a renowned mid-stage or even high-stage Dou Zong.

How could she have ended up like this, trapped firmly at the bottleneck of Peak Dou Huang, caught in a dilemma, unable to advance or retreat?

Escaping the Central Plains and coming to this savage Black-Corner Region, far from the constant mental pollution of those guys from the Hall of Souls, her brain, once filled with hatred and paranoia, finally regained a bit of clarity.

At the very least, her basic intelligence had once again occupied the high ground.

The bewitchment of the Hall of Souls carried extremely strong mental suggestion and atmosphere manipulation.

Thinking back on it now, her former self was simply ridiculously stupid.

”Their development of soul power is extremely formidable.” She muttered a few words softly.

Looking at her current wretched situation, she finally reached two cold and cruel conclusions: First, the Flame Mantra is trash; second, she is an idiot.

A technique that requires constant absorption of Heavenly Flames to evolve—how enticing does that sound?

Yet reality gave her a resounding slap in the face.

Before swallowing two Heavenly Flames, the rank of this technique couldn’t even compare to an ordinary Earth-Rank Technique!

And if the technique didn’t reach the Earth-Rank, it meant she would never be able to break through the barrier of a Dou Zong.

Without breaking through to Dou Zong, it was very difficult to have the strength to search for and subdue a second Heavenly Flame; even if she luckily found one, using the strength of a Peak Dou Huang to go head-to-head with such a treasure of heaven and earth was basically equivalent to throwing an egg against a rock—a nine-in-ten chance of death.

This was a perfect dead loop, a desperate cage that could trap any genius alive in place.

”Damn it.” Han Fenger irritably grabbed her soft, long hair.

According to the intelligence she had painstakingly gathered, there was very likely a Heavenly Flame within Jia Nan Academy.

But the intensity of that Heavenly Flame was definitely not weak, not to mention that Jia Nan Academy had Dou Zong-level powerhouses guarding it.

She had simulated it countless times; the best opportunity would be to wait for the Heavenly Flame to erupt, causing both it and the academy’s Dou Zong powerhouses to suffer heavy losses, and then she could take advantage of the chaos to reap the benefits.

But even so, her chance of success was still less than 40%.

And once she failed, the probability of her death was terrifyingly high.

It was a pity that plans could never keep up with changes.

But so what?

Han Fenger smiled self-deprecatingly.

The crime of betraying her teacher that she had committed was set in stone, forever irredeemable.

Even if she luckily broke through to Dou Zong, so what?

Alone, with no attachments left in this life, living was nothing more than being a walking corpse.

Han Fenger sighed wearily.

On a whim, she couldn’t help but take out a scroll from her storage ring and slowly unfurl it.

It was a painting of Yao Chan and her together.

”Liar.” She gazed at the clear, innocent eyes of the person in the painting, and these two words squeezed out from her throat uncontrollably.

Was it lying to her about hiding a good technique?

Or lying to her... by never telling her the truth about her brother’s death?

Perhaps, both?

She slowly closed the scroll, but a slightly complex emotion surged in her heart.

The good news was, Master... she probably hadn’t truly died yet.

Her fingers tapped lightly on the table.

The power of the Hall of Souls was unfathomable.

They couldn’t possibly be unaware of her taking away her Master’s ”corpse” back then.

And her Master’s remnant soul was ”fleeing” outside, potentially seeking her out at any time to take ”revenge” on her, this rebellious Disciple.

She currently had quite a reputation in the Black-Corner Region; the title ”Medicine Emperor” even faintly overshadowed many veteran powerhouses.

The Hall of Souls must be well aware of this.

Then, could her existence, from the very beginning, be a piece of bait deliberately set by the Hall of Souls for fishing?

A trap specifically meant to lure her Master! Or perhaps the Master’s newly recruited Disciple, to come for ”revenge.”

She nodded, hoping she could do something for her Master, and then properly end this terrible story.

She leaned back in her chair and let out a long sigh.

363 Reunion with the Ladies

Meanwhile, at the other end of the Black-Corner Region, within a branch of the Heavenly Serpent Mansion, it was a completely different scene.

”My good Lord Guan, you have finally come!”

”These past few days, Qing Lin and I have missed you so much that we couldn’t eat or drink, tossing and turning at night unable to sleep.”

A voice charming to the bone rang in his ear.

The Heavenly Serpent Mansion elder, Lü Man, like a boneless green snake, pressed her soft body tightly against Yun Xiancheng’s side.

She breathed into his ear, her soul-snatching peach blossom eyes full of the explicit thought of ”wanting to start a round right now.”

Her signature long, emerald-green hair cascaded like a waterfall onto Yun Xiancheng’s shoulders, the tips gently brushing against his neck, feeling itchy and tingly.