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

323: Section 323”Is that so? That is truly a pity.” Lü Man drew out his tone, the smile in his eyes deepening. He gazed at Han Fenger’s delicate profile, which possessed a beauty tinged with frailty, and the thoughts in his heart became uncontrollable.

Such a cold and resilient woman—if she could be brought under the wing of the husband and cared for by him with such devotion, how moving that tenderness would be after the ice and snow melted.

However, this matter could not be rushed; it had to be planned slowly to avoid startling this bird that had yet to awaken.

”I see.” Lü Man timely withdrew his probing gaze and put on a look of concern.

”Burdened by hatred all day, the Medicine Emperor’s life must be quite austere. Since we have the fortune to meet today, why not set aside those heavy worldly affairs for a moment and find some amusement together to relax a little?”

”This…” Han Fenger instinctively wanted to refuse. She had long been accustomed to a life like an ascetic monk; matters of amusement were far too distant for her.

But before the words of refusal could leave her lips, she was pinned in place by two burning, pure gazes. Qing Lin and Yun Yan, one on the left and one on the right, had approached her side without her realizing it.

The two little girls gazed at her longingly, their clear eyes filled with undisguised anticipation, making it impossible for her to say the word ”no.” Seeing this, the corners of Lü Man’s lips curled up quietly. These two little girls were quite perceptive at critical moments, not in vain of the way Lord Guan doted on them daily.

”It, it is not impossible.” Han Fenger finally relented, though a hint of embarrassment still lingered between her brows. ”It is just that my Qi Huo City is truly barren; I fear I have nothing presentable to offer to guests…”

Hearing Han Fenger’s doubt, a brimming smile welled up in Lü Man’s eyes. His lips parted lightly, and the words he uttered were sweet and cloying: ”Hee hee, no matter what we do, as long as it allows for relaxation, that is enough. I recommend a massage!”

Before his words had faded, he moved with a light gait to the side of Yun Xiancheng.

A pair of slender, jade-like hands familiarly wrapped around his arm, and warm breath brushed against his ear with a touch of coquettishness: ”Husband, you be the massage subject.”

Yun Xiancheng was slightly stunned, and before he could react, he was guided by his supple strength toward a soft couch in the corner of the reception hall.

In that corner, a large, soft couch had been prepared at some unknown time, covered with a clean velvet blanket; everything seemed so natural. This was clearly a long-premeditated arrangement.

”Ma, massage? Give—give him a massage?” Han Fenger’s clear eyes widened abruptly, her cherry lips parting unconsciously. Her mind went blank, and she could not even form a complete sentence. She had strictly adhered to pure regulations since childhood; let alone having physical intimacy with the opposite sex, she had never even had close contact with anyone.

Now, to be asked to personally massage a man was simply—this was simply absurd to the extreme, completely violating all the teachings she had received from Yao Chan.

A surge of heat rushed to the top of her head, her cheeks instantly burning hot, and even her small earlobes were dyed with a thin layer of rouge color.

This smooth and flowing arrangement by Lü Man made the other women present secretly astonished.

Xiao Yi Xian gazed at Lü Man’s back, her fingertips unconsciously sliding gently over her smooth chin.

This sister’s methods were truly watertight. With just a few words, she had easily steered the deadlocked situation in a direction that no one had expected, yet was incredibly ambiguous.

If things continued to develop this way, this cold Medicine Emperor might truly become one of them.

She pondered silently that if it were herself, she would likely lack such courage and ingenuity to so naturally plan such an opportunity for intimacy for her husband. A trace of imperceptible envy quietly flickered in the depths of her heart.

Beside her, Yun Ziyi was equally impressed by Lü Man’s ability to devise strategies. However, at this moment, her entire focus was no longer on the strategy itself.

When Yun Xiancheng lay prone on the soft couch as instructed, she moved without a word and knelt directly beside the couch. Those gorgeous purple eyes stared unblinkingly at his figure, filled with inseparable tenderness and attachment.

The two little girls, Qing Lin and Yun Yan, exchanged a glance, both seeing an unspoken tacit understanding in each other’s eyes. Qing Lin took Yun Yan’s hand and asked in a crisp voice:

”Yun Yan, how did you and Master meet? Tell me about it.”

Yun Yan understood, so she took Qing Lin’s hand, and the two small figures went to the other end of the reception hall, chattering away, cleverly leaving this ambiguous space to their elders.

”Hmm-hmm,” Lü Man chuckled and turned around, his gaze falling on Han Fenger, who was frozen in place.

”Our husband has even willingly sacrificed himself to serve as this living prop for relaxation; what is the Medicine Emperor still hesitating for?”

His words were soft but carried a certain force. This twisted logic left Han Fenger unable to refute. While she was distracted, Lü Man had stepped forward, his warm fingertips gripping her icy wrists without allowing any argument, leading her to the side of the soft couch.

At this moment, Yun Xiancheng had already removed his moon-white outer robe and inner garment, lying prone with his upper body bare. That broad, upright back was displayed without any obstruction before Han Fenger’s eyes.

The muscles were even and distinct, the lines smooth and beautiful, containing both strength and lacking any trace of coarseness. Under the afternoon sunlight filtering in through the window, his skin radiated a luster as warm and moist as jade.

”Watch my technique carefully.” As Lü Man spoke, he placed his own soft, boneless jade hands onto Yun Xiancheng’s back.

Rather than a massage, those gentle, loving circles and caresses were clearly lingering on the lover’s smooth skin.

After the ”demonstration” was finished, Lü Man stepped back in satisfaction, yielding the position and signaling with his eyes for Han Fenger to step forward. Han Fenger felt her hands trembling slightly, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest, almost ready to jump out of her throat. Her gaze was uncontrollably glued to that perfect male body.

From the broad shoulder blades to the smoothly tapered waistline, and then to that straight spinal furrow like a mountain ridge—every part inflicted a landslide-like shock upon her meager understanding. Her throat rolled, and she unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva. She had to admit that Lü Man was right. At this moment, all thoughts of revenge, schemes, and the Hall of Souls were cast to the nine heavens.

Her mind was blank; all her focus was firmly seized by this vivid, alluring scene before her, leaving no room for anything else. Harboring a tragic and resolute feeling akin to heading to the execution ground, she slowly raised her own hands.

That pair of hands, which had once refined countless spiritual pills and controlled life and death, was now trembling uncontrollably, and with trepidation, they covered that warm, jade-like skin.

”Master—forgive your disciple—I, I too am unable to help myself—” she screamed silently in her heart, repenting to that long-deceased, most beloved mentor.

However, before the words could fade, she realized clearly that she had no qualification to beg for any forgiveness. It was she herself who had walked here, step by step.

This thought caused her thoughts to completely twist into a tangled mess. Unprecedented panic and helplessness completely engulfed her. At the same time, deep within Yun Xiancheng’s Sea of Consciousness.

”Hee hee, these sisters around you are truly—each one more formidable than the last. So quickly, they have made my Fenger willingly throw herself into your arms.” Yao Chan’s illusory soul body floated lightly around Yun Xiancheng’s spiritual core, her eyes and brows filled with undisguised satisfaction and pride.

Yun Xiancheng’s consciousness extended his hand, dotingly pinching her translucent, delicate cheek, and gently corrected her: ”They, and you, shall address each other as sisters in the future.”

”Mmm-mm—mm—” Yao Chan’s cheeks were puffed up by his kneading, and she could only make indistinct sounds of protest, like a hamster whose mouth had been pinched.

In the outside world, Han Fenger’s brain had completely crashed, but those disobedient hands finally fell, completely and seamlessly pressing against Yun Xiancheng’s back.

A sensation, never experienced before and strange to the extreme, instantly exploded from her palms, traveling upwards along the meridians of her arms, spreading from head to toe in a flash of lightning.

It was a pure, burgeoning heat of life, transmitted continuously through the thin skin of her palms. The texture of his muscles was firm and smooth, full of restrained explosive power. Mixed with the clear, cool fragrance on his body and the unique aura of a man, it wove an invisible net that captured her firmly.

The huge impact caused her heart to suddenly constrict, and then it began to beat at a crazy speed. The blood in her whole body boiled, rushing wildly through her narrow blood vessels.

”Pfft—” With a light sound, a stream of bright red liquid gushed out from her nasal cavity unexpectedly. Han Fenger’s vision went black; her body instantly lost all strength, and she collapsed forward softly, landing solidly on Yun Xiancheng’s warm and broad back.

”Ah—?” A chorus of gasps suddenly erupted throughout the room.

Xiao Yi Xian, Yun Ziyi, and even Qing Lin and Yun Yan, who were still chatting and laughing in the distance, all simultaneously covered their mouths, staring dumbfounded at this sudden scene that exceeded everyone’s expectations.

For a moment, the entire reception hall was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard. In everyone’s mind, the same thought echoed: This Medicine Emperor, is this reaction... a bit too intense?

Yun Xiancheng reacted extremely quickly. Almost the instant Han Fenger collapsed, he sprang up, stretched out his long arm, and steadily gathered the soft body, which was about to slip from his back, into his embrace.

He lowered his eyes to look at the unconscious woman in his arms, with blood still hanging under her nose. Between his cold, clear brows, a trace of helpless, wry amusement emerged. Only Lü Man, after the initial surprise, quickly reacted.

She covered her lips with her sleeve and let out a string of irrepressible, soft laughter. Those charming eyes were full of the smugness of a successful scheme: ”Oh my, our Medicine Emperor is much more pure and cute than I had anticipated.”

369 Feeding... This Piece

Consciousness slowly floated up from the boundless darkness, like a person drowning struggling to break free from the abyss’s suction, arduously searching for a glimmer of light.

Han Fenger’s eyelashes trembled imperceptibly, and then, her eyelids, heavy as mountains, were pried open a crack by her with all her might. The familiar ceiling of the Medicine Hut she expected did not appear; the first thing that entered her field of vision was a pair of eyes.

What deep eyes they were, as if they had collected all the mortal world and the vast starry river within them, calm and gentle, without a single ripple.

At this moment, the owner of those eyes was gazing at her intently, his gaze peaceful and without a trace of impurity. ”I... What happened to me?”

A hoarse, dry voice escaped her throat. She struggled to sit up, only to find that her entire body felt as if it had fallen apart, unable to muster even a shred of strength.

A torrent of memories surged in her mind, finally settling on that warm, broad back, and that strange tactile sensation that had caused her to lose her composure and sent her blood rushing.

With a boom, a wave of heat surged from her chest straight to her head without warning.

Han Fenger only felt her cheeks burn instantly. That scorching heat spread rapidly, even staining her snow-white neck and dainty earlobes with a soul-stirring crimson.

Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, she subconsciously turned her face away, avoiding that gentle gaze. Her heart pounded frantically in her chest, almost threatening to break through her ribs.

Clearly, she was the Medicine Emperor, over thirty years old and capable of shaking the entire Black-Corner Region; yet, her reaction at this moment was no different from a young girl in the throes of first love.

This huge contrast made her feel a sense of helpless annoyance. ”Hmm, Miss Medicine Emperor is likely ill.”

A clear, gentle voice sounded by her ear, like a mountain spring flowing over jade, carrying a power that soothed the heart. Yun Xiancheng had changed into a clean, snow-colored robe and was holding a bowl of medicinal soup that was still steaming.

He used a white porcelain spoon to gently stir the dark brown liquid in the bowl, his movements calm and elegant. He brought the porcelain spoon to her lips and said gently:

”Your physical weakness is truly rare. You possess the realm of Peak Dou Huang, but the meridians in your body have been scorched by Heavenly Flames until they are riddled with holes, nearly becoming useless meridians. You even used yourself as a cauldron to forcibly test medicines, causing your soul to bear an indelible, lasting injury.”

His tone was flat, as if he were stating a fact that had nothing to do with him, yet every word was like a heavy hammer, precisely striking Han Fenger’s heart.

”You!?” These two words were almost squeezed out from between her teeth.

Han Fenger’s reason was completely overwhelmed by shame and shock. The first thing she reacted to was this.

Subsequently, she abruptly pulled up the silk quilt covering her body, wrapping herself tightly from head to toe, leaving only a pair of clear eyes, rounded in shock, exposed, within which burned flames of shame and annoyance.

”You... You saw my naked body!?”

Her voice trembled slightly from agitation, and the calmness and majesty belonging to the Medicine Emperor were gone. ”A married man from the Heavenly Serpent Mansion, is he truly such... such a frivolous and lecherous person?”

Facing such an almost unreasonable accusation, Yun Xiancheng did not get angry. A faint smile even rippled across his handsome face, as if he found her current appearance quite amusing.

He did not refute the ”lecherous” comment, as if he had accepted it, but simply corrected a minor error in her words unhurriedly: ”Lü Man is indeed my wife, but I am not a person from the Heavenly Serpent Mansion.”

His frankness and composure caused the series of even sharper rebukes Han Fenger had prepared to get stuck in her throat, neither going up nor down, making her cheeks flush even redder.

She lowered her head to look at her clothing; it was intact, but it was hard to say whether she had been seen or not.

Yun Xiancheng took in her embarrassment but did not press further. He withdrew his smile, his gaze falling back onto her pale face, and he said, his tone slightly sinking, word by word: ”Your illness is very serious.”

This simple sentence was like a basin of cold water, instantly extinguishing all the flames in Han Fenger’s heart.

”Hmm... I know.” She was silent for a long while before finally poking her head out from the quilt, her emotions having calmed down quite a bit. She leaned against the head of the bed, tidying her disheveled hair, and regained some of the demeanor that the Medicine Emperor should have.

Her gaze met Yun Xiancheng’s again. This time, the shame and annoyance in her eyes had been replaced by scrutiny and inquiry:

”You are an Alchemist? But your investigation... is far too precise. Even a fifth-rank or even sixth-rank Alchemist, unless I actively open my mind and body, would have no possibility of understanding my condition so thoroughly.”

Upon hearing this, Yun Xiancheng just smiled faintly, then took an object from his bosom and placed it before her eyes unhurriedly.

It was an extremely ordinary Alchemist badge, of common quality, with only a dim silver star on it, indicating that its owner was merely a ”First-Rank Alchemist” who had just stepped onto this path.

Han Fenger was stunned at first, and then, a trace of incredulous astonishment appeared in those cold, clear eyes.

She stared fixedly at the badge, then looked at Yun Xiancheng’s serious face, and her tense lips finally could not be suppressed from curling upward, eventually turning into a faint and bright smile like melting ice and snow.

”Heh... In the matter of making people laugh, you really do... have some methods.”

This smile seemed to disperse the gloom that had shrouded her for a long time, making her whole person appear much more sunny.

Even her self-reference changed from the reserved ”Fenger” to the somewhat arrogant ”This Young Lady.” ”However, This Young Lady naturally knows her own physical condition.”

She lifted her smooth chin, her tone carrying the confidence and helplessness of a top-tier Alchemist. ”For a stubborn illness that even This Young Lady is helpless against, I fear there is no one in this Black-Corner Region who can cure it.”

Her words carried a hint of desolation; clearly, she had long since held no hope for her own cure. Yun Xiancheng sat down beside her, seemingly able to sense the comfort and relaxation in her words.

”A healer cannot heal themselves; this has been true since ancient times.” Yun Xiancheng’s voice remained calm but carried an irresistible power of persuasion. ”Miss Medicine Emperor, perhaps you will need my help.”

Han Fenger heard this and fell into silence once again.

She looked at the man before her; his eyes were clear and frank, his voice reliable and steady.

For some reason, despite it being their first meeting, she felt a strange sense of trust from him that was enough to make her let down all her defenses. After a long while, she finally made a move.

She no longer dodged but actively moved closer to Yun Xiancheng, slightly opening her cherry lips. This silent action already represented her choice. Yun Xiancheng raised a spoonful of warm medicinal soup and steadily brought it to her lips.

She obediently drank the dark brown liquid. The medicinal soup was slightly bitter at first, then sweet in the aftertaste, and a strange, fresh herbal fragrance spread across her taste buds. She had originally thought this was just an ordinary soup for strengthening the foundation and nourishing the essence, which would not be of much use.

However, when the medicinal soup slid down her throat into her abdomen and transformed into a vast, irresistible, warm, and gentle current, she was completely stunned.

That warm current did not rush about recklessly but, as if possessed of life, precisely surged toward those meridians in her body that had long since withered and died.

Wherever it passed, those meridians that had been scorched black and fragile by the Heavenly Flames actually regained a lustrous sheen and resilient vitality at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This... How is this possible!?

In Han Fenger’s eyes, an unprecedented, brilliant light mixed with shock and ecstasy burst forth.