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

324: Section 324Yun Xiancheng looked at her appearance, his brows subconsciously lifting slightly. This medicinal effect... it seemed to be far better than expected.

Meanwhile, deep within his Sea of Consciousness, ”Yes! It worked! It really worked!”

Yao Chan’s illusory soul body spun around in excitement, her pretty face filled with undisguised pride and satisfaction.

”As expected of me, Yao Chan. When it comes to prescribing the right medicine for an illness, who in this world can surpass me!” She declared triumphantly, hands on her hips.

”Of course,” she changed the subject, a mischievous glint flickering in her translucent eyes as her gaze swept back and forth over Yun Xiancheng’s conscious form, as if appraising a rare treasure. ”The main thing is my precious Disciple; your body is truly a supreme, all-purpose medicinal treasure!”

Yun Xiancheng’s conscious form wore a somewhat strange expression. ”Master... is doing this not against...”

”Against what? That’s enough!” Yao Chan interrupted him unceremoniously. ”That is your Senior Sister, an arranged marriage I, your Master, set for you personally. She is to be your junior wife in the future! What’s wrong with letting you, the medicinal ingredient, nourish her a little early?”

She floated in front of Yun Xiancheng, extending a translucent hand to trace ambiguous circles on his chest, the teasing tone in her words growing stronger. ”Rest assured, this is just an appetizer. Later, when we find a place with no one around, Master will do it personally. I will use my hands and mouth to help you squeeze out the ’raw materials’ for the next dose of medicine for your Senior Sister.”

As she spoke, her hand simulated a certain posture, gesturing up and down, her eyes both mischievous and seductive.

In their conversation, their positioning of Han Fenger’s identity had leapt from the initial ”little maid who serves tea and water” to the ”arranged marriage junior wife” determined by their Master.

Yun Xiancheng did not object to this. Han Fenger was a normal person, and Yao Chan did not resent her, so the matter could be turned over. This rise in status was certainly not slow. Miss Medicine Emperor, it is truly something to be congratulated.

370 Could he be an older-woman lover wanting to make a move on me?

After drinking the last drop of medicinal soup from the bowl, a gentle warmth slid down her throat and into her entire body.

Han Fenger handed back the empty bowl, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing against the smooth rim, while her gaze drifted to the horizon outside the window, dyed golden-red by the setting sun.

When she spoke, a trace of the medicinal liquid’s sweetness remained in her voice. ”The mastery of these medicinal proportions... is divine. Such attainment is absolutely not something a First-Rank Alchemist could reach.”

Her gaze slowly withdrew from the horizon and settled on Yun Xiancheng’s calm, waveless face. The shyness in her eyes faded, replaced by a pure, professional inquiry.

”Even if you intentionally concealed your true alchemy rank, it is absolutely impossible. Such a profound and divine method of proportioning can only be glimpsed by a seventh-rank or even eighth-rank Master who has immersed themselves in this path for many years and exhausted their heart’s blood.”

Her words paused slightly, but a storm was already raging in her mind. The composition of the medicinal formula was rapidly deconstructing and restructuring within her Sea of Consciousness.

The most critical link must be a heaven-defying treasure of extreme rigidity and yang. With an attitude of absolute dominance, it forcibly elevated and sublimated several auxiliary herbs of average grade, causing them to erupt with shocking medicinal effects far exceeding their own limits.

A single bowl of clear soup, yet its potency was enough to rival a refined sixth-grade medicinal pill.

What shook her even more was that this was by no means a common medicinal formula recorded in any classic; it was a unique prescription specifically tailored to her riddled and damaged body.

Such a feat could only be accomplished by an existence standing at the pinnacle of Alchemists.

Yet the person before her had a bone age of only eighteen or nineteen, his aura clear, and even his more authentic soul fluctuation was at most thirty-odd years old. It was absolutely impossible for him to be an old monster with techniques to preserve his youthful appearance.

The conclusion was self-evident—there was a medicinal grandmaster beyond her imagination helping her from the shadows.

A bowl of medicinal soup ingested, and countless fragments of information quickly pieced together in her intelligent mind, outlining a vague yet clear silhouette. The end of all deductions converged on one fundamental question.

Goodwill; this meticulous goodwill that spared no cost, why did it come? Why would he help her like this?

Allies? That was overthinking it; an alliance relationship wouldn’t be that good. But besides that, what else could it be?

As she thought, Han Fenger also felt other sensations. The strangeness was not limited to the repair of her meridians.

Deep in her lower abdomen, that warm current coiled like a docile living creature, strands of heat continuously spreading outward, making her restless. Where her legs pressed against each other, waves of uncontrollable numbness surged up, causing her to subconsciously press them together and rub them.

When she looked up at Yun Xiancheng again, that original sense of strangeness had quietly melted away without her knowing, leaving behind a kind of closeness and craving that made her heart flutter in confusion.

Could it be... that he had some designs on her body? As soon as this thought emerged, she extinguished it herself.

Han Fenger lowered her eyes, her gaze sweeping over her slender figure, which was no different from a young girl’s and had not yet fully developed, and a barely audible, self-deprecating chuckle escaped her lips.

Yun Xiancheng took in her change of expression, but did not point it out. He simply placed the empty bowl steadily on the nightstand and replied, ”Miss Medicine Emperor, you may just consider this medicinal soup to be my own work.”

”Just call me Fenger,” Han Fenger corrected, raising her eyes to look directly at him. ”Your name is Yun Xiancheng?” Yun Xiancheng nodded. ”That is correct. I wonder, Fenger, have you ever heard my name anywhere?”

”I have not,” Han Fenger shook her head frankly, her clear pupils reflecting his figure, as well as a trace of pure confusion. She did not understand the intention behind his question.

Deep within Yun Xiancheng’s Sea of Consciousness, two distinct female soul bodies were observing this conversation with great interest.

Cai Lin folded her arms and couldn’t help but laugh. ”Has the great idler Yun spent so much time mingling in an ivory tower like Jia Nan Academy that he truly thinks his name can resound throughout this Black-Corner Region?”

”Not so, not so,” Yao Chan’s soul body floated over, refuting with great seriousness. ”Chenger is captivated by our Fenger and is racking his brains to find a topic of conversation.” She patted her own equally flat chest and explained righteously, ”Look at our Fenger’s figure and temperament; how could Chenger not be moved?”

Cai Lin’s gaze slid over Yao Chan’s soul body, then swept through Yun Xiancheng’s perception across the slender Han Fenger on the bed, and finally, her gaze fell back onto her own soul body, with its breathtaking curves.

A barely audible scoff escaped her nose. She couldn’t be bothered to argue, simply drawling perfunctorily, ”Mm—you are right about everything.” Outside, Yun Xiancheng listened to the bickering in his Sea of Consciousness, his expression unchanged.

He maintained that gentle smile and explained to Han Fenger, ”It is normal for Fenger not to know me. Recently, I have been studying at Jia Nan Academy, and life has been quite stable.”

”Studying?” Han Fenger’s cool voice suddenly rose, her pretty brows knitting tightly together, her clear eyes filled with disbelief. ”You are still just a student; how could you be married to Elder Lü Man of the Heavenly Serpent Mansion?”

The logical gap suddenly opened wide at this moment. A young man studying at an academy had become the husband of an elder of a hegemon power in the Black-Corner Region. The intricate relationships within this made her heart tighten.

An absurd thought emerged uncontrollably: Could this person have a special penchant for older, beautiful women, and now he had set his sights on her?

If this thought were known to Cai Lin, it would likely cause her to laugh out loud without reservation. After all, anyone who saw Han Fenger’s appearance would think she was a beautiful young girl who had not yet fully grown, which was truly far removed from the words ”mature, beautiful woman.”

Yun Xiancheng tapped his fingertips lightly, making two crisp sounds, pulling her wandering thoughts back.

”This is a long story and not the focus of today. I mentioned this to tell you, Fenger, that since I am at the academy, if you have any follow-up actions, I can be your inside man. However, the academy has a debt of gratitude to me; if there is a conflict, I will absolutely not stand idly by.”

Han Fenger’s perception swept over him, detecting his Dou Master level cultivation, and her brows furrowed even tighter. ”Even if you are a Dou Master, in a battle of Dou Zongs, it is but a drop in the bucket. When the time comes, you only need to ensure your own safety.”

Yun Xiancheng did not argue, simply looking back at her, his voice steady and firm. ”Then before that, I ask Fenger to rest and recuperate, prioritizing your own safety above all else. As for the rest, do not worry about it for now.”

A series of words, layer after layer of concern. Han Fenger stared at him blankly, the chaotic clues in her mind forcibly connected by an invisible force. A possibility that made her breath catch broke through the soil. Junior Brother.

Aside from this identity, what else could explain this selfless kindness, if not Master? And how else could one explain that mysterious grandmaster who acted solely for her sake? But why?

Han Fenger’s nails dug deeply into her palms, but the sharp stinging pain could not calm her chaotic thoughts even a little.

She had clearly... betrayed the sect and betrayed her Master’s trust. Why did they not hate her, not ignore her, but instead come to save her? ”You—you—”

Her lips moved, but she could not produce a complete sound; her throat was so dry it ached.

In countless days and nights, she had rehearsed the scene of their reunion—perhaps a blade piercing her heart, or a debt of blood paid in blood—and she was willing to accept it all. This was the sin she owed. Yet, she had never imagined this current scenario.

Yet this near-forgiving peace tormented her more than any torture.

”What’s wrong, Fenger?” Yun Xiancheng’s voice was very soft, carrying a tone of comfort.

”Sorry, I was a bit uncomposed.” Han Fenger suddenly lowered her head, gripping the bedding beneath her tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

Her mind was already a chaotic mess, and she didn’t know how to respond. A warm palm, without warning, covered her cheek.

Han Fenger stiffened, looking up in shock. She saw that a faint, yet somewhat playful smile had bloomed on Yun Xiancheng’s lips.

Since she had already guessed, there was no need for this play to continue. He wanted to see how this Senior Sister would react on the verge of having her identity exposed.

”Young—Young Master Yun, what... is... the... meaning... of... this?”

His warm palm pressed against her skin, his fingertips kneading with a slow, intimate pressure, neither too light nor too heavy. That unfamiliar sensation made her teeth chatter slightly, and every word was spoken with extreme difficulty.

Yun Xiancheng did not answer, only focusing on continuing the movements of his hand. Junior Brother.

This title swirled in Han Fenger’s mind, yet it made his actions seem all the more absurd.

Han Fenger’s thoughts were completely twisted into a tangled mess; she could not decipher the emotions in his eyes, nor could she understand his actions at this moment. Could it be... could he really... harbor those kinds of feelings for her? But Elder Lü Man... this was clearly betrayal.

She had just formed an alliance with Lü Man, and in the blink of an eye, she was entangled with her husband. This kind of thing that violated human ethics... Heaven and man fought within Han Fenger’s mind, but her body’s reaction had long since broken free from the shackles of reason.

The warm, gentle current deep in her lower abdomen suddenly boiled at this moment, turning into an uncontrollable torrent that burst through the dam.

In an instant, a moist, warm sensation soaked through her undergarments, and a rich, strange, faint orchid fragrance silently permeated the small space, slipping silently between the two of them.

371 Your body is quite honest.

That smear of rich orchid fragrance silently permeated the small bedroom.

The scent transformed into an invisible hand, stirring the already ambiguous air until it became increasingly thick, almost congealing into tangible honey, wrapping around the two people in the room.

Han Fenger’s cheeks were now so red they could drip blood. That strange burning sensation no longer remained merely on the surface of her skin.

Instead, it ferociously permeated inward, passing through flesh and blood, crossing bones, and branding itself directly into the depths of her soul, scalding her so that every breath she took carried a slight tremor.

She did not dodge, nor did her eyelashes even flutter; she simply let that bony, scorching-hot palm linger softly on her face.

Her lips moved unconsciously, and after a long time, she squeezed out a few mosquito-like, off-key words from her dry throat: ”Doing this... is... is betraying your wife... We... we should stop.”

This weak protest was less of a refusal and more of a low moan tinged with sensual undertones.

Not to mention that this was an opportunity created by Lü Man, the girls never felt this was a betrayal; for their own husband to find a new younger sister, wasn’t this a good thing?

Falling into Yun Xiancheng’s ears, it was no different from the most soul-stirring invitation, a prelude to a half-reluctant, half-willing encounter.

The playful smile on his lips deepened, the ink-black color in his eyes becoming even more profound, like a whirlpool capable of sucking people in.

Not only did he not stop the movements of his hand, but his figure also moved an inch closer to her without a sound, closing the last bit of distance between the two. His warm breath, wrapped in the unique floral fragrance on his body, blew softly against her burning ear and cheek.

That tingling itch, like an electric current, shot through her whole body, making her instinctively tense her toes. He did not stop.

This realization exploded like a thunderclap in her chaotic mind.

Han Fenger understood everything in her heart, even feeling a hint of an absurd thought that this was to be expected.

She knew very well that if she truly had the heart to resist, the moment his hand covered her cheek, she should have mobilized her Dou Qi and ruthlessly pushed him away with one palm, never allowing the situation to develop to this point.

But she did not. From beginning to end, she did not.

This silent indulgence was the permission she handed over with her own hands, a tacit understanding reached without the need for words.

At the same time, deep in Yun Xiancheng’s Sea of Consciousness, an equally wonderful silent commentary was playing out fiercely between the soul bodies of two stunning women. Cai Lin still hugged her arms, with the posture of a queen inspecting her territory, looking down from above at the vivid and fragrant scene in the outside world. Her beautiful phoenix eyes lifted slightly, a trace of undisguised mockery hanging on her brows:

”Yao Chan, how did this precious eldest Disciple of yours so easily become the captive of your romantic little Disciple? This Queen thought that the dignified Medicine Emperor would at least be able to hold on for a moment longer. It’s simply too easy.”

Yao Chan’s soul body floated around excitedly, like a butterfly that had finally waited for feeding. Hearing this, she puffed out her chest triumphantly, and although it was just as flat as Han Fenger’s on the bed, it did not affect her momentum at this moment. ”Your Majesty the Queen, that is where you are wrong!” Her crisp voice echoed in the consciousness space, full of the joy and showing off of a successful scheme. ”How can this be called easy? This is a match made in heaven, adding family to family, good things coming in pairs! You don’t understand, the things between us Alchemists are called resonance of souls!”

”It’s too fast.” Cai Lin’s brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, her scrutinizing gaze like the most precise ruler, sweeping over Han Fenger’s slender waist and slightly delicate girl-like figure, her tone carrying a bit of pure academic inquiry. ”She is at least a Peak Dou Huang, how can her mental fortitude be so poor? Or is it—that women of your type with flat figures are naturally so devoid of resistance?”

The map-cannon in these words accurately covered the other ”flat” person present. Yao Chan instantly bristled, unceremoniously sticking out her semi-transparent middle finger at Cai Lin, cursing: ”Oh my, my Queen, look at what you’re saying! You little virgin, it’s easy to talk when you’re standing, isn’t it!” ”If my Chenger really used such methods on you, your performance would probably be no better! Do you believe that you would be even more vulnerable than Fenger?”

A faint flush of annoyance appeared on Cai Lin’s cheeks, and she turned her head slightly, not looking at Yao Chan’s impudent middle finger. At the same time, she let out a disdainful cold snort from her nose: ”Absurd. This Queen’s will is like iron, and I will never lose my composure because of mere fondling.”

”Oh—is that so?” Yao Chan deliberately dragged out her tone, the smile in her semi-transparent eyes growing thicker, almost overflowing. ”Then shall we make a bet? Let’s bet on how long you can last under Chenger if he uses the same method on you.”

Cai Lin fell into a rare silence. She had to admit that Yun Xiancheng’s offensive, perhaps... she might not really be able to resist it with all her heart. Especially as the years grew, the aura on Yun Xiancheng’s body became increasingly mellow. It was a kind of temptation that emanated from the depths of the soul’s origin, for the opposite sex, especially for those of them who had a deep soul connection with him, it was almost fatal. His very existence was the end of all gazes, the destination of all desires. ”No bet.”

After a long while, Cai Lin squeezed these two words out from between her teeth, admitting with uncharacteristic crispness and decisiveness, ”I wouldn’t win.”

In the outside world, Han Fenger’s consciousness had already completely sunk into a warm, orchid-scented mist. Her brain was dizzy, all complex thinking ability was stripped away, and the body’s most primitive instincts took absolute dominance.