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

325: Section 325She no longer resisted. Without even realizing it, she unconsciously shifted her body’s center of gravity closer to Yun Xiancheng. The bedroom was silent, with only the intertwined sounds of their breathing and the occasional rustle of wind through the leaves outside the window.

Yun Xiancheng’s hand finally left her burning hot cheek, his slender fingertips gliding as gently as a feather over her delicate and fragile neck. It crossed her exquisitely defined collarbone, as delicate as a butterfly’s wing, finally resting on her rounded yet somewhat thin shoulder.

Then, his palm slowly moved down along the curve of her body, reaching her incredibly soft waist. She didn’t resist, unable to even utter a symbolic word of refusal.

She merely raised her eyes, already blurred and indistinct from tears, filled with helplessness, pleading, and a hint of craving she herself was unwilling to admit.

She gazed at him, using the last vestiges of her sanity to let out a low whisper, almost a sob:

”I... I am a dying person. Don’t. Don’t do this. Master must be watching.”

She could clearly feel the familiar soul aura nearby.

But why would Master allow her junior Disciple to act so boldly, so out of line?

Could this be... Master’s belated test for her? A preposterous thought, yet one she couldn’t help but believe, grew wildly in her chaotic mind.

[Master—Disciple can die to atone for the sin of betraying the sect back then—but what is this situation now... Is it a punishment for Disciple?]

She knew nothing of Master’s eccentric and unconventional way of thinking, only feeling her heart being tightly squeezed by an invisible hand, and boundless panic and confusion about to completely engulf her.

She didn’t know what she should do.

Push him away? She couldn’t.

Her arms felt as heavy as a thousand catties, utterly unable to lift.

Harm this junior Disciple, who was perhaps the only person in the world who truly cared for her? She absolutely couldn’t.

Moreover... the unprecedented comfort he brought, making her soul tremble, was so... intoxicating. The defenses of reason and instinct were completely shattered at this moment by that wandering hand.

Deep-seated grudges, sectarian sins, ethical principles—all heavy burdens were cast aside.

She gave up thinking, gave up struggling, letting herself drift like a helpless skiff, sinking into this gentle yet dangerous vortex he had created.

Her waist was held by a large hand; this was the first time in her life.

Through the thin, plain-colored dress, the warmth of his palm seemed to burn through her skin, scorching deep into her bones.

As his arm moved slightly, the folds of his robe inevitably brushed against her chest. That subtle, almost negligible touch, however, sent a violent shiver through her entire body.

Then, that mischievous hand didn’t stop but continued to explore downward, finally covering her round and firm buttocks—the warm palm fitting perfectly against that soft yet elastic curve—

His palm, with a moderate force, gently kneaded her soft buttocks.

Waves of even more intense and domineering warmth erupted from that controlled point of contact, surging upwards along her spine, instantly spreading throughout her entire body.

[Junior Disciple. Junior Disciple. Forgive me, Master. Disciple did not intentionally betray you. It’s all my fault. I trusted others too easily. The guilt of betraying the sect intertwined wildly with an unfamiliar pleasure that almost tore her apart, cruelly rending her soul. She bit her lower lip tightly, trembling all over, like a startled Hakimi in its owner’s arms.

But hot tears could no longer be suppressed, falling like broken pearls from the corners of her eyes, silently disappearing into the hair between them.

Amidst this extreme tearing and torment, the long-dormant warm current of medicinal power deep within her was completely ignited by this continuous stimulation, and a clear spring burst forth.

Instantly soaking her close-fitting underwear, plain long dress, and the clean velvet blanket beneath her, that intensely rich scent of secluded orchid completely filled the entire room at this moment.

372 Brother and Sister Acknowledge Each Other

Han Fenger cried, her face streaked with tears.

Clear tears rolled from the corners of her eyes, wetting her temples and the pillow; the uncontrolled warmth between her legs soaked her dress and the velvet blanket.

When the soul-rending tide finally receded, her last bit of strength seemed to be drained. But what followed was an even fiercer, dam-breaking torrent of sorrow and shame.

Weeping, she used all her strength to push Yun Xiancheng, who was in front of her, onto the soft bed.

Although her body was weak from prolonged self-deprivation, her Peak Dou Huang Realm remained. Yun Xiancheng offered no resistance from beginning to end, allowing her minuscule strength to push him over.

Thus, she naturally flipped over and pinned him beneath her slender body. ”Wuwu—wuwu!”

Han Fenger angrily scolded him indistinctly, her small fists, balled up, hitting his chest again and again.

However, her scolding voice was broken, with a heavy nasal tone, and her falling fists were soft and lacked any force.

It was less an outburst of anger and more akin to a lover’s playful chiding and coquetry. ”Mama... how could you do this... how could you do this!”

After a few weak punches, all pretense and strength collapsed. She could no longer hold on, slumping down and burying her face deep into his broad, warm chest, sobbing loudly.

Senior Sister is sorry for you. Senior Sister doesn’t want to live anymore. This... Mama... I’m sorry, Master—

Years of accumulated contradictions and pain in her heart poured out at this moment, turning into intermittent cries:

”I’d already decided to die... why... why did you suddenly come? And you didn’t hit me, didn’t kill me... and you’re so good to me. Wuwuwu—”

This Medicine Emperor of the Black-Corner Region, at this moment, abandoned all status and dignity, just lay on her junior Disciple’s chest, wailing loudly, snot and tears flowing, like a lost and greatly wronged child.

”Why did you do this? I really don’t understand.”

Yun Xiancheng said nothing, merely extended his arms and gently embraced her soft, trembling body. His movements were frank and tender, without any hint of taking advantage of her vulnerability.

One hand soothingly ran through her long, slightly mint-green hair, his fingertips gently massaging her scalp.

The other hand rested on her body, clearly feeling her ribs, distinct due to her weakness, through the soaked clothing.

This body was extremely weak, emaciated. Yun Xiancheng understood.

She must have spent years experimenting with medicine on herself, leaving her with the Realm of a Dou Huang, but with her fundamental constitution damaged. Her soul state was even weaker.

The light of her soul body was extremely dim, flickering faintly, as if it could be completely extinguished by any slightly stronger external force at any moment.

To deplete her soul to this extent, she must have been researching elixirs specifically targeting souls. She must have intended to strike at the people of the Hall of Souls, specifically studying related knowledge.

This Senior Sister’s life was indeed full of twists and turns. As a child, she was almost fed to wild beasts by her own brother. Unbeknownst to her, she witnessed Master kill her brother. During her growth, she was often mocked by her Master for being poisonous.

After trusting others and betraying her sect, she didn’t completely descend into evil, maintaining her conscience and surviving in the Black-Corner Region. In such circumstances, she still held onto a stubbornness and earnestness that prevented her from implicating others.

She preferred to use her own life to fill the gaps in the elixir formula rather than sacrifice any innocent person. ”Senior Sister, Master never blamed you.”

Yun Xiancheng’s voice was soft, yet it clearly reached her ears.

In fact, Yao Chan had forgiven this eldest Disciple much earlier than he had.

In comparison, Yun Xiancheng’s heart was actually harder.

If Han Fenger had even a hint of her brother Han Feng’s ruthlessness and selfishness in her character, Yun Xiancheng would never have acknowledged her as his Senior Sister. But she wasn’t like that.

Han Fenger’s essence was that of a normal person, even kind, to the point of being timid.

She was burned day and night by the poisonous flames of regret, paying a heavy price for her betrayal of Master back then.

She lacked the strategic means and leadership qualities of a hero; her painstakingly built forces never amounted to much. If not for Lü Man’s response this time, her so-called Righteousness Alliance would have been nothing more than a laughable empty shell. Yun Xiancheng quietly sorted things out in his mind.

The tragedy of that year was the result of multiple factors working together: Master Yao Chan’s unclear way of doing things, Han Fenger’s own suspicion and unease, and the Hall of Souls’ relentless instigation and provocation in the shadows.

But now, since both Master and Senior Sister would be family, there was no need to delve into past entanglements. All the blame and hatred could be placed squarely on the Hall of Souls.

The Historians stated the facts truthfully, without changing a single word. It was all a conspiracy by the Hall of Souls that led to Venerable Yao and his Disciple fleeing, the Master’s remnant soul escaping, and the Disciple surviving in the Black-Corner Region with the Master’s soul body.

Betrayal? What betrayal are you talking about? Unofficial History!

Anyway, in more than twenty years, Hun Tiandi will carry out his world-destroying act.

He and the Hun Clan are ultimately unavoidable. “Really... really?”

Han Fenger looked up, staring at Yun Xiancheng with a shocked expression.

Yun Xiancheng tapped Han Fenger’s forehead, looking at her and smiling. Han Fenger hugged Yun Xiancheng, no longer speaking.

[In this matter, if any of you three, Master and Disciples, had been truly heartless and unrepentant, things would not have come to this point today.]

A supremely gentle thought quietly flowed through the depths of his consciousness. It was her, the System Spirit who hadn’t appeared for a long time. The moment this thought appeared, an indescribable warmth enveloped Yun Xiancheng’s entire consciousness.

That wholehearted acceptance and tolerance caused his taut consciousness to relax, as if returning to the safest harbor.

[Oh, you all... are ultimately too gentle. I thought there would be a refreshing revenge, accompanied by bloodshed, death, and separation, staging a magnificent and tragic song.]

In that thought, there was a faint sigh.

Yun Xiancheng responded in his heart: “Since Master is willing to forgive Senior Sister, and Senior Sister’s nature is indeed not bad, I naturally will not go against Master’s wishes.” [Very good. After all, we all have a common enemy—the Hall of Souls, and the Hun Clan behind it. As the center of all this, as everyone’s

guide, please firmly follow the decisions you make.]

Yun Xiancheng’s consciousness imperceptibly nodded.

[There’s one more thing. It’s related to Xun’er. In a while, she will return to the Ancient Clan. At that time, some people in the clan might be a bit arrogant.

If possible, could you give them a little warning for me?]

This gentle thought, for the first time, carried a sense of request, conveying a clear entrustment to him.

This entrustment made Yun Xiancheng’s consciousness subtly raise an eyebrow. A long-held speculation was confirmed at this moment. He had already discerned the true identity of this “System Spirit”.

“As you command, Mother-in-law.”

His thought carried a hint of a smile, and he nodded slightly. “I will take good care of Xun’er, you can rest assured.” [Mm, keep it up.]

A slightly strange meaning emanated from that gentle thought, and then, the warmth that enveloped him quietly dissipated, leaving no trace.

373 Ugh, how cheesy.

In the depths of Yun Xiancheng’s sea of consciousness, Cai Lin’s translucent soul body leaned idly against an invisible spiritual pillar, watching the warm embrace outside, and let out an almost inaudible sigh from her nostrils.

“Ugh. How cheesy.”

In stark contrast to her lack of interest, Yao Chan’s soul body was circling the scene synchronized by Yun Xiancheng’s perception, practically dancing with joy.

Her bright eyes sparkled with an unusual light, staring at the two tightly embracing Disciples, her mouth almost reaching her ears. This was a great auspicious event of ’kinship on top of kinship’, the fulfillment of her secret long-cherished wish.

Cai Lin glanced sideways at her overjoyed appearance, a usual sneer curling at her lips: “Hmph, you, as a Master, really have some skill. To force someone with such a stubborn and even somewhat straightforward personality to the point of betraying the sect.”

“You just said that a few days ago, why again?” Yao Chan stopped circling instantly like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, put her hands on her hips, and floated in front of Cai Lin, her translucent middle finger indicating her attitude.

Her voice was clear and triumphant:

“Let me tell you clearly, in fact, everything was within my calculations. I deliberately provoked her with words back then, which forced Fenger’s heart into chaos and made her blindly believe the Hall of Souls’ incitement, which then helped me escape like a cicada shedding its skin when the Hall of Souls attacked.”

“If not for that, how could I have met Chenger so smoothly?”

She raised her small chin and retorted, “Think about it, if I hadn’t planned this long ago, would I have easily forgiven her for her actions back then? My leniency towards her doesn’t it just prove that everything was within my grasp?”

Regarding these flawed excuses, Cai Lin crossed her arms, not even bothering to lift an eyelid, not believing a single word. However, speaking of which.

If it weren’t for Han Fenger’s actions back then, this Venerable Yao, renowned throughout the Central Plains, would certainly not have fallen to her current state, becoming “roommates” with her, the Snake-People Clan Chiefs from a corner of the Northwest Continent, in this young man’s sea of consciousness.

A genuine Dou Zun expert, and an Alchemist of an astonishingly high rank. Such a person, in the past, was someone Cai Lin had to look up to, or perhaps didn’t even have the qualifications to look up to.

But now, because of that man, they actually became roommates, and Yao Chan even occasionally flipped her off, completely unlike how a strong person and a weak person would interact.

This turn of events was truly... incredible. Well, Han Fenger’s actions did cause quite a bit of karma.

And the center of all this karma—currently gathered on Yun Xiancheng. The more she thought about it, the more that pride in her heart quietly grew.

After all, this was the man chosen by Medusa Protagonist; he was born to be a true dragon soaring above the nine heavens.

Hmph, this Queen, who always deliberately avoided being alone with Yun Xiancheng, fearing that the increasingly mellow aura on him would easily disintegrate her consciousness, and who actively rode on Yun Xiancheng, was now proud to be his wife.

Ah, the Queen is truly a stubborn character with a twisted mind.

In the bedroom outside, Han Fenger’s crying gradually subsided, leaving only suppressed, quiet sobs.

Yun Xiancheng gently patted her back, and when her emotions had somewhat settled, he slowly spoke in his warm voice: “Senior Sister, Green Savage and Purple Wing are both my wives. Henceforth, if you have any matters concerning the Righteousness Alliance, you can always seek them out; there’s no need to be formal.”

His voice paused, then continued: “I still have my studies, so I need to return to Jia Nan Academy and cannot stay here for long.”

Han Fenger slightly lifted her head from his embrace, her swollen eyes filled with complex emotions. She nodded gently, thousands of words stuck in her throat, wanting to ask about Master’s recent situation, wanting to personally apologize, but ultimately it all turned into silence.

Master... she ultimately didn’t show up. Was it because she didn’t want to see this traitor, or... was there another hidden reason? Did she not want to forgive, or was the time not right? She didn’t dare to think deeply.

She pressed her palm to her chest, where her heart was beating steadily and powerfully due to the warmth just now and her current resolve. She nodded again, meeting Yun Xiancheng’s gaze: “I understand. I will... continue with the original plan.”

No matter how Master and Junior Brother view me, the sins I committed back then must ultimately be repaid by myself. I will use this broken body, this lingering life, to repay their... unbearable gentleness today.

A hint of determination flashed in her eyes, which Yun Xiancheng clearly caught. The arm embracing her tightened imperceptibly for an instant, but ultimately

he said no more, simply released his embrace, helped her sit steadily, then stood up and calmly left the bedroom.

Passing through the short corridor to the living room outside, Green Savage and Yun Ziyi were seated at the round table, a cup of clear tea steaming in front of each of them, clearly having waited for a long time.

Seeing Yun Xiancheng emerge, Green Savage immediately stood up and gracefully walked towards him. Her soft body pressed unreservedly into his embrace, and she rose on her tiptoes to plant a gentle kiss on his lips, exhaling like orchids as she softly asked:

“Husband, did you succeed with the beautiful lady inside?”

Yun Xiancheng naturally wrapped his arm around her slender waist, guiding her to sit in the empty seat next to Yun Ziyi, and chuckled helplessly: “Lü Man, don’t be so impatient.

I was just healing her and feeding her medicine; how could I devour someone on the spot?”

“Your concubine naturally understands.” Green Savage covered her lips and chuckled softly, her charming eyes sparkling. “Medicine Emperor’s body is so frail it looks like it’ll fall apart with a gust of wind; your concubine feels distressed just looking at it. She naturally needs to be well-nourished and cared for until she’s plump and round, only then will Husband truly savor her.”

Yun Ziyi, beside them, ignored their teasing. She refilled Yun Xiancheng’s tea and asked in a low voice: “Husband, since we have already formed an alliance with Medicine Emperor, what should our next step be?”