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

327: Section 327Seeing that Han Fenger had actually preserved her physical body for her, Yao Chan was so moved that she desperately wished to appear immediately, staging a touching reunion scene between master and Disciple after a long separation. But in the end, reason prevailed.

She understood clearly that with Han Fenger’s strength back then, barely at the initial Dou Huang level, it was absolutely impossible for her to have snatched her corpse from under the noses of several Dou Zong experts from the Hall of Souls. In all likelihood, it was bait deliberately set out by the Hall of Souls.

The scheme was also simple: if she wanted revenge, she would inevitably seek out Han Fenger. Whether she reconciled with Han Fenger or simply looted the body, she would eventually see her own corpse. Then, after she appeared...

Members of the Hall of Souls possess an unusually keen perception of souls.

If her soul body were to rashly appear, it was highly likely to be detected, leading to endless future troubles.

Just as Yao Chan was silently analyzing the situation, a new change occurred in the scene outside.

She saw her precious little Disciple reach out once again, gently touching the pale, delicate cheek of her eldest Disciple.

His fingertips, with their warm, thin calluses, slowly caressed her cool skin. This time, Han Fenger did not dodge. She didn’t even have the thought to dodge.

She lifted her moist eyes, gazed at him steadily for a moment, then took an active step forward, throwing herself into his embrace.

Her slender arms wrapped around his waist. Then, tilting her head back slightly, she actively loosened the upper part of her garment, revealing her somewhat thin chest.

Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and her voice was as light as a dream whisper: ”Junior Brother—whatever you wish to do, Senior Sister can help you.” ”Senior Sister—”

Yun Xiancheng tightened his arms around her a little more.

He lowered his gaze, looking into the eyes of the woman in his arms, eyes filled with resolve and glistening tears, and spoke in a low, clear voice: ”I want to marry Senior Sister.”

Han Fenger’s body stiffened violently. Then, that resolute sorrow was replaced by a more complex emotion, mixed with shyness and helplessness. She buried her face in his chest, muttering a muffled complaint: ”Junior Brother, you really are—”

In her heart, she knew it was impossible because she was destined to die. How could she easily make him such a promise? This conversation, happening under these circumstances, felt somewhat abrupt.

If one rewound time, placing it on a pair of childhood sweethearts, a young senior sister and junior brother, this might have been a pure and beautiful memory—a clumsy proposal, enough to become sweet, endlessly recalled talk in the future.

Unfortunately—these two before us, one is a sinner bearing heavy shackles, who has lived a withered, death-like existence for decades; the other is a flirtatious youth who has wandered through many flowers and already has a harem of wives and concubines.

That pure, flawless youthful romance belonging to the younger generation was destined to have no place in their lives.

Their story, from the very beginning, was steeped in the hues of sin and punishment, intertwined with the weight of redemption and repayment.

376 A Heart of Spring Amidst Withered Vines

As the news spread that the Heavenly Serpent Mansion had decided to join Han Fenger’s Righteousness Alliance, the entire Black-Corner Region was somewhat shaken. For the many powers within the region, the old structure had long been deeply entrenched.

Medicine Emperor Han Fenger ranked third on the Black List, looking down upon all heroes with her Peak Dou Huang strength.

As for the top two mysterious Dou Zong on the list, they were like dragons, their heads seen but tails never caught, their whereabouts for cultivation unknown. The variable began with the Heavenly Serpent Mansion.

The arrival of a newly advanced Dou Zong powerhouse transformed this originally insignificant minor force, led by Dou Wang Elders, into a formidable behemoth overnight.

The already delicate balance was broken. Medicine Emperor’s current rallying call was undoubtedly a clear signal of the impending storm.

For a time, rumors flew and nerves were on edge. Those small and medium-sized forces surviving in the cracks, seeing that the Heavenly Serpent Mansion had already made its choice, also began to calculate their own ways out.

After all, troubled times were approaching. Choosing a master to serve in advance was the only way to survive. ”Thank you for your help, Young Master.

In the inner chamber, after concluding several hours of hosting and negotiations, Mistress Yao could finally relax.

She gestured for Yun Xiancheng to sit. The mental energy expended earlier in dealing with various parties now turned into fine beads of sweat, emerging from her smooth temples and sliding down her cheeks.

Amidst the fragrance of the tea, a strand of warmth unique to a mature woman’s body scent quietly mingled.

She took out a handkerchief, wiped the thin sweat from her forehead, turned her face, and offered Yun Xiancheng beside her a genuine, somewhat weary smile. Today’s meeting would never have gone so smoothly without him presiding.

Those usually arrogant and unruly faction leaders, in the face of his aloof and transcendent aura, each restrained their claws, even consciously lowering their voices, afraid of disturbing this immortal-like figure.

”Mm, it was nothing.” A faint smile lingered at the corner of Yun Xiancheng’s lips. He picked up the purple clay teapot on the table and refilled her cup with steaming clear tea. ”By the way, what is the Mistress’s given name?” He pushed the teacup towards her, asking casually.

Mistress Yao’s hand, holding the teacup, paused slightly. The question made her somewhat lost in thought. After a moment’s consideration, a self-deprecating smile bloomed on her lips:

”Over the years of struggling in the Black-Corner Region, everyone calls me Mistress Yao. As time passed, I almost forgot my original name. If Young Master doesn’t mind, you may still call me Mistress Yao. If... if you wish to be more intimate, calling me Yao’er is also fine.”

She spoke the last sentence extremely softly, almost murmured between her lips and teeth, carrying a hint of probing and anticipation that even she found startling. ”Yao’er.”

Yun Xiancheng followed suit smoothly, softly calling out this name.

His voice was clear and mellow, devoid of any extra emotion, yet it imbued these two words with an added hint of tenderness.

Mistress Yao felt as if something had lightly bumped against her heart. A wave of heat spread from the roots of her ears all the way to her cheeks.

She forced herself to remain calm, took a sip of tea to suppress the fluster, then actively leaned her body closer to Yun Xiancheng. The tip of her nose caught his clear, cold scent as she asked in a low voice:

”After a busy day, I’ve worked up a bit of a sweat... Young Master, you don’t mind, do you?”

These words were less of a question and more of a tacit invitation.

Yun Xiancheng did not answer. Instead, he simply extended an arm, naturally encircling her soft waist. With a slight exertion, he lifted her horizontally and settled her onto his lap.

This sudden intimate contact drew a low gasp from Mistress Yao, her body tensing instantly.

But she did not struggle. Instead, she adjusted to a more comfortable position in his embrace, leaning her upper body against him.

That pair of distinctly outlined, full breasts, even through the overlapping collar of her Hanfu, pressed squarely against Yun Xiancheng’s nose. The mature woman’s scent mixed with a faint sweat, warm and rich, thread by thread, invading his nostrils.

Yun Xiancheng buried his face in that soft, warm, fragrant place, his nose greedily nuzzling against the deep cleavage, his movements carrying a hint of childlike dependence.

This somewhat childish act of seeking instantly relaxed Mistress Yao’s tense body.

She couldn’t help but let out a low laugh, the vibration of her chest clearly transmitted to him. The arm looped behind his neck, however, tightened even more.

A strange, almost maternal tenderness quietly sprouted within her heart.

She lowered her eyes, looking at the head of hair buried against her chest. Her fingers combed through his ink-black hair, gently kneading, caressing the hairpin holding his bun.

At that moment, she felt the front of her garment loosen. The slightly intricate overlapping collar had been undone by a slender hand.

Layer by layer, the clothing was peeled away. That pair of ample, snow-white peaks, long restrained, were now fully exposed to the slightly cool air and those focused eyes.

Mistress Yao swallowed nervously, her throat somewhat dry. She did not shy away. Instead, she actively presented herself before him. Yun Xiancheng sometimes licked gently, sometimes teased playfully.

His fingertips circled on Mistress Yao’s body, occasionally scraping lightly with his nails. An unprecedented electric sensation spread through every nerve.

Mistress Yao’s body went completely soft, no longer able to support itself. She could only tilt her head back, leaning her full weight on Yun Xiancheng. She let out shallow moans.

Simultaneously, Mistress Yao was already like spring tides bringing rain, urgent in the evening. Who knows how much time passed before that wave receded.

Dizzy-headed, red-faced, and with trembling hands, Mistress Yao rearranged her clothing.

”Did you get used to it?” Yun Xiancheng helped her straighten the last bit of her collar, his warm voice sounding by her ear.

She nodded shyly, lifted her head, and planted a soft kiss on his forehead. Her voice carried the laziness and satisfaction after the act: ”Mm, I liked it very much... little Young Master.”

Yun Xiancheng lifted her chin, returning a longer, deeper kiss.

He lifted her up, standing, and pressed her against the wall behind them. His tongue pried open her shell-like teeth, dancing with hers, plundering every trace of sweet nectar from her mouth.

Only when Mistress Yao was nearly breathless did he pull back slightly.

She collapsed softly into his embrace, breathing rapidly, her chest heaving violently, her face flushed with the rosy hue of passion.

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She buried her face in the crook of his neck and murmured, ”Being by your side is such happiness.”

”Mhm.” Yun Xiancheng gently stroked her back, his fingertips pinching her smooth, tender cheek.

Seeing that she was already panting softly after just one deep kiss, he knew it was best not to go any further today.

He chuckled softly, ”Rest for a while first; we have a long life ahead of us.”

Just as he finished speaking, the curtain of the inner chamber was gently lifted a crack, and a small green head poked in.

With her clear eyes, Qing Lin lowered her voice, filled with a hint of mysterious excitement, ”Master, Qing Lin saw someone, perhaps... Master would really like her.”

377 Three Little Ones Competing for Favor

Just as he stepped out of the inner chamber, still lingering with the mature and gentle aura of Mistress Yao, a charming call broke through the twilight, accompanied by a wisp of sweet fragrance as someone rushed straight into his arms.

”Master!”

Qing Lin’s figure, like a wisp of light emerald mist, silently pressed against him.

She unreservedly pressed her soft cheek against the side of Yun Xiancheng’s face, rubbing back and forth like a contented cat, while her silky hair tips mischievously brushed against his neck, creating a dense, tingling itch.

Qing Lin’s eyes were clear, yet they clearly twinkled with a childlike, triumphant luster, as if asking for praise—bright, sparkling, and utterly adorable.

The young girl’s warm breath brushed against his ear like a feather. She deliberately lowered her voice and leaned close to his ear to report, her tone carrying the seriousness and pickiness unique to a little girl:

”Master, Qing Lin has been watching carefully. Most of the people who came from the Black-Corner Region today look ordinary, and besides...”

At this point, her cute little nose wrinkled slightly, as if she had smelled something unpleasant, her disdain evident. ”Besides, they aren’t very clean. Hmph, if they can’t even pass Qing Lin’s test, how could they possibly be worthy of Master?”

Yun Xiancheng was amused by her serious act of ”auditing the harem,” and his lips curled upward involuntarily, forming a gentle and handsome arc.

He raised his hand, his large palm covering the top of her silky hair, his fingertips gently kneading through the strands, his voice filled with doting laughter:

”Thank you for your hard work, our Qing Lin. Since there is no one suitable, there is no need to force it. In the days to come, I will just spend more time with you.”

Before he could finish, a slender, fair index finger pressed firmly against his lips, perfectly stopping his subsequent words.

Qing Lin tilted her exquisite, flawless face upward; those clear green eyes were now filled with a solemnity that surpassed her age.

She enunciated every word, seriously refuting, ”That won’t do. Master’s brilliance should shine upon more people; we must let those beautiful and clean young ladies get the best destination they deserve.”

This remark, which carried a bit of the spirit of Green Savage’s usual ”recruiting virtuous women for her husband,” made the smile in Yun Xiancheng’s eyes deepen.

His fingertips slid lightly from the top of her head, turning to gently poke the small dimple on the girl’s cheek that appeared when she spoke, and he asked with a knowing smile:

”Did Sister Lü Man teach you to say this?”

Qing Lin nodded obediently, her movement very slight, as if confirming something that was perfectly natural.

But immediately, the certainty in her eyes quietly turned into a slight uneasiness, as if she feared her ”acting on her own” might displease Master. She cautiously looked up to observe his expression, her voice softening:

”Mhm... Is this wrong? If Master doesn’t like it, Qing Lin, Qing Lin will change in the future.”

Yun Xiancheng did not answer immediately. He simply lowered his head slightly, his deep gaze quietly staring into her eyes, which were flickering slightly with nervousness. Then, he used a gentle kiss to replace all words.

Warm lips pressed onto the girl’s cool lips, the sensation incredibly soft.

A wave of scorching heat surged from her heart, instantly dyeing her cheeks red, along with her fair earlobes, which flushed a lovely shade of pink.

Facing those green eyes that were becoming increasingly watery and shimmering with shyness, Yun Xiancheng finally chuckled softly in her ear, ”Naturally, I like it. My Qing Lin has done very well; feel free to continue.”

The young girl’s heart was completely settled by this affirmation, and just as she was about to say something, a crisp and pouting rebuke suddenly came from the other end of the courtyard, breaking this moment of warmth.

”You wretch, Qing Lin! How dare you hide and snack without us!”

A petite purple figure was seen striding with her short little legs, rushing toward this side furiously like a burning purple flame.

Her two iconic purple twin-tails traced two lively arcs in the air as she ran. Yun Xiancheng and Qing Lin in his arms looked over; the person approaching was none other than Zi Yan.

She ran up in a few quick steps, then suddenly stopped with a ”whoosh,” hands on her hips, striking a pose of interrogation.

A fair, tender finger was held straight, pointing directly at the tip of Qing Lin’s nose, as she accused her with a face full of indignation, ”Don’t think I didn’t see it! No matter what, Qing Lin, you are a bad person! A big bad person!”

Being ”caught in the act,” Qing Lin not only felt no embarrassment or guilt at being discovered, but instead, with the posture of a victor, she shyly buried her little face deeper into Yun Xiancheng’s embrace.

She only revealed a pair of eyes curved into crescents from between Master’s arms, looking smugly at the furious Zi Yan. This appearance, in Zi Yan’s eyes, was automatically interpreted as shame from guilt.

Misunderstanding that she had easily grasped the ”evidence of guilt,” her arrogance rose even higher, her small chin lifted high, with a smug expression that said, ”Let’s see how you quibble now.”

”Zi Yan, don’t count me in; Qing Lin and I are best sisters.”

A soft, sweet voice sounded unhurriedly from the side; it was another purple figure who had arrived late, Yun Yan.

She had a pair of mysterious purple eyes exactly like her mother, Yun Ziyi, and made a playful face at Zi Yan, who was in a fit of rage. Before she finished speaking, she took light steps and trotted to Yun Xiancheng’s side.

That action was entirely instinctive, like a creature seeking reliance and protection—urgent, yet familiar—she climbed onto his other free arm, hanging her whole small body on it, and rubbed against him affectionately.

In an instant, Yun Xiancheng’s embrace and arms were occupied by two petite figures, one green and one purple, left and right, sticking tightly to him, leaving no room for a third person to intervene.

Zi Yan, who was instantly isolated in place, froze. She looked at that intimate ”trio,” watching the tacit understanding as Yun Yan and Qing Lin smiled at each other, her little mouth pouting involuntarily, almost enough to hang an oil pot on it.

”Hmph, this dragon doesn’t care at all!” She turned her head abruptly, trying hard to put on an arrogant, dismissive look, her gaze looking elsewhere, as if she didn’t care about everything in front of her.

However, her flushed cheeks and the small hands quietly clenched into fists at her sides, knuckles turning white with force, honestly betrayed the churning, almost overflowing sourness in her heart.

All of this fell into Yun Xiancheng’s eyes, turning entirely into a helpless yet doting smile on his lips.

The next moment, Zi Yan felt her feet lighten, as if her body had lost its weight. A gentle wind, from who knows where, softly lifted her body.

Following that, wisps of lingering cloud mist rose from the ground, wrapping around her like pairs of soft arms, steadily lifting her up and gently sending her behind Yun Xiancheng.

The sudden feeling of weightlessness made her exclaim, and by the time she reacted, she had already landed steadily on Yun Xiancheng’s broad shoulders and neck, her field of vision instantly becoming wide.

”I, I, I... don’t think you can bribe me with these little favors! This dragon won’t be happy just because of this!”

Although she said that, when her body was sitting steadily on that comforting ”throne,” Zi Yan still acted contrary to her words, pressing her cheek against it and rubbing affectionately against the top of his soft hair.

She even mischievously stuck out her pink tongue, leaving a trace of moisture on his hair bun, like a bossy little beast, declaring her exclusive territory in the most direct way.