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

329: Section 329Looking across the Black-Corner Region and its surrounding nations, there were countless men, yet not one could catch her eye or live up to the expectations of the ”talented man” she held in her heart. Now, she had finally encountered someone she truly felt was worthy, but he was so otherworldly and peerless that he seemed like a celestial being from the heavens.

A fallen immortal, he was someone she only dared to look up to from afar.

Under normal circumstances, she and a figure like Yun Xiancheng should have been two parallel lines that would never intersect—separated by the distance between clouds and mud, or the gap between heaven and earth. To say nothing of becoming his bedfellow, even a fleeting moment of interaction would be considered a blessing from the heavens.

Though she was already a Dou Huang expert who looked down upon her own domain, the distance between their levels of existence was so clear it made her heart tremble. Yet, it was Yun Xiancheng’s initiative that acted like a celestial bridge spanning the void, allowing her to cross that seemingly insurmountable chasm in a single step. An indescribable ecstasy, mixed with a dizzying sense of disbelief, suddenly seized her mind.

That feeling surpassed the joy of breaking through the Dou Huang bottleneck and exceeded the high spirits she felt when she took command of the Rakshasa Gate.

For a moment, her mind was a chaotic mess, and she found herself at a loss for words. She simply allowed him to lead her blankly into the elegantly furnished inner chamber. Yun Xiancheng guided her to a wide, soft couch covered in thick brocade cushions and motioned for her to sit.

Only then did he reach out and gently pick off the little ones clinging to his body, one by one, like plucking fruit, and settled them onto the soft couch.

He then sat down right next to Su Mei, turning his head to gaze at her with a faint smile in his clear eyes.

“However,” he began gently, his voice clear and smooth but carrying a subtle, lingering hook, “whether you are truly one of us depends on you.” The little ones who had been moved were now sitting on the soft couch, all looking a bit dazed.

The moment Qing Lin touched the couch, she giggled and rolled over to the side of Yun Xiancheng’s crossed legs, finding a comfortable spot to curl up. Yun Yan’s expression was hard to read; she simply sat down by Yun Xiancheng’s arm, her small hand unconsciously clutching his sleeve.

Only Zi Yan huffed and sat alone at the other end of the couch, her small body curled into a ball, clearly sulking.

Hearing these words, Su Mei’s heartstrings trembled violently. How could she not understand his underlying meaning? He wanted her to provide that “guarantee of physical intimacy.” She bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth as a flush spread from her neck to the tips of her ears.

Finally gathering the greatest courage of her life, she tremulously reached out and covered the hand he had placed on his knee.

“Young Master...” Her voice shook, and even the form of address she used carried a hint of uncertainty. Although she was the Mistress of the Rakshasa Gate, decisive in killing and command, when it came to matters between men and women...

She was a blank sheet of paper.

In the past, while attending certain extravagant auctions, she had seen similar scenes from a distance, but at the time she had only found them unsightly. She never imagined that today she would have to emulate them herself.

Isn’t it just... service?

I’ve seen it, I understand... I can definitely do this!

Su Mei repeatedly encouraged herself in her heart. She had cultivated for decades, rising from an orphan girl to a Dou Huang expert—what storms had she not weathered? Could a mere battle in the bedsheets possibly defeat her?

Furthermore, the person before her was the only man she had ever met in her life for whom she was willing to bow her head. With her mind made up, she steeled her resolve.

She moved closer to Yun Xiancheng, and instead of letting go of his hand, she pulled his entire arm into her embrace.

Imitating the maids she remembered, she pressed his palm against her heart, letting him feel the intense pounding through her clothing.

Then, she slightly puffed out her chest, using her full and shapely peaks to clumsily rub back and forth against his arm. Unfortunately, while she had the physical assets to boast of, she lacked any experience.

The movements were stiff and awkward. Rather than an enticement, it looked more like she was completing a difficult exam; her brow was full of seriousness and tension, devoid of any charm.

She didn’t even dare to look into Yun Xiancheng’s eyes, keeping her head down and focusing solely on the ”great task” at her chest. Just as Su Mei was caught in a dilemma and blushing with embarrassment, a crisp voice rang out from below.

Startled, she looked down to see that Qing Lin had somehow crawled up from beside Yun Xiancheng’s legs and was now kneeling between them, looking up with an innocent and radiant little face.

Those emerald eyes were clear as water, yet they carried a mischievous smile that didn’t match her age. “Sister Su Mei, watch closely.”

Before the words had even faded, that delicate little hand darted out like a spirit snake, expertly unfastening the jade belt at Yun Xiancheng’s waist. The snow-white robe slid open to both sides, revealing the inner garment.

Without stopping, Qing Lin untied the ribbons of the inner garment and reached inside. After a bit of fumbling, she liberated the already awakened and ready-to-go ’buzhou divine mountain’ from its constraints.

Immediately after, Qing Lin also pulled open the collar of her light green dress, revealing her still youthful and flat chest.

She took a deep breath, puffed out her small chest, and imitating Green Savage’s seductive manner, attempted to use her own ”plains” to sandwich that towering Buzhou Mountain, then vigorously rubbed it up and down.

After only two rubs, she stopped, furrowing her elegant brows in distress and couldn’t help but mumble aloud:

“Hmm... what’s going on? It feels completely different from what Sister Lü Man taught me. It’s so slippery, I can’t grip it.”

Yun Xiancheng was amused by her serious distress and laughed. He reached out to rub the top of her soft hair and said warmly, “It’s fine, Qing Lin has already done very well. Continue.”

He thought to himself that this little girl had no idea; though her youthful actions lacked the full, enveloping sensation of Lü Man, they had a different flavor. The tender skin and slightly bony chest rubbing against his sensitive spots felt like a fine jade file, polishing his nerves bit by bit.

It brought a sharp and unique pleasure.

To the side, Yun Yan watched Qing Lin working away. Her purple eyes remained clear, showing no significant ripples. She didn’t seem to be thinking about any strategy, simply following her purest instincts.

She didn’t understand these complicated things, nor did she want to; she only wanted to be closer to Brother Xiancheng, closer to her husband. As soon as the thought arose, she acted.

Using both hands and feet, her small body crawled up the soft couch and she stood up directly. This height allowed her to be at eye level with the seated Yun Xiancheng.

Without the slightest hesitation, she cupped Yun Xiancheng’s cheeks with both hands, leaned in, and pressed her soft lips against his. Yun Xiancheng did not refuse this pure display of affection; he tilted his head back slightly to receive the girl’s kiss.

Yun Yan’s kissing technique involved no advanced skills; she simply relied on instinct, using her soft, tender tongue to clumsily pry open his lips and teeth, darting inside to stir things up randomly, carrying a lingering scent of milk and the sweetness of a young girl.

In the corner of the soft couch, Zi Yan took all of this in.

She watched Qing Lin working hard at the ”filing” below, Yun Yan sweetly demanding a kiss above, and Yun Xiancheng sandwiched between them with a face full of spring breeze. Her small nose was almost twisted with anger.

She buried her face in her knees and whispered in a voice only she could hear, “Big baddie. Biased... He only knows how to spoil them... My spot as the dragon has been completely snatched away.” To Su Mei, this scene was nothing short of an earth-shattering tsunami.

She sat there dazed, her seductive phoenix eyes wide and round, her rosy lips slightly parted enough to fit an egg. She looked at the two small girls—one expertly serving and the other kissing the man as if no one else were there. This... this... they looked to be only in their early teens, how... how could they be so bold and direct?

After the shock passed, an even stronger sense of shame surged into her heart. She, the dignified Mistress of the Rakshasa Gate, couldn’t even compare to two little girls! But alongside the shame, a competitive spirit quietly rose.

She steadied herself, held her breath, and stared intently at every movement made by Qing Lin and Yun Yan, meticulously committing those seemingly simple yet infinitely profound postures to memory.

After a while, once Yun Yan’s kiss ended and she sat back satisfied, Su Mei finally moved.

She took a deep breath, as if making a final decision, and slowly slid off the soft couch, kneeling before Yun Xiancheng just as Qing Lin had done.

When that magnificent and imposing ’buzhou divine mountain’ came into view without any cover, she felt her mouth go dry, and her throat moved uncontrollably as she made a clear swallowing sound.

She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again, her gaze filled with a desperate determination to go all out.

She extended her fragrant, soft tongue and, with a mix of testing and endless shyness, lightly touched the slightly trembling tip. Hmm? It was warm and carried a faint, clear scent, not at all as... strange as she had imagined.

The hard texture was also unlike anything she had ever known. This bizarre first experience dispelled the last bit of fear in her heart.

She no longer hesitated and leaned down. Unlike Qing Lin’s plains, her chest was as grand as the Wangwu and Taihang Mountains; that deep, soft cleavage enveloped the base of the ’buzhou divine mountain’.

Then, she opened her red lips and cautiously took the crown at the very front into her mouth. Imitating the nimble way she remembered Qing Lin doing it, she used her lilac tongue to clumsily but diligently swirl around the small opening.

381 It was time for a happy family reunion with Lord Guan.

A warm current slid down her esophagus and into her stomach, instantly transforming into a pure and peerless energy that quietly dispersed throughout her body like spring snow melting. Her already exquisite and bright face was now flushed like clouds at sunrise, and her seductive phoenix eyes were shimmering with moisture, filled with silken allure.

Clearly, this Mistress of the Rakshasa Gate had fallen deep into this unprecedented vortex of passion and was unable to extricate herself. However, this intimate spring scene within these few square feet was still a completely unfamiliar new world to her.

Su Mei’s mind swayed like a candle flame in the wind. In her confusion and helplessness, she subconsciously raised her shimmering phoenix eyes and cast a gaze filled with a bit of helplessness and a search for guidance toward the nearby Qing Lin.

This petite girl with emerald eyes had now become her only beacon and guide in this land of gentle dreams.

Meeting Su Mei’s gaze, which held a hint of eager desire for instruction, Qing Lin’s still-childish face couldn’t help but flush a lovely shade of red.

But as a ”family member” who had already served her husband many times and was recognized by her master from the bottom of his heart, a small sense of responsibility welled up within her. She felt she ought to set a proper example for this new sister.

”Sister Su Mei, watch closely now,” Qing Lin said softly, her voice sweet and tender, carrying the unique sweetness of a young girl.

Thinking of this, she no longer hesitated. She lightly adjusted her posture and, like a docile cat, slid smoothly into Yun Xiancheng’s embrace.

A pair of delicate, beautiful hands carefully supported that still-erect ”buzhou divine mountain,” and then precisely guided it to perform a bone-melting massage.

The Buzhou Mountain was wedged between the girl’s skin, jumping slightly with her movements. The girl’s skin was delicate and smooth, feeling like fine warm jade to the touch.

It brought an experience entirely different from a usual straightforward conquest. It was a roundabout and exquisite pleasure, progressing layer by layer, teasing the heartstrings.

Even for Yun Xiancheng, this kind of winding and lingering play was a novel and exquisite enjoyment.

However, such an exquisite and artistic scene was nothing short of another earth-shattering subversion of cognition in Su Mei’s eyes.

Her red lips parted slightly, and her beautiful eyes widened. Her gaze seemed drawn by a magnet, locked firmly onto that grand object pulsing between the girl’s legs.

Her entire consciousness temporarily fell into a nearly delirious blankness, with a buzzing in her head. While she was still caught in an internal struggle and emotional turmoil, Yun Yan, who was nearby, could no longer bear to watch.

The little girl grumbled inwardly, *What’s wrong with this new sister? She’s so slow; Brother Xiancheng must be getting impatient.*

She quietly leaned toward Su Mei, extended two fingers as white and tender as scallion stalks, and deftly gestured toward the towering ”mountain peak” revealed by Qing Lin’s movements. Then she pointed at Su Mei’s slightly parted red lips, signaling what she should do.

With Yun Yan’s guidance, Su Mei suddenly woke up as if from a dream and understood instantly.

She took a deep breath, as if to encourage herself, or as if she had made a major decision.

She slowly leaned down and took that section of the mountain peak, which had slightly emerged due to Qing Lin’s swaying, back into her warm, soft mouth.

This time, perhaps having had previous experience, her movements were clearly more organized and no longer so awkward and stiff. ”Mm... that’s more like it.” Seeing that Su Mei had finally ”seen the light,” Yun Yan nodded with satisfaction.

She rolled her lively purple eyes, thinking that if her mother could also come and share such a lively scene, Brother Xiancheng’s mood would surely be even more joyful.

Once this thought arose, she could no longer restrain herself.

So, she noiselessly slid off the soft couch, stretched her short little legs, and dashed out of the room. In a corner of the room, Zi Yan curled her small body into a ball, trying to minimize her presence.

The increasingly heated and provocative scene before her eyes caused a nameless fear and resistance to rise in her heart, yet in the deepest part of her body, a strange, tingling warm current was quietly surging, carrying an indescribable anticipation and curiosity.

These two contradictory emotions fought fiercely in her heart, making her apple-like face turn bright red. Ultimately, the body’s most primal instinct overwhelmed her reason and took the upper hand.

She quietly reached out her small hand, slipped it under her skirt, and began to explore clumsily and curiously within that mysterious valley where no one had ever set foot. Her gaze remained foolishly glued to Yun Xiancheng’s side profile, which was as warm as jade and incomparably handsome, as if she wanted to carve his appearance deep into her mind.

After an unknown amount of time, another scalding, burning warm current erupted from Yun Xiancheng’s body, and several strands of crystalline white liquid splashed accurately onto Su Mei’s exquisite face.

She was stunned for a moment, then reached out her slender, jade-like hand to carefully catch the liquid containing the essence of life, holding it in her palm. The touch was warm and viscous, carrying a strange, heart-pounding aura of life.

This time, she didn’t hesitate at all, as if following the deepest desire of her body, and drank it all in one gulp.

As soon as that essence entered her abdomen, it transformed into a majestic and pure Dou Qi, flowing from head to toe like a warm stream, nourishing every inch of her meridians.

She could even clearly perceive that her Dou Huang bottleneck, which had been stagnant for a long time and was as hard as a rock, actually showed faint signs of loosening.

Just as she was immersed in this wonderful experience of increased cultivation, the bead curtain of the inner chamber was gently pushed aside by a pair of fair hands, making a crisp ”clinking” sound.

Yun Ziyi, dressed in a luxurious purple palace gown, led a slender girl in a dark green dress and walked in slowly.

”See that, Xiao Qing?” Yun Ziyi leaned lazily against the doorframe, her phoenix eyes filled with a shimmering smile, her gaze flowing with the myriad charms of a mature woman capable of overturning all living beings

with her various styles.

”Our husband has this kind of temperament—warm and easygoing. He doesn’t know how to refuse, but he also never actively asks. So, you must seize the opportunity yourself and get close to him more often.”

Hearing this, Xiao Qing’s pretty face instantly turned so red it looked like it could drip blood. She bowed her head slightly, her dark green hair falling like a waterfall.

When her gaze inadvertently touched Saintess Qing Lin, who was intimately entangled with Yun Xiancheng, the blush on her cheeks deepened.

She stole another quick glance at Yun Xiancheng’s profile, and her legs uncontrollably pressed closer together. ”Furthermore, husband prefers liveliness; the more people serving him, the happier he is.”

Yun Ziyi’s voice carried a hint of a smile, seemingly a joke yet also a reminder, but then her tone shifted slightly.

”Naturally, we sisters can also find quite a bit of pleasure. However, in this way, the time allocated to each person becomes a bit shorter.” Her words contained a small hidden complaint, intended as guidance for the newcomer.

”Ugh—” With another suppressed groan, Su Mei was pushed back slightly by the impact of the third warm current.

At this point, she had become much more familiar with it, smoothly accepting the entire gift and carefully feeling the replenishment of Dou Qi within her body. The feeling was so wonderful she almost let out a soft moan.

Qing Lin, who was being intimate with her husband, also noticed Yun Ziyi’s arrival.

Her small face flushed, and she hurriedly tried to pull away from Yun Xiancheng to let Sister Purple Wing go first.

Unexpectedly, just as she moved half an inch, a warm and powerful large hand firmly gripped her slender waist, while the other hand precisely grasped her wrist, rendering her unable to move.

”Ah—Husband!” Qing Lin gave a soft cry, and before her words could fade, her body was flipped over by a force.

That ”buzhou divine mountain,” which had just been causing trouble between her legs, now reached into Qing Lin’s Peach Blossom Spring in a more direct and overbearing manner.

Su Mei witnessed this earth-shattering scene from inches away and involuntarily covered her mouth to prevent a cry of surprise.

Her pupils contracted from extreme shock, but she did not run or dodge. Instead, she widened her phoenix eyes, engraving this unheard-of and unseen intimate method into her mind, frame by frame, with absolute clarity.

Yun Ziyi was already accustomed to this erotic and stimulating scene. She nodded with satisfaction and lazily ordered:

”Where is Yaner? Go and find the Lü Man sisters as well. Today is a good day for a family reunion; it’s more lively with more people.”

Seeing this, Xiao Qing summoned her courage and suggested in a voice as soft as a mosquito’s buzz, ”Sister Purple Wing, h-how about... let Xiao Qing go find Mansion Master Lü Man?” Hearing this, Yun Ziyi glanced back at her, a meaningful smile curling at the corners of her lips: ”That won’t do. You’ve just arrived; it’s exactly the time you should get closer and more familiar with Lord

Guan, and this errand work certainly won’t fall to you.”

In the corner, Zi Yan, who was immersed in her own world, suddenly heard the name ”Yaner” and thought she was being called, giving her a start. She pulled her hand out from under her skirt as if she’d been electrocuted, hiding it behind her back in a panic. Her small face instantly turned pale, fearing her little secret had been exposed on the spot. Yun Yan nodded, spread her wings, and left the room.

382: Starting to Eat

At that time, when Yun Yan found Lü Man, this Branch Mansion Master of the Heavenly Serpent Mansion was in an elegant tea room with Mistress Yao of the Qian Yao Workshop, discussing in detail a series of follow-up procedures and the division of interests following the establishment of the ”Righteousness Alliance.”

Just as the two were clashing over the ownership of certain resources, the curtain of the tea room was flipped open with a ”swish” by a small hand.

Yun Yan, with her short legs, rushed in like a whirlwind, ran straight to Lü Man’s side, stood on her tiptoes, and leaned into her ear, urgently whispering a few words in a voice only the two could hear.

In an instant, Lü Man’s peach blossom eyes, which had been flickering with shrewdness and calculation, suddenly erupted with an astonishingly bright light.

It was the excitement of a hunter discovering top-tier prey, the ecstasy of a gourmet encountering a peerless delicacy. The expression on her face changed unpredictably, finally settling into a charming and meaningful smile.

She gently patted Yun Yan’s small head as a sign of approval, then turned to the still-stunned Mistress Yao, her voice so enchanting it could almost drip water.

”Ah-la-la, Mistress Yao, it seems today is a good day to enjoy a big feast. This place has too many eyes and ears. How about... we move to the inner chambers to discuss in detail?”