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

330: Section 330In her view, the term ”Inner Sanctum” merely referred to a more private location, better suited for discussing core secrets.

After all, the content they had just discussed already touched upon the future framework of the Righteousness Alliance; being cautious was never wrong.

Thus, she nodded without hesitation and smiled gently, saying, ”Very well, I shall follow the Mansion Master’s words.”

After speaking, she stood up, smoothed her skirt, and followed in Lü Man’s footsteps toward the back of the tea room. However, Mistress Yao had not expected that the path they took would be so winding and secluded.

Lü Man led her through carved corridors, around artificial rock barriers, and after many twists and turns, they finally stopped in front of a delicately structured, quiet, and elegant courtyard.

Mistress Yao knew this place quite well.

This area was immediately adjacent to the residence of the City Lord, Han Fenger. There was no need to ask; this must certainly be Young Master Yun’s residence.

But... why would Mansion Master Lü Man bring me here? Could it be... that Young Master Yun will also participate in the upcoming discussion?

At this thought, Mistress Yao’s heart began to pound uncontrollably, and a surge of heat, mixed with anticipation and nervousness, quietly crept up her cheeks.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her agitated emotions, and followed closely behind Lü Man. Lü Man naturally took in all of her girlish demeanor, a teasing, wicked smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

He did not point it out, merely pushing open the courtyard gate and leading the still-daydreaming Mistress Yao straight into the Inner Sanctum of the main house. As the heavy curtains were slowly pulled open, the scene inside the inner chamber was revealed without any obstruction.

With just one glance, it was as if a thunderbolt had exploded in Mistress Yao’s mind, shattering all her thoughts and all her reserve. It was a scene of such erotic stimulation that it would be unforgettable for her entire life.

On the large soft couch, Heavenly Serpent Mansion’s exceptionally talented Saintess, Qing Lin, as well as that Elder Qing with long dark green hair, were sleeping on a soft bed to the side. They were only loosely covered by a thin quilt, their snow-white shoulders and long, jade-like legs partially visible as they were immersed in sweet dreams.

In the center of the soft couch, the Amethyst Winged Lion King, Yun Ziyi, who was usually lazy, charming, and filled with immense authority, was currently in a highly impactful dominant position, riding atop Yun Xiancheng.

Her beautiful hair was disheveled, sweat-dampened strands clinging to her beautifully curved back. She rose and fell with the swaying of her waist, and the soft moans escaping her lips were like the most seductive melody, lingering in the air.

In the corner of the soft couch, the little girl with purple twin-tails who always followed Young Master Yun was looking up, her small mouth open, panting heavily. Her pretty face was incredibly flushed, her eyes unfocused and vacant, staring blankly at nothing.

And that Rakshasa Gate Master, Su Mei, who had just arrived in Qi Huo City not long ago, was meekly kneeling before Yun Xiancheng. Under the guidance of Xiao Yi Xian, her red lips were slightly parted, meticulously taking the shaft into her mouth, using her delicate tongue to diligently clean away the lingering traces of their passion.

This... what kind of shocking and scandalous scene was this!?

Seeing this scene, Mistress Yao felt a rush of hot blood surge to the top of her head, and her entire body’s blood seemed to boil in an instant. How could she withstand such intense sensory shock? She felt a heat in her nasal cavity, and two streams of bright red liquid uncontrollably flowed down.

”Ah!” She exclaimed, hurriedly raising her hand to cover her mouth and nose, staggering backward. Her mature and alluring face was now so red it seemed it could drip blood, and her mind was blank; she didn’t know what to say.

However, she wanted to retreat, but Lü Man would not let her.

Before Mistress Yao could turn and escape this place of trouble, a warm and firm hand grabbed her wrist.

Lü Man smiled enchantingly as he pulled her to his side, forcibly pressing her down onto a nearby brocade stool, and even considerately handed her a silk handkerchief.

”Little Yao,” Lü Man leaned close to her ear, his breath like orchids, a knowing smile at the corners of his eyes, ”You and our husband must still be in that... ambiguous stage of testing each other and merely scratching the surface, right?”

Mistress Yao’s mind was in chaos; where was the shrewd and capable demeanor she usually possessed? She wiped away her nosebleed frantically, and upon hearing Lü Man’s words, she could only nod subconsciously, letting out a mosquito-like ”Mm.”

Lü Man was extremely experienced in ”opening up new territories” and expanding the harem for his husband. He only needed one look at Mistress Yao’s current conflicted, shy, yet hard-to-hide longing expression to know how to prescribe the right medicine.

”Oh my, this is only natural.” Lü Man’s voice was as gentle as a pool of spring water, carrying the power to soothe the heart. ”Marriage is a major life event; how can one be careless? For a woman to decide to entrust her life to someone, she must choose carefully and be cautious. If one happens to meet the wrong person, finding a heartless and unrighteous villain, then the rest of one’s life will truly be worse than death.”

His words spoke directly to Mistress Yao’s heart, first standing from her perspective, considerately affirming her reserve and steadfastness. Upon hearing this, the panic in Mistress Yao’s heart calmed slightly, and she looked at Lü Man gratefully.

Subsequently, Lü Man changed the subject, his peach-blossom eyes sparkling with pride and adoration, smiling, ”However... our husband is different. Not to lie to you, looking across the entire Fighting Qi Continent, you wouldn’t find a second man as perfect—and as... loving—as he is.”

He deliberately emphasized the word ”loving,” implying something specific.

”But, husband’s standards are also extremely strict. He wouldn’t look twice at ordinary, vulgar women.”

Lü Man’s gaze swept seemingly casually over Mistress Yao’s curves, which still maintained their virginity, and continued with satisfaction, ”Only those who are virtuous, kind, and pure of body are worthy of entering our Inner Sanctum and becoming part of the family.”

”It is precisely because of this that we, as his wives, never have any infighting or conflicts. We are a family of sisters, living in harmony, and I don’t know how many others envy us.”

Lü Man was silver-tongued, just like a top-tier salesperson, enthusiastically introducing this ”harmonious and happy” big family to Mistress Yao. And the suppressed, charming moans of Yun Ziyi lingering in the room became the most vivid and persuasive background music for this sales pitch.

”But... but are you truly not jealous?” Mistress Yao listened, dumbfounded, feeling her worldview being reshaped, ”Just like that... willingly sharing him with others?”

She felt this was simply a fantasy, something that no woman with a normal mind could accept.

”Hmm?” Hearing this, Lü Man seemed to have heard some great joke, covering his lips and laughing softly a few times, his charming peach-blossom eyes slightly squinting, ”Oh? Jealous? What right or ability do we have to be jealous?”

He turned his head, gazing obsessively at Yun Xiancheng’s side profile, which remained handsome and gentle even in the throes of passion, and extended a slender, jade-like finger, gently resting it on his chin, his voice carrying a dreamlike devotion.

”For husband to be willing to show favor and accept us... this is already a great blessing we have cultivated over who knows how many lifetimes. We are grateful to him and adore him too much; how could we dare to have the delusional thought of begging him to let us monopolize him?”

”Do you know, for a person as immortal-like as him, being cold-hearted, indifferent, and detached is the norm. Now that he is willing to treat us with affection... this is already the greatest blessing heaven has bestowed upon us.”

Mistress Yao stared blankly at Lü Man. She looked at those peach-blossom eyes that always flickered with shrewdness and charm, now overflowing with that kind of love and adoration, pure to the point of being a belief, without a trace of impurity.

For a moment, she fell silent.

After a long while, following a high-pitched phoenix cry from Yun Ziyi, Xiao Yi Xian took over the battle.

Mistress Yao finally found her voice. She lowered her head, looking at her hands, which were twisted together due to nervousness, and in a murmuring voice, asked the question that would determine the fate of her second half of life.

”Then... can I... can I join?”

”Silly girl.” Only then did Lü Man finally reveal a fox-like smile of a scheme accomplished. ”Husband never refuses women who treat him with sincerity. But, he also never takes the initiative to ask. So, everything depends on you taking the initiative.”

Mistress Yao raised her head, her gaze crossing over Lü Man’s shoulder, looking toward the soft couch where Xiao Yi Xian was gently exchanging lovers’ emotions with Yun Xiancheng.

Mistress Yao looked at Yun Xiancheng’s smiling, handsome face, and slowly clenched her fists, as if she had finally made up her mind.

After a while, Xiao Yi Xian satisfiedly pressed a kiss onto Yun Xiancheng’s lips, then swayed her waist and walked into the bathroom of the side chamber.

Her lazy figure disappeared behind the bead curtain, and the fragrance on her body still lingered in the air. At this moment, Yun Xiancheng turned his head, his gaze landing on Su Mei, who was kneeling beside him.

He raised his hand, gently rubbing her soft hair, and asked gently, ”Have you decided?”

Su Mei’s body trembled slightly. She raised those phoenix eyes glistening with water, her eye sockets brimming with mist, her nose slightly red. ”I have already done such things for Young Master.” Her words were fragmented, every word stained with wetness, ”Young Master... are you willing to take responsibility?”

At this moment, where was any of the dignity of the Rakshasa Gate Master? She was just a woman who, having surrendered her body and heart, was waiting anxiously for the verdict.

Yun Xiancheng smiled, a warm and mellow smile, enough to melt the solidest ice. He did not speak, merely leaning over to lift Su Mei horizontally, letting her sit on his already erect lap. He extended a finger, gently pressing it against her soft, slightly trembling lips, stopping her unfinished words.

”That is naturally something I am willing to do,” he replied in a low voice.

A faint white light lit up at his fingertips, soft and pure, flowing slowly from his fingers over Su Mei’s entire body.

Wherever the light passed, the traces left by their previous lovemaking, along with that sticky sensation, vanished without a trace, leaving behind only freshness and cleanliness.

Having comforted the Beauty in his arms, Yun Xiancheng’s gaze passed over her shoulder, looking at Lü Man and Mistress Yao on the side.

Lü Man immediately understood Lord Guan’s intention.

She walked forward with a bewitching gait, wrapping her boneless, soft arms around Yun Xiancheng’s neck from behind, pressing her full body against him.

She brought her warm breath to Yun Xiancheng’s ear, whispering in a charming, bone-melting voice: ”Husband~ Little Sister Yao has been waiting impatiently. You must share your favors equally and not show favoritism; you should bestow more affection upon her!”

Yun Xiancheng turned his head, rubbing his cheek affectionately against Lü Man’s smooth face.

”Come together, all of you.” His words were light, yet they made Lü Man’s breath hitch for a moment.

Once these words were spoken, Lü Man’s eyes instantly burst with surprise.

She happily tightened her arms, hugging Yun Xiancheng even closer, rubbing her full breasts against his back to express her joy.

On the other side, Yun Yan also acted with understanding.

She ran behind Mistress Yao, pushing her back with her small body, urging her to join this feast.

Mistress Yao did not refuse, but her jade-like hands, which were unconsciously clasped together with knuckles turning slightly white, revealed her inner nervousness.

Following Yun Yan’s push, she moved step by step toward the soft couch.

However, when she truly sat beside Yun Xiancheng and smelled the clear, pleasant scent on him, all her nervousness and awkwardness quietly dissipated.

An unprecedented sense of peace enveloped her, causing her entire body to relax.

At this very moment, Mistress Yao had to admit that Young Master Yun was truly an anomaly.

The longer she spent with him, the more clearly she could perceive an attraction emanating from the depths of his soul; he was naturally meant to be cherished and adored by everyone.

Ah, I really want to... just stay by his side and rest like this.

No need to think about anything, no need to do anything.

As Mistress Yao thought this, her clothes slipped off; she stood before Yun Xiancheng, her fair, tender calves fully exposed.

Seeing Mistress Yao—a woman who was practically a stranger to her—approach, Su Mei subconsciously covered the surface of her exquisite body with a thin layer of Fighting Qi.

The film was nearly transparent, yet it prevented any direct skin-to-skin contact.

Lü Man was not surprised by this, and even nodded approvingly.

These sisters, when serving their husband together, would all cover themselves with such a layer of Fighting Qi film.

They loved their husband, and while their feelings for the other sisters were good, they were limited to sisterly affection; as for skin-to-skin contact, their bodies would still instinctively repel it.

In the corner on the other side, Yun Yan silently took Zi Yan’s hand.

Zi Yan’s small body was shaking violently, her legs trembling uncontrollably, revealing extreme fear.

Zi Yan raised her head and asked in a voice as soft as a mosquito’s buzz: ”Do... do I have to as well?”

Yun Yan just looked at her steadily, then nodded forcefully: ”Yes.”

Such a simple dialogue drained all of Zi Yan’s strength.

She fearfully glanced at Yun Xiancheng’s profile; that handsome face appeared even more gentle in the candlelight.

In the end, she said nothing more, simply lowering her eyes, already resigned to her fate, readying herself.

Seeing this, Lü Man smiled bewitchingly and took the initiative to shoulder the responsibility of teaching.

”Little sisters, watch closely, I will demonstrate for you.”

She took Yun Yan’s small hand, and the two Beauties—one big and one small—approached Yun Xiancheng together.

Yun Xiancheng understood, extending his arms to hold their waists.

With a slight exertion, he stacked their bodies together and then began to move.

The two Beauties, one big and one small, had already enjoyed such ultimate bliss many times, so they naturally demonstrated with familiarity, watching as Mistress Yao, Su Mei, and Zi Yan stared wide-eyed, their faces flushing red.

Before long, the room was filled with the sounds of beautiful, decadent songs.

With a sudden burst of intensity, Lü Man and Yun Yan’s bodies went limp, temporarily eliminated from the fray, retreating to the side to rest while panting.

At this moment, Yun Xiancheng’s gaze finally fell upon the three Beauties who had been waiting for a long time on the side.

He said nothing more; actions were the best words.

He first picked up Zi Yan, who was still trembling, and had her sit in front of him.

His palms were large and carried a scalding temperature, covering her full, petite chest, kneading and rubbing through the thin dress fabric with moderate force.

Zi Yan let out a short, startled cry of ”Ah,” her body tensing straight as a board.

A strange, numbing electric current shot up from her tailbone, straight to the top of her head.

She had never had such an experience, her little face instantly flushed red, her eyes misting over, yet she dared not resist.

Just as Yun Xiancheng was comforting the little dragon girl, Su Mei on the side had already taken the initiative to set up her position.

She knelt on the soft couch on both knees, her full buttocks raised high, forming an alluring curve, presenting herself without reservation before her most beloved.

Yun Xiancheng thrust forward without hesitation.

The initial tightness was incredibly intense, and the warm, slippery interior greedily wrapped around and sucked at the intruder, bringing ultimate pleasure.

Satisfied groans gradually replaced low whimpers.

On the silk cushion, a gorgeous red plum blossom bloomed.

On the other side, Mistress Yao was still a bit at a loss, only subconsciously grabbing Yun Xiancheng’s elbow, not knowing what she should do.

Yun Xiancheng did not neglect her.

While moving slowly inside Su Mei, adapting to that tightness, he took the initiative to guide Mistress Yao, letting her assume the same kneeling, prostrate posture as Su Mei.

His free hand was placed on Mistress Yao’s full, round buttocks, patting them with moderate force.

”Smack!” The crisp sound echoed in the quiet inner chamber.

Each pat made Mistress Yao’s snow-white buttocks heave and sway violently.

At the same time, it also made this mature Beauty emit unique, pleasantly surprised low cries.

Waves of warm fluid flowed uncontrollably from her Peach Blossom Spring, gradually soaking the soft cushion beneath her.

By the time the groans from Su Mei’s mouth gradually became self-forgetful and carried a hint of sweetness, Yun Xiancheng slowly aimed at the already muddy Mistress Yao.

He moved forward without hesitation.

Compared to Su Mei’s tightness, Mistress Yao provided a more rounded experience.

Those supple and elastic inner walls gave Yun Xiancheng a unique and wonderful texture of tenderness.

The pure and innocent interior was equally tight, but it possessed an extra touch of the warmth and tolerance unique to a mature woman.

Mistress Yao let out a satisfied sigh, her hands gripping the silk cushion beneath her tightly, her knuckles straining.

The feeling of being possessed by her beloved made her both nervous and excited.

In Yun Xiancheng’s arms, Zi Yan, who had been skillfully teased for a long time, finally couldn’t take it anymore.

Amidst a violent shudder, she welcomed the tide; her small body went limp, collapsing powerlessly into Yun Xiancheng’s arms, with only her rapid breathing proving just how intense her experience had been.

Held in Yun Xiancheng’s arms, Zi Yan could clearly perceive the steady and powerful heartbeat of the person beneath her.

That power, which moved calmly between Su Mei and Mistress Yao, caused the little heart in her own chest to beat uncontrollably and wildly; every impact pulled at the most minute nerve endings throughout her entire body.

This affection did not come out of thin air, but was a steadily firming realization that had settled in the bottom of her heart after countless comparisons.

The days at Jia Nan Academy were dull enough to make one’s bones grow moldy.

The young people there were boring in speech and action, mediocre in ability, yet each one of them thought highly of themselves, looking down on others.

The nicknames they gave her behind her back were full of ignorant malice, garbage she disdained to even remember.

How could those guys ever be compared to Brother Xiancheng?

Just recalling the time spent with him, warmth would unconsciously stain Zi Yan’s eyes.

That pure joy from the bottom of her heart quietly crept up her cheeks, revealing a faint red.

The threads of memory were pulled, drawing her back to the day they first met.

Deep within the medicinal garden of Jia Nan Academy, she was sitting bored on the rough branch of an ancient tree, her two small legs dangling in the air.

It was then that he and Yun Yan entered her field of vision.

The figures of the two soaring side-by-side in the sky, with the gorgeous trajectories of their Fighting Qi wings trailing behind them, cutting through the firmament.

That scene, like the deepest brand, was deeply engraved in her mind, never to be erased.

A strange, sour emotion fermented silently in the bottom of her heart.

She didn’t understand what it was exactly, only knowing that the little purple-haired girl could be so close to him, which made her chest feel a bit stifled.

Later on, when they became truly familiar with each other, that lingering depression became even stronger.

How could such a good person be met first by that noisy little purple-haired lion?

But this small resentment was soon replaced by an overflowing sense of relief.

Fortunately, such a good person was not an unreachable phantom, nor a vague, ethereal immortal from a story.

He was truly right before her eyes, warm and within reach.

This thought gave her unprecedented courage.

Zi Yan raised her slightly trembling hand, her fingertips carrying a bit of cautious probing, and gently touched Yun Xiancheng’s warm cheek.

The moment their skin touched, a warmth traveled from her fingertips, soothing her palm, and also allowing her suspended heart to settle securely back into place.