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

331: Section 331Almost simultaneously, a warm, large hand covered the top of her head, gently ruffling her smooth purple hair with a purely comforting touch.

”Hmm?” He spoke, his gentle inquiry piercing her eardrums. His eyes curved slightly, holding a pool of clear, warm light within. ”Zi Yan?” Zi Yan looked up, meeting that tender gaze directly. Her heart missed a beat.

”Brother Chenger.” Mustering all her courage, she uttered the words as faintly as a mosquito’s hum, each syllable tinged with scalding heat. ”Zi Yan... can Zi Yan join too?”

Yun Xiancheng said nothing, only the smile at the corner of his lips deepened slightly. The arm around her waist tightened, pulling her entire petite frame more securely into his embrace.

This action was the clearest answer.

Her legs dangled, unable to reach the ground, yet Zi Yan felt not a shred of unease in her heart.

She even forgot to unfurl her Dou Qi wings to maintain balance, contentedly curling up in his arms, savoring this exclusive, secure embrace. A few strands of glistening liquid slid silently down the soft curve of her inner thighs.

The fluid spread into a small, dark stain on the soft couch, silently narrating her body’s most honest reaction at this moment.

Yun Xiancheng sensed her tension. He lowered his head and pressed an exceedingly gentle, thoroughly comforting kiss onto her smooth forehead.

At the same time, the buzhou divine mountain, which had just pacified the two Beauties, remained spirited and alert. With a slight adjustment of his body, the summit of Buzhou Mountain gently nudged against the entrance below her core.

Zi Yan’s body instantly stiffened. Her throat moved involuntarily, struggling to complete a swallow.

This was the thing... the thing that had just battled Instructor Su Mei and Mistress Yao to the point where one was drowsy and the other leaned against the couch, panting incessantly... So immense... If it... wouldn’t it create a bulge here?

For a moment, anticipation, fear, curiosity, and shyness tangled into a chaotic mess in her heart, making her apple-like little face flush red, then pale white.

However, the inner turmoil ultimately could not withstand instinct.

A profound urgency rose from the depths of her body, driving her to uncontrollably push her hips forward slightly.

That full, rounded mound, separated by a thin layer of air, brushed lightly against the scorching length of Buzhou Mountain, leaving behind a moist, glistening trail.

Her invitation, Yun Xiancheng received in full. He controlled his strength, exploring repeatedly over the surface of the peach blossom spring. Even without truly entering, the unique sensation of the Young lady’s tight, plump flesh was already clearly transmitted.

Under such friction, the tender entrance instinctively turned outward slightly, yet, due to the ample flesh, could not fully bloom open, possessing a certain budding, youthful Beauty.

This kind of teasing through layers was, for Zi Yan, nothing less than the sweetest torture.

A current, both numbing and itching, erupted from the point of contact, coursing through her entire body, making her go limp all over.

More liquid gushed forth from deep within her body, thoroughly soaking the tip of the poised object, making it slick and gleaming.

”Mmm... mmm... Brother, don’t... don’t tease Zi Yan anymore...” She squirmed restlessly, her words carrying a coquettishness and plea she herself hadn’t noticed. Her purple eyes were misty with moisture, pitifully gazing at him.

Yun Xiancheng chuckled lowly, ceasing his teasing. He steadied the Young lady’s waist in his arms.

With a slight dip of his hips, he broke through that thin barrier, firmly yet gently embedding himself deep into the heart of the peach blossom spring. As he pressed into that untouched peach blossom spring, Zi Yan’s body tensed sharply.

A delicate moan, mingling pain and wonder, escaped her throat, melodious and moving. For Yun Xiancheng, Zi Yan was unprecedentedly tender and tight.

Each slow thrust could clearly discern the layered resistance of the resilient inner walls, and ultimately, their warm, complete surrender.

A wisp of fresh red blood meandered down, quietly blooming into a small, brilliant crimson plum blossom on the soft brocade cushion. For Zi Yan, that initial, sharp pain lasted only a brief moment.

What followed was an unprecedented, soul-enveloping depth of pleasure. It was a completely new, unimaginable experience.

Every minute movement of Buzhou Mountain could stimulate countless sensitive spots on the inner walls, triggering a series of fine tremors.

Involuntarily, she tightened her arms around his neck, burying her face deep into the crook of his shoulder. Fine, suppressed pants escaped intermittently.

Yun Xiancheng did not begin moving immediately, giving her ample time to adjust.

His palm still rested on her back, patting gently, one stroke after another, conveying silent comfort. This tenderness brought a few drops of happy tears to her eyes.

She slowly lifted her head. Her misty purple eyes met his smiling gaze. In a very soft, heavily nasal tone, she whimpered, ”Brother...”

That call was soft, sticky, a full-hearted coquetry and a complete surrender.

The smile in Yun Xiancheng’s eyes deepened. He lowered his head, kissed away the moisture welling at the corner of her eye, and then began that slow, steady rhythm. Surging, intense joy and unbearable emptiness followed Yun Xiancheng’s pace and movements.

Zi Yan’s consciousness floated and sank in the waves. She never knew.

That such a simple act could bring such immense, nearly soul-melting pleasure.

So this was the experience of sharing the most intimate act with someone you love. It was wonderful.

Thinking this, her body relaxed further, leaning back, allowing Yun Xiancheng to lead her, sinking together into the boundless, warm torrent named desire.

The Young lady’s first bloom was thus quietly accomplished within such profound tenderness and affection. Her world was forever tinged with another’s color, never to be separated again.

For Yun Xiancheng, this youthful, beautiful body in his arms was a treasure he had personally plucked, and yet another brilliant, unique hue in the long life that lay before him.

385 Returning to Jia Ma

After that day, Yun Xiancheng’s time in Qi Huo City shed all his aloofness and formality towards outsiders, immersing himself completely in the gentle haven that belonged solely to him.

He no longer concealed his fondness for Beauty, reveling day and night with the women surrounding him.

Each deep embrace, each ultimate surrender, allowed him to delve into the depths of each woman’s soul.

Especially the newly joined Beauties like Su Mei and Mistress Yao. Through the daily revelry of clouds and rain, they finally personally understood what it meant to have an endlessly harmonious family here, and what true happiness was that made one sink in, unwilling to wake.

Following closely was a series of experiences that were nearly mind-shattering for them.

One must know, even in a place like the Central Plains teeming with hidden talents, Heaven Class Techniques were priceless treasures, enough to provoke countless powerful figures to fight for them. In a place like the Black-Corner Region, Earth Class high-rank techniques were already legendary, rarely seen.

But now, a Quasi-Heaven Rank technique was just casually handed to them? Before this shock could settle, another wonder arrived.

When they were connected to that mental link the girls jokingly called the ’family network,’ a completely new mode of communication utterly overturned their understanding. That near-instantaneous long-distance telepathic communication truly realized the fantasy of ’the ends of the earth being like next door.’

Under the dual effects of this miraculous connection and the techniques, they didn’t even notice how astonishingly fast their Dou Qi was being purified, and how their innate bloodlines were subtly, quietly being optimized.

However, compared to these transformative changes, what they cherished more was every moment spent day and night with Yun Xiancheng. Yun Xiancheng also delighted in this. He seemed tireless, accompanying those women who yearned for his affection all day and night.

He generously responded to all their demands, using one ultimate pleasure after another to deeply imprint his aura and affection into their bodies and souls.

This life continued for months, until every Beauty was thoroughly saturated with that dense affection, leaving no room for even a sliver more. The Beauties within the courtyard were overjoyed, soaking in a honey pot of happiness. But just a wall away, Han Fenger’s heart held only endless bitterness.

Even if she deliberately avoided inquiry, her Dou Huang perception, and perhaps not unintentionally, the barriers they set up seemed to affect only her not, the ceaseless nightly sounds of delicate moans were enough for her to understand what her good junior brother was doing.

She considered herself his senior sister, but what right did she have to restrain him?

She understood the logic, but the desire suppressed deep in her heart grew wildly on every sleepless night. She... wanted it too.

Thus, whenever night fell and the world quieted, after handling official duties, she would find herself drawn here as if by ghosts.

In this area, the most core and also most silent part of Qi Huo City, she would find a shadowy spot, quietly leaning against the cold wall.

Inside the wall was wanton revelry, the world’s most ultimate symphony. Outside the wall, she could only use the intermittent sounds reaching her ears to comfort her own long-dried, desolate body.

She once thought her body and mind had died in that betrayal, withered like a piece of charred wood.

But her junior brother’s appearance, and the sounds of his lovemaking with those women, seeped in like spring rain, drop by drop, allowing her body, frozen to death, to walk further and further on the path of self-unsealing.

She had to admit, the charm of this junior brother of hers was far too overpowering. He was like the sole core between heaven and earth, the center attracting all beautiful things in the world to worship.

More than once, she fantasized how wonderful it would be if she were not this rebellious self, if she didn’t have that disgraceful past.

How she wished she could, with him, experience a complete, relationship beyond the nominal senior-junior bond, and ultimately rightfully become his wife, making this relationship even closer.

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It was a pity, but the script of fate had long been written; she was Han Fenger, the one who had betrayed her sect, a sinner beyond redemption, a criminal with no right to pray for happiness.

Her Junior Brother always treated her with gentleness, even with a hint of subtle doting. But she could not, and dared not, become arrogant because of his special favor.

In her own heart, she had long been someone who deserved to die.

The Beauty sighed silently, pressing her body deeper into the shadows of the wall. The soft moans beside her ears were barely audible. She slowly raised her head, gazing at the cold, aloof full moon on the horizon, letting the moonlight cover her face with a layer of frost.

Several months of time passed in the blink of an eye.

The day of parting had finally arrived. On Yun Xiancheng’s left shoulder sat the purple-haired Little Lioness Yun Yan. On his right shoulder lay the petite Void Ancient Dragon, Zi Yan.

A clearly visible Dou Qi barrier cut precisely across the center of Yun Xiancheng’s head, separating the two little ones into two distinct territories.

Separated by the barrier, they glared at each other, neither able to stand the sight of the other. Qing Lin was held in Yun Xiancheng’s arms, and the two were kissing deeply and affectionately as if no one else were around.

After a long while, their lips parted. Her emerald eyes were filled with deep reluctance. ”Master, until we meet again.”

”Mm, see you next time, Qing Lin.” Yun Xiancheng replied softly, then raised his hand. His gaze drifted past the young girl in his arms toward the beautiful figures behind her—some charming, some lazy, some gentle, some delicate—and he waved. ”And everyone else, take care.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the beauties laughed and swarmed forward, surrounding him completely.

Long kisses, embraces, and all sorts of explicit and sweet flirtatious words filled his ears incessantly. Lü Man and the others were long accustomed to this and remained calm and composed.

Only Han Fenger, standing at the very edge of the crowd, watched with a flushed face. She subconsciously turned her head away, not daring to steal another glance at her Junior Brother.

After bidding a lingering farewell to his beauties, Yun Xiancheng walked through the crowd and went straight to Han Fenger.

He said nothing, but under Han Fenger’s surprised gaze, he opened his arms and pulled her tightly and firmly into his embrace. ”Ngh!” Han Fenger was caught off guard and crashed into his broad, warm chest, her eyes instantly widening.

A stream of warm liquid uncontrollably flowed down from her nasal cavity; she had a nosebleed again.

This sudden embrace brought an impact far greater than she had imagined.

Her whole body stiffened, pressed tightly against her Junior Brother’s chest, not daring to move an inch, fearing that her disheveled appearance would be seen by his bright and moving wives, inviting unnecessary ridicule.

The senior sister and junior brother stood quietly embracing at this moment of parting, feeling each other’s body temperature and heartbeat. After a long time, Yun Xiancheng slightly released her, raised his hand to gently smooth the long hair by her temples, and then planted a kiss as light as a feather on her smooth forehead. ”Senior Sister, until we meet again.”

This kiss stirred up a monstrous wave in her mind. Han Fenger’s thoughts completely stalled, and she stood there stunned, her mind blank, with only the lingering soft warmth on her forehead repeatedly reminding her of everything that had just happened.

”Don’t burn out your little wife’s brain.” Yao Chan couldn’t help but remind him.

386 Urgent Cultivation

Having left the academy without authorization for several months, Yun Xiancheng showed no trace of guilt on his face, his gait as composed as ever.

The Inner Academy of Canaan was secured behind a special spatial barrier that isolated it from outside prying eyes, but to his vast, sea-like soul perception, this barrier was merely a thin veil that he could see through with a gentle brush.

He easily found the old site of the medicinal garden on the outskirts of the Inner Academy, then led the three girls—Xiao Yi Xian, Zi Yan, and Yun Yan—and traveled along the familiar path, heading toward the quiet residence deep within the medicinal garden.

At this moment, most of the Young ladies in the residence were still focused on their bitter cultivation inside the Heavenly Flame Training Pagoda; only Instructor Ruo Lin remained behind.

After all, she held the title of instructor and was ultimately somewhat reserved, unable to lower herself to compete with the students for the precious cultivation spots in the pagoda.

Moreover, with her cultivation at the early stage of Dou Ling, she really couldn’t gain any advantage among those gifted and energetic younger generation. Even while keeping to her empty boudoir, Ruo Lin clearly sensed that her recent cultivation speed had reached an unprecedented state.

This was certainly due to her own diligence, but the deeper reason came from the miraculous bonuses brought by the spiritual link known as the ”family network.” It was a wondrous resonance. A portion of the pure Dou Qi obtained by the sisters during their cultivation would naturally flow into Yun Xiancheng, the core of the network, and after being transformed and purified by him, it would be fed back to every member in the link in a more refined and majestic form.

Under this mysterious two-way cycle, her cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds. In just a short year, she had quietly crossed three full stars in the Dou Ling Realm. Such progress was something she wouldn’t have dared to imagine in the past.

The other Young ladies also had their own improvements. Hu Jia, Xiao Mei, and Xiao Yu had all stepped into the two-star Dou Ling Realm. Nalan Yanran and Xiao Yan, with their more outstanding foundations and talents, had climbed to the level of five-star Dou Ling. Only Xiao Xun Er’s Realm remained at three-star Dou Ling, unhurried, clearly not having devoted her full effort to cultivation during this time.

Further away—those ”sisters” far off in the Jia Ma Empire whom she had yet to meet—Ruo Lin could also vaguely perceive their growth through the faint light of the spiritual link. Most of the younger sisters had already reached the peak of Great Dou Master or were knocking on the door of the Dou Ling Realm.

The older ones included Dou Huangs and Dou Wangs, each with profound Realms, but they seemed unaffected by bottlenecks; as long as they could cultivate, they could progress.

Among them, the one with the most calm and profound aura, she vaguely distinguished, should be Chenger’s first master, whose cultivation had surprisingly reached the mid-stage Dou Zong. She understood that this network woven of love allowed their cultivation to mutually benefit and complement each other.

The larger this big family grew, the faster each of them would grow. A subtle sense of anxiety quietly crept into her heart. In terms of age, she was undoubtedly the elder among them, but in terms of Realm, she had long been left far behind by several younger ”sisters.” This realization caused Ruo Lin, this nominal teacher, to feel a sense of urgency in her heart that she had nowhere to express.

Just as she was in the gap of her cultivation, letting her thoughts drift, the bright light point in the spiritual link—the one she thought of day and night and which served as the core of the network—rippled without warning.

At almost the same moment, soft footsteps came from outside the courtyard. Ruo Lin’s heart gave a sudden jump, and a halo of light instantly rippled in her autumn-water-like eyes. She stood up abruptly and walked quickly toward the door.

”Chenger?” She called out tentatively, her voice mixed with disbelief, surprise, and a slight tremor.

Before her voice had faded, the door was pushed open from the outside, and that gentle face engraved in the bottom of her heart came into view just like that.

The next instant, before she could react further, she was pulled into an embrace by a gentle yet domineering force, falling into a warm chest that smelled of sunshine and dust, which she had been separated from for so long.

”Long time no see, Master.” Yun Xiancheng whispered in her ear, his tone carrying a hint of intimacy and lingering affection that only she could understand. His warm breath brushed against her earlobe, triggering a series of tiny shivers.

Ruo Lin’s body stiffened, then completely softened. Her arms tightened involuntarily, hugging him back hard, burying her face deep into the crook of his neck. The two stood embracing right there in the entryway, whispering softly.

From the funny stories of a few naughty students in the academy, to the local customs of the Black-Corner Region, and then to the unspeakable longing between them. The words were intermittent but perfectly in sync.

The temperature in the air rose unknowingly, and when a kiss fell, all words melted between their lips and teeth.

By the time they came to their senses, they were already in the bedroom. Moonlight filtered through the window gauze, plating the clothes scattered on the floor with a hazy silver edge.

In the courtyard, Xiao Yi Xian looked at the flickering candle shadows on the window paper of the master bedroom, a helpless yet knowing smile appearing on her lips. She turned around, looked at the two purple heads—one big, one small—beside her, and said softly:

”It seems your Brother Chen needs to soothe Ruo Lin first. If anyone still feels unsatisfied, go in now; perhaps there is still time to share a slice of the pie.”

Zi Yan and Yun Yan shook their heads in unison. ”No, we’re already full.” The two girls answered in unison.

During those months of being together day and night in the Black-Corner Region, Yun Xiancheng had never been stingy with his grace and doting, having long since filled their bodies and minds to the brim.

”I’m going to cultivate!” Zi Yan suddenly straightened her small body, clenched her fists, her face full of high fighting spirit. ”This dragon has broken through to Dou Huang, and I feel I can advance toward the two-star Dou Huang! Hmph, purple-haired lion, once we get to the Inner Academy and don’t have your mother backing you up, let’s see who’s the boss!”

Over these past few months, Yun Xiancheng’s painstaking guidance, with his repeated ”infusions of heart’s blood,” had brought her not just joy deep in her soul, but also tangible bloodline advancement and a leap in strength.

Hearing this, Yun Yan gave a disdainful snort and spoke leisurely: ”I have already been married to my husband through proper channels. Want to see the recording stone? I’m wearing a bright red wedding dress, with a phoenix coronet and robes.”

Her words were light, but they carried immense weight. With just one sentence, she precisely punctured all the momentum Zi Yan had just built up. Her little face instantly slumped, she pouted, her head drooped, and even the purple twin tails behind her head looked listless. Watching this ceaseless confrontation between the two petite lolis, Xiao Yi Xian couldn’t help but laugh, covering her lips.