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

332: Section 332Her trip to the Black-Corner Region had not yielded the greatest harvest in the advancement of her cultivation, but rather in identifying the true shadow on the path ahead—the mysterious organization from the Central Plains, the Hall of Souls.

Although she knew nothing about what lay behind the name ”Hall of Souls,” that did not prevent her from marking it as a mortal enemy. Since it was the enemy of her husband, it was also her mortal enemy.

With her current cultivation as a mere Dou Wang, she was truly insignificant in the face of such a behemoth.

Dou Huang, Dou Zong... Only by constantly climbing upward and possessing greater strength could she stand side by side with him when he needed it, rather than merely hiding under his wings.

Her gaze turned toward this vast, boundless medicinal garden. This place was a breeding ground for heavenly treasures, and it could also be a paradise for highly toxic substances. She was a student here, and it was time to ”borrow” a little.

Supplemented by the extremely Yang vital energy left behind by her husband within her body, her Calamity Poison Body would surely erupt completely at the fastest possible speed.

With her mind made up, the three Young ladies did not linger, each dispersing to find a quiet room and immersing themselves in a new round of cultivation.

”Sister Yue should marry Classmate Cheng early; we juniors will be the dowry maids.”

Inside the Moon Spirit’s base, the air was as stifling as gathering clouds before a storm, pressing down on people until they couldn’t breathe.

The usually chattering Young ladies were now listless, slumped in their seats with a withered posture, lacking even the strength to straighten their backs.

All that could be heard rising and falling were resentful sighs.

”Classmate Cheng... counting it up, it’s been nearly three months since he stepped foot in our Moon Spirit, hasn’t it?” A girl resting her chin on one hand, her gaze vacant, staring at a speck of dust on the table, spoke gloomily.

”I remember clearly, three months and twelve days exactly.”

Another girl chimed in, tracing circles in the air unconsciously, ”Although it sounds reasonable to say he is in closed-door cultivation for the Inner Academy Grand Competition, these days are truly so bland that one could taste the grains of boredom.”

This decadent atmosphere permeating the entire room made Han Yue feel a surge of annoyance.

She sat cross-legged on the cushion at the main seat, attempting to maintain her dignity as ”Sister Yue,” and her voice rose a few notches as a result:

”What kind of behavior is this! All of you Young ladies, listless one by one. Go and look at Xiao Yan and the others; which one of them isn’t racing against time in the Heavenly Flame Training Pagoda? Look at yourselves again, how slack have you become in your cultivation?”

”Oh, Sister Yue, doesn’t that just go to show that they are true geniuses?”

A bold girl simply sat on the table, dangling her legs, the charcoal pencil in her hand scratching on the paper, sketching the side profile of a refined and ethereal man in a few strokes.

Without even raising her head, the words from her mouth were earth-shattering:

”In this little sister’s opinion, Sister Yue, you shouldn’t be lecturing us here. What you should do is marry Classmate Cheng as soon as possible. By then, we juniors will be the dowry maids, and that would be the happy life.”

Once these words were spoken, they instantly ignited the listlessness in the room. The Young ladies, who had just been drooping their heads, immediately perked up and began to chime in one after another.

”Well said! Sister Yue, the dowry must be prepared generously, we absolutely cannot let people laugh at us. Furthermore, we must let Classmate Cheng understand that we cherish and value him immensely, and we are by no means frivolous people.”

”Right, this is called the All-In theory!” Someone shouted, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

”We should bet everything on Classmate Cheng, and what that ’all-in’ earns us is a lifetime of happiness and stability!”

”Exactly! After marriage, we must also share the burden for our husband. We need to find a way to prove that we aren’t just rice-eating parasites.” ”Then... how to prove it?”

”Hmm... how about opening up a medicinal garden? We can tend to it carefully, and all the harvested medicinal herbs can be given to Junior Sister Xiao Yan. She is so skilled at refining medicine; she will definitely be a great help to Classmate Cheng!”

”That’s a good idea!”

A room full of chattering Young ladies, ignoring everyone else, planned her lifelong affairs and the future of Moon Spirit clearly and distinctly.

Han Yue clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force. She opened her mouth, but the reprimands were stuck in her throat, and she couldn’t utter a single word.

Because, deep down, she actually felt that what they said... had some truth to it. She and they were not essentially different.

During the few months that person was away, her heart felt as if a piece had been hollowed out, filled with cold wind, and she couldn’t muster the energy to do anything.

Even with the dual boost of the Earth Core Body Tempering Fluid and the Heavenly Flame Training Pagoda, which allowed her cultivation to advance and successfully break through to the Realm of a Seven-Star Dou Ling, this joy was washed away when she turned back to see the figures of those junior sisters.

Their speed of progress was more than just fast; it was practically a crushing stance, drawing an unfathomably deep chasm between her and them.

The pride she once held as a proud daughter of the academy was worn away in these repeated gazes of looking up and chasing. Once that pride dissipated, distracting thoughts grew wildly like weeds.

With distracting thoughts arising, every corner of her mind was occupied by that snowy-clothed, clear figure.

When only his figure remained in her mind, that yearning to see him boiled down into a gut-wrenching poison, burning her day and night.

Just as she was in a daze, a faint, clear, and familiar scent of mixed flowers quietly drifted into her nostrils. Before Han Yue could even react to the source of this fragrance, her body had responded before her consciousness.

Those originally dim eyes, without warning, reignited with light. That radiance was bright enough to dispel the gloom in the room.

This sudden change caused the originally noisy room to fall into absolute silence instantly. The next moment, everyone’s gaze was focused on the doorway.

That figure they had missed for more than three full months just walked in leisurely.

Before Yun Xiancheng could stand still, a green figure brought a gust of fragrant wind and threw herself into his arms regardless of anything else. It was Han Yue.

She buried her face deeply into his broad chest, greedily breathing in the scent that haunted her dreams, as if to convey all the longing of these past months through this embrace.

After a brief silence, there was an even more enthusiastic eruption. The Young ladies swarmed up with a ”boom,” surrounding the two of them tightly. ”Junior Brother Cheng! You finally decided to leave closed-door cultivation!”

”We’ve already discussed Sister Yue’s dowry; we’re just waiting for you to nod!” ”Marry Sister Yue, and we will be the dowry maids, at your disposal!”

Facing this group of Young ladies whose enthusiasm was almost scorching, Yun Xiancheng did not show the slightest surprise on his face. He remained with that gentle and peaceful expression, allowing Han Yue to hold him tightly, and allowing those chattering words to drown him out.

He did not initiate, nor did he refuse.

This composed acquiescence was more capable of igniting the Young ladies’ enthusiasm than any words. They surrounded him, almost half-pushing and half-carrying him into the inner room.

On the floor of the inner room, more than a dozen cushions had already been laid out.

The Young ladies dispersed with great tacit understanding, each finding a spot and sitting down properly on their knees. Only the central position had a softer and thicker cushion laid out, reserved for Han Yue.

Dozens of bright gazes, filled with shyness, nervousness, and infinite expectation, fell squarely on Yun Xiancheng’s face, fixing him as the focus of their attention.

Yun Xiancheng slowly sat down on his knees in front of Han Yue, his gaze sweeping over the young and excited faces around him, a light, shallow smile spreading across his lips. ”How long have you all been waiting for me?”

”Not long, not long, just three months and twelve days!” The girl who had been sketching earlier answered eagerly, shaking three fingers with a serious air. ”Junior Brother Cheng, these days while you were in closed-door cultivation, we truly felt like every day was a year.”

”Yes, yes, but the hardest part was for Sister Yue. She stood in the courtyard every day, gazing longingly, her eyes just like a ’Waiting-for-Husband Stone’ that had come to life. She was born to be your wife.”

The Young ladies chimed in one after another, energetically ”confessing” on behalf of their Sister Yue, their words filled with teasing laughter.

Yun Xiancheng’s expression remained gentle. So, the time he had been away from the academy had been seen by them as closed-door cultivation. That was fine; it saved a lot of trouble in explaining. He understood in his heart but did not expose it, simply accepting this well-intentioned misunderstanding.

He knew that while these girls said it was for Han Yue, deep down, they might also be putting themselves in that position, fantasizing about being the one sitting opposite him right now, receiving his gentle gaze.

Yun Xiancheng reached out and gently wrapped his arm around Han Yue’s waist, pulling her a little closer to himself.

His gaze was focused and profound, as if the entire world had faded away, leaving only this crimson-cheeked young woman in his arms.

Han Yue’s heart was beating so fast it felt like it was about to jump out of her throat.

Under that gaze, all her restraint and hesitation turned into ashes.

She summoned the greatest courage of her life, tilted her head slightly, met his gaze, and firmly pressed her warm, soft lips against his.

That kiss seemed to pour out all the longing Han Yue had suppressed for three months and twelve days.

The moment their lips touched, she could clearly feel that warmth and freshness unique to Yun Xiancheng emanating from his lips.

This was not a contest of technique, nor was it about worldly sophistication; it was merely the instinctive drawing together of two mutually attracted hearts.

She clumsily, even somewhat desperately, surrendered all her emotions.

Seeing this, the group of Moon Spirit Young ladies in the room felt no shyness or hesitation; instead, they erupted into a burst of suppressed, joyful, and good-natured laughter.

”Wow—Sister Yue is mighty!”

”It’s done! It’s done! Finally, the biggest matter for our Moon Spirit is settled!”

The waves of teasing were like adding fuel to the fire, causing Han Yue’s already burning cheeks to turn so red they looked as if they might drip blood.

She subconsciously wanted to retreat and end this bold kiss, but the arm Yun Xiancheng had wrapped around her waist tightened slightly, not allowing her to retreat even an inch.

His other hand gently cradled the back of her head, deepening the kiss with a certain posture.

Unlike Han Yue’s inexperience, Yun Xiancheng’s kiss carried a tenderness and dominance capable of melting everything.

His tongue tip gently and firmly pried open her teeth, exploring that warm, moist territory, and entwining with her tongue in play.

It was a brand new, unprecedented experience; a strange, tingling sensation exploded from the root of her tongue and instantly spread through her entire body, making her feel as if all her strength had been drained away, leaving her to lean softly against his chest and let him take whatever he wanted.

When the kiss ended, a glistening silver thread connected their lips, appearing exceptionally enchanting under the candlelight.

Han Yue gasped for breath, her originally cool and aloof eyes now glistening with moisture and clouded with confusion.

She didn’t even dare to look up into Yun Xiancheng’s eyes, burying her face deep in his chest like an ostrich seeking shelter.

In her heart, she felt both shyness and a secret sense of triumph.

Those chattering girls were right; it was true that she had been pushed into this by them, but these three-plus months of longing had indeed allowed her to see her true feelings.

She simply liked him, desired him, and wanted to be the one and only person by his side.

Hmph, this young lady used a little clever strategy today.

As long as I take the first step and give myself to him completely, you little girls will really have to honestly serve as dowry maids in the future!

At that time, you will all have to obediently listen to me, the legitimate wife!

This small calculation, filled with a touch of maidenly naivety, caused the shyness and nervousness in her heart to dissipate significantly, replaced by an expectation and secret joy that her wish was about to be fulfilled.

Yun Xiancheng seemed to perceive her inner thoughts, a playful smile curling at the corner of his lips.

He did not speak, simply taking her hand and leading her step by step toward the soft, thick cushion already laid out in the center of the inner chamber.

The two sat opposite each other, and under the dozens of burning gazes around them, he began to untie her clothes one by one. What incredibly nimble hands they were.

Whether it was her coiled bun or the intricate ribbons, they all obediently unraveled under the gentle gathering and twisting of his fingertips.

Her cyan outer robe slipped off, revealing the plain white undergarment beneath.

With his movements, Han Yue’s heartbeat grew increasingly violent; every time a garment was removed, it felt as if her final restraint and defenses were being peeled away.

When the final layer of clothing left her body, a delicate, exquisite, and curvaceous figure was revealed without reservation before Yun Xiancheng and everyone else present.

Her skin glowed with an ivory, warm luster under the candlelight, and the layers of pink blush caused by shyness added endless temptation to this beauty. Han Yue could no longer hold on, burying her burning head deep into Yun Xiancheng’s broad chest.

Through a thin layer of fabric, she could feel his steady, powerful heartbeat and scorching body temperature.

In front of so many familiar sisters, being appreciated and enjoyed by the man she loved, this sense of shame almost overwhelmed her entire being.

”Oh my, Sister Yue is shy!”

”Look at that blush, just like the ripe apples in our backyard; I really want to take a bite.”

”Why are we still standing here? We can’t be those tactless lightbulbs and delay Sister Yue and Junior Brother Cheng’s good time!”

The teasing erupted again. Seeing Han Yue’s infinitely shy appearance, the Moon Spirit Young ladies suddenly seemed to share a tacit understanding. They exchanged glances, then with a ”boom,” scattered in all directions, running into the surrounding small rooms with giggles.

”Sister Yue, Junior Brother Cheng, you continue, we’re going to change clothes!”

”Yes, yes, yes, change into clothes convenient for watching the ceremony!”

As the Young ladies retreated, the originally noisy inner chamber instantly fell silent, leaving only their intertwined breathing and the flickering candlelight.

Without those burning gazes, Han Yue’s tense body immediately relaxed significantly.

She slowly raised her head, her misty, bright eyes bravely meeting Yun Xiancheng’s smiling gaze, and with a voice as soft as a mosquito’s, she uttered the words that had been in her heart for a long time:

”I... like you.”

”Indeed.” Yun Xiancheng lowered his head, his warm lips pressing against hers, his voice low and gentle, carrying a magnetism that could make one sink into it, ”I like you too.”

A simple and direct response, yet it was the most moving love confession.

Han Yue’s heart completely settled, and all her doubts and unease vanished into thin air at this moment.

She closed her eyes, accepting with her whole heart the even more scorching and lingering kiss he bestowed upon her. Yun Xiancheng gently pressed her down.

Beneath her was not the cold ground, but a mass of pure white, soft clouds condensed from his Dou Qi.

The clouds felt warm and soft to the touch, supporting her perfectly, as if she were placed above the nine heavens.

”Mmm.”

An unprecedented electrical current surged through her entire body, and an irrepressible low moan escaped from Han Yue’s throat.

How superb were Yun Xiancheng’s skills.

”Cheng... mmm... such a strange feeling.” Her voice was broken and sweet, every word stained with intense emotion.

Not knowing how much time had passed, she seemed unable to endure this agonizing, superficial torture any longer.

She struggled to turn over, lying prone upon the white clouds, and actively spread her legs.

Her slender, fair fingers gently spread open a corner of that pure and flawless Peach Blossom Spring, revealing to the only man she had chosen the moving scene of the surging creek flowing within.

It was a truly beautiful picture.

Deep within the Peach Blossom Spring, pink fallen leaves filled the air, the riverbed slightly everted out of desire, and crystalline fluid bubbled out from within, soaking the entire area until it was slippery and glistening.

”Ah—!”

Such direct and intense stimulation caused Han Yue’s body to arch violently, letting out a high-pitched, melodious cry.

An even more surging stream of water erupted from deep within, spraying entirely onto Yun Xiancheng’s chest, leaving a wet and hot mark.

Before the aftershocks had completely faded, a sense of emptiness followed in succession.

Han Yue invited her destined husband to enjoy everything that was hers. Yun Xiancheng no longer hesitated.

”Iya...”

Han Yue groaned in a low voice.

She instinctively tightened her body, wanting to resist this sudden intruder.

However, that massive tip only paused for a moment before, with an even more forceful posture, breaking through that thin, symbolic barrier of purity and embedding itself deeply into her body.

Tight, incomparably tight.

To Yun Xiancheng, this pure and flawless body seemed as if it had been custom-made for him.