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

338: Section 338The shadow beneath Yun Xiancheng’s feet shifted uniquely, and a pitch-black figure silently merged into the air. Ying did not hesitate for even a moment.

How could the upbringing grace of the Ancient Clan compare to the duty of protecting the Second Miss? Or compare to the safety of her husband? At this moment, when her husband faced mortal danger, it all transformed into shackles that had to be severed.

The imposing aura of a Five-Star Dou Zong erupted violently, like a dormant volcano. However, their movements were ultimately too slow.

That world-destroying sound wave had already rushed before Yun Xiancheng.

Everyone’s rescue attempts were isolated behind that white-clad figure. With his own body, he single-handedly propped up a crumbling sky. Yun Xiancheng finally raised his eyelids; those eyes, usually gentle and indifferent, were now filled with a deep and profound silence.

In that instant, his aura underwent a slight transformation. Under such pressure, he crossed the chasm between Dou Wang and Dou Huang, arriving at the Dou Huang Realm. Just like water overflowing naturally when full, he needed no consolidation to adapt to this power, as if he had always been meant to master it.

He ignored the violent energy rushing towards him, his gaze crossing through heavy obstacles and landing precisely on Ling Quan’s face, which was full of a twisted smile. The next instant, a sword light—a sword light that could not be described in words—appeared.

It was neither brilliant nor swift; it simply appeared. Along with a clear dragon’s roar, the long sword left its sheath.

That sword light tore through the stagnant air, severed the roaring sound wave, and wiped away all malice from Ling Quan’s eyes, leaving behind only endless confusion and absurdity.

That standard-issue black armor, capable of withstanding a full-force strike from an ordinary Dou Huang, was as fragile as paper before that seemingly effortless sword light. The armor around Ling Quan’s neck silently turned into powder.

A thin line of blood appeared at his throat, then rapidly expanded as warm blood gushed out. ”Gurgle…” A wheezing sound came from Ling Quan’s throat. He instinctively reached out to cover it, but only touched a patch of slippery, torn flesh.

He could even clearly sense a teeth-gritting chill coming from the vertebrae at the back of his neck. That sword strike had almost completely separated his head from his body.

”Deputy Commander!” The surrounding Black Armored Guards let out a collective exclamation, their offensive coming to an abrupt halt. They watched helplessly as the figure they deemed invincible in their hearts had all his pride severed by a single sword light, teetering like a puppet with broken strings.

And that combined sound-wave attack, capable of leveling hills, was deflected, torn apart, and neutralized by an invisible rhythm the moment it touched within three feet of Yun Xiancheng. It was not a Dou Qi barrier, but wind.

The air currents above the arena, from some unknown moment, had begun to obey the white-clad man’s command, becoming an extension of his will and gently purging all hostility.

In this gap, Xiao Yi Xian’s Woeful Poison Body gas had become like a bone-deep attachment, winding into the armor gaps of every Black Armored Guard.

Yun Yan and Zi Yan, one on the left and one on the right, transformed into two petite whirlwinds of death, entangling with two Dou Huang armored warriors. Within their youthful fists and feet, they contained terrifying power capable of splitting stone monuments.

Ying’s figure flashed at the boundary between light and darkness, her dagger tracing a lethal trajectory. She glanced at the chaos in the arena, her heart no longer wavering in the slightest. The Ancient Clan—she could not go back. But so what?

After the Second Miss returned, she still had the First Miss to protect her. What could she, a mere Dou Zong personal maid, protect? Her destination had long been fixed in that man’s shadow.

Great Elder Su Qian finally lowered his raised palm slowly. He shook his head at the group of solemn-faced elders behind him, signaling them to retreat. The battle before them had already exceeded the scope of what the academy could intervene in; this was a fight between gods, and mortals would only suffer.

Yun Xiancheng retracted his sword but did not return it to its sheath. He tapped his toes lightly, his figure drifting upwards, actually stepping out solid-looking cloud platforms in the air. Between his cloud-step movements, he had ghost-like appeared behind Ling Quan.

Those scattered cloud energies did not dissipate but instead condensed into countless tiny sword blades, shooting towards the surrounding Black Armored Guards and leaving scratches of varying depths on their sturdy armor. This was merely the aftermath of his movement Dou Technique; the real killing blow had already descended.

Yun Xiancheng held his sword with a backhand grip, the tip pointing downwards. Without any trace of hostility, he gently pierced Ling Quan’s lower abdomen dantian—the foundation of his qi cyclone. ”From now on, you shall spend the rest of your life as a mortal.” His gentle voice sounded in his ear, yet it was more capable of freezing the soul than the cold winds of the Nine Netherworlds.

Ling Quan’s body trembled violently. He could clearly perceive the river of Dou Qi that had surged within him for over twenty years drying up and withering at an incredible speed. He widened his eyes, wanting to roar, wanting to beg, but his severed throat could only emit a desperate ”wuu” sound.

Yun Xiancheng withdrew his sword, bringing out a burst of blood mist. He flicked his wrist, and the blood on the sword blade vanished, leaving it as clean as new. A pair of cloud wings condensed from pure Dou Qi slowly unfurled behind him, supporting him as he hovered in mid-air. He lowered his gaze, looking down at the terrified Black Armored Guards below, and finally spat out a few words: ”Ancient Clan geniuses, nothing more than this.”

To this team of Ancient Clan youths, Yun Xiancheng’s snow-white figure hovering in the air had already transformed into a deep brand, burning in the depths of their souls. This brand would become an inescapable nightmare for the rest of their lives, an invisible shackle locking away their path to higher Realms.

In their future cultivation journey, whenever they attempted to break through a bottleneck, this image of him in white, sword in hand, looking down on all living things, would become their most terrifying inner demon. Thud. The crisp sound of knees hitting the stone floor was exceptionally jarring in the deathly silent arena.

One Black Armored Guard could no longer withstand the trembling originating from his soul; his legs went soft, and he knelt heavily towards the figure in the air. Subsequently, others followed. The first person’s kneeling triggered a chain reaction, and the thudding sounds rose one after another.

Those once arrogant Ancient Clan geniuses now laid down all their pride and dignity, lowering their heads and kneeling in the same direction. They dared not look up at that figure even once; that indifferent gaze and the elegance of that casual sword strike had completely shattered the dao heart they were so proud of.

After doing all this, he no longer looked at the losers on the ground and turned to face the air. His cloud wings fluttered lightly, and he returned to the side of the Young ladies who had fought for him. He did not speak, only opening his arms to pull the nearest Xiao Yi Xian and Ying into his embrace, followed by Zi Yan and Yun Yan.

One after another, he gave every wife capable of flight a gentle and solid embrace. Afterwards, his figure drifted to the ground, arriving at the small battlefields below. Xiao Yan’s xuan heavy ruler was about to smash down again, and Nalan Yanran’s long sword was reflecting a cold light; he reached out and gently grasped their wrists, stopping their subsequent actions.

The two armored warriors who had originally been challenging the students of Jia Nan Academy on the ground were now being beaten up like dead dogs by Xiao Yan and Yanran, along with the other Young ladies. Liu Qing had originally wanted to participate in this battle, but was stopped by Ying. A One-Star Dou Master was still not enough in this kind of situation.

The Young ladies stopped their offensive and turned their heads one after another. The killing intent in their eyes instantly dissolved, replaced by overflowing concern and admiration. Yun Xiancheng still did not say much, simply pulling them into his arms one by one, using a comforting embrace to tell them that everything was over. He lowered his head and planted soft kisses one by one on those foreheads—some heroic, some charming, some elegant.

Silent actions were better than a thousand words. He received their selfless love for him, and they understood the unique cherishing in his eyes. Xiao Xun’er raised her head from his embrace, a trace of worry appearing on her beautiful face. She whispered: ”Xiancheng… you crippled Ling Quan today; the elders in the clan will likely be very resentful of you in the future.”

Yun Xiancheng heard this and merely shook his head, his fingertips gently stroking her smooth cheek as he repeated his feelings: ”Xun’er, I have said it before. Except for you and your mother, the entire Ancient Clan has no great significance to me.” Xiao Xun Er did not speak again, simply burying her head back into his chest, her arms tightening a little more.

”Hmm. Mother will definitely protect you. However, the clan elders have a lot of say. Although Mother is the Clan Head, she often doesn’t manage affairs, acting only as a stabilizing force…” ”It is fine, it is fine.” Yun Xiancheng patted her back gently, his voice gentle and firm, his words full of composure.

Just at this moment, that familiar, soft, maternal female voice sounded in his ears. [Task Completed: Beat down the Ancient Clan visitors.] [Delivering reward: Xiao Clan resentment.]

The moment the voice fell, an invisible, unimaginably massive torrent crossed the barrier of space and time, accurately pouring into Yun Xiancheng’s body. It was not energy, nor was it Dou Qi, but a more primal, purer collection of spirit—resentment. This resentment aggressively invaded his mental world, stirring up thousands of giant waves.

His originally calm Sea of Consciousness instantly boiled, shaking the soul bodies of Yao Chan, Cai Lin, and Xiaoer residing within, giving them no peace. Countless broken images exploded in his mind.

A thousand years ago, the Xiao Clan prodigy named Xiao Xuan, for the sake of the entire clan’s hope, burned his life to charge toward the Emperor Realm. He ultimately fell short at the final step, and his unwillingness and grief at his soul dissipating were clearly presented.

He also witnessed the Gu Clan genius, Gu Yuan, who was like a brother to Xiao Xuan, resolutely give up resources within reach to fulfill his older sister—that is, Yun Xiancheng’s mother-in-law, System Spirit.

Furthermore, when the Xiao Clan faced a boundless disaster, as an Eight Star Dou Sheng, he generously went to his death with his friend, using his life to cover the retreat for his best friend’s clansmen; that determination and tragedy were vivid before his eyes.

But... System Spirit, or rather, Mother-in-law, what exactly is her purpose in handing this resentment, carrying a thousand years of grief, to him? Before he could think it over, that vast resentment had already found an outlet for release on its own.

Before this, the grand blueprint of the Cloud Above Heavenly Palace had only reproduced two divine sites: the South Heaven Gate and the Jade Pool. But at this moment, as this pure resentment continuously gathered and solidified, a prototype of a brand-new building was slowly being born in the deepest part of the heavenly palace.

It was a high platform, dark red throughout, cast from solidified blood, permeated with endless intent for slaughter and judgment—the third divine treasure: the Slaughtering Platform!

It is the place where the Heavenly Emperor executes those who refuse to submit; at its peak, it was formed by the aggregation of the resentment of endless living beings from the three thousand worlds!

The moment the Slaughtering Platform appeared, a monstrous blood aura surged from the depths of the heavenly palace, dyeing the sky of the entire spiritual world red. But in an instant, all the strange phenomena converged and returned to silence.

Yun Xiancheng’s consciousness stood before the Slaughtering Platform, continuing to look deeper into the palace.

Crossing the high platform, it was already the area of the core palace complex of the heavenly palace, where the outlines of countless vague and ancient halls flickered in the clouds and mist. His gaze finally fell on the most magnificent palace at the very center. A thought clearly emerged.

Then, he would personally sit on the Nine-Dragon Throne, becoming the Heavenly Emperor who overlooks the heavens and is eternally immortal. This prospect was infinitely grand, enough to make any cultivator go crazy for it.

But Yun Xiancheng quickly collected his thoughts and broke free from that magnificent fantasy.

He believed he was the future Heavenly Emperor who would rule the heavens, but the road under his feet still needed to be walked step by step, and meals had to be eaten one bite at a time. Immersing himself in an illusory future would only waste his current cultivation.

His consciousness stared again at the Slaughtering Platform before him; deep within that high platform lay a pure, bloodthirsty will.

However, this will was extremely docile when facing him. How could a divine artifact used by the Heavenly Emperor to execute evil harbor even a shred of malice toward the future Heavenly Emperor himself?

He opened his eyes, and his consciousness returned to reality. First, he gently comforted the three shocked guests in his spiritual world, telling them that everything was fine.

Subsequently, he was embraced by a warm hug. !?

He opened his eyes again, and the scene before him had completely changed. He was being held in the arms of a phantom radiating brilliant light; the light was soft and sacred, not blinding at all.

The surrounding space-time fell into a bit of sluggishness, as if the slow-motion button had been pressed. This phantom had actually used supreme power to temporarily open up an independent small space, pulling him and all the Young ladies present into it to bear its arrival.

The Young ladies surrounded him, each one widening their eyes, looking curiously at this light figure whose specific appearance could not be seen. ”My child.”

That incredibly familiar female voice of the System Spirit rang directly in his heart. The voice was so gentle, filled with maternal radiance and overflowing love.

That bright phantom gently and preciously stroked Yun Xiancheng’s hair; on that face without specific features, it was as if loving eyes had appeared, giving a sense of peace.

401 System Spirit

The embrace, overflowing with maternal radiance, was so warm that it made a tiny bit of sourness rise in Xiao Xun Er’s heart.

She pouted, poking her head out from the side of the bright phantom and Yun Xiancheng, her coquettish voice carrying a bit of grievance that even she hadn’t realized.

”Mother! Why do you hug Chenger first as soon as you arrive, and even call him child.” This protest, neither high nor low, made the Young ladies present unable to hold back their laughter.

Their own Xun’er sister, who was usually dignified and proper, only showed such a young girl’s posture at times like this.

That resentment was clearly written on her face: Who exactly is your own daughter? Hmm... although strictly speaking, System Spirit and Xun’er are both maidens.

Yun Xiancheng was also somewhat amused by this, gently pinching the soft hands belonging to Xun’er that were wrapped around his waist, signaling her to be calm.

The bright phantom swayed slightly; although it had no facial features, it made everyone clearly ”see” a pair of smiling eyes. That gentle thought rang directly in everyone’s hearts, first comforting the sulking daughter:

”My silly daughter, both you and Chenger are the apple of my eye to me. Since we are a family, why be unhappy because of the order of things?” Changing the subject, that gentle thought fell on Yun Xiancheng, with a bit of a teasing ”accusation”:

”It seems that you must have neglected our Xun Er in your daily life, making her so insecure that she even has to compete for her mother’s embrace.” Yun Xiancheng immediately understood, stretching out his long arm and pulling the entire Xiao Xun Er behind him into his arms.

He lowered his head, gently rubbing his chin against the top of her smooth hair, while his palm rubbed her little head again and again, his actions extremely doting. Xiao Xun Er’s body softened instantly. She buried her flushed cheeks deeply into that broad and familiar chest, her nose lingering with the unique scent that belonged only to him.

The cool scent, and by her ear was his steady and powerful heartbeat.

The bit of jealousy from just now had long been replaced by a heart full of sweetness and peace, and she could no longer say a single word.

A small family storm was cleverly resolved, and the aura within the bright phantom also turned calm. System Spirit’s thought sounded again, this time with a bit more of the profoundness and solemnity of a clan leader:

”Chenger, you crippled Ling Quan today. Although there was a reason for this, once the news reaches the clan, it will inevitably provoke the young generation to share a common hatred.” ”So what?”

Yun Xiancheng adjusted his posture holding Xiao Xun Er to make her lean more comfortably, then looked up at System Spirit, his expression consistently calm and light. ”Could it be that they dare to come out in full force to take my life?”

”Naturally not, I will never allow it. If they did that, the Gu Clan would lose all face.” System Spirit’s phantom shook slightly, and a hint of approval showed in its thought.

”I just thought you would be troubled by this. After all, if you step into the Central Plains in the future, this old grudge will definitely bring you countless troubles and challenges.”

”The path of cultivation lies in the improvement of oneself, not in fighting and brawling with others.” Yun Xiancheng had a faint smile on his lips.

”If one wastes energy on such disputes of pride, it is falling into a lower path. If it really is like this, the quality of the young generation of the Gu Clan is a bit poor.” ”To have such an understanding is very good.” That bright phantom stretched out a ”hand” condensed from light, affectionately brushing over Yun Xiancheng’s hair.

”Then, child, are you willing to let your trip to the Central Plains stand at the forefront of everyone’s attention from the very beginning?” ”Oh?” Yun Xiancheng raised his eyebrows slightly.

System Spirit’s thought suddenly became grand and solemn, every word carrying a power that shook the heart:

”I will personally clear your name in the clan—proclaiming you as the Young Dou Di, a peerless prodigy who bears the destiny of heaven and will surely ascend to the Emperor Realm in this life! In this way, your journey to the Central Plains will surely be magnificent.”

”Young... Dou Di?” As soon as these four words came out, Liu Qing froze completely.

She had always been proud of her own combat talent, but limited by her vision, Dou Zun was already the limit she dared to look up to; the Dou Sheng Realm was even more of an ethereal legend. As for that supreme Dou Di, it was simply unheard of.

She had only glimpsed a few words from the oldest scrolls of her family, knowing that such an existence had not appeared in the world for many years.

And at this moment, her husband, to whom she had just entrusted her life, was actually dubbed with the prophecy of ”must become a Dou Di” by an unfathomable powerhouse?

This huge information shock made her forget even how to breathe for a moment.

In contrast, Nalan Yanran straightened her slender back, her chin slightly raised, with pride in her eyes. ”Senior Brother, he naturally deserves it.” Her belief was unwavering, as if this was a matter of course.

Xiao Yan did not speak, but those eyes that were always burning with fighting spirit were now shockingly bright. Young Dou Di... this title is not bad. She licked her lips, the unyielding spirit in her heart ignited once again; a real man should be like this.

As for the rest of the Young ladies, most of them showed worry. This title was too shocking; once it spread, it would inevitably attract the jealousy of the young generation of the entire continent and endless challenges.

Yun Xiancheng was not shaken by this earth-shattering title. He still calmly stared at System Spirit’s phantom, pointing out the key point incisively: ”The louder the title and the higher one is lifted, if there is no matching power of protection, the worse the fall will be. Since ancient times, there have been far more fallen geniuses than successful powerhouses.”