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

343: Section 343Wasn’t this marriage merely a measure of expediency for the Pill Tower assessment? How did it—how did it jump straight to this step? This definitely has nothing to do with personal feelings!

Alarm bells rang loudly in her heart, yet her gaze drifted uncontrollably toward Yun Xiancheng beside her.

That exquisitely handsome profile, bathed in the lingering glow of the setting sun streaming through the window, was plated with a soft halo. His features were elegant and noble, transcending the mundane.

Just that moment of alarm caused the firm inner barrier she had maintained to crack without warning. ’Hmm, if it were with him...’ The fissure rapidly spread, and the defense line called ’reason’ crumbled in an instant.

Xiao Yan took in every subtle change in her expression, immediately smacked the edge of the bed, and made a decision:

”Since Younger Sister doesn’t object, there’s no time like the present. Let’s do it now.” Before her voice faded, she had already swept down from the bed like a black flash of lightning.

With her slender hands, she seized Yun Xiancheng and Ye Xinlan by the wrists, one left and one right, and without giving them a chance to speak, she pulled them toward the bed and then pushed them down.

Accompanied by Ye Xinlan’s short gasp of surprise, the two tumbled into the soft quilt. Xiao Yan stood by the bed, hands on her hips, setting the tone with her voice:

”Consider yourselves married today. Quickly experience the warmth of our big family. What I dislike most are Young ladies who are overly coy and hesitant when facing matters.”

”B-but... before marriage...” Ye Xinlan buried her head in the quilt, which smelled faintly clean, her ashamed protest as faint as a mosquito’s buzz, ”This... this is against the rules.”

The smile on Xiao Yan’s lips grew brighter: ”Rules are dead, people are alive. Since that’s the case, let’s marry first, and consummate later. I’ll be the witness, and everything will be kept simple.”

There were no phoenix coronets or robes of rank, no hall full of elders, and certainly no elaborate rituals.

The so-called ceremony was merely Xiao Yan, the ”Elder Sister,” standing before the bed, having the two sit side-by-side and perform a simple clasped-hand salute toward her, the elder.

Once the ceremony was complete, Ye Xinlan could no longer hold back. She threw herself into Yun Xiancheng’s arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist and burying her face deep in his chest, letting out a shout mixed with joy, confusion, and release:

”I... I just became your wife so haphazardly!” Three parts of the shout sounded like a complaint, but seven parts sounded more like coquetry.

Interspersed within it was a slight sense of confusion and unreality about the future that she hadn’t even sorted out herself. ”Is what I’m doing... right?”

To choose one person and grow old with them—this was the teaching she had received since childhood. She had decided that the man before her was her lifelong destination.

But this destination came too easily, too hastily. It was so rushed that her heart felt empty, like she was treading on clouds without any sense of reality. Would such a swift beginning also foreshadow an equally swift end?

Xiao Yan looked at Ye Xinlan’s expression, which was both happy and apprehensive, and understood. The little girl’s worries were not unfounded.

However, this sort of common human anxiety was pure overthinking when applied to her own husband. Almost every sister who first joined the family had similar moments of apprehension.

Yet, once they truly merged body and soul with him, personally experiencing the supreme bliss that could elevate the spirit, and then feeling the inseparable bond of souls of the entire family through the Pact of One Heart, all doubts would vanish into thin air.

At that time, they would naturally understand just how profound and weighty this love was.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yan became even more certain of how sharp and precise her husband’s judgment was when choosing family members.

The sisters who joined, whether their temperament was lively or quiet, strong or gentle, were fundamentally pure, good, and steadfast—the kind of women who, once they committed, would never have second thoughts.

More importantly, their affection for him was genuine and pure, coming from the bottom of their hearts. There were no dirty tricks of scheming or jealousy within the family.

It was precisely because of this that the entire family could coalesce into an indestructible force, unified in thought and trusting each other enough to entrust their backs to any other member.

As her thoughts drifted, Yun Xiancheng made his move. He raised his hand, and his warm palm gently covered Ye Xinlan’s tear-streaked cheek. His thumb rubbed against her delicate skin, and the moment she raised her hazy, watery eyes, he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers.

The touch of their lips was soft and warm. There was no aggression; they simply rubbed together quietly, conveying comfort and promise through this most direct method.

The tangled mess of thoughts in Ye Xinlan’s mind was gradually sorted out and smoothed by this gentle invasion, finally dissolving completely in that pure and moist

aura.

411 Must Eat Ye Xinlan

Her body sinking into the soft bedding, Ye Xinlan’s consciousness was completely withdrawn, and everything around her faded into a blurred background.

All her thoughts, all her expectations, dissolved into a blank confusion amidst this sudden intimacy. Xiao Yan knelt by the side of the bed; her very presence was a source of calm.

Her phoenix eyes were now full of gentle smiles, and her voice was soft, like a warm spring breeze stroking a taut string: ”Xinlan Younger Sister, don’t be so stiff. Try to get closer to him, respond to him.”

Verbal guidance was ultimately separated by a layer, and for Ye Xinlan, whose soul felt somewhat adrift, its effect was minimal.

Her mind was in chaos, her reason had surrendered, and the struggle between bodily instinct and maidenly reserve was reaching its climax. She was completely unable to act on her own. What finally broke the deadlock was Yun Xiancheng’s warm palm.

He did not rush to proceed, but rather, in a nearly soothing gesture, placed his hand on her smooth back. That warmth penetrated slowly and surely through the contact of their skin, dispelling the panic in her heart.

His fingertips, like feathers, slowly slid down her spine, triggering a series of subtle shivers—the most honest reaction of a purely instinctive, inexperienced body. Bodily instinct overpowered shyness, and Ye Xinlan unconsciously shifted her body toward the source of that warmth.

She pressed her burning cheek against his firm chest, and her nostrils were instantly overwhelmed by a complex yet harmonious fragrance.

It wasn’t a single perfume, but a secret garden where a hundred flowers bloomed. There was the clear coolness of gardenias, subtly hinting at the gentleness belonging to Instructor Ruo Lin;

The nobility of purple lotuses, which was the peerless elegance belonging to Senior Sister Xiao Xun’er, whom she had only glimpsed from afar in the crowd; and the tenacity of camellias, mirroring Nalan Yanran’s outwardly soft yet inwardly strong disposition.

Countless floral scents mingled here, each representing an unforgettable love, collectively weaving into an aura unique to him. ”Be gentle.”

A request, almost a whisper, escaped her lips, the tail end trembling slightly in the air. It was less a rejection and more a wholehearted entrustment of trust.

Yun Xiancheng lowered his head and placed a comforting kiss on her ear. The movement of his hands did not stop; instead, they became more meticulous. His palm slid down, passing over her flat abdomen, pausing briefly before the soft Peach Blossom Spring, a place no one had ever trod.

His fingertips, carrying slight calluses, gently parted the obstruction and explored downward. [CENSORED]

The full river channel was tightly closed, guarding the Paradise within.

His fingertip and palm applied pressure simultaneously, kneading and teasing. [CENSORED]

Xiao Yan silently moved closer, wrapping her arms around Yun Xiancheng’s waist. Her fingertips, separated by a thin layer of clothing, lightly traced his abs, carrying a hint of deliberate provocation.

Yun Xiancheng did not stop his actions, the corner of his lips curling up. His exhaled breath carried a warm chuckle: ”Yaner, are you finally unable to hold back and coming to steal a bite?”

Xiao Yan pressed her cheek against his back, her voice full of petulant complaint:

”My husband speaks wrongly. You spent day and night together in the Jade Pool Immortal Realm. You left Yaner alone to cultivate bitterly against that broken fire for two years. This debt must be settled.”

Yun Xiancheng freed one hand and covered the back of her hand wrapped around his waist, patting it lightly: ”It is my fault for neglecting my Yaner. Tell me, how should your husband compensate you?”

Warm breath brushed past Yun Xiancheng’s ear. Xiao Yan’s lips were almost touching his earlobe, and the words she spoke carried a bewitching power: ”My husband doesn’t need to trouble himself. I’ll claim the compensation myself.”

Her posture was as supple as a snake. A pair of long legs wrapped around his side, her snow-white, delicate arch of the foot tensed up, clamping the already poised Buzhou Mountain at an extremely delicate angle.

The soft flesh of her sole and the dexterity of her toes brought a stimulation entirely different from that of a hand. This unexpected teasing caused the already erect Buzhou Mountain to writhe even more intensely.

A few drops of moisture dampened Xiao Yan’s ankle, adding a layer of seduction. At the same moment, Ye Xinlan could bear it no longer.

She arched her body, her long neck curving into a graceful arc backward, and a suppressed, sharp moan escaped her throat.

A warm current exploded deep within her lower abdomen, instantly sweeping from head to toe, completely washing away her reason, leaving her limp and soft as she collapsed. Xiao Yan released her feet, knelt up, and leisurely admired Ye Xinlan’s hazy state, a satisfied curve hooking her lips:

”Husband, the time for the feast has arrived. Let Younger Sister truly feel what it means to become one.” This was the signal to attack.

Yun Xiancheng propped up Ye Xinlan’s soft body.

Buzhou Mountain aimed at the muddy Peach Blossom Spring, sinking slightly, advancing with a slight obstruction.

”Mmm!” A muffled groan escaped her lips. The tearing pain was clearly transmitted, but in an instant, it was drowned out by an unprecedented sense of fullness and distension.

It was a contradictory feeling of being forcibly stretched open yet longing to be filled, with pain and extreme pleasure intertwined, making her almost lose track of time. Xiao Yan moved behind Yun Xiancheng, pressing her soft chest against his back, her hands circling to the front, resting on his waist and abdomen.

With his every thrust forward, she would provide just the right amount of assistance from behind, ensuring each one reached the deepest core. ”So deep.

Fragmented syllables spilled from Ye Xinlan’s trembling throat. She had never experienced such a feeling.

It was as if every inch of her body was possessed by him.

Her soul felt as if it had been branded with his exclusive mark. All she felt was immense happiness.

Deep within her soul, the link named the Pact of One Heart was completely activated at this moment. A pure and surging energy poured into her from head to toe, cleansing her meridians. And she instinctively began to cooperate with the rhythm, chasing that ultimate happiness.

She didn’t know when, but the thrusting beneath her had stopped. As soon as Ye Xinlan opened her hazy eyes, she found herself being carried entirely off the bed.

She gasped, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, clamping tightly, afraid of falling. The sitting posture made the connection even deeper, and every step he took brought an exquisite pleasure. ”!!??

Extreme pleasure assailed her from three places simultaneously, like a bursting flood, instantly overwhelming Ye Xinlan’s last vestiges of reason. White light exploded before her eyes, and a scorching torrent erupted from deep within, completely irrigating the deepest parts of her body. Boundless ecstasy left her utterly limp, falling backward, to be steadily caught by a strong arm.

The afterglow lingered, and Ye Xinlan’s body was as soft as a spring stream, only able to weakly lean in Yun Xiancheng’s embrace. Her lips were slightly parted, saliva sliding down the corners of her mouth, and her eyes and brows were stained with the lazy contentment and happiness of fulfillment.

She raised her hand, gently caressed his cheek, and with all her strength, pressed a sweet, wet kiss onto his lips.

412 preparing to resolve Black-Corner Region matters.

The dust in the Inner Academy had settled, and Ye Xinlan, having just experienced the rain and dew, felt at peace physically and mentally.

Yun Xiancheng lingered in Jia Nan Academy for another seven days. Once all matters were concluded, he led the Young ladies and embarked on the return journey to the Black-Corner Region. Two years had passed, and the Righteousness Alliance had developed well.

Su Mei, the Rakshasa Gate Master of yesteryear, was now the Chief Executive Officer of the Righteousness Alliance.

Her cultivation had reached the One-star Dou Zong realm, firmly securing the top position in terms of overt strength in the Black-Corner Region, with no one able to surpass her.

Even Mistress Yao of the Qian Yao Workshop, who was only skilled in business, had advanced rapidly in cultivation after receiving Yun Xiancheng’s grace, now even touching the barrier of Peak Dou Huang.

Such progress was enough to make any self-proclaimed genius blush.

Only Han Fenger, the mistress of this place, remained at Peak Dou Huang.

It wasn’t due to lack of talent; rather, it was the soul affliction that had plagued her for years, like an invisible shackle, firmly restricting her progress. In the past two years, the Righteousness Alliance had kept its sharp edge sheathed, like a giant beast lurking in the shadows, silently accumulating strength.

This unusual silence even made the desperadoes of the Black-Corner Region gradually forget the murderous intent that had swept through the world when it was first established. Inside the quiet room of the City Lord’s Mansion, incense burned and tea mist rose.

Han Fenger sat opposite Yun Xiancheng, holding a warm teacup, gazing at the man before her, her words filled with undisguised trust and reliance, ”Junior Brother, the root cause is clear.

Her voice was as clear as it had been back then.

”The chaos in the Black-Corner Region all has the shadow of the Hall of Souls behind it. Chaos and killing are their most convenient pastures for collecting souls.” Her gaze fell on the composed, snow-colored figure opposite her, and a sense of trance involuntarily arose in her heart.

After two years of not seeing him, this nominal Junior Brother’s aura had become even more profound and vast, like a deep, dark abyss, making it impossible to fathom its depths.

Undoubtedly, he had already firmly stepped into the Dou Zong realm, which countless cultivators looked up to. Looking at the Young ladies standing behind him, they were even more dazzling, making one feel dizzy.

Nalan Yanran, Liu Qing, Xiao Yan, Han Yue—these women, who were once favored daughters of heaven even in Jia Nan Academy, were now all genuine Dou Huang experts.

Even more exaggerated was Zi Yan, Xiao Yi Xian, and Yun Yan; the aura emanating from the three of them was actually the same as their Junior Brother’s, all belonging to the Dou Zong rank.

The remaining Young ladies, without exception, were all skilled Dou King experts. In just two years of secluded cultivation, such a terrifying fighting force had been forged.

Han Fenger felt that the scene before her was so unreal, as if time and space had become disordered at this moment.

She felt as if she was not in the poor and chaotic Black-Corner Region, but rather in the Central Continent, where geniuses emerged in great numbers, sitting alongside the most exceptional prodigies.

Such an inconceivable rate of progress was simply too exaggerated.

Even when she was in the Central Continent and had witnessed countless astonishing talents, she had never heard of anyone being able to collectively improve their cultivation with such terrifying efficiency.

Yun Xiancheng gently placed the teacup on the table, making a soft ”tap” sound.

He raised his eyelids, his clear, moist gaze falling on Han Fenger’s slightly pale face, his voice calm and unruffled.

”If that’s the case, then among the Hall of Souls members who have long guarded this place, would the highest-ranking cultivator be a Dou Zun?” ”I don’t know.” Han Fenger’s willow-like brows furrowed slightly, a hint of uncertainty on her face.

”Dou Zun experts, even in the Central Continent, are as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns, extremely scarce. But... the Hall of Souls’ foundation is unfathomable; perhaps, for them, a Dou Zun is not much at all.”

Dou Zun are scarce, and the Hall of Souls does not lack Dou Zun.

These two sentences sounded full of contradictions.

But to Yun Xiancheng, there was nothing amiss. He deeply understood the true structure of this continent.

Ostensibly, in the Central Continent, a four or five-star Dou Zun was enough to establish a sect, support a top-tier force like the Four Pavilions, and be revered by thousands.

However, as his horizons broadened later, when the protagonist’s team began to explore ancient ruins and secret realms, Dou Zun experts, rarely seen in everyday life, emerged in an endless stream like bamboo shoots after rain.

This couldn’t help but make one wonder—what qualifications did the so-called ”Four Pavilions” and the like possess to be ranked alongside ”One Hall, One Tower, Two Sects, Three Valleys, Four Pavilions”

in the songs sung by the world?

Hmm... Upon closer thought, the Valley Master of Ice River Valley seemed to be only a Dou Zun, and there was no Dou Saint expert guarding his sect. Yet, Burning Flame Valley, which was equally famous, had a genuine Saint-ranked ancestor slumbering within its foundations.

How these two forces managed to be equally renowned was truly perplexing. Yun Xiancheng silently shook his head in his mind.

Never mind, these were just minor flaws in the original author’s early settings, harmless and not worth overthinking. Regardless, these so-called top forces were ultimately insignificant compared to the colossal Hall of Souls.

And even a powerful entity like the Hall of Souls was, in the end, merely a dog nurtured by the Hun Clan on the surface, a pawn in their pursuit of dominance over the world.

Yun Xiancheng never expected these so-called forces in the Central Continent to play any decisive role in this final battle concerning the survival of the continent.

In that ultimate struggle among the Ancient Eight Clans, only the Dou Saint experts from both sides held true strategic significance.

As for Dou Zun, perhaps they didn’t even have the qualifications to stand by and watch the battle; at most, they were just gatekeepers. As his thoughts flowed, Yun Xiancheng’s eyes had already returned to their calm, unruffled state.

He picked up his teacup, took a light sip, and spoke in a calm yet confident tone: ”Then let’s assume there is a Dou Zun expert here. Even if there is, I am capable of fighting them.”

Although he was limited by his current cultivation and couldn’t fully unleash all the divine peculiarities of the Slaughtering Platform.

However, the power it could currently exert should be sufficient to deal with a low-star Dou Zun without much difficulty.

A Hall of Souls Venerable guarding such a remote and desolate place like the Black-Corner Region would at most be at the one-star level; it was absolutely impossible for them to be higher.

Why would a high-level Dou Zun, instead of going to the prosperous Central Continent, come to a place like this? Could it be that they committed some grave error and were exiled to the frontier?

”After all,” Yun Xiancheng put down his teacup and added, ”to find my master’s whereabouts, they will certainly dispatch enough personnel to monitor this place.”