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

344: Section 344Before she could finish her sentence, a warm palm reached out without warning, gently gripping her smooth chin with an undeniable force. The sudden intimate gesture caused Han Fenger’s body to instantly stiffen.

Her eyes widened, and she stared in astonishment at the handsome face so close to her own, forgetting for a moment how to react. ”Junior Brother, you…”

Despite the shock, she did not resist, merely subconsciously feeling the reassuring body temperature radiating from his fingertips, allowing him to lift her face slightly.

Yun Xiancheng carefully examined her slightly haggard face, his brows slowly furrowing. His clear, gentle voice carried a hint of subtle reproach and heartache: ”Senior Sister, your soul injuries seem even more severe than they were two years ago. In these two years, have you been testing medicines on yourself again?”

The temperature of Yun Xiancheng’s fingertips and the trace of hidden tenderness in his words were like a red-hot iron needle, fiercely branding Han Fenger’s defenses. The solid ice built from regret and self-loathing not only failed to resist but instantly disintegrated, allowing the accumulated guilt and bitterness of many years to erode every inch of her nerves.

She was a traitor, a complete and irredeemable traitor. It was she who had listened to slander and personally pushed her Master into an abyss of no return. Ironically, she had experienced a pang of conscience at the very last moment.

Holding her Master’s cold remains, she had fled all the way from prosperous Central Plains to this lawless, desolate land.

Her betrayal had not been thorough, and her resistance had not been resolute. She was indecisive and wavering.

For someone like her, the deserved ending would be to die silently and turn into a handful of dust under the dual pursuit of the Hall of Souls and her former sect members—that would be true justice for her crimes.

But—Junior Brother’s words and actions held not a shred of condemnation. He had never viewed her as a sinner and continued to treat her with courtesy. This respect burned at her sense of sin, making her restless.

”Resisting those mysterious soul-searching techniques of the Hall of Souls is not a task for a single day.” She avoided his gaze, striving to keep her voice steady, but the trembling in the final notes betrayed all her defeat.

”One thought lingers—if it truly reaches an irreparable state, and Master’s soul is forcibly snatched away by them using soul-detention techniques during the chaotic battle, what should be done?” She lifted her eyes, a sorrowful smile spreading across her lips, hollow and desperate. ”I am already a person awaiting punishment; what does this little sacrifice count for?”

Meanwhile, within Yun Xiancheng’s Sea of Consciousness, a certain soul body was performing a silent drama. Yao Chan held a snow-white handkerchief, dabbing it exaggeratedly at the corner of her eyes, though in reality, there was not a single tear.

”Cai Lin, look, you must take a good look. This is the good Disciple I raised. So filial, so responsible.”

Cai Lin glanced askance at her pretentious behavior, arms crossed, her posture cold and elegant. She merely let out a disdainful snort from her nose. ”Ah, yes, yes, yes, you old thing taught her well.”

She couldn’t be bothered to pay more attention to this drama-queen master, and turned to speak to Xiaoer, who was hugging Yun Xiancheng’s thigh nearby: ”Xiaoer, you must not learn to be as foolish as Han Fenger, understand?”

Two more years had passed, and while Xiaoer still maintained the appearance of a delicate, jade-carved child, her intelligence was no longer that of an ignorant novice. She looked up, her distinct black and white eyes blinking, and responded with a giggle:

”Hee hee, Xiaoer certainly knows. Anyway, Xiaoer cannot leave Papa in this lifetime. Anyone who speaks ill of Papa is the worst bad person in the world.”

Hearing this, Cai Lin felt not a shred of relief, but rather, alarm bells rang in her heart. Over these years of living together, she had long since come to view this little one as her own.

But this streak of blind protection for Yun Xiancheng made her catch a scent of something slightly dangerous.

”Even if it were me, would that be the case?” she couldn’t help but ask. Xiaoer tilted her little face up, carefully examining Cai Lin for a moment.

Then, the corners of her lips lifted in a pure arc, but in the depths of her eyes swirled a cunningness inconsistent with her age:

”Because mama hasn’t been officially married to Papa yet, that’s why you say such nonsense. If you really enter the household, mama would definitely be the one who craves Papa the most, wishing to spend every day tangled up with Papa.”

Children speak without taboos, but every word struck at the heart. Cai Lin’s face, usually as cold as ice, instantly flushed with two suspicious streaks of red. She bit her lip, her jade-like hands clenching into fists, the knuckles slightly protruding from the exertion.

Outside, in the council hall, Yun Xiancheng remained silent for a rare moment. He nodded slowly, acknowledging the thoroughness of her thinking. ”What Senior Sister worries about is indeed reasonable.”

The tone of his words changed abruptly; the warmth in his eyes completely faded, replaced by coldness and resolve.

The fingers gripping her chin also tightened with a bit more force, declaring with a certain posture: ”But, Junior Brother will absolutely not allow you to debase yourself like this again.”

This time, he decided to break his consistent principle of passivity and take the initiative. He gazed into her eyes, which were slightly widened in astonishment, and spoke word by word, each syllable clear: ”Senior Sister betrayed Master back then, causing his physical death and spiritual dissipation—this is one sin.”

Han Fenger’s body trembled violently, her complexion instantly turning ghastly pale. Her lips moved, but she could not make a sound. Yun Xiancheng ignored her reaction, continuing with an almost cold calmness to state his judgment:

”However, it was also because of this that Master gained a new life and met me—this is one merit. Merit and fault are sufficient to offset each other.”

He paused for a moment, giving her a little room to breathe, then threw out even more subversive words:

”There is no betrayal in this world too small to be forgiven, and Senior Sister is no exception. Therefore…” His gaze was calm and deep, as if he wanted to suck her soul inside.

”Your life has long since not belonged to yourself. It belongs to me, belongs to your Junior Brother.”

The final judgment was delivered with a sense of absolute will, like an imperial decree from a god: ”You are mine, Senior Sister. Your body, your soul, everything about you—all of it is mine. I do not allow you to do this, do you understand?” The moment his voice fell, he leaned down and kissed her cold, trembling lips.

There was not a shred of gentleness or testing; this was a kiss full of possessiveness and declaration. An overbearing aura invaded her mouth without explanation, sweeping away all her senses. With a ”boom” in Han Fenger’s mind, it completely turned into a blank slate.

Those words that overturned all her perceptions still echoed in her ears. Sin, merit and fault, forgiveness, belonging—every word transformed into a thunderbolt, exploding in the dead sea of her heart. And this kiss was the final force that completely crushed all her chaotic thoughts.

An unprecedented palpitation suddenly exploded from the depths of her lower abdomen, the dantian, transforming into a scorching electric current that instantly surged from head to toe.

The spiritual energy within her body uncontrollably contracted and trembled violently, as if welcoming the arrival of a king. Shame and desire, these two diametrically opposed emotions, fought crazily within her. In the end, they strangely merged into one. Her body had made a choice earlier than her will. A moist, hot, warm current surged from the depths without warning.

It quickly soaked her close-fitting undergarments, leaving a small dark stain. But this was merely the beginning. As Yun Xiancheng skillfully guided Han Fenger in a tongue kiss, the soul impact brought by that overbearing declaration finally triggered an even more violent chain reaction. It was as if some switch had been completely turned on; more nectar could no longer be suppressed: it kept gushing out, completely soaking her undergarments. A few trickles even slid down her thighs to the floor.

Han Fenger’s eyeballs uncontrollably rolled slightly upward, revealing a large expanse of white. Her body went limp, and if not for being held by the chin by Yun Xiancheng, she would likely have already collapsed to the ground.

Their lips separated, and a strand of crystalline saliva stretched out between them, then snapped. Yun Xiancheng’s fingertips caressed her soft lips, the emotions in his eyes difficult to discern.

Han Fenger’s flushed complexion had not yet faded, her eyes were unfocused, and her mind was still wandering beyond the nine heavens. The wet, cold sensation between her legs was the only mark of shame she could clearly perceive at this moment.

Warm breath brushed against her earlobe, and he leaned close to her, sending words clearly into her ear: ”It seems, Senior Sister likes this method very much.”

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These words burrowed into her mind, causing Han Fenger’s body to tremble uncontrollably, a fine shiver crawling up her spine to the nape of her neck. ’No... not...’

The words of denial squeezed past her throat, but were so faint they were almost inaudible. Yet, her instincts yearned for more.

Whether it was her rising body temperature or the Peach Blossom Spring waters flowing ceaselessly, it filled her with unbearable shame.

Yun Xiancheng released his grip on her chin. His long arm swept around, pulling her into his embrace.

Her faint trembling, transmitted through the fabric of their clothes, reached Yun Xiancheng.

Silently speaking of its owner’s panic. ’Take it off yourself.’

Yun Xiancheng’s words were concise, the command falling clearly.

These words struck Han Fenger’s consciousness, setting off a violent roar within.

Inside this solemn council hall, being ordered by her most admired junior brother to remove her clothes—this scenario surpassed all her understanding.

She raised her eyes, a tangle of emotions within them. Beneath the shock and shame, lay a trace of morbid desire she dared not acknowledge herself. The thought of resistance never even had a chance to rise before it was utterly devoured by that more primal impulse.

After a brief stalemate, Han Fenger’s arms finally lifted. Her fingertips, carrying an almost imperceptible tremor, landed on the plain white sash at her waist. Her knuckles were stiff; an action usually performed with ease now felt incredibly difficult. After several attempts, the silk knot finally came undone.

The sash slipped away like a snake, the alchemist’s robe falling open to both sides, revealing the plain undergarment beneath. Yun Xiancheng stood calmly to the side, his gaze resting upon her, not uttering a word of hurry. He had returned all initiative to her.

A scalding heat spread from her neck all the way to the roots of her ears. Han Fenger shut her eyes tightly, her long eyelashes trembling incessantly. She crossed her hands, gripped the collar of her undergarment, clenched her teeth, and tore it forcefully open to the sides.

The crisp sound of tearing fabric echoed in the silent space. The cool air touched her skin, raising a layer of fine goosebumps.

Her bare upper body was thus revealed before his eyes, completely unshielded.

Yun Xiancheng reached out, his fingertips touching her delicate collarbone. The warm contact made her tremble once more.

His fingers slid down along the curve, grazing the graceful, jade-like peaks, finally coming to rest on her flat, firm dantian. ’Beautiful.’

He uttered two words as his judgment.

Before his voice faded, he had already bent down and scooped her up in his arms.

He strode towards the deepest part of the hall, towards that obsidian-carved throne symbolizing the highest authority of the Righteousness Alliance. A short gasp escaped her lips. Han Fenger’s arms instinctively encircled his neck.

She didn’t understand his intention, yet an even stronger emotion, a mixture of fear and excitement, was already churning restlessly in her heart.

Yun Xiancheng placed her upon that cold stone seat. Then he took a step back, scrutinizing her from head to toe.

The chill of the obsidian seeped into her through her back and thighs, making her shiver. She tried to curl her body. ’Sit properly.’

His command fell again, brief and clear. Han Fenger ceased her movement, straightening her back as instructed.

She exposed herself purely to his gaze, sitting upright upon this throne representing supreme power. He lifted her chin, making her look directly at him.

’Senior Sister, remember your identity at this moment. Here, there is no Medicine Emperor, and no traitor.’

His thumb slowly rubbed over her lips. He gazed into her eyes, his look profound, as if reaching deep into her soul. ’You are merely mine. A private possession that needs to be properly possessed and cherished by me.’

These words that thoroughly objectified her would, to any woman with self-respect, be the most profound humiliation. Yet, they became the most soothing heavenly music to her guilt-ridden heart.

Yes, she was no longer that traitor burdened with heavy shackles. She was merely his thing.

Everything about her would be governed by him. Her world would consist only of his will. This was the redemption she craved.

A drop of warm liquid rolled from the corner of her eye. She lifted her head and actively pressed her lips to his.

This kiss was a ceremony of unreservedly, completely handing over oneself. Yun Xiancheng responded to her invitation.

One hand cradled the back of her head, his tongue probing in, stirring wantonly. His other hand moved downward, effortlessly removing her snug undergarments. As the final piece of cloth was stripped away, that moist Peach Blossom Spring was fully exposed. A choked sob escaped Han Fenger’s throat.

Yun Xiancheng positioned her on the throne’s wide armrest, forcing her into a completely defenseless posture, utterly pried open.

He took a step back, undid the ties of his snow-white robes, and the aggressive presence of the buzhou divine mountain was thrust directly into Han Fenger’s line of sight. Her breath hitched for an instant.

The majesty of the buzhou divine mountain brought her not just a visual impact, but also an instinctive awe.

Her body grew even more pliant, uncontrollably contracting, quivering, releasing more fluids. Yun Xiancheng closed in again, pressing against the muddy entrance to her Peach Blossom Spring.

’Senior Sister, now, welcome your punishment.’ ’Mmmn—!’

Her body, which had retained its original innocence, instinctively wanted to resist the invasion. ’Don’t move.’

His command clearly suppressed all her instinct to resist.

He began a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each thrust and withdrawal was keenly felt, making her acutely aware.

Her junior brother, lover, master, was possessing her. The initial pain gradually melted away under the persistent friction.

A strange, tingling numbness arose, swiftly spreading throughout her body.

Han Fenger’s taut body began to soften, instinctively, clumsily following his rhythm.

She tilted her head back, her gaze passing over his heaving shoulders to land on the intricate caisson ceiling pattern above the council hall. Warm liquid slid from the corners of her eyes again, but this time, there was no bitterness at all.

That heart which had wandered half a lifetime, gnawed full of holes by sin, had finally found a harbor to anchor.

Yun Xiancheng leaned down, his tongue tracing the tear tracks on her cheek, his movements gentle.

’Senior Sister, from this moment on, you need only think of me. Your past, I will bear; your future, I will pave.’ He lifted her from the throne, letting her legs wrap around his waist.

The concept of time had long been stripped away. Han Fenger’s consciousness melted completely in the continuous waves of pleasure.

She scaled peak after peak she had never imagined, each fall plunging her into a deeper vortex of desire.

Han Fenger’s body convulsed violently. Amidst that boundless ecstasy, a dazzling white light exploded before her eyes, followed by a brief lapse into darkness.

415 seemed to have to violate the passive principle and take the initiative.

After a satisfying bout of passion, the pent-up knots and burdens of many years were all released. Han Fenger shed all her defenses, her sleeping face serene and peaceful.

Her even breaths lightly brushed Yun Xiancheng’s chest, carrying a sense of complete, trusting attachment. He lowered his gaze to look at the person in his arms, gently tucking her disheveled hair behind her ear with his fingertips.

Only then did he carefully redress her in that plain white alchemist’s robe. ’Finally, I’ve properly settled this troublesome eldest Disciple of mine.’

Within the Sea of Consciousness, Yao Chan’s thoughts, carrying obvious satisfaction and relief, gently echoed. Yun Xiancheng responded in his heart, his words full of resignation:

’Master, the origin of this karma lies with you, the entanglement is with her, yet in the end, it’s always me who has to clean up the mess.’ Yao Chan’s delicate soul body stuck out her tongue playfully, drawing out her tone in a soft, sticky call: ’Chenger—’

Her appearance of a maiden in the bloom of youth, paired with this coquettish manner, held considerable power. Unfortunately, Yun Xiancheng was long accustomed to it and remained unmoved.

His focus shifted, turning his attention towards that figure within the Sea of Consciousness who perpetually resided in the depths of the spiritual world, her aura coldly elegant and noble. ’Cai Lin, has your cultivation touched the threshold of Dou Zun?’

Ever since her evolution into the Seven-Colored Sky Swallowing Python deep within the earth’s molten core years ago, her starting point had been that of a Five-Star Dou Zong. These past two years, dwelling by Yun Xiancheng’s side, she had practiced day and night.

Caught off guard by his sudden inquiry, a faint blush, rarely seen, actually colored the queenly face usually covered in frost. Her lips parted slightly, a hint of hesitation in her voice.