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

346: Section 346What replaced it was an indescribable sense of peace and happiness.

Her soul felt like washed glaze, translucent, pure, clear, and bright.

This was a rebirth she had never experienced before, a feeling of having completely cast off all burdens.

The melancholy and heaviness of many years were swept away in this moment, making her almost believe this was just an overly beautiful dream.

Just then, a marvelous feeling emerged in her mind.

Her consciousness seemed to be connected to an invisible and vast network, a network like a towering divine tree.

Countless crystal-clear threads extended from all directions, and the final convergence point of all these threads, the brightest and warmest core, was her Junior Brother, Yun Xiancheng, beside her.

She could vaguely perceive the existence of other points of light in the network, each representing an independent soul.

Their emotions varied—some gentle, some lively, some charming, some quiet—but without exception, they were all filled with extreme love and trust for that center.

So this is Junior Brother’s world...

The moment this new thread of her consciousness merged into the network, several friendly thoughts brushed past like a breeze. They were congratulating her.

Han Fenger was not too surprised by this sudden scene.

With Junior Brother’s unparalleled demeanor, it was only natural that he would attract many outstanding women. She just silently sighed in her heart that Junior Brother certainly had quite a few female confidantes.

As her thoughts drifted, a wave of soul energy that was both familiar and strange made her entire body freeze. That fluctuation was weak, yet it carried an aura she would never forget. That was... that was...

”Mas... Master?” Han Fenger’s lips trembled, and she could barely utter a complete syllable.

”Fenger, my good disciple.”

Yao Chan’s voice, carrying a hint of playfulness yet unable to hide her gratification, clearly rang out in the depths of her soul. ”Master has been waiting for this day for a very long time.”

Having confirmed the authenticity of that soul energy, Han Fenger could no longer hold back. Warm tears instantly burst forth, rolling down from the corners of her eyes and soaking the pillowcase.

She sat up abruptly from the bed, but felt a wave of dizziness due to the sudden movement.

A large, warm hand promptly steadied her shoulders, pulling her back into a solid and warm embrace.

”Master! You... you are really still here! Disciple... this disciple is unfilial! This disciple deserves death!”

She collapsed against Yun Xiancheng’s chest, the emotions she had suppressed for many years erupting at this moment. She cried heart-wrenchingly, like a helpless child.

”Silly child, what are you crying for?”

Yao Chan’s voice softened significantly, carrying a power that soothed the heart.

”All of this is thanks to Chenger. It can be said that everything we possess now is tied to his hands alone.”

Yao Chan’s thought paused, then continued: ”Not only that, Fenger, carefully feel your own soul.

Do you think the soul injury that tormented you for many years healed on its own? And how was the Realm barrier that confined you for so long broken?”

Hearing this, Han Fenger’s crying gradually ceased, her tear-stained face full of astonishment.

She subconsciously calmed her mind and looked inward at her own body. One look, and she was immediately dumbfounded.

She saw that her soul body, which had originally been covered in cracks and dull, was now as good as new, even more solid and brilliant than before the injury, emitting a glowing, precious light.

What shocked her even more was that the Dou Qi in her body was surging at an unprecedented speed.

That indestructible Peak Dou Huang barrier, which had troubled her for several years, had already vanished without a trace.

A powerful aura belonging to a Dou Zong was emanating from her entire body. She had actually broken through to the Dou Zong Realm without even realizing it!

The recovery of her soul, the breakthrough in her Realm, the reappearance of her Master... everything pointed to this man beside her.

Han Fenger slowly raised her head, looking at Yun Xiancheng’s incomparably handsome face with teary eyes.

His eyes, as always, carried a cool gentleness, as if nothing in the world could stir ripples in his heart.

”Did you feel it?”

Yun Xiancheng spoke calmly, his voice clear and carrying a power that soothed the heart.

He raised his hand, his long fingers gently wiping the tears from her cheeks, and then, he softly and dotingly patted her head.

This action was like flipping a switch.

Han Fenger could no longer contain her inner gratitude, admiration, and sense of belonging. She raised her head, took the initiative, and pressed her soft, trembling lips against his slightly cool lips.

This kiss was clumsy yet sincere, filled with unreserved surrender and reliance.

On the other side of the bedroom, on the chaise longue carved from soft jade, Cai Lin, who had been lying quietly, began to flutter her eyelashes slightly.

As she slowly opened those bewitching purple vertical pupils, a peerlessly powerful aura suddenly swept out from her body, instantly filling the entire room!

That was no longer the pressure of a Peak Dou Zong, but the terrifying aura belonging to a Dou Zun, capable of stirring the energy of the surrounding land!

Merging body and soul with Yun Xiancheng, combined with the nourishment of the Heavenly Palace Jade Pond’s spiritual energy, finally allowed her to break through the final shackles and step into the Dou Zun Realm in one go!

The aura was released and then immediately retracted, quickly receding back into her body.

Cai Lin slowly sat up, her seven-colored scale dress outlining her perfect figure.

However, when her gaze met the two people who were intimate not far away, that queen’s face, usually cold and arrogant, instantly flushed, appearing with two charming blushes.

Oh my god... what did I... what did I do yesterday?

All that ”Greetings, Heavenly Palace Emperor,” all that ”Offering the Queen’s secret,” and those shameful lines and actions that made her want to find a hole to crawl into...

Scene after scene replayed in her mind, making her wish she could immediately transform back into her Seven-Colored Sky Swallowing Python form and hide inside Yun Xiancheng’s robes. It was just... too embarrassing!

Yun Xiancheng naturally noticed her embarrassment. He ended his kiss with Han Fenger and turned to look at Cai Lin, the corners of his lips curling into a meaningful arc:

”Your Majesty the Queen, are you awake?”

”Don’t call me that!”

Cai Lin blurted out, her voice full of shyness and annoyance.

She pulled over the brocade quilt and buried her face in it, leaving only an elegant back view for Yun Xiancheng.

Seeing her like this, Yun Xiancheng couldn’t help but chuckle.

He patted Han Fenger’s back soothingly, then his thoughts stirred.

A pitch-black figure appeared silently in the center of the bedroom, kneeling on one knee, her voice calm and powerful: ”Master.”

”Shadow.” Yun Xiancheng nodded. ”Congratulations, you have also stepped into the Dou Zun Realm.”

On the face of the Shadow Guard, which was usually hidden under a hood, a trace of joy flashed by, but she maintained her respectful posture: ”It is all thanks to Master’s grace.”

Yun Xiancheng nodded with satisfaction.

Han Fenger’s soul was fully restored, breaking into the Dou Zong Realm; Cai Lin had achieved her wish, advancing to Dou Zun; Shadow had completed her closed-door training and was also a Dou Zun.

Now, the high-end combat power under his command was no longer what it used to be.

He stood up, his snow-white robes fluttering without wind, and an aura of ruling the world spontaneously arose.

His gaze pierced through the walls and looked toward the place deep in the Black-Corner Region that was covered in black mist all year round.

”Fenger, Liner, Shadow.” He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of the three women in the room.

”Here.” ”Yes.”

The three responses, carrying different emotions, were all filled with trust in him.

The gentleness in Yun Xiancheng’s eyes gradually faded, replaced by a chilling murderous intent.

”Everything is ready.”

He said word by word, as if declaring an established fact, ”It is time to pay a visit to our ’friends’ from the Hall of Souls.”

418 Solving the Hall of Souls Black-Corner Region Branch

Deep in the Black-Corner Region, it was covered all year round by unceasing black mist.

The Hall of Souls branch was located at the core of this filthy land. The hall was built with some unknown black giant stones, and the natural patterns on the stone surface were extraordinary. Looking closely, there seemed to be painful, wailing human faces.

The air was thick and cold, mixed with a faint smell of blood and lingering resentment.

In the deepest part of the hall, a figure sat high upon a huge throne of white bones.

He wore the black robe unique to the Hall of Souls, and a wide hood covered half of his face, revealing only a pale jaw. He was the master of this branch, a genuine Dou Zun.

He had just broken through his seclusion, and his mood was excellent; he calculated that in a little while, he would be able to reach the Two Star Dou Zun Realm.

At this moment, his closed eyelids twitched slightly, and fragments of memories from many years ago uncontrollably surged forth—he had also been present at that encirclement and slaughter of Yao Chan.

Back then, he was merely a Dou Zong and did not even have the qualifications to approach the core battlefield.

In his vision, the sky and earth were torn in two by violent energy, space shattered inch by inch like a broken mirror, and everything at the intersection of that light and darkness turned into dust.

It was precisely because of that experience that he feared Venerable Yao; whenever there was a possibility of Venerable Yao being resurrected, he would try every means to suppress it.

Of course, if he could personally capture that wisp of remnant soul and present it to the Hall of Souls, the reward he could exchange it for would be enough for him to advance further; even the Ninth Turn of Dou Qi would not be a problem.

Just as he was calculating what kind of fortune this contribution could bring him, a series of urgent footsteps approached from afar.

His contemplation was interrupted by a steady yet urgent sound of footsteps.

A Dou Huang dressed in black robes walked to the front of the hall and respectfully knelt on one knee.

”Reporting to the Hall Master. The newly risen Righteousness Alliance within the Black-Corner Region has been making frequent moves recently, using the name of ’upholding the righteous path’ to purge fierce and stubborn elements everywhere.”

The Branch Hall Master opened his eyes; they were a pair of turbid and deep pupils, within which not a ripple could be seen.

”Righteousness Alliance? Upholding the righteous path?” He repeated in a low voice, a hint of mockery tugging at the corners of his lips, ”Simply ridiculous.”

He slowly stood up and paced to the center of the great hall, the light and shadow of the soul fire dancing on his face.

”However… since this Righteousness Alliance is willing to screen ores for us, we only need to sit back and reap the benefits.”

”Pass down the order. Command three Dou Zong protectors to each lead a squad to collect the souls that dissipate during the fighting.”

”Understood!” The Dou Huang messenger accepted the order, and his figure quickly submerged into the darkness.

He sat back down, closed his eyes, and quietly waited for the horn of harvest.

To him, this was just an ordinary soul hunt, and there would be no variables.

The ghostly fire in the hall burned quietly, stretching his shadow extremely long.

The time of an incense stick quietly passed.

The Branch Hall Master’s action of tapping the armrest stopped.

He opened his eyes, and for the first time, a hint of gravity appeared in his scarlet pupils.

The order had been issued, but there had been no response until now.

A chill rose from his spine.

He tilted his head to listen; the entire branch hall was so quiet that the drop of a needle could be heard.

The endless wailing of the souls imprisoned in the dungeon had stopped.

The sound of armor plates rubbing against each other from the guards patrolling outside the hall had stopped.

Even the gloomy wind, formed by the gathering of resentment and hovering above the hall beams all year round, had stopped.

The Branch Hall Master stood up abruptly, his massive Dou Zun aura exploding outwards, and a torrent of black energy swept out.

However, when this power touched the boundaries of the hall, it collided with a transparent barrier, stirring up ripples, and was then silently swallowed.

”Space blockade.” He spat out these four words, one by one, and the sound squeezed through his teeth carried an unbelievable chill.

At least multiple Dou Zun working together could deceive him and lay such a net, turning the entire branch hall into a cage without a sound.

When did such high-level experts come to the Black-Corner Region?

While he was in shock and doubt, the space on the black stone floor in the center of the great hall fluctuated slightly, and a white figure stepped out slowly.

The person who arrived was a young man, dressed in snow-colored robes, with a handsome face and an ethereal temperament, completely out of place in this gloomy hall.

The Branch Hall Master’s pupils contracted suddenly, but after identifying the newcomer’s cultivation level, his tense nerves instantly relaxed, turning into heavy disdain.

”Dou Zong?”

He snorted coldly, and the vigilance that had been coiled in his heart dissipated by more than half.

Although the aura of this young man before him was somewhat strange, his Realm was clearly laid out there.

As for the two Dou Zun hiding in the shadows, they were likely just the Dao Protectors of this child; the one who actually came out to provoke him was just such a piece of trash.

He was too lazy to interrogate the other party’s origin, so he simply raised his right hand and grasped the air towards the position where Yun Xiancheng was.

”Spatial strangulation.” He wanted to let this arrogant brat, along with the space around him, be ground into dust.

However, at the very moment those thousands of spatial blades were about to touch Yun Xiancheng’s robes, an unimaginable scene occurred.

The Branch Hall Master’s body, along with all the energy he had driven, suddenly solidified.

It was not a simple physical restraint.

His soul, his Dou Qi, and even the birth and death of every thought in his mind were forcibly paused at this instant.

He could clearly ”see” those spatial blades suspended in the air, could ”see” the white-clothed youth’s unchanging, indifferent expression, but he himself had been deprived of the power to make any reaction.

The world before his eyes began to twist and dissolve.

The gloomy Hall of Souls turned into bubbles, and in its place was a vast and boundless sea of clouds, and above the sea of clouds, a towering and magnificent heavenly palace surrounded by immortal light.

In the deepest part of the heavenly palace, a high platform that was entirely blood-colored and exuded endless intent of judgment and slaughter was slowly rising from the void.

On the stone tablet of the high platform, three large characters that made his soul origin tremble were engraved in an ancient language he could not understand—Slaughtering Platform.

An irresistible force of rules acted upon his soul body, guiding him, step by step, to ”walk” towards that blood-colored high platform.

Throughout the process, he was unable to control himself, completely passive, like a prisoner being escorted to the execution ground by invisible chains.

Extreme shock and fear flooded every inch of his consciousness, but he was even deprived of the authority to utter a single syllable of begging for mercy.

He was ”escorted” onto the Slaughtering Platform, and the invisible power of laws turned into shackles, pinning him tightly to the execution position.

Yun Xiancheng’s figure appeared above the Slaughtering Platform.

He looked down at the Dou Zun who had been arrogant and unstoppable just a moment ago, his expression still calm.

He raised his hand and waved it downwards casually.

”Execute.”

A single word was the decree of heaven.

A blood-colored light blade was born from nothingness; it ignored space, ignored defense, and even ignored the impassable chasm between a Dou Zong and a Dou Zun.

In an instant, it had swept across the neck of the Hall of Souls branch master.

That head, still retaining extreme terror and unwillingness, flew high into the air.

His body did not spurt out a drop of blood; the Dou Qi he had cultivated all his life, his pure flesh and blood energy, and even his soul origin were all completely drained by a more greedy and domineering force of rules the moment he was beheaded.

Everything turned into a pure blood-colored energy stream, all flowing into that blood-colored high platform, becoming the nutrients to nourish its existence.

A One Star Dou Zun expert was thus destroyed in both body and soul.

The illusion of the heavenly palace in the sea of clouds retreated like a tide, and the surrounding scenery turned back into the gloomy Hall of Souls.

Yun Xiancheng still stood in his original place, his robes not moving in the slightest.

At this moment, within this branch hall, Lü Man and Purple Wing had just suppressed the Dou Zong rankers of the Hall of Souls and were continuing to hunt down the remnants.

Chapter 419: Escalation, Meeting the Girls Again

”The Black-Corner Region affair is done, and we should leave too.” A gentle thought flowed through his Sea of Consciousness, belonging to System Spirit.

”The Hall of Souls branch hall, even the smallest and weakest one, has no precedent of being uprooted.

This matter will surely attract the attention of their main hall, and the Black-Corner Region will become a vortex.”

”I will have people from the Ancient Clan erase the traces, but for safety, you must leave as soon as possible.

Especially Fenger; she should leave early, as her whereabouts were exposed long ago.”

Yun Xiancheng received the information without changing his expression, then raised his eyes to scan the women present.

He briefly repeated the warning from System Spirit, highlighting the potential danger facing Han Fenger.

As soon as his voice fell, Han Fenger had already stood up, her eyes clear, without the slightest hesitation: ”Wherever Junior Brother goes, I will go.”

The rebirth of her soul made her following of him an instinct.

Mistress Yao and Su Mei looked at each other and also stood up.

Mistress Yao smoothed the corner of her skirt and said softly: ”Young Master is the owner of Qian Yao Workshop, so this concubine should naturally follow.”

Su Mei clasped her fists, her words crisp: ”Rakshasa Gate has joined the alliance, and we only follow the orders of the Alliance Master.”

Half a month’s journey quietly passed.

The figures of Yun Yun, Nalan Yanran, and Yao Ye were already standing on the platform of the Imperial Capital.

Yun Yun, who was in the lead, was dressed in a moon-white cloud-patterned palace gown; the years had not diminished her beauty but instead added a graceful composure.

She gazed at Yun Xiancheng as he stepped down from the boat, her eyes shimmering, filled with unspoken affection.