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

356: Section 356A surge of intense humiliation and unwillingness rushed to her head, causing her beautiful face to twist with anger.

She wanted to retort, she wanted to scream, but she found that in the face of the other party’s absolute strength and aura, she couldn’t even speak a complete sentence. Her mindset underwent a subtle change at this moment.

Within that pure anger and hatred, a hint of... unyielding obsession had quietly mixed in. ”I am unworthy of him? On what grounds!”

Just as the atmosphere in the viewing platform became somewhat tense, two elegant figures walked over from the side, carrying tea trays. They were the sisters, Han Yue and Han Xue.

”Sister Purple Wing, Sister Cai Lin, Sister Yun Yun, please enjoy your tea.” Han Yue served the freshly brewed spiritual tea one by one, her demeanor elegant and proper.

Han Xue followed behind her sister, looking at Feng Qing’er with some curiosity, and then whispered to her older sisters:

”By the way, sisters, I just remembered something. In the Northern Region of Central State, there is a secret Realm called the ’Tianshan Blood Pool’ that will open in a few months. It is said that the energy of the blood pool is extremely unique. If a Peak Dou Huang expert can bathe in it, there is a high probability of breaking through the bottleneck in one go and advancing to Dou Zong.”

”Moreover, that place has natural rule restrictions; experts at the Dou Zong level and above generally cannot enter, so safety is well-guaranteed.”

Her words were both sharing information and a clever way to change the subject, diffusing the awkwardness before them.

”This suggestion is good.” Her voice was gentle yet authoritative, carrying decisiveness.

”This is feasible. Then it is settled. Yue’er, Xue’er, you sisters will lead the team. When the time comes, let Yanran, Liu Qing, Liu Fei, and also...” Her gaze fell upon Feng Qing’er, who was still being held in Yun Xiancheng’s arms with a look of indignation.

”...and also Qing’er, you six should go together.”

”Ah?” Nalan Yanran was holding her teacup; upon hearing this, her hand trembled, and she nearly spilled the tea. She looked at Yun Yun in surprise, then glanced at the calm and composed Xiao Yan beside her: ”Master, did you miscalculate? Xiao Yan, she...”

Before she could finish asking, Xiao Yan grinned and made a peace sign at her, saying triumphantly:

”Hehe, Yanran, sorry about that. A few days ago, didn’t Sister Fenger give me the Sea Heart Flame? After I refined it, I accidentally broke through to a two-star Dou Zong in the process.”

”What?!” Nalan Yanran was truly shocked this time.

She stood up with a start, walked quickly to Xiao Yan, and sensed carefully, discovering that the vigorous Dou Qi inside the other party was indeed that of a solid Dou Zong expert! A strong sense of competitiveness immediately surged into Nalan Yanran’s heart.

Xiao Yan had actually left her behind by a whole Realm? ”No way! I cannot swallow this!”

Nalan Yanran stomped her feet in frustration, turned to Yun Yun, and declared solemnly, ”Master! I must go to the Blood Pool! In these few months, I must break through to Dou Zong!”

This display of a young girl’s competitiveness drew light laughter from everyone, and the atmosphere in the viewing platform became much more relaxed. However, one person was completely stunned.

Feng Qing’er looked blankly at Yun Yun, pointed at her own nose in confusion, and asked uncertainly:

”Wait a minute, what did you just say... I am included too?”

She simply couldn’t believe her ears. These people... just took it for granted that she was part of the family? And wanted to take her to some secret Realm to improve her strength? What on earth was wrong with their brains?

Yun Yun looked at her shocked and bewildered expression, a gentle smile appearing on her face, and she soothed softly:

”Of course you are included. Sister Qing’er, you don’t need to be so reserved. Although the process had some twists, you and I will sooner or later be family. Your strength improving is a good thing for our family.”

”Family? Who wants to be family with a group of shameless women like you!”

Feng Qing’er finally recovered from her shock, and an unprecedented sense of absurdity and anger made her explode completely. She struggled violently, using all her strength to scream at everyone:

”You bunch of lunatics! Let me tell you, I, Feng Qing’er, even if my cultivation never advances another inch in this life, even if I jump off this damn ship and fall to my death, I will never, ever be a concubine to that bastard Yun Xiancheng! I swear it!”

Her words had just fallen when the viewing platform instantly fell into an eerie silence.

Everyone’s gaze turned in unison toward the culprit who had been holding her all along, wearing a warm smile as if watching a farce—Yun Xiancheng.

The smile on Yun Xiancheng’s face remained unchanged. He nodded slowly and said softly in a tone as if he had heard some interesting suggestion: ”Oh? You’ve even made a poisonous vow. I heard it.”

He lowered his head toward the pretty face in his arms, which was flushed with anger, and revealed a smile that could be called ”kind.” ”Since you have such backbone, if I don’t do something, wouldn’t that be disrespectful to your vow?”

He changed the subject, his tone carrying a hint of playfulness. ”As expected, let’s start the training.”

Having said that, without any movement from him, several golden ropes condensed from energy appeared out of thin air. Like living spirit snakes, they instantly bound Feng Qing’er’s slender hands and delicate ankles tightly.

”Ah! You... what are you doing!” Feng Qing’er was shocked and angry, struggling frantically, but the golden ropes tightened further, leaving her unable to move.

Yun Xiancheng paid no attention to her struggles and screams. He bent down and easily scooped the heaven-blessed girl, now bound in an alluring posture, into his arms once again.

”Naturally, to do some things that family members should do.”

He glanced at the group of confidantes in the viewing platform who were watching the excitement, and then, holding the still-cursing Feng Qing’er in his arms, strode toward his room.

”Let me go! You bastard! Pervert! You will die a horrible death!” Feng Qing’er’s cursing voice gradually faded away.

Inside the bedroom, sandalwood incense curled, quiet and silent.

Yun Xiancheng gently placed Feng Qing’er, who was tightly bound like a sacrificial offering, onto the wide and soft cloud bed. He did not rush to the next step, but moved a brocade stool over, sat by the bed with composure, and calmly observed this heaven-blessed girl who was still struggling incessantly.

Feng Qing’er felt extremely uncomfortable being watched by him. The anger born from humiliation in her heart was now replaced by an unprecedented fear and panic.

She had never experienced such a situation, nor had she ever seen such a person. He clearly hadn’t said a single threatening word, and even had that warm, gentle smile on his face, but deep within those clear eyes, there seemed to be a bottomless pool, making her heart palpitate with just one glance.

He... what does he want to do? Why isn’t he speaking? What on earth does he want to do to me?

Time passed minute by minute in the suffocating silence; every second felt as long as a century to Feng Qing’er. Unknown fear was far more tormenting than physical harm.

Her body trembled slightly due to continuous struggling and inner fear, and her purple-brown eyes, which were burning with anger, involuntarily welled up with moisture.

Finally, Yun Xiancheng moved. He did not touch any sensitive parts of her body, but reached out and, extremely gently, grasped her left ankle, which was bound by the golden Dou Qi ropes.

Feng Qing’er’s body stiffened suddenly; a sensation like an electric current came from her ankle and instantly spread throughout her body.

She instinctively wanted to pull her foot back, but her body was bound, and she couldn’t move at all. ”You... what do you want to do?!” She asked, her voice trembling.

Yun Xiancheng still did not speak. He just used his other hand to gently untie the exquisite seven-colored phoenix-patterned boots on her feet and tossed them aside. Then, along with the silk socks wrapping her jade feet, he removed them as well.

A pair of flawless jade feet were thus exposed to the air without any defense, and also exposed to his eyes. They were a pair of feet that would drive any foot fetishist crazy.

Her skin was as fair as snow, so delicate that not a single pore could be seen; her feet were slender and beautiful, with the curve of the arches elegant and alluring; her ten toes were round and cute, like fine pearls and agates; her toenails were neatly trimmed, glowing with a healthy, pale pink luster.

Feng Qing’er was both ashamed and annoyed; she had never imagined that her jade feet, which had never been touched by anyone, would one day be held in a man’s hand and played with so wantonly. She curled her toes desperately, attempting to express her resistance.

However, her resistance seemed so pale and powerless before Yun Xiancheng’s gentle movements. Yun Xiancheng’s fingertips were warm and dry, with slight calluses, as they gently traced over the tender soles of her feet.

”Ah!” Feng Qing’er let out a short, startled cry, and her body suddenly tensed up.

An indescribable, numbing, and itching sensation surged from the soles of her feet like a rising tide, instantly sweeping from her head to her toes, making it feel as if all the strength in her body had been drained away.

The soles of her feet, which she didn’t even dare to touch easily on ordinary days, were now being touched by a man like this—so itchy. What a strange feeling.

She wanted to laugh, but could not because of shame and fear. She wanted to struggle, but her body was limp and could not muster the slightest bit of strength.

That strange sensation, mixed with humiliation and shame, left her mind completely blank.

Yun Xiancheng seemed like the most skilled musician, and Feng Qing’er’s jade feet were the peerless instrument in his hands. His fingers would sometimes gently scratch and other times press firmly, precisely seeking out every sensitive spot on the soles of her feet.

Feng Qing’er’s breathing gradually became rapid. Her body twisted uncontrollably; the sounds issuing from her mouth changed from the initial startled cries and rebukes into intermittent, tearful moans and pleas for mercy.

”Don’t… don’t touch… that… I beg you. It’s so itchy… haha… mmm… ah…” Her consciousness began to blur, and instinct gradually overcame the resistance of her reason.

The continuous, strange sensation traveling from the soles of her feet made her feel both unfamiliar and afraid, yet it seemed to carry a fatal magic, causing her, in her painful struggle, to give birth to a sliver of… anticipation that even she herself was unwilling to admit.

Why… why is it like this… my body… it won’t listen to me. Tears of humiliation seeped from the corners of her eyes. Yet beneath those tears, her beautiful purple-brown eyes were already veiled in a layer of hazy mist.

She secretly stole a glance at Yun Xiancheng’s face from the corner of her eye. He remained in that calm, unruffled state, his gaze focused. He… he seemed… not as hideous as she had imagined.

As soon as this thought popped up, Feng Qing’er ruthlessly extinguished it herself. No! How could I think that! He is a devil! A madman! The enemy who forcibly abducted me! I should hate him! I should kill him!

However, her body’s reaction betrayed her will.

She did not know how much time had passed, but just as Feng Qing’er felt she was about to completely collapse from this endless, numbing itch, Yun Xiancheng’s fingers finally stopped teasing the soles of her feet.

Feng Qing’er felt as if she had been granted amnesty, gasping for breath, drenched in fragrant sweat as if she had just been fished out of water. However, before she could even catch her breath, she felt a large, warm hand cover her lower leg.

His palm slowly moved upward, following the beautiful curves of her lower leg. The warm touch and the slight friction created against her skin made Feng Qing’er’s body, which had just calmed down, tense up once again.

This time, it was not that soul-crushing itch, but a deeper, more alluring, numbing sensation. His fingertips seemed to carry an electric current, and everywhere they passed, they ignited a series of fine shivers.

Feng Qing’er bit her lower lip tightly, preventing herself from making any shameful sounds. But the uncontrollable, slight moans overflowing from her throat echoed clearly within the quiet bedroom, making her want to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Her gaze once again uncontrollably fell upon Yun Xiancheng’s face. He remained silent, his eyes focused and earnest. That incomparably handsome face, under the dim yellow light, appeared even more gentle and jade-like.

His movements were less like torture and more like a detailed massage, soothing the muscles she had stiffened from tension. Feng Qing’er’s heart was in turmoil.

She discovered that the solid line of defense in her heart seemed to be crumbling bit by bit under this man’s silent and gentle touch.

She still hated him, hated him for destroying everything she had, hated him for placing her in such a humiliating situation. Yet, beneath that hatred, a strange emotion that even she herself could not understand began to silently sprout and spread like a vine.

What kind of person was this man, really? His hand had already crossed over her knee. There, the skin was more tender and sensitive than on her lower leg.

When his fingertips gently brushed across that peach blossom spring that had never been touched by an outsider, Feng Qing’er’s body suddenly arched like a shrimp. ”Ah!” An irrepressible low moan escaped her lips.

An unprecedented pleasure, intense enough to make her dizzy, surged like a breached flood, instantly washing away all her reason and defenses.

Yun Xiancheng keenly noticed that his fingertips had touched the water stain emitting a faint fragrance. The smile on his lips deepened, knowing that this first step of his had already succeeded.

He knew that for a proud woman like Feng Qing’er, forceful methods would only be counterproductive. Only by boiling the frog in warm water like this, bit by bit dismantling her psychological defenses, could he make her eventually submit willingly.

He untied the ropes binding her wrists, then gently pulled her soft, powerless body into his embrace. ”That’s it,” he said, gently stroking her hair, his voice so tender it seemed as if it could drip with water.

Feng Qing’er leaned against his chest, feeling the warmth and the steady, powerful heartbeat coming from it; her mind was still somewhat bewildered. She did not resist, nor did she respond, simply letting him hold her.

After a long while, she asked softly in a voice as faint as a mosquito, with a hint of uncertainty and confusion: ”Will… will you… treat me well in the future?”

He was the tribulation destined by fate. Facing Feng Qing’er’s beautiful purple-brown eyes, which were veiled in mist and filled with confusion and anticipation, Yun Xiancheng did not answer with words.

He simply lowered his head slightly and, with his own lips, gently and firmly pressed against those two tender, slightly trembling lips that were quivering from tension.

This kiss was more capable of dismantling the heart than any domineering invasion. It was like a warm stream, silently melting over the last patch of dry, cracked land in Feng Qing’er’s heart, turning all her pride, unwillingness, and doubts into tenderness.

So… this is what a kiss feels like? Feng Qing’er’s mind was blank, and the strength in her body seemed to have been drained away in an instant. All she could feel was the gentle touch on her lips belonging to that man, and the faint, fresh scent lingering at the tip of her nose that put her at ease.

Her heart, which had been proud for over a decade, melted completely at this moment.

The kiss ended, and Yun Xiancheng did not rush to pull away. He gently rested his forehead against Feng Qing’er’s smooth forehead, gazing at her pretty face, which was flushed so red it seemed it could drip blood, and said in a low, gentle voice: ”Now, do you understand?”

Feng Qing’er’s eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings; she did not dare to meet his gaze, simply burying her face deep into his chest and letting out a barely audible ”Mmm.” ”I… I understand.”

This man was poison; he was the tribulation she was destined never to escape. She would no longer struggle, and she did not want to struggle anymore. Since resistance was useless, then… she would just sink into it.

Having figured this out, Feng Qing’er’s state of mind suddenly cleared. ”What… what do you want me to… do?”