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

357: Section 357She had already sensed what was about to happen, but to her own surprise, instead of resistance, a strong impulse mixed with shyness and anticipation stirred within her heart.

”It’s very simple.” Yun Xiancheng leisurely untied the sash of his snow-colored casual robe.

He took Feng Qing’er’s slightly trembling hand and guided it to touch him. ”Ah!”

The sensation made Feng Qing’er gasp as if she had been electrocuted.

”Don’t be afraid.” Yun Xiancheng’s voice was full of allure. As he spoke, he pointed a finger at his own mouth without saying anything more. ”U-use... my mouth?”

Feng Qing’er’s face turned completely red, along with her snow-white neck and delicate earlobes, all flushed with an intoxicating pink hue. She had never even heard of such a thing, let alone done it.

”What? My proud daughter of heaven, could it be that you don’t even dare to accept this little challenge?” Yun Xiancheng deliberately used a provocative tactic.

”I thought that someone like you would always strive to do your best in everything.”

These words hit Feng Qing’er’s weak spot precisely. Her pride did not allow her to admit defeat in anything, even in such... shameful matters.

”W-who says I don’t dare!”

She raised her eyes, which were misted with moisture, and glared at him coquettishly.

That appearance had no power at all; instead, it looked more like a little kitten acting spoiled.

She took a deep breath, as if having made up her mind, and slowly lowered her body, bringing her noble and holy face closer to that scepter of conquest.

She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling violently, and then, tentatively, she stuck out her delicate tongue.

The moment her tongue tip touched the scorching tip, Feng Qing’er’s body shuddered violently. An indescribable, rich floral fragrance instantly filled her senses.

This feeling was very strange, but not unpleasant; instead, it made her feel a parched dryness in her mouth.

She clumsily began her first time... ”Yes, that’s it. A little deeper.”

Yun Xiancheng let out a satisfied sigh. His large hand gently pressed on the back of Feng Qing’er’s head, guiding her rhythm.

”Relax, Qing’er. Treat it like your favorite dessert. Use your tongue to feel every inch of its texture...”

Under his guidance, Feng Qing’er gradually let go of her inner shyness and reserve. She began to treat this as a brand-new subject she needed to master.

Her movements changed from awkward to skilled, from passively accepting guidance to actively seeking better angles and methods.

The sense of shame slowly faded, replaced by an unprecedented sense of conquest and satisfaction.

Watching this man, who was so powerful that even Dou Zuns would bow before him, let out satisfied sighs due to her efforts, gave her proud heart immense gratification.

”Husband... Lord Guan... Is it like this?”

Her voice was muffled, yet full of a desire for praise. In her beautiful purple-brown eyes, a glimmer of anticipation shone.

”My Qing’er, you learn very quickly. You are truly a genius.”

As Yun Xiancheng spoke, he reached out to untie her magnificent seven-colored dress.

When that pure, flawless, and perfect body was completely revealed, Feng Qing’er instinctively let out a short gasp.

But this time, she did not dodge or cover herself. Instead, she puffed out her chest, displaying her erect mounds, and looked at Yun Xiancheng with a proud gaze. Like a beautiful peacock.

”Husband... do you like it?” ”Naturally, I do.”

Yun Xiancheng gently lifted Feng Qing’er’s body and let her sit in front. ”Ah!”

When buzhou divine mountain pressed against Peach Blossom Spring, Feng Qing’er couldn’t control a gasp. A complex emotion, both of anticipation and fear, made her whole body tense up.

”Don’t be afraid, relax.” Yun Xiancheng kissed her forehead, soothing her, ”I will be very gentle.”

He held her soft body, slowly, bit by bit, sending himself into that Peach Blossom Spring that no one had ever set foot in before.

”...So... so full... it hurts.”

She instinctively wanted to escape, but was held firmly in Yun Xiancheng’s arms. ”Bear with it for a moment, it will be over soon.”

Yun Xiancheng did not start moving immediately, but waited quietly, letting her slowly adapt to his presence. He kept kissing her, using gentle caresses to distract her attention.

Gradually, that initial pain began to fade, replaced by an indescribable numbness and emptiness. She felt as if she were completely full, yet at the same time, as if something were missing.

”Husband... I want...” She murmured in a daze, her body moving uncontrollably.

”Want what?” Yun Xiancheng asked, knowing the answer, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth. ”I... I want you to...”

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She was like a phoenix that had broken free from all restraints, flying with wings spread wide, letting out high-pitched phoenix cries. [Deleted]

She completely forgot who she was, forgot her past pride and vows.

At this moment, in her mind, only the man before her remained; he was already her entire world.

I do not know how long passed, but accompanied by a cry that pierced the sky, Feng Qing’er’s body arched violently, then collapsed softly into Yun Xiancheng’s arms, twitching continuously.

Waves of warmth, like a breached river, surged wantonly within her.

Yun Xiancheng kissed her, and at the same time, poured all the essence he had accumulated for a long time into this fertile and newly opened land.

”Husband...” Feng Qing’er lay limp in his arms, her voice hoarse yet satisfied. ”I... I can never... leave you again.”

She raised her beautiful face, stained with * * and sweat, and took the initiative to kiss Yun Xiancheng’s lips.

438 Jealous Han Xue Prepares to Strike

Han Xue sat by the window, supporting her cheek with one hand, looking at the sea of clouds rushing past outside. Her beautiful, peerless face was filled with lingering annoyance and conflict.

From time to time, she would steal glances out of the corner of her eye at the colorful figure not far away—Feng Qing’er—who was clinging affectionately to Yun Xiancheng like a koala, chattering away about something.

Watching the young mistress of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion, who not long ago had berated them and acted like a chaste and upright woman, now looking so happy and infatuated, calling out ”Husband” sweeter than anyone else.

Han Xue’s heart felt as if a bottle of mixed spices had been overturned; sourness, envy, and unwillingness were all intertwined, making her unable to calm her mind even for breathing exercises.

”Sister, tell me... did I do something wrong?” Finally, Han Xue could not hold it in any longer. She turned her head and looked at her sister Han Yue, who was guarding her, her voice filled with grievance.

Han Yue slowly opened her eyes. In those eyes, which were very similar to her sister’s but appeared calmer and gentler, Han Xue’s conflicted appearance was reflected.

She sighed softly, got off the bed, walked over to sit beside her sister, and asked softly, ”Still worrying about Feng Qing’er’s affairs?”

”I...” Han Xue opened her mouth, her cheeks slightly flushed, and nodded with some embarrassment. ”I just don’t understand.”

She gathered her courage and poured out the confusion and unwillingness in her heart. ”We were clearly here first! We knew Husband earlier than her! But why... why did it have to be her, that woman who was so rude at the beginning, who... who received Husband’s favor first?”

By the end, she squeezed the word ”favor” out through her teeth. The thick jealousy dyed even the air sour.

Hearing this, a slight bitter smile appeared on Han Yue’s face. It wasn’t just her sister; even she herself couldn’t help but smile these past few days watching Feng Qing’er’s happy, wifely demeanor.

She occasionally even deliberately imitated Feng Qing’er’s tone, saying things like jumping off the star chaser. This would make Feng Qing’er incredibly shy, but she also displayed the decorum of having married in, covering her face in embarrassment, wishing she could bury her head in the ground, but she wasn’t angry, only saying, ”Sister, please don’t mock Qing’er anymore.” This softness made Han Yue lose interest in teasing her.

”Xue’er, calm down and think about it.” Han Yue held her sister’s hand and analyzed persuasively.

”You and I both see Husband’s nature. Although he appears gentle and treats us all very well, deep down, he carries a sense of aloofness, like an immortal. Aside from those sisters who have already established a relationship with him, have you ever seen him take the initiative with anyone?”

Han Xue was stunned for a moment, recalling carefully.

Indeed, Yun Xiancheng had always been gentle and polite toward them, occasionally teasing them with words, but he had never crossed any lines.

He was like the clouds in the sky, seemingly within reach but actually far away. ”Husband... is indeed of such a nature,” Han Xue murmured.

”So the question arises,” Han Yue pointed out sharply. ”Facing such a Husband who never takes the initiative, how did Feng Qing’er succeed? Logically, her initial attitude of refusing to yield even in death should have only pushed Husband further away. Yet, in the end, Husband took the initiative toward her, and in such... an incredibly overbearing way.”

”This... what is the reason for this?” Han Xue’s mind began to race. ”Could it be... that Husband likes that kind of... fiery temperament? Likes the pleasure of conquering? Should... should I... go and make a scene with him too?”

As soon as this thought arose, she was pressed down by Han Yue, who was between laughing and crying. ”Silly sister, what are you thinking about!”

Han Yue gave her a reproachful glare: ”Do I not know what kind of nature you have? Asking you to learn from Feng Qing’er, making a scene—let alone whether you can do it, even if you did, that wouldn’t be you anymore. What Husband likes is our truest selves, not a clumsy imitation.”

”Then... what is going on!”

Han Xue was completely deflated, like a boneless cat, tugging at her own clothes in distress. ”Could it be... that Feng Qing’er, when she was being ** by Husband, said something or did something that made Husband change his mind?”

”Very possible,” Han Yue nodded in agreement.

In both sisters’ minds, the scene from that day, when Feng Qing’er was tied up by Yun Xiancheng and carried back to the room, appeared simultaneously.

Following that, were the intermittent, suppressed, ambiguous, and face-reddening sounds...

”Is it... really necessary to do it that way?” Han Xue’s cheeks were red enough to bleed. She muttered softly, ”This is too... too shameless! One moment she was shouting about wanting to die together, and the next moment she was calling ’Husband, Husband’ so sweetly... I... I could never do such a stupid thing!”

Looking at her sister’s cute appearance, both shy and annoyed yet unable to hide her longing, a certain determination suddenly formed in Han Yue’s heart.

”Xue’er,” she said seriously, ”We cannot keep waiting like this.” ”Ah?”

”By now... even an enemy who was just captured has overtaken us. Husband is a divine dragon in the sky; there are only so many spots by his side. My sister, if you continue to be so reserved, do you think... you still have a chance?”

Han Xue’s heart trembled violently. Her sister’s words hit her heart like a heavy hammer. Yes, if she waited any longer, the opportunity would be gone! Watching other women get what they wanted one by one while she could only watch from the side and feel jealous—that feeling was truly too agonizing.

”Then... what should we do?” Han Xue looked at her sister, lost. At this moment, Han Yue was her only pillar of support.

A flash of unprecedented firmness and resolve crossed Han Yue’s eyes. She took a deep breath, as if having made a decision, and said word by word: ”Since Husband won’t take the initiative, then we will take the initiative to find him!”

”Ah?! Take... take the initiative to find him?” Han Xue was startled, her cheeks flushing red again. ”This... how can this be? How embarrassing!”

”Embarrassing? Don’t you feel bad watching other women get ahead of you?” Han Yue retorted. ”Xue’er, happiness must be fought for! Husband is not a block of wood; you and I can both feel the affection he has for us sisters in his heart. The reason he doesn’t take the initiative is simply because he respects us. Since that is the case, then let us be the ones to break through this layer of window paper!”

She stood up, pulled up her sister who was still in shock and shyness, her tone unquestionable. ”I think, Husband... will definitely not refuse a direct approach!”

Looking at her sister’s eyes, which were burning with fire, the reserve and shyness in Han Xue’s heart were gradually replaced by a strong impulse. Yes, if she kept dilly-dallying, she was afraid she wouldn’t even get to drink the soup.

”Okay... Sister, I... I will listen to you!” Han Xue gritted her teeth and stood up as well.

Thus, on this quiet evening, the Han Family sisters looked at each other and saw a bit of resolve, a bit of shyness, and a bit of irrepressible anticipation in each other’s eyes.

They each tidied up their slightly disheveled clothes, summoned the greatest courage of their lives, and walked gracefully toward the bedchamber where Yun Xiancheng was staying. Inside Yun Xiancheng’s bedchamber, sandalwood incense curled.

He was sitting cross-legged on the cloud bed, eyes closed, regulating his breath. ”Knock, knock, knock.” A soft knock on the door sounded.

”Come in.” Yun Xiancheng slowly opened his eyes and looked toward the door.

The door was pushed open, and the sisters Han Yue and Han Xue walked in side by side. They kept their heads down, their cheeks flushed with a charming rosy hue. That shy and timid, pitiful appearance made Yun Xiancheng pause slightly.

”It’s you two,” he said with a gentle smile. ”Is something the matter?”

Han Yue was bolder; she took a deep breath, raised her head, and in those beautiful eyes, water rippled as if containing thousands of words. ”We... our sisters have some heartfelt words we want... want to speak with you alone.” She deliberately emphasized the word ”alone.”

How perceptive Yun Xiancheng was; seeing the sisters’ demeanor, how could he not understand their intentions? He laughed inwardly, but his face remained calm, and he just nodded gently: ”Alright, sit down and speak.”

The two sisters complied, walked to the side of the bed, but did not sit down; instead, they knelt side by side on the carpet in front of the cloud bed. This posture made their slender and moving curves look even more alluring from Yun Xiancheng’s condescending perspective. The atmosphere became silent for a moment, and the air was filled with ambiguous factors.

Finally, Han Yue broke the deadlock. She raised her head, bravely looking directly into Yun Xiancheng’s eyes, her beautiful face full of determination and deep affection. ”Husband, I think... you should understand our sisters’ feelings.”

Han Xue’s body trembled violently, and she buried her head even lower, even her snow-white neck stained with a layer of pink. Yun Xiancheng did not speak, just quietly looked at her, waiting for her to continue.

”From the moment you saved us from the clutches of the Hong Family, our sisters’ lives, everything of the Han Family, has already been yours.” Han Yue’s voice trembled slightly, yet it was exceptionally clear. ”These days, watching Feng Qing’er’s transformation, we... we are really envious, and... very jealous, and very afraid... afraid you will forget us.”

By the end, her eyes were slightly red.

Yun Xiancheng sighed in his heart, reached out, and gently lifted her chin, his thumb tenderly wiping away the moisture from the corner of her eyes. ”Silly girl, how could I forget you?” His voice was low and magnetic. ”In my heart, you sisters have always had a special place.”

This affirmation, like the most effective stimulant, made Han Yue instantly summon all her courage. She boldly took Yun Xiancheng’s hand and pressed it against her burning cheek, then looked up and, in a tone almost like a plea, filled with endless charm, whispered: