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

360: Section 360”Understood, husband!”

”Don’t worry, husband, we know what to do!”

The Young ladies responded in unison, their tones as obedient as children in a kindergarten.

Such serious and proper cultivation guidance was happening between a group of nearly naked, stunningly beautiful Young ladies and a single man. This intense sense of contrast made Mu Qingluan, who was still in a petrified state, feel like her mind was in even more of a mess.

She watched everything blankly until a soft, warm body gently bumped into her. ”Sister Mu, why are you still standing there in a daze? Aren’t you going down?”

Feng Qing’er had walked up to her side at some point, a warm smile on her face.

She sized up Mu Qingluan’s green robes, which were still wrapped tightly around her, and narrowed her eyes, saying mischievously,

”Oh my, these clothes won’t do. Once they touch the water of the Blood Pool, the energy essence will be absorbed by the fabric. That would be such a waste. How about... Big sister lends you a swimsuit?”

As she spoke, she actually took out a brand-new black lace swimsuit from her storage ring, its style even bolder than the one she was wearing, and waved it in front of Mu Qingluan.

”I... I don’t need it!” Mu Qingluan reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly snapping back to her senses. she hurriedly took a step back, looking at Feng Qing’er warily, and then subconsciously glanced at the instigator not far away who was watching this with a smile.

I... I will definitely not do such a thing in front of him! Absolutely not!

She screamed frantically in her heart to firm up her stance. ”Oh, Sister Mu, what are you so shy about?”

Another gentle and soft voice sounded on her other side. Nalan Yanran had also leaned over at some point, speaking in a persuasive tone,

”We’re doing this for cultivation. Look, husband is only staying here to protect us. Besides, what’s wrong with a girl’s body being seen by her own man? This is a great opportunity to enhance your relationship.”

”He... He’s not my man!” Mu Qingluan was both embarrassed and anxious, her cheeks flushing bright red.

”He isn’t now, but won’t he be later?” Yan Ran chimed in from the side, saying with a giggle,

”Look, your master and husband’s master are old friends for many years. Rounding it off, we’re basically family! Since we’re family, there’s even less need to be formal.”

”Exactly, exactly,” Nalan Yanran was silver-tongued as she continued her offensive.

”Think about it, with so many of us, you’ll be the only one going down with clothes on. How out of place would that be? Besides, aren’t you curious about how much charm your body holds in Young Master Yun’s eyes? This is a rare chance to test your assets.”

”My... My assets... what’s there to test!”

Mu Qingluan was getting a headache from these two women playing off each other, and her brain turned into a mess of mush.

”How can you say that? Look at Sister Qing’er, she’s becoming more feminine by the day.” Nalan Yanran said, deliberately puffing out her own beautifully curved chest.

”Each of us has our own unique charm. Doesn’t Sister Mu want to know where your charm lies?”

Under the brainwashing persuasion of these two ’vixens’ on her left and right, Mu Qingluan’s already crumbling psychological defenses were finally completely shattered. In a daze, and almost uncontrollably, she took the black swimsuit handed over by Feng Qing’er.

Then, with the ”help” of the two women, she foolishly and half-reluctantly took off her set of green robes.

When that untouched, petite, and exquisite young girl’s body was completely exposed to the sunlight on the mountain peak, Mu Qingluan suddenly realized what she had done.

She let out a short cry of alarm and subconsciously tried to cover herself, but it was too late. Yun Xiancheng’s gaze had already shifted toward her.

That gaze was very calm, filled with appreciation, but without any lewdness. After all, a flat chest can always be appreciated with a peaceful mind.

He looked on quite naturally, as if appreciating a piece of unpolished jade. It was quite comparable to Master Yao Chan’s soul body.

Following his gaze, Mu Qingluan looked down at her chest, which was nearly as flat as a plain. Her pretty face went ”boom” and instantly turned red all the way to her ears.

An unprecedented sense of shame, like a volcanic eruption, instantly drowned her reason. ”Don’t look!”

She screamed, covering her face with both hands, not daring to look at Yun Xiancheng again. She turned and prepared to jump into the Blood Pool. *Plop! Plop!*

The Young ladies were like dumplings being dropped into a pot; amidst bursts of laughter, they one by one leaped into those ten crimson energy whirlpools. Yun Xiancheng walked to the edge of the pool, watching the figures of the Young ladies being swallowed by the viscous blood-colored energy, a satisfied smile appearing on his face. He sat down cross-legged, his divine sense spreading out as he began to protect them.

While they were playing around, a fierce wind had already covered the surroundings of the Blood Pool, cutting off all internal and external contact. The wind, as an extension of his will, had long since begun to guard the Young ladies.

Time flowed quietly during cultivation. Four days passed in a flash.

During these four days, Yun Xiancheng never left for a single step.

The boost from a double-concentrated Blood Pool allowed him to break through one star, reaching Five-Star Dou Zong.

But for many of the girls who were not Dou Zongs, this was also a great opportunity, allowing them to advance by two or three stars, with some directly breaking through to Dou Zong. As for the ten girls below, excluding Mu Qingluan and Han Xue, they basically all started as at least Two-Star Dou Zongs.

Well, Han Xue was merely a one-star Dou Master a while ago. Although she had many opportunities recently, she was still only at the level of a newly advanced Dou Huang.

442 Lowering Defenses, Mu Qingluan

After the opportunity of the Tianshan Blood Pool was settled, under the enthusiastic invitations of the girls that were almost impossible to refuse,

Mu Qingluan eventually, somewhat awkwardly, stepped onto that massive vessel floating above the sea of clouds—the star chaser. As the most outstanding disciple of the Starfall Pavilion, her knowledge was by no means narrow,

But when she truly found herself inside this Tier 7 spatial ark, she was still deeply shocked by the sight before her. The internal space of this ship was far larger than it appeared from the outside, with pavilions, small bridges, and flowing water.

There was even a garden planted with rare medicinal herbs, where dense energy mist lingered, making every breath refreshing. This wasn’t just a ship; it was clearly a mobile aerial fortress.

She had always thought that spatial boats of this level were luxuries that were tasteless to eat but a pity to throw away for truly powerful people. Those who could afford them had heavenly strength and almost no use for them, while those who needed them for travel couldn’t afford them at all.

But now, her previous thoughts were shaken. Such a luxurious place was meant to be enjoyed. Well—of course, the main reason was that she herself had never ridden in such a good one.

During the first few days of settling on the ship, Mu Qingluan spent most of her time consolidating what she gained from the Blood Pool, while also carefully observing the ship and the people on it.

She found an opportunity to explain her master’s situation to Yun Xiancheng privately.

”My master—she will probably head to the Wind Lightning Eastern Pavilion in about half a year to participate in this session’s Four Pavilions Grand Competition.” Mu Qingluan stood on the deck, watching the clouds

churning, her voice cool as she spoke.

Hearing this, the corners of Yun Xiancheng’s lips curled up slightly, and without a second thought, he set the future course for the star chaser. ”In that case, let’s go join the fun.”

He controlled the spatial ark, adjusted the direction, and slowly flew toward the Wind Lightning Eastern Pavilion. After receiving a positive answer, Mu Qingluan also breathed a sigh of relief. She returned to her room,

And using a secret technique unique to the Starfall Pavilion, she sent a message to her distant sect that she was safe and sound.

At the end of the message, she added a very subtle note—Senior Venerable Yao seems to have a successor appearing in the world.

She wasn’t sure what kind of shock this news would bring to the sect, especially to her master, but after finishing all this, she temporarily settled down on the star chaser.

And after staying, she truly came to deeply understand what was meant by ”hiding beauties in a golden house.” On this ship, including herself, there were a full dozen or so stunningly beautiful Young ladies.

Moreover, she soon discovered a pattern, one that made her face flush and her feel restless.

The living areas on the ship were well-divided. The girls mostly stayed two to a room in a dormitory area separated from the master bedroom area.

But every night, two to four people would always go missing from the dormitory area. Whether it was the Xiao Yan who was cold to outsiders but warm to her own, the Nalan Yanran who always maintained her elegant poise, or the Liu Fei and Liu Qing sisters and the Han sisters—

They would all quietly leave their rooms in the dead of night, and then not return until the next afternoon, each one looking radiant with a lazy, seductive charm in the corners of their eyes and brows.

Where they went and what they did, Mu Qingluan could figure out with even her toes.

This made her feel uncomfortable all over every time she chatted with these ”sisters.” Especially when they intentionally or unintentionally talked about that one and only male master,

When faced with that undisguised admiration and showing off in their words, Mu Qingluan wanted nothing more than to find a hole to crawl into. What made it even more of an ordeal for her was being alone with Yun Xiancheng.

Even though he only looked at her gently and discussed cultivation issues with her, Mu Qingluan would uncontrollably recall that erotic scene at the peak of the Tianshan Mountains.

She was terrified that this man would suddenly do something to her, eating her up in one bite.

However, after living like this for two or three months, Mu Qingluan was surprised to find that she had gradually grown accustomed to it.

She grew used to seeing different sisters walking out of the master bedroom every morning looking radiant, and used to the occasional crude jokes they made at the dinner table.

She also grew used to that faint, ambiguous scent in the air belonging to Yun Xiancheng, mixed with the body fragrances of many women. The biggest reason for this change in her was Yun Xiancheng himself.

Her bloodline was the Green Phoenix, giving her a natural and extremely strong affinity for and control over Wind-Attribute Dou Qi.

But at certain bottlenecks in her cultivation, even her teacher, Wind Venerable, couldn’t give her the most precise guidance.

Yet these problems that had troubled her for so long were pointed out and solved by Yun Xiancheng in just a few casual words. The depth and breadth of his understanding of wind-attribute power was even far beyond that of her teacher, Wind Venerable.

This left Mu Qingluan shocked, but also gave rise to an emotion bordering on worship toward him, stemming from professional expertise. With common topics to discuss, the communication between the two increased.

From initially being limited to asking about cultivation problems to later chatting about anything under the sun, Mu Qingluan found that she was becoming more and more relaxed in front of him, and less and less like her usual self.

Sometimes, after a consultation ended, she would forget to let go.

She would subconsciously grab Yun Xiancheng’s wrist and swing it back and forth like a child who had received candy, muttering something under her breath. And Yun Xiancheng never pulled his hand away, merely looking at her with gentle eyes and letting her do as she pleased.

That all-encompassing gaze always made Mu Qingluan’s heart skip a beat. Sometimes, when Yun Xiancheng stood alone on the deck gazing into the distance,

She would quietly follow him from behind, then suddenly pounce onto his back and cover his eyes with her small hands.

Imitating the tone of the other girls on the ship, she would pinch her throat and ask, ”Guess who I am?” Every time, Yun Xiancheng would deliberately guess several names wrong, making her giggle incessantly.

Finally, he would hold her cold little hands, turn her from his back to his front, gently scratch her nose, and say, ”Alright, stop playing around, little Qingluan.”

She gradually became accustomed to this physical contact without any sense of distance, and even began to enjoy the feeling.

To the point that she hadn’t even noticed her gaze toward Yun Xiancheng had slowly changed from initial wariness and worship to dependence and... admiration.

Finally, one night, this unconscious closeness led to a minor ”accident.”

That night, she had again run to Yun Xiancheng’s quarters to ask about a cultivation problem. Before they knew it, the night had grown deep. As Mu Qingluan spoke, her eyelids began to fight to stay open.

In the end, she actually leaned against the soft cloud bed and fell into a daze of sleep. Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, Yun Xiancheng didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

He didn’t wake her, but simply carried her to the bed and tucked her in, while he sat cross-legged on a nearby prayer mat to meditate with his eyes closed. However, in her dreams, Mu Qingluan seemed to lack a sense of security; she rolled over,

And wrapped herself around him with both hands and feet like an octopus, completely occupying Yun Xiancheng’s large bed, letting out a few satisfied murmurs.

This directly led to Xiao Yan and Nalan Yanran, whose turn it was to attend to him that night, pushing open the door excitedly only to see a scene that left them dumbfounded.

Their husband was meditating helplessly, while on the bed that should have been their battlefield lay a little girl sleeping soundly with her limbs splayed out. ”This little green bird. She’s got some nerve!” Xiao Yan exploded with anger on the spot, rolling up her sleeves and wanting to rush forward to pull that ”cuckoo in the nest”

out of there.

In the end, it was Yun Xiancheng who raised his hand to stop them.

He made a shushing gesture to his two resentful wives, then shook his head, indicating to let it be for tonight and let him have a good night’s rest. The next day, when Mu Qingluan learned of her ”feat” last night from Xiao Yan’s exaggerated description, her small face turned beet red, and she wished she could

jump off the star chaser right then and there.

From then on, whenever Mu Qingluan and Yun Xiancheng were alone, the atmosphere became even more ambiguous.

She was no longer comfortable only discussing cultivation; more often than not, there was a tacit silence between the two of them.

Finally, during another private moment after Yun Xiancheng had finished answering a question for her, Mu Qingluan, who had been keeping her head down, suddenly raised her head as if possessed.

She didn’t speak, but just tilted her exquisite little face up, looking at him blankly, and then, slowly, opened her rosy little mouth.

It was a silent invitation. An invitation filled with a bit of ignorance, a bit of curiosity, yet incredibly clear. The emotions in the depths of Yun Xiancheng’s eyes stirred slightly.

He leaned down, but instead of kissing her, he reached out a finger and gently probed into that warm, moist mouth. Mu Qingluan’s body jolted, but she didn’t dodge. She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

After a moment, Yun Xiancheng withdrew his finger. Only then did Mu Qingluan open her eyes. Those clear eyes were now covered with a layer of mist, appearing blurred and moving.

She seemed to have all her strength drained away, slumping softly into Yun Xiancheng’s arms, and then, proactively, she adjusted her posture and sat astride him.

She buried her small face in the crook of his neck, greedily breathing in the pleasant scent on his body, while her small hands gripped the lapels of his clothes in a bit of a daze.

Yun Xiancheng’s arms also naturally wrapped around her.

Mu Qingluan’s body tensed up again, but she quickly relaxed. She felt that unfamiliar yet not unpleasant touch.

She clearly understood what these things meant, and she had once been incredibly ashamed seeing the uninhibited behavior of the other sisters on the ship.

But when all this happened to her, she found that what welled up in her heart was not resistance, but a kind of... novelty, mixed with a slight sense of guilt... expectation.

The huge contrast between her cold exterior and her ignorant interior made Mu Qingluan at this moment full of a different kind of temptation. She had opened the door to a new world and was full of curiosity and longing for everything behind it.

443 The Cries of the Phoenixes

Easy days quietly flowed by on the star chaser for nearly half a year; the time spent sailing was peaceful and long.

In the final month of this journey, the intimacy between Mu Qingluan and Yun Xiancheng had already crossed all mental barriers. The young lady was obsessed with his body, and the feeling of curling up in Yun Xiancheng’s arms like a submissive, instinctive, and eager creature—the warmth of his chest and his steady heartbeat—always gave her ultimate peace.

His large, warm hands carried an indescribable magic; every stroke ignited fine tremors across her skin.

Under his fingers and palms, her body gradually changed from initial youthful stiffness to softness and sensitivity, with an uncontrollable craving growing deep within.

Those strange and wonderful sensations hit her divine sense wave after wave, causing her to sink deep into them. She even began to take the initiative, using her own clumsy methods to relieve Yun Xiancheng’s body.

She would use her small lips to carefully serve that ”Buzhou Mountain” which was far too majestic for her. Little Qingluan’s figure was petite and exquisite, and her mouth was a cherry-like small mouth.

Merely taking in the very peak of the mountain made her fragrant cheeks bulge, making it difficult to go any deeper.

This night, the moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, and only a single magic stone lamp emitting a dim yellow glow was lit in the quarters. Mu Qingluan was focused on her ”service.”

Her snow-white little face was buried before Buzhou Mountain, her black hair falling like a waterfall and swaying gently with her movements. She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

Her small nostrils flared gently due to her hard breathing, and at the corner of her mouth hung a trace of crystal that she hadn’t had time to swallow.

Yun Xiancheng leaned comfortably against the headboard, one hand gently stroking her soft long hair while the other rested casually to the side. He lowered his eyes slightly, gazing at this hardworking young lady, his eyes full of gentle smiles and satisfaction.

He very much enjoyed this transformation—a cold and cute Green Phoenix now willingly offering everything to him. It was a satisfaction stemming from completely possessing something beautiful.

Just as the fragrance in the room grew stronger and Mu Qingluan was gradually losing herself— ”Creak—”