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

361: Section 361The faint sound of a door hinge turning abruptly shattered the silence. Mu Qingluan’s body stiffened instantly, and all her movements came to a halt.

As if a freezing technique had been cast upon her, she remained in a kneeling position, not even daring to lift her head. What was happening?

Who would come at this time? Could it be Sister Xiao Yan and the others? No, they weren’t supposed to come tonight—

Yun Xiancheng also raised an eyebrow slightly. He lifted his head and looked toward the door.

A beautiful figure wearing a rainbow-colored dress stood there gracefully. The newcomer was none other than Feng Qing’er.

She seemed to have come looking for Yun Xiancheng for something, a sweet smile still hanging on her face as she pushed the door open. But after seeing the scene inside the room, that smile instantly froze. Her gaze first fell upon Yun Xiancheng, who was half-reclining at the head of the bed, then slowly moved downward, finally fixing upon the petite figure kneeling between Yun Xiancheng’s legs,

showing only a section of her snowy-white neck and soft black hair.

The air completely stagnated at this moment.

Although Mu Qingluan didn’t dare look up, she could clearly sense a gaze as sharp as if it could pierce through bone marrow, firmly locked onto her.

The shock, bewilderment, and slightly complex, unidentifiable meaning contained in that gaze made the blood in her entire body freeze in an instant. It was over.

These words exploded in her mind.

Her mind went blank, leaving only an endless buzzing. A sense of shame sufficient to completely drown a person rushed from the soles of her feet straight to the top of her head.

Social death.

At this moment, Mu Qingluan deeply experienced the meaning of this term.

She, the most outstanding Disciple of the Starfall Pavilion’s current generation, the successor of the Wind Venerable, and a future Dou Zun powerhouse, was trysting with a married man.

The most hateful thing, and what she found most unacceptable, was that the person who discovered this was none other than

one of this man’s wives—Feng Qing’er, the most outstanding Disciple of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion’s current generation who was once as famous as her. Although she seemingly wasn’t anymore, being seen in her most unsightly and wanton state by her former rival... Mu Qingluan wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into right now, or simply bash her head against the edge of the bed and die.

Her cheeks were hot enough to fry an egg. She was frozen in place, not daring to move a muscle, only hoping she could evaporate on the spot.

Just as Mu Qingluan thought she was about to face Feng Qing’er’s anger, contempt, or even physical humiliation, a light chuckle broke the suffocating silence.

”Pfft—”

As Feng Qing’er scrutinized this comical scene before her, she ultimately couldn’t hold it back and burst out laughing.

This laugh made Mu Qingluan, who was already tense to the extreme, tremble all over, and her eyes instantly turned red. What are you laughing at? What’s so funny? Are you mocking me?

However, Feng Qing’er’s next words were completely beyond her expectations.

”I say, Little Sister Qingluan. This sneaky appearance of yours is exactly like a little cat stealing a treat.”

Feng Qing’er walked in slowly and closed the door behind her. With a playful smile on her face, her gaze swept over Mu Qingluan and finally landed on Yun Xiancheng’s still-imposing part.

Her personality had long been completely transformed during these past six months of family life.

The once proud and cold goddess of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion had now long since integrated into this big family,

becoming a ’good sister’ who was happy to share and even liked to guide new sisters. She walked to the bedside, and instead of showing any anger, she commented with great interest:

”Tsk tsk, your technique is just a bit too poor. Look at you, leaving Husband hanging like this; he’s almost going crazy from frustration.”

”I—I didn’t—” Mu Qingluan was both ashamed and angry, instinctively wanting to retort, but the words she uttered were slurred and indistinct, adding a bit of a coquettish tone instead.

This made her even more mortified. ”Alright, alright, don’t feel wronged.”

Feng Qing’er said with a smile, ”Sister will teach you how to truly please Husband.”

As she spoke, Feng Qing’er actually showed no reservation at all, beginning to unfasten her own dress right in front of Mu Qingluan.

The rainbow-colored garment slipped off, revealing a much bolder, nearly transparent set of lace underwear inside. That mature and plump body exuded an amazing allure under the dim light.

Mu Qingluan stared blankly at this scene, her brain crashing once again. She... she’s going to join in too?

After shedding all her constraints, Feng Qing’er first knelt down as well, leaning into Mu Qingluan’s ear to whisper a few key points about oral techniques in a volume only the two of them could hear, making Mu Qingluan’s face flush so red she nearly fainted.

Afterward, she ignored the stunned young girl and instead sat atop Yun Xiancheng. ”Husband~” She threw a wink at Yun Xiancheng and then slowly lowered her body.

That buzhou divine mountain, which was massive to Mu Qingluan, was before her very eyes. Amidst Mu Qingluan’s shocked expression,

she saw that moist and warm place easily swallow the divine mountain.

Right before Mu Qingluan’s eyes, a vivid scene she estimated she would never forget in her life was being enacted.

Those plump breasts swayed up and down with her movements, sweat dampened the tips of her hair and clung to her smooth back, and every inch of her skin radiated a lustrous glow.

Mu Qingluan just knelt there to the side, forced to observe this most primitive and intense performance.

Her mouth had loosened at some point, hanging open blankly as glistening saliva trickled from the corner of her lips, yet she was completely unaware.

Her eyes stared unblinkingly at the junction of the peach blossom spring and Buzhou Mountain, listening to the blushing sounds of impact and low moans—

Her body trembled slightly, and her mouth was so wide with shock it couldn’t close.

That peach blossom spring that had never been explored by anyone was already a muddy mess.

She also really wanted—really wanted to become like Feng Qing’er, to be treated so roughly yet gently, to be completely pierced and possessed—but—no.

The reserve and pride belonging to a member of a righteous sect in her bones allowed her to maintain the final bottom line. She was too embarrassed to do such things before officially marrying Yun Xiancheng.

Although, deep in her heart, she had already admitted she was just waiting, waiting for the day she married Yun Xiancheng. So, she could only watch eagerly, treating the erotic scene before her as a side dish to her ”extra meal,”

silently reciting the techniques Feng Qing’er had just taught her while fantasizing about the day she could be so joyful—this night was destined to be a sleepless one for Mu Qingluan.

While enjoying Feng Qing’er’s service, Yun Xiancheng looked amusingly at the young girl beside him who was already dazed. He reached out a hand, pulled her onto the bed as well, and let her lean into his embrace,

kissing her forehead and cheeks while continuing the unfinished caressing with his fingers.

444 I let you meet my best friend, why do you want to hit on her?

The star chaser traveled through the sea of clouds for several months, finally arriving at its destination—the region where the Eastern Wind and Thunder Pavilion was located—just as the Four Pavilions Grand Competition was about to open.

This year’s Four Pavilions Grand Competition, an event that should have been a peak confrontation for the younger generation of the Central Plains, had long since lost all suspense. Well-informed people knew in their hearts that this competition was merely a formality.

On the Wind and Thunder Pavilion’s side, the gifted daughter and Young Pavilion Master Feng Qing’er had disappeared half a year ago with no news to date. Meanwhile, the most outstanding core Disciples of the Myriad Sword Pavilion and Yellow Spring Pavilion were also during that same time

heavily injured at the Tianshan Blood Pool by a genius who had emerged from nowhere. They were currently recuperating within their pavilions and had not fully recovered even after half a year.

Of the four top young experts of the Four Pavilions, only Mu Qingluan of the Starfall Pavilion was left able to compete. The result of this competition, which would determine the rankings and reputation of the Four Pavilions for the next ten years, was already decided before it began. The star chaser hovered above a sea of clouds far from the Eastern Wind and Thunder Pavilion, not in a hurry to reveal itself.

Under Mu Qingluan’s introduction and guidance, Yun Xiancheng took only Yun Yun, Cai Lin, and Yun Ziyi, quietly leaving the ark and flying toward a peculiar cloud layer deep within the sea of clouds.

That cloud was less a cloud and more a giant palace floating in the sky, constructed from countless clouds and strange energy. It was pure white all over, emitting a soft glow, and its shape resembled a giant green bird about to take flight, full of an elegant and agile Beauty. ”This is my Master’s carriage, the ’Qingluan Cloud Palanquin’.”

Mu Qingluan stood outside the cloud palanquin, her voice carrying a hint of subtle pride and awe.

”Master... she has a lazy personality and rarely leaves the Cloud Palanquin. Normally, she sees no outsiders except for me.” Speaking of this, she was somewhat surprised herself. When she had informed her Master of Yun Xiancheng and the others’ intentions through a secret method,

she thought she would be rejected without hesitation, but unexpectedly, her Master only fell silent for a moment before agreeing to this meeting. This is the first time Master has been willing to see anyone other than me. Could it really be because of his status as the successor of Senior Venerable Yao?

Mu Qingluan’s mind was filled with a thousand thoughts, but she still respectfully bowed to Wind Idle and said clearly, ”Master, your Disciple Mu Qingluan has brought Young Master Yun and his party.”

As soon as she finished speaking, the gates of Wind Idle’s residence slid open silently to both sides, and a gentle, somewhat lazy, and pleasant female voice slowly drifted out from within:

”Everyone, come in.”

Yun Xiancheng and his party of four followed behind Mu Qingluan and stepped into this palace among the clouds.

The interior space was far more spacious and comfortable than imagined, with soft clouds forming a carpet that made no sound when stepped upon.

Everywhere was adorned with strange crystals emitting a soft glow, illuminating the entire space like a dream. A faint fragrance that calmed the mind lingered in the air.

In the very center of the main hall, on a huge soft couch constructed entirely of clouds, a lazy figure was reclining.

It was a mature Beauty with an extremely full figure. Even through a loose green Daoist robe, the soul-stirringly proud curves could not be hidden. Her skin was white as jade, her features exquisite and soft, and her long black hair was casually draped over her shoulders. Her entire being radiated an extreme air of leisure, as if she were ”stealing half a day’s leisure from a floating life.”

The loose Daoist robe, seemingly due to her reclining posture,

had half-slid off her rounded, fragrant shoulder, barely hanging on her arm, revealing a large expanse of snowy-white, delicate skin, as well as an astonishingly deep cleavage wrapped in a moon-white chest binder that still seemed ready to burst forth.

Its magnificent scale was actually much more spectacular than the few people Yun Xiancheng had seen, such as Yao Chan and her Disciples, or even his own Disciple Mu Qingluan, combined.

Yun Xiancheng originally thought that Yao Chan’s social circle should be full of flat people like her, but he didn’t expect there to be such a great Beauty with peaks like gathered mountains, even a size larger than the likes of Ya Fei, Yun Yun, and Lü Man.

Wind Venerable—Wind Idle—just like that, openly and in a posture of extreme laziness and temptation, sized up the people who entered. Her gaze swept over the three women, Yun Yun, Cai Lin, and Yun Ziyi, and finally locked firmly onto Yun Xiancheng.

”Are you that girl Yao Chan’s newly recruited Disciple?” Wind Idle’s red lips parted slightly, her voice soft and pleasant, but her words carried an undisguised sense of scrutiny and teasing.

”That’s not right.” She looked at Yun Xiancheng, suddenly chuckled, and slowly shook her head.

”Yao Chan doesn’t have the ability; she couldn’t teach a Disciple like you.” These words instantly stirred up a thousand waves.

”Wind! Idle! You shameless old girl, what nonsense are you talking about!” A frustrated and angry cry suddenly exploded in Yun Xiancheng’s mind.

Immediately after, Yao Chan’s semi-transparent soul body floated out of his body in a huff, hands on her hips, her slender eyebrows raised, glaring at Wind Idle on the soft couch.

”What do you mean I couldn’t teach him? What’s wrong with my Chenger?!” Yao Chan was trembling with anger.

”And you! How old are you now, yet you’re still like this! In front of a younger male, your clothes are disheveled and so... what kind of behavior is this? What, are you in such a hurry to marry my Disciple?”

Facing Yao Chan’s angry rebuke, Wind Idle didn’t even change her posture, just lazily rolled her beautiful eyes, a playful curve hooking the corner of her mouth. ”What’s wrong with marrying him?”

She replied airily, her tone making it sound perfectly natural.

”Xiancheng is your Disciple, and I am your best friend; we’re all one family. If I marry him, it’s just making a close relationship even closer, wouldn’t that be wonderful?” ”You—!” Yao Chan was momentarily speechless at this twisted logic.

Wind Idle didn’t give her a chance to continue her outburst, changing the subject as a flash of reproach appeared in her lazy, beautiful eyes:

”And you, you dead girl, you disappeared for so many years without a word. What on earth happened? If Qingluan hadn’t sent a message, I would have thought your soul had already dissipated! Tell me, who exactly harmed you to this state?”

As Wind Idle’s voice fell, Yao Chan’s soul body pointed at Wind Idle’s nose and began to scold her about things from back then. Wind Idle was not to be outdone, reclining lazily on the couch and retorting every now and then.

The two of them went back and forth, exchanging sharp words, from old stories to current styles of dress, with all sorts of spicy remarks emerging one after another. On the side, Yun Yun, Cai Lin, Yun Ziyi, and Mu Qingluan were all left somewhat dumbfounded.

Especially Mu Qingluan; she had never seen her lazy and casual master have such a... lively side. After a moment, the bickering gradually subsided.

Wind Idle sighed faintly, her lazy voice carrying a slight sense of relief: ”It’s good that you’re not dead.” Yao Chan also fell silent, her mood a bit low.

She began to explain everything that had happened over the years to Wind Idle. Of course, according to the explanation she had already agreed upon with Yun Xiancheng, she glossed over Han Fenger’s betrayal. Even when she mentioned it, she completely attributed it to the Hall of Souls using some kind of sinister secret technique to bewitch her Disciple’s mind, thus pushing all the blame onto the Hall of Souls.

Wind Idle listened quietly without interrupting. Based on her understanding of Yao Chan, she naturally knew how unreliable her best friend was when it came to teaching Disciples.

She had doubts about the so-called ”secret technique bewitchment” explanation, but she didn’t point it out. After all, the fact that she was still alive was better than anything else.

After everything was explained, the atmosphere became relaxed once again.

Wind Idle’s gaze fell back onto Yun Xiancheng, and the more she looked, the stronger the appreciation in her eyes became.

For someone to be so trusted by Yao Chan, even to the point of entrusting her life to him, how could his strength, temperament, and character be ordinary? ”Qingluan.” Wind Idle suddenly spoke, calling her Disciple’s name.

”Your Disciple is here.” Mu Qingluan gave a start and quickly responded respectfully. Wind Idle looked at her, then looked at the calm and indifferent Yun Xiancheng nearby.

The corner of her mouth hooked into that lazy and playful smile again as she asked a question that nearly made everyone present drop their jaws:

”Do you want to marry him?” ”Ah?!”

Mu Qingluan felt as if she had been struck by lightning, standing frozen on the spot.

With a ”whoosh,” her small face instantly turned the color of pig liver. Her mind went blank, and she could only gape foolishly, unable to make a sound. ”Mas- Master, what- what are you saying!”

The reactions of the three women—Yun Yun, Cai Lin, and Yun Ziyi—were also different.

Yun Yun still maintained her calm, breezy smile, but the slight twitching of her eye corners still betrayed her inner shock. This Wind Venerable’s style of doing things was simply too bold and unconventional.

Cai Lin was secretly clicking her tongue in her heart, her beautiful eyes darting back and forth between Yun Xiancheng and Wind Idle, barely suppressing the urge to say a few biting words. This woman... is a bit interesting.

Only Yun Ziyi’s lazy golden pupils showed deep appreciation and agreement.

In her view, Wind Idle’s personality of following her heart in everything and doing whatever was comfortable was simply a perfect match for her own. This person was definitely a fellow daoist with whom she could jointly improve in the ”Dao of Laziness and Daydreaming”!

Seeing her precious Disciple about to spontaneously combust from a single question, Wind Idle seemed to lose her patience. ”Sigh, what a useless little girl.” She gave a lazy sigh and actually sat up directly from the soft couch.

Then, under everyone’s shocked gazes, she walked gracefully to Yun Xiancheng with a pair of bare, snowy-white, and crystal-clear jade feet.

She didn’t speak, but just like that, softly, she pressed her entire mature and extremely full body against Yun Xiancheng’s front.

”Mgh—” That pair of magnificent, soft mounds, separated only by thin clothing, were unreservedly pressed against Yun Xiancheng’s chest, instantly becoming deformed from the pressure. Their amazing elasticity and weight made Yun Xiancheng let out a muffled grunt. ”Since my Disciple is so useless... clearly the Young Master must not be interested.”

Wind Idle tilted up her charming and moving face, breathing like orchids as she chuckled softly in Yun Xiancheng’s ear, ”Young Master Yun, what about me?”

As if afraid the shock wasn’t enough, the Wind Venerable stared into Yun Xiancheng’s pupils and said with a smile, ”Or rather... do you want to take both master and Disciple together?”

She blinked, her lazy eyes flashing with playful and bold light. ”I wouldn’t mind at all, you know.”

She continued to add in a matter-of-fact tone,

”A man who can fight to the death to protect the weak girl Yao and prevent her soul from dissipating must be an extremely outstanding and kind man. I, Wind Idle, like men like that.”

This shocking statement and such a bold and direct action left everyone present, except for Yun Xiancheng, completely petrified. ”Cough, cough!”

The first to react was Yun Yun, who acted as the ”official wife.”