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

363: Section 363That day, she dragged Yun Yun and the still reluctant Yao Chan along, and ordered someone to also ”invite” Mu Qingluan, who had just woken up after being unconscious for two days. In the main hall of the star chaser, she announced a major event.

”After thinking it over, I feel our relationship is still lacking a proper title,” Wind Idle said lazily, leaning against the main seat while toying with a bunch of crystal-clear grapes.

”Although cultivators shouldn’t be bound by trivialities, there still needs to be a sense of ceremony. There’s no time like the present; let’s hold the wedding ceremony tonight.”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present was shocked. Yun Yun almost failed to maintain her dignified posture, Yao Chan was so startled that her soul body flickered, and Mu Qingluan’s face, already pale from excessive blood loss, instantly flushed red.

Before they could object, Wind Idle began making arrangements on her own.

”Little Sister Yun Yun, you are Xiancheng’s Master, so you count as an elder. As for Yao Chan... you are my best friend, also Xiancheng’s Master, and even more of an elder among elders.”

She looked at the two with a smile, ”Therefore, for tonight’s wedding, I must trouble the two of you to sit in the seats of honor and accept our bow.”

Yun Yun and Yao Chan hadn’t even recovered from this unique line of thinking when Wind Idle’s next sentence left them completely stunned.

”As for the ones getting married,” her gaze circled between herself, Mu Qingluan, and Yun Xiancheng, ”It will naturally be the three of us. Xiancheng and I are a match made in heaven, and this girl Qingluan has also secretly fallen for him, so we might as well resolve it all at once.”

This maneuver directly transformed what should have been a wedding between her and Yun Xiancheng into a large-scale family union ceremony involving a complex web of relationships, including master and Disciple, best friends, and master and grand-Disciple.

Driven by Wind Idle’s powerful executive ability and the enthusiasm of the other women who loved a good spectacle, a simple yet unprecedented wedding was held that night in the newly decorated wedding hall on the star chaser.

Yun Xiancheng wore a bright red wedding robe, which made him look even more handsome and extraordinary. Looking at this absurd yet heartwarming scene before him, his face was full of helpless indulgence.

On his left was Wind Idle, also dressed in a wedding gown. Today, this Wind Venerable had shed her usual laziness; her exquisite makeup added a touch of radiance to her already charming face, and every gesture was filled with the coyness and joy of a new bride.

On his right was the petite and exquisite Mu Qingluan. The young girl’s face was so red it looked like it could bleed, her red bridal veil was tightly clutched in her hands, and she was trembling slightly, though it was unclear if it was from nervousness or excitement.

Directly in front of them, in the seats of honor, sat two beautiful women with extremely complex expressions.

On the left was Yun Yun, dressed today in luxurious palace attire. Her demeanor was dignified, and she tried her best to maintain the majesty of a master, but her slightly red earlobes and the shy glances she occasionally cast toward Yun Xiancheng betrayed the turmoil in her heart.

On the right was Yao Chan, whom Wind Idle had forcibly manifested a wedding gown identical to her own using spiritual power. Her soul body sat there, appearing somewhat ethereal. She kept her head down the entire time, nervously twisting the hem of her clothes, looking as if she wished she could dissipate on the spot. Being bowed to by her own Disciple and best friend—this experience was simply too stimulating.

”The auspicious hour has arrived!” shouted Xiao Yan, who was guest-starring as the master of ceremonies. ”The newlyweds shall bow!” ”First bow to heaven and earth!”

Yun Xiancheng took his two brides, turned, and bowed deeply toward the sea of clouds and the heavens outside the hall.

”Second bow to the parents!” The three turned back and bowed deeply again toward Yun Yun and Yao Chan in the seats of honor. This bow caused Yun Yun’s cheeks to flush completely, while Yao Chan’s soul body fluctuated violently, almost unable to maintain its form.

”Husband and wife bow to each other!” Yun Xiancheng smiled and bowed to Wind Idle and Mu Qingluan beside him. Wind Idle smiled like a flower, while Mu Qingluan shyly lowered her head beneath her veil. ”Ceremony complete! Send them to the bridal chamber!”

Amidst the cheers and teasing of the women, Yun Xiancheng took one bride in each hand and was preparing to walk toward the bedchamber. But at this moment, Wind Idle, who had orchestrated everything, suddenly stopped.

She turned back and gave a meaningful expression to the two ”elders” in the seats of honor who were still out of the loop.

”Husband, the rites cannot be neglected,” she said softly. ”Now that the bowing is done, shouldn’t we invite our elders to join us in the bridal chamber to give us newlyweds some proper guidance?”

Before the words had even faded, she had turned into a green shadow and instantly appeared in the seats of honor.

Amidst the startled cries of Yun Yun and Yao Chan, she grabbed one with each hand and pushed the two ”elders” right off their seats. Yun Xiancheng, seeing this, understood immediately.

He did not hesitate at all, took a big step forward, caught Yun Yun from Wind Idle, and at the same time, his other hand was not idle either, as he pulled Yao Chan, still in her soul body state, into his embrace.

Just like that, under the jaw-dropping gazes of the sisters, the groom Yun Xiancheng, holding the two ”parents” in his arms and followed by the two brides, marched imposingly toward the giant wedding bed already covered in red dates and longans.

A wedding night with five people serving together had begun. Inside the bedchamber, red candles flickered, and the atmosphere was enchanting.

Yun Xiancheng gently placed Yun Yun and Yao Chan, whom he held in his arms, onto the soft bed. Yun Yun’s face was flushed red, and she buried her head in the quilt, too shy to see anyone.

Yao Chan was even more nervous, her soul body becoming somewhat transparent as she curled up in the corner of the bed, trembling.

He did not rush, but first walked over to Mu Qingluan and gently lifted her red bridal veil. Beneath the veil was an exquisite little face, nervous and shy, yet filled with infinite longing and expectation.

”Qingluan, tonight, you are my wife.” Yun Xiancheng gently stroked her cheek, the warmth of his fingertips making her tremble slightly.

He leaned down and pressed a shallow kiss onto those delicate, red lips. Mu Qingluan’s body tensed instantly, but soon softened.

She closed her eyes and clumsily responded to this kiss filled with love, her whole body and mind immersed in the sweetness of being a new bride. After soothing this new bride, Yun Xiancheng turned to look at Wind Idle, who was actively undressing herself.

This mature and charming Wind Venerable had already shed her complex wedding gown, wearing only a cyan gauze garment as thin as a cicada’s wing. Her extremely mature and voluptuous body was faintly visible, full of deadly temptation.

”Husband, the spring night is short; don’t neglect us.” Wind Idle cast a flirtatious glance at him and actively wrapped herself around him, her warm red lips pressing against his neck.

Yun Xiancheng lightly pushed her away a little and shook his head: ”No rush; the protagonists tonight are not just us.” Saying this, he walked to the bed and first dug the ostrich-like Yun Yun out from under the quilt.

This noble Cloud Mist Sect master had long since lost her usual majesty; her palace attire had been changed into a soft robe, her hair bun was disheveled, and her flowing gaze was full of passion and spring desire.

”Master, please guide me well tonight too.” Yun Xiancheng whispered in her ear, his warm breath making Yun Yun’s whole body go soft.

He did not give her a chance to refuse and directly kissed those long-yearned-for lips. Yun Yun struggled symbolically twice, then completely succumbed to her Disciple’s overbearing yet gentle kiss. Her body was already familiar with this man to the bone.

Finally, Yun Xiancheng’s gaze fell upon the soul body that pained his heart the most and was also the shyest. ”Master,” he called out softly, this time addressing Yao Chan.

Yao Chan’s soul body trembled violently and she slowly raised her head, her large, watery eyes full of panic, shyness, and helplessness. In front of old friends... some... Yao Chan could no longer speak. Yun Xiancheng completely enveloped Yao Chan.

In the soul aura of Yun Xiancheng, which was like a vast sea of stars, she gradually let go of all her shyness and anxiety. She slowly closed her eyes, entrusting everything she had to this Disciple she loved and trusted the most.

Wind Idle followed his gaze; Mu Qingluan was curled up in the bedding, even her toes tinted with a rosy pink.

Wind Idle raised the corners of his lips, a smile spreading, his eyes filled with understanding and mischief.

”So, husband, you are feeling tender towards our little Qingluan. Very well, as a master, one should always yield a little to a younger sister.”

Having said this, he not only did not retreat but instead pressed closer, his breath passing by Yun Xiancheng’s ear, lowering his voice,

”However, husband, such a fledgling needs to be properly taught. If she is frightened from the very beginning, she might be left with shadows in the future.”

Yun Xiancheng nodded in approval and moved to the edge of the bed, sitting down beside Mu Qingluan. The young girl’s body instantly stiffened, and her breathing hitched.

He did not say a word, simply taking her cold little hand into his palm and slowly rubbing it.

That warmth, originating from his heart, was transmitted through the touch of their skin, strand by strand, allowing her tense body to relax slightly.

”Qingluan, do you still remember what I told you before?” Yun Xiancheng’s voice broke the silence within the bedchamber,

”Tonight, you are my wife. There is no need to be afraid, nor any need to be nervous. Everything here belongs to you.”

As he spoke, his other hand had already gently covered the back of her neck, his fingertips slowly caressing that delicate skin.

Mu Qingluan shuddered all over, her long eyelashes trembling violently. She dared not look up at him, only burying her head lower, a faint ”Mm” overflowing from her throat.

That warm sensation came from the back of her neck, carrying a strange tingling that caused a heat and emptiness to rise within her body.

Yun Xiancheng understood that for a girl as proud and traditional as Mu Qingluan, patience was the only key.

He did not rush to take the next step, but instead leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss onto those delicate red lips once more.

This kiss carried no aggression, just pure contact of their lips, attempting to dissolve the barriers in her heart in the gentlest way possible.

Mu Qingluan’s body remained stiff, letting him kiss her. His clean, clear scent lingered at the tip of her nose, and the softness and warmth of his lips were imprinted on hers.

Her mind was blank; reason screamed at her to push him away, yet her body was so soft she couldn’t summon the slightest bit of strength.

In this contradiction and struggle, her little mouth unconsciously opened a tiny gap. Yun Xiancheng’s tongue took this opportunity to nimbly probe inside.

He did not venture deep, only gently tracing her teeth, tentatively touching and entangling with her equally bewildered little tongue.

This brand-new experience caused the temperature of the blood throughout Mu Qingluan’s body to rise sharply.

She responded clumsily, learning from him, using her own tongue to chase and lick. When the kiss ended, Mu Qingluan was already panting, her face flushed.

Her eyes were glistening with moisture, losing their focus; that innocent, endearing look of someone waiting to be plucked made Yun Xiancheng’s throat move slightly.

The time had come. He picked her up horizontally and placed her gently in the middle of the bridal bed. The process of undressing was equally filled with patience.

The intricate wedding dress, under his nimble fingers, was peeled away layer by layer. When even the innermost undergarment was removed,

This petite, exquisite body, with skin whiter than snow, was revealed without reservation. Mu Qingluan was so shy she buried her face in the bedding, even curling up her toes.

Yun Xiancheng was not in a hurry to possess her, his gaze carefully tracing every inch of her skin, his palms carrying a scorching temperature as he began kneading from her petite ankles.

Passing over her slender calves and rounded knees, he finally stopped at that innocent and flawless Peach Blossom Spring. His fingertips gently circled that moist entrance.

Mu Qingluan’s throat spilled an irrepressible, delicate moan; she wanted to avoid it, yet she yearned for more.

”Relax, Qingluan, leave it to me.” Yun Xiancheng’s voice rang in her ear, carrying a soothing tone. He leaned down, grinding against the Peach Blossom Spring.

The hard and scorching touch of Buzhou Mountain made Mu Qingluan’s consciousness grow increasingly hazy. That never-before-opened Peach Blossom Spring was flowing with stream water.

That desire, originating from the deepest part of her body, was the summons of biological instinct. She no longer resisted, following her own heart, and slowly, she relaxed her body.

Her body underwent subtle changes; he did not hesitate again. Buzhou Mountain went straight to the Peach Blossom Spring, and the barrier guarding the Peach Blossom Spring was instantly shattered.

”Ugh—” Mu Qingluan’s body suddenly stiffened, and a muffled groan of pain escaped her throat. Her tears instantly welled up and spilled over.

Her little hands clutched the sheets tightly, her knuckles tightening from the effort. Yun Xiancheng stopped all movements, holding her quietly, letting her adapt.

He lowered his head, kissing the corners of her eyes where tears hung, his words full of tenderness: ”Be good, it will be over soon.”

His soul power also quietly reached out at this moment, in the gentlest way, soothing her traumatized body and spirit.

Under the wrapping of that warm power, the pain in her body indeed began to fade rapidly. Replacing it was a sense of fullness.

Its shape and temperature—all her senses were incredibly clear. Her cheeks burned scorching hot; this experience made her wish she could faint on the spot.

But strangely, in the depths of her heart, there was no disgust or resistance; instead, faintly, a strange anticipation began to grow.

Yun Xiancheng waited for a long time, and only when the little person in his arms had completely relaxed did he begin his slow and gentle movements.

Between each thrust and withdrawal, the initial pain was gradually replaced by a strange pleasure. It was a sensation of tingling and soreness, yet with a hint of sweetness.

Her body began to unconsciously welcome his movements, and intermittent, sweet, sticky moans escaped from her mouth.

On the bedsheets, a splash of bright crimson quietly bloomed. That was the most precious proof of a young lady, and the witness of her transformation from a girl to a woman.

Wind Idle, to the side, watched all of this with great interest. He nodded in satisfaction.

”Husband is indeed a skilled hand. It seems that from now on, we sisters will have endless fun.” His words were full of teasing, but even more so, they were a welcome for the new sister joining them.

When Mu Qingluan, under Yun Xiancheng’s guidance, climbed to that peak of supreme bliss for the first time, her whole body limp and powerless, Wind Idle could finally no longer hold back.

”Husband, should it be my turn now?” He licked his red lips, his eyes filled with undisguised desire.

Yun Xiancheng pulled the exhausted, drowsy Mu Qingluan into his arms, kissed her forehead, and then turned his gaze toward Wind Idle. Facing this passionate, fiery newlywed wife, he naturally would not refuse.

He adjusted his posture, allowing the already poised Buzhou Mountain to aim at another piece of equally uncultivated, more mature, and plump moist bed.

Wind Idle had not the slightest shyness; he took the initiative to step forward, guiding his invasion. He had long been prepared to welcome this moment of belonging.

Accompanied by a muffled groan mixed with pain and satisfaction, that Buzhou Mountain which had caused Mu Qingluan pain was swallowed to the root by him in a determined manner.

A sharp, stinging pain came, and that layer of tough resistance was mercilessly pierced through. A shade of crimson, even brighter than Mu Qingluan’s, bloomed like a shocking red plum blossom.

Wind Idle’s body instantly stiffened, beads of sweat seeping from his forehead, but he gritted his teeth, not letting out a single cry of pain.

This bit of pain, for Wind Idle, was the proof of him offering all his loyalty and love. The ensuing battle was a true match between equals.

Although it was Wind Idle’s first time, he displayed astonishing talent and learning ability. His techniques were bold and direct, sometimes passionate and unrestrained, sometimes gentle and lingering. Every time, it brought Yun Xiancheng a strong sensory impact.

Until the wind completely resonated in their actions, their souls vibrated because of it. Wind Venerable rolled his eyes back in that instant and fainted.

448 The Liu Family, Accompanying the Liu Sisters to Meet the Mother-in-law

Two months passed quietly. The star chaser, that massive space ark, had long since left the bleak and frigid Northern Region of Central State, sailing into the more prosperous and vast Central Region of Central State.

During these two months, life on the ship was as warm and romantic as ever.

The newly joined ”elder,” Wind Idle, with his unique lazy charm and unfathomable strength, quickly became one of the pillars in the hearts of the Young ladies.

And Mu Qingluan, that once-proud little princess of Starfall Pavilion, also, under the day-by-day intimate guidance, gradually shed the thorns of her outer shell, tying her soft and scorching maiden’s heart completely to Yun Xiancheng.

At this moment, inside the observation deck of the star chaser, several Young ladies were leaning against the railing, gazing into the distance; the mountains and rivers below unfolded slowly like a scroll, full of the unique grandeur and magnificence of the Central Region of Central State.

”Sister Xinlan, where are we now? How much further is it to the Pill Tower you’ve been pining for?” Xiao Yan stretched, her black tight-fitting outfit outlining the curves of her plain figure.

She turned her head, looking at the petite figure beside her who was holding a huge map and studying it carefully, and asked with a smile.