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

371: Section 371What... what is going on?

Xuan Yi’s mind went blank for a moment. She had imagined countless possibilities.

Yun Xiancheng might have politely taken a half-step back, tactfully refusing such overly intimate contact;

Or perhaps, he would jump away as if struck by lightning, just like the usual Yao Chan, shouting ”Don’t touch me!” with a face full of resistance.

But she never expected that he would... actually take the initiative to lean in! This... this wasn’t how the script was supposed to go!

Over the years, her maternal love had basically never been released, having only been vented a tiny bit onto Yao Chan.

But Yao Chan was like a hedgehog covered in quills; every attempt to get close was met with even more resolute alienation. She had never truly embraced her, never truly felt what it was like to hold a ”child” in her arms. But today, right now, at this very moment!

This emotion of hers, which had never been truly accepted, had finally found a warm and soft harbor! Inside Yun Xiancheng’s Sea of Consciousness, Yao Chan had completely petrified.

She watched helplessly as Yun Xiancheng performed that series of what could be called ”shocking” actions, feeling as though her very soul had received an unprecedented shock. ”Aaaaaaaah—!”

A sharp, silent scream echoed in Yun Xiancheng’s mind.

”Yun Xiancheng! You big liar! You’re not human! You’re a disgrace to all gentlemen! You actually... you actually threw yourself into her arms! Have you no shame! Your...”

”...persona? Your dignity?!”

She simply couldn’t believe her eyes.

This Disciple, who was usually calm and composed in front of her, occasionally playing tricks, the same Yun Xiancheng who was decisive and ruthless before his enemies—

—was now leaning into the arms of a woman he had just met, like a good little baby! Yun Xiancheng turned a deaf ear to Yao Chan’s wailing.

He knew well how to tailor his approach to the person; for someone like Xuan Yi, whose maternal love was overflowing yet had nowhere to go, any form of politeness or distance would only prolong the process and cause unnecessary trouble.

The most direct and effective way was to go with the flow, finishing it in one step by completely satisfying her heart that craved to be depended on and admired. Sure enough, after a brief moment of stiffness, Xuan Yi’s calm and wise heart as one of the Dan Ta Three Giants completely melted.

An indescribable, massive sense of satisfaction and happiness instantly filled her entire body. It felt as if countless tiny bubbles were rising and bursting in her blood, bringing waves of trembling ecstasy.

Her hand, which had been frozen mid-air, finally descended slowly and with a slight tremor onto Yun Xiancheng’s head. His hair was soft and smooth, carrying a pleasant, clean scent of soap locust, and the texture was amazingly good.

Xuan Yi’s fingers unconsciously threaded through his hair, beginning to gently and tenderly knead and stroke it. ”Good baby...”

A murmur filled with infinite doting and maternal love, which even she hadn’t noticed, escaped from her lips.

Her gaze began to grow misty and unfocused; those eyes, originally clear and gentle, now only reflected the submissive profile of the young man in her arms. Her reason, her majesty, and her status as one of the Dan Ta Three Giants were all cast aside at this moment.

In her world, only one thought remained. My... my good grandson... ”Good baby... you’re not tired... Grandma is here. No one will ever be able to bully you again.” Xuan Yi’s hand stroked the back of Yun Xiancheng’s head gently yet firmly.

Her voice grew softer and gentler, as if she were coaxing a newborn to sleep. ”Good baby. Sleep. You’ll feel better after a nap.”

Yun Xiancheng’s nose was filled with the reassuring scent of Xuan Yi’s body, a mix of sandalwood and orchids.

He could even feel a soft and elastic touch that Yao Chan would never possess in her life. He slightly closed his eyes.

Listening to Xuan Yi’s repeating ”good baby” like a demonic mantra, Yao Chan felt a chill throughout her body, a cold air rushing from the soles of her feet straight to her crown. It was over.

Her wise, divine, and decisive precious Disciple... just like that... gained a grandmother?

This absurd and bizarre reality made her feel an unprecedented, profound despair.

Xuan Yi seemed completely immersed in her own world as she gently patted Yun Xiancheng’s back.

Her mouth continued to mutter repeatedly, ”Good baby, my good baby...”

460. Xuan Yi’s Love

In the quiet inner chamber, the fragrance of sandalwood and orchids intertwined into a reassuringly soft atmosphere.

Time seemed to freeze here, leaving only Xuan Yi’s soft murmurs filled with endless doting: ”Good baby, my good baby.”

She repeated it over and over, those gentle palms softly stroking Yun Xiancheng’s black, silky hair with a movement so precious, as if she were touching a rare treasure she had lost and found again.

Yun Xiancheng maintained that incredibly submissive posture, resting his head in the crook of her shoulder.

His nose was filled with the elegant scent of a mature woman, mixed with the fresh fragrance of vegetation; he was as quiet as a weary bird that had finally found its harbor.

This moment of tranquility was an unprecedented experience of happiness for Xuan Yi.

For years, the surging maternal love she had suppressed in her heart with nowhere to go had finally found an outlet, a perfect vessel capable of holding all her emotions.

In Yun Xiancheng’s Sea of Consciousness, Yao Chan had shifted from initial shock and despair to a numbness of complete surrender. Her small soul body curled into a ball, shivering, as she sent out a final, weak moan through her Divine Sense.

”It’s over... all over. My noble, cold, and decisive precious Disciple, who could charm thousands of young girls... has been taken down by an old woman just like that... and in such an... such an utterly ridiculous way... I can’t show my face anymore. How can I, Yao Chan, ever hold my head up again?”

However, the course of reality was far more ridiculous than she had imagined.

Xuan Yi seemed to feel that letting Yun Xiancheng lean like this indefinitely might be uncomfortable.

Her mind, completely occupied by maternal love, began to race, thinking of how to make her ”good grandson” more comfortable and relaxed. A thought flashed through her mind like lightning.

She gently adjusted her sitting position, and her free hand tenderly circled Yun Xiancheng’s waist; with a slight tug, she drew his entire body into her embrace.

Yun Xiancheng followed her lead, his body naturally turning as he lay flat, his head resting steadily on her plump and elastic thighs.

This sudden change caused Yun Xiancheng to be slightly taken aback.

He opened his eyes and looked upward; the first thing he saw was Xuan Yi’s beautiful, charming face, adorned with a loving smile.

She looked to be only in her thirties, in the prime of a woman’s life; her skin was fair and delicate, without a trace of age. Her mature charm and youthful tenderness blended perfectly, creating a heart-stopping beauty. Her mental age was perhaps similar to Yun Yun’s.

But the maternal radiance emanating from her now, which was almost overflowing, was something Yun Yun did not possess. This posture... was it a lap pillow??

A strange thought flashed through Yun Xiancheng’s mind.

He was a veteran of countless romantic encounters, but being treated like a ”grandson” by a nominal ”Grand-Aunt Master” and enjoying such intimate lap pillow treatment was truly a first.

What was more, Xuan Yi’s figure was extremely full. She wasn’t like Yao Chan, who, despite her pretty face, had a somewhat immature figure. As one of the Dan Ta Three Giants, she had lived in luxury for years, and every bit of her flesh was in exactly the right places.

Resting on her thighs, even through the elegant green dress, Yun Xiancheng could still clearly feel the incredible softness and elasticity beneath.

A delicate fragrance wafted into his nose; it wasn’t just orchids and sandalwood, but also the most primal, intoxicating scent of her body. ”Is this... much more comfortable?”

Xuan Yi looked down at Yun Xiancheng resting on her lap, her voice so soft it could practically melt.

She reached out, her fingertips gently tracing his incomparably handsome cheek. ”My good baby, the more I look at you, the better you look.” Her eyes were filled with pure admiration and affection, without any impurities.

This unique emotion perhaps stemmed from the innate, transcendent aura about Yun Xiancheng that made people want to be close to him, or perhaps from his ability to answer fluently and hit the softest parts of her heart just right.

But the most fundamental reason was that he was the first, and only, person to positively respond to her maternal love that had been overflowing for a thousand years. In Xuan Yi’s heart, Yun Xiancheng’s status had now become unique and singular.

Yun Xiancheng looked at her eyes, which were as gentle as water, and cooperated with a faint smile: ”Mhm, it’s very comfortable. Thank you... Grandma.”

This single word, ”Grandma,” seemed to possess infinite magic, instantly striking Xuan Yi’s heart.

Her body trembled slightly, a moving blush rose to her face, and her breathing quickened by several degrees. ”...Good baby...”

She responded somewhat incoherently, the joy and satisfaction in her heart nearly drowning her. She felt an indescribable torrent of emotion rampaging through her body,

making her desperately want to do something to express her affection for the ”dear grandson” in her arms, and so—

Xuan Yi’s upper body slowly, slowly tilted downward, pressing toward Yun Xiancheng’s face. Yun Xiancheng’s vision was instantly obscured by two towering, upright, and incredibly soft snow-white peaks. Her green dress could not hide their astounding scale and beautiful shape at all.

A suffocating warmth and elasticity pressed firmly against his face, burying his nose and mouth deep within.

A solid ”motorboating”! ”Mmph—”

Yun Xiancheng let out a muffled groan, not because of discomfort,

but because of this sudden, ultimate soft sensation,

as well as the overwhelming, intense fragrance of a virgin hitting him full-on, which caused him to have a momentary lapse.

Meanwhile, the moment Yao Chan witnessed this scene, she felt her vision go dark, as if her entire soul had been struck head-on by a bolt of Nine Heavens Divine Lightning. ”Nooooo!!!!!”

A silent scream, shrill to the extreme, exploded within Yun Xiancheng’s Sea of Consciousness.

Following that, Yao Chan’s small, translucent soul body flickered violently before ”poofing” and completely collapsing, turning into bits of fluorescence that vanished without a trace, leaving only a wisp of smoke behind to prove she had ever existed.

She had been ”scared unconscious” by this world-shattering, utterly misplaced drama. The world became quiet.

Wrapped tightly by those two soft masses, breathing in that intoxicating scent and feeling that amazing elasticity, Yun Xiancheng had to admit that Xuan Yi’s figure was indeed top-tier.

This full and vital sensation was a beauty that no words could describe. After an unknown amount of time, Xuan Yi seemed to feel this was inappropriate and slowly straightened her body.

She looked at Yun Xiancheng’s cheek, which had been pressed slightly red by her, and her eyes held no shyness; instead, they were filled with curiosity and concern. ”Baby?”

She asked softly, her fingers gently caressing his cheek, ”Is baby hungry?”

Before Yun Xiancheng could answer, an action occurred that even he had not anticipated.

Driven by an intense, almost extraordinary maternal love, Xuan Yi’s thoughts had entered a logical loop that ordinary people could not understand. She felt her ”dear grandson” was hungry, and as a ”Grandma,” she had the responsibility to feed him.

Thus, with a natural, motherly smile, she reached out her slender fingers and gently, proactively, pulled open the collar of her dress.

Beneath that simple green dress, there were no extra restraints.

The moment the collar was pulled open, the sacred mountains leaped out without reservation.

They were like the finest mutton-fat white jade, topped with two proudly standing red lotuses that shimmered dazzlingly under the soft indoor light.

This was not just beauty, but a sacred, maternal beauty full of vitality. Xuan Yi carefully and proactively brought a red lotus to Yun Xiancheng’s lips.

Her eyes were clear and gentle, full of expectation, and her voice was so soft it could turn into water.

”Good baby, come, Grandma will give you milk.” Yun Xiancheng: ”...”

Even though he was used to great storms, Yun Xiancheng couldn’t help but be stunned for a moment. He could feel the pure maternal love from Xuan Yi, devoid of any impurities, but he hadn’t expected this love...

...could actually make her perform such a... shocking act. Was she... serious?

Looking at Xuan Yi’s expectant, pure eyes, Yun Xiancheng knew that any refusal or hesitation would hurt her currently sensitive and burning heart.

Thus, without any hesitation, he obediently opened his mouth and proactively leaned in, taking that delicate red bean into his mouth. A warm, soft, and slightly sweet sensation spread between his lips and teeth.

This was an unprecedented experience, completely different from any erotic provocation; it was filled with a sense of holiness and devotion. Feeling the contact, Xuan Yi’s body couldn’t help but tremble slightly.

A hazy blush appeared on her face, and her gaze became somewhat vacant. ”Ah... such... such a good baby...” She let out a satisfied sigh, her other hand instinctively stroking Yun Xiancheng’s hair with increasingly gentle movements.

Yun Xiancheng enjoyed this unique ”nursing” service, his heart filled with peace. He could feel Xuan Yi’s kindness and that heavy weight of love.

Though the form was somewhat... unconventional, its essence was the purest care. However, a problem soon became apparent.

Although Xuan Yi was overflowing with maternal instincts, she was still a pure virgin. Her physical structure was completely different from a real mother’s, and naturally, it was impossible for her to secrete any milk.

Yun Xiancheng suckled for a long time, but aside from the sweetness of Xuan Yi’s skin itself, he didn’t receive any actual ”sustenance.” Xuan Yi also quickly discovered this problem.

She fed him for quite a while, yet she never felt any sign of milk flowing.

She couldn’t help but knit her beautiful brows, her face showing a look of confusion and bewilderment. ”Eh? Why... why is there no milk?”

She muttered to herself, skeptically squeezing her fullness, but still achieved nothing. A sense of frustration welled up in her heart.

My dear baby is hungry, and as his Grandma, I can’t even produce milk? How can this be!

Her gaze instantly became determined as her instincts as a Seventh-Rank Alchemist were triggered. Was there some combination of medicinal pills that could induce lactation?

Just as she was about to get up to look for a pill formula, Yun Xiancheng gently grabbed her hand. He had already guessed her thoughts from her eyes and couldn’t help but feel caught between laughter and tears.

He sat up and looked at Xuan Yi, who was full of apology and annoyance for being unable to ”nurse” him, and said warmly, ”Senior, I’m... not hungry.”

”How can you not be hungry? You were so tired you fell asleep.”

Xuan Yi looked unconvinced. She caressed Yun Xiancheng’s cheek distressedly and apologized with self-reproach.

”It’s all Grandma’s fault for being useless... I can’t even produce milk. Don’t worry, Grandma will go find a way right now. I’ll definitely let you drink the freshest...”

Yun Xiancheng quickly interrupted her increasingly ridiculous words: ”Senior, really, there’s no need. I’ll be fine after a little rest.”

Xuan Yi looked at him, and seeing his firm attitude, the annoyance on her face faded slightly. But the apology for ”failing her responsibility” still lingered in her heart.

She felt she had to do something to compensate her poor ”dear grandson.” Her gaze unconsciously slid down Yun Xiancheng’s body.

As if possessed, her hand also slid down from his chest, passing over his flat and firm abdomen.

Yun Xiancheng’s body stiffened, somewhat surprised. He hadn’t expected Xuan Yi to be so proactive at this moment. In the moment he was dazed, Xuan Yi’s small, jade-like hand...

...had already reached his towering Buzhou Mountain with a hint of exploratory curiosity. Through his clothes, she felt that startling heat and hardness.

This was a completely foreign sensation, unlike anything she had ever touched. It was full of power and vitality, like a fierce beast waiting to break free from its shackles. Xuan Yi’s fingers instinctively curled, then she boldly gripped it. ”Is this... a boy’s thing?”

She was like a child who had discovered a new toy, her eyes full of pure curiosity without a hint of lewdness. ”So hot... and it even moves.”

Yun Xiancheng did not resist. He closed his eyes and enjoyed this unprecedented service.

Xuan Yi’s movements were incredibly clumsy. She clearly had absolutely no experience in this area.

However, it was precisely this rawness and clumsiness that brought about a different, indescribable feeling.