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

387: Section 387The reason he chose to come alone was that he didn’t want those girls, who should have lived in the sunlight,

to come into contact with such extreme filth and malice, originating from another world. This evil should not exist in this world.

Yun Xiancheng, as an Initial Half-Saint expert, was already at the pinnacle of power in the Central Plains, where the Ancient Eight Clans remained reclusive.

Dealing with a splinter faction that had no Grand Elders and was led by only an Eight-Revoluion Dou Zun, was for him, as easy as turning his hand.

However, just as he was about to make his move, a slight ripple appeared in the space not far behind him. ”I knew it, Lord Guan, you would definitely try to solve everything by yourself secretly.”

Yun Yun’s voice, carrying a hint of helplessness and reproach, sounded. She, Liu Qing, Xiao Yi Xian, Tang Huo’er, Cao Ying, and Hua Jin slowly emerged from the void.

Yun Xiancheng slowly turned around, looking at the women who insisted on following him, a bitter smile of resignation appearing on his face:

”Oh, you all... knowing full well what kind of filthy place lies ahead, why insist on coming along and dirtying your eyes?” ”Precisely because we know it’s a filthy place, we must follow.”

Liu Qing held a silver spear, looking heroic and spirited, her eyes exceptionally firm.

”Husband, you always want to protect us behind you, shielding us from all storms. But have you ever considered that we also want to stand side by side with you, to share even a tiny bit of your burden?

Xiao Yi Xian gently raised her hand, a wisp of gray-purple Calamity Poison Qi swirling around her fingertips, her tone gentle yet undeniable:

”Xiancheng, we all sensed the killing intent within you. We don’t want that after you’ve eradicated all evil before you, you turn around only to see an empty mountain. Whatever you want to do, we will be with you.”

”Exactly! Exactly!

Tang Huo’er waved her small fists, her twin ponytails swinging with energetic arcs in the air.

”Husband is responsible for killing the enemy, and after Husband is done killing, we’ll be responsible for handing you a cup of hot tea and wiping the bloodstains from your sword. You can’t do such things alone, can you?”

Cao Ying, on the other hand, smiled enchantingly, her slender fingers twirling a seductive curl of hair, her beautiful eyes glancing at Yun Xiancheng, her tone carrying a hint of self-assured dominance:

”Young Master Yun, don’t forget, we are family now. When such disgusting weeds grow in our own territory, how can we let the male head of the household weed alone? We, as wives, naturally must also join in and clean up our family’s courtyard spotlessly.”

Hua Jin stood beside Yun Yun, her pretty face filled with solemnity and determination. She bowed gracefully to Yun Xiancheng:

”Young Master Yun, the ’New Flower Sect’ is originally a cancerous tumor that split from our Flower Sect. Cleaning up the sect is our duty. Now, to have the honor of fighting alongside Young Master,

Hua Jin... couldn’t ask for more.”

Yun Yun didn’t speak, she simply walked quietly to Yun Xiancheng’s side.

She gently straightened his collar, which had been ruffled by the night wind. Her autumn-water-like eyes were filled with unspoken trust and support.

Seeing the resolute look in their eyes, Yun Xiancheng knew that any more persuasion would be futile. He sighed helplessly, then his expression softened into a gentle smile.

He reached out and pulled Yun Yun into his embrace, whispering, ”Alright. Since you insist, then... let’s go together. But, promise me, no matter what you see, do not be afraid.”

Meanwhile, in the courtyard of the Flower Sect, Yao Chan was pacing anxiously, trying several times to tear through space and follow, but was stopped by Wind Idle.

”Oh, Wind Idle, quickly let me go! What if something happens to my precious disciple going to such a dangerous place alone?!” Wind Idle leisurely sipped his fragrant tea, glanced at her sideways, and slowly said:

”I say, Sister Chan, just relax. Your precious disciple is now a Half-Saint, and he’s accompanied by several Nine-turn Dou Zun Peaks and Initial Half-Saints. The New Flower Sect’s strength isn’t even enough to fill his teeth. Besides, some dirty things are better handled by him alone. We, as elders, shouldn’t go and cause trouble.”

On the other side, Yun Xiancheng, along with the women, silently infiltrated the territory of the ”New Flower Sect” like ghosts.

As they delved deeper, the seemingly bizarre and fantastical intelligence recorded in the Flower Sect’s data began to unfold before them in a more direct and bloody manner.

This land was no longer the unified rebellious sect depicted in the Flower Sect’s records.

After the transmigrator sect leader, named ”Xing Yidao,” established initial rule, this place became like an uncontrolled cancer cell, undergoing frenzied division and internal strife.

The first thing that caught their eyes was the territory of the so-called ”Orthodox Faction,” also known as the ”Man-Slaying Faction.”

The towns here, rather than being human settlements, were more like giant female monasteries.

On the streets, not a single adult male could be seen, only female cultivators with fanatical expressions and a hint of ferocity in their brows, patrolling in groups. In a large square, a Jingguan built from male skulls emitted a nauseating stench under the blood-red moonlight. In front of the Jingguan, the Sect Leader of the New Flower Sect, that Eight-Revoluion Dou Zun level transmigrator, was delivering a fanatical brainwashing speech to her followers. ”Sisters! Look at this monument! It is a symbol of our liberation from millennia of slavery! It is proof that the patriarchal society wails beneath our feet! Men,

are the world’s cancer, a parasitic growth on our bones! Only by completely eradicating them from this world can we achieve true liberation!”

However, Yun Xiancheng easily saw through the facade of this impassioned speech, discerning the sharp, irreconcilable contradictions that already existed within the ”Orthodox Faction.” At a secret Elder’s meeting, several Dou Zun level Elders were arguing fiercely,

”Sect Leader! We cannot continue killing like this! The male population in our territory has been almost completely slaughtered. Who will do the lowest jobs now? Are we, noble women, supposed to personally farm, mine, and build houses?

”That’s right! Although men are defiled, their physical strength is indispensable as laborers! If we kill them all, how will we maintain the operation of the sect? By ourselves? Why should we? I was born to be served, not to serve others!

”I don’t care! Anyway, I absolutely will not do those rough tasks! If this problem can’t be solved, why did we establish a new faction in the first place? Staying in the Flower Sect, at least there were outer disciples and servants to command!”

When everyone believes they should be the authoritative master and is unwilling to be the foundational laborer, this seemingly ’pure ideal nation’ is destined to decay and collapse at its very roots.

This ridiculous contradiction directly spawned a second, even more unique faction — the ”Attendant Faction.”

Compared to the territory of the ”Orthodox Faction,” the towns of the ”Attendant Faction” appeared much more ”prosperous.” Here, a large number of ”male” figures could be seen. However, these ”males” could no longer be called ”people.”

Without exception, they were all castrated. Their faces were heavily made up with rouge and powder, and they wore revealing and bizarre servant attire, their expressions humble to the extreme, even fawning.

They were the ”honorary females” accepted by the ”Attendant Faction.”

These ”attendants,” after undergoing a double castration of body and spirit, instead erupted with an almost perverse ”convert’s fanaticism.”

They hated true males even more than the female cultivators of the ”Orthodox Faction.” In their unique perception, the female body was sacred, while the male bodies they once possessed were the most defiled and disgusting objects in the world.

Their most fervent activity was hunting down couples who still maintained normal heterosexual relationships.

In a secluded valley, Yun Xiancheng and his group witnessed a horrifying ”purification ritual” in progress.

A young couple of rogue cultivators was surrounded by a group of ”attendants” and female cultivators from the ”Attendant Faction.” The male cultivator had already been tortured to death, his corpse casually discarded nearby.

The surviving female cultivator, in desperate cries, was forcibly pinned to the ground and made to have close contact with another weak female who had also been captured.

”Look! This is the fate of those who betray our sacred gender!”

The leading ”attendant” shrieked in a piercing voice,

”You unrepentant man-lovers! You are still associating with those defiled males! You are simply unworthy of being called women! You have been

expelled from the ’female’ registry! Today, we shall act on behalf of heaven and purify your contaminated souls!”

The girls following Yun Xiancheng, seeing this scene, all had icy expressions on their beautiful faces, their eyes burning with uncontrollable rage and killing intent.

Liu Qing’s knuckles were slightly white from gripping her silver spear too tightly. However, this was not the worst of it.

When Yun Xiancheng’s gaze swept over the third area, a putrid, foul, and despairing aura filled with lust assaulted them. This was the territory of the ”Hedonist Faction.”

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Unlike the grimness and fanaticism of the previous two factions, this place felt more like a massive, never-ending debaucherous party.

Countless tents and ornate buildings were staging scenes too unsightly to behold. Their malice toward men did not seem as great, because in their eyes, men were merely tools to satisfy their desires.

As long as one could provide a ”source of goods” that was fresh and strong enough, they didn’t even mind trading with some male merchants. Castrate men at will? How could that be? If the party lacked ”toys,” how boring would that be?

Besides this, there were various smaller branch factions, at least a dozen of them. Some advocated absolute selfishness, trampling on each other and making false accusations; others were addicted to bloody rituals, using the blood of their own kind to please the ”Goddess” they envisioned.

The strongest among these small factions were mostly no higher than the Dou Zong level, yet they had completely turned this land into a living hell filled with naked malice and terror.

This malice was so pure, so familiar. It did not belong to this world. It came from another world, from the dirtiest, filthiest, and most hysterical dark corners.

”Enough.” Yun Xiancheng withdrew his gaze, his voice calm yet carrying a heart-chilling coldness. ”There is no need to look any further.”

He turned around, looking at the young women behind him, who were already wearing furious expressions with their teeth clenched, and said slowly, ”Now, do you understand? This is the reason I did not want you to come along.”

”Husband.” In Yun Yun’s voice, there was a faint, imperceptible tremor—not of fear, but of extreme rage. ”These people… these things… they do not deserve to live in this world.”

”They can no longer be called human.” Xiao Yi Xian’s voice, changing from her usual gentleness, became as cold as ice. ”They are demons wearing human skin, a… plague that has defiled the very word ’woman’.”

”Kill them all.” Liu Qing only said these three words, but the spear in her hand had already let out a mournful cry, yearning for blood.

”So disgusting.” Tang Huo’er frowned, her eyes full of revulsion. ”Just thinking about breathing the same air as these guys makes me feel sick all over!”

”A bunch of idiots who cannot even make their own basic logic consistent, yet they delude themselves into thinking they have grasped the truth of the universe.” A cold, mocking sneer curled the corners of Cao Ying’s lips. ”Truly… pathetic and laughable.”

Hua Jin took a deep breath and bowed solemnly to Yun Xiancheng. ”Young Master Yun, I implore you… take action! Completely purify this polluted land! Do not leave a single living soul! My Flower Sect will never acknowledge these scoundrels as having any connection to us whatsoever!”

”This cancer of civilization, which began because of me, should naturally be excised by my own hands.” Yun Xiancheng’s voice echoed in the silent night sky. He did not say anything more, only slowly raising his hand.

The next moment, a blood-colored blade, illusory yet real, condensed from endless killing intent and resentment, slowly emerged behind him. The Execution Platform!

A terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the entire mountain range! ”Who goes there?!”

The Sect Master of the New Flower Sect, that transmigrator at the eight-turn Dou Zun level, was the first to sense this terrifying aura that was enough to freeze her soul.

Her figure flashed, appearing in mid-air. When she saw the man in white standing in the air, her pupils suddenly shrank. What a handsome man… No!

Her eyes were instantly replaced by fanatical hatred and vigilance. ”Running dog of the patriarchal society! How dare you trespass into our free kingdom of women! You…”

Before she could finish speaking, she saw Yun Yun and the others also hovering in the air behind Yun Xiancheng. ”Traitors! You shameless man-lovers! How dare you associate with men! You…”

”Shut up.” Yun Xiancheng didn’t even look at her, simply spitting out those two words indifferently.

The transmigrator Sect Master felt as if her throat had been gripped by an invisible force, and all sound came to an abrupt halt.

She discovered with horror that her eight-turn Dou Zun strength, which she had been so proud of, was like an ant before the other party; she couldn’t even move a finger.

But even so, she still attempted to use her own logic from the other world to make a final struggle.

”You… what do you want to do?! Kill us all?! Heh… you men, you will always only use violence to solve problems! If you kill us, what difference is there between you and us?! You are merely standing on the side of the patriarchy, carrying out yet another oppression and massacre against us awakened women!”

She tried to use this seemingly profound sophistry to shake Yun Xiancheng’s mind, or at least, to secure some illusory moral high ground for herself.

However, Yun Xiancheng merely looked at her calmly, his gaze like that of someone looking at a noisy insect that could be crushed at any moment. ”I cannot be bothered to talk to you.” ”You are not worthy of listening.”

The moment his words fell, the Execution Platform behind him slashed down with a roar! There was no earth-shattering boom, no dazzling light. There was only a silent blood-colored ripple that, with him as the center, spread rapidly in all directions like a ripple.

The expression on the transmigrator Sect Master’s face instantly froze. All her thoughts, all her resentment, all her fanaticism were completely erased the moment they touched that blood-colored ripple. Her body silently turned into the smallest particles and dissipated into the night wind.

Then came the one-sided cleansing of the filth… After confirming that the filth had been cleared, Yun Xiancheng resumed his usual gentleness. ”This matter is concluded, it is time to return.”

Hua Jin looked at the empty mountain range, took a deep breath, and then bowed solemnly once more to Yun Xiancheng’s back, saying softly, ”Thank you, Young Master, for removing this scourge for my Flower Sect.”

482 The Girl Who Loved the Fragrance of Flowers. Since returning from the polluted land of the ”New Flower Sect,” for a full half-month, Yun Yun and the others who had gone to exorcise the demons had fallen into a strange state.

They did not cry or make a fuss, nor did they show any fear or discomfort; they simply, by unspoken agreement, chose to stay in bed, burying themselves deep within their silk quilts, as if to shut out everything from the outside world.

Yun Xiancheng was not surprised by this. That pure and extreme malice originating from another world had a much more violent impact on these young women who had grown up in the martial Fighting Qi Continent than any bloody battle.

It was a kind of filth that struck directly at the soul and was enough to subvert one’s worldview. He knew they needed time to digest it all.

Thus, in the days that followed, he transformed into the most gentle and considerate medicine. Every night, he would quietly sneak into each girl’s room, holding them tightly, and silently soothing their frightened hearts with the warmest body temperature and the most intimate interactions.

He never said much, only using his actions to tell them that no matter what they had experienced, he would always be here, protecting them.

Under this silent and nourishing comfort, half a month later, the girls finally gradually walked out of that gloom. Life on the star chaser also returned to its former warmth and liveliness.

It is worth mentioning that ever since the transmigrator named ”Xing Yi Dao” led a group of extreme-minded disciples to rebel and leave the sect, the current Flower Sect has instead presented an unprecedented purity and tranquility.

Those with impure thoughts and extreme natures had mostly left with that wave of division. As for the neutral and wavering disciples, after witnessing the plight of the Flower Sect’s declining strength, they also chose to return home or find other paths.

Especially those disciples who already had marriage arrangements within the sect faced a cruel choice: either follow what the ”New Flower Sect” advocated, ”kill their husbands to certify the Dao,” and completely sever ties with men from the outside world; or choose to leave the sect, return to their families, and never again get involved in this mess.

After the great waves washed away the sand, only about twenty disciples remained in the Flower Sect. But every single one who stayed was truly the essence.

They were gentle and kind, the kind of virtuous women who adhered to traditional virtues, and even having witnessed the blooming of the flower of evil, they had never wavered in their own hearts.

It was precisely because of this purity and perseverance that Yun Xiancheng treated these remaining Flower Sect disciples, as well as the two women at their head, Hua Yu and Hua Jin, with great kindness and gentleness.

To help everyone completely dispel the gloom in their hearts, he began to organize one elegant gathering after another within this fragrant sect, sometimes a flower-viewing party where a hundred flowers competed in beauty, and sometimes a poetry competition filled with the fragrance of ink.