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

388: Section 388His wives and concubines naturally integrated into the group, spending every day with Yun Xiancheng alongside the kind and gentle disciples of the Flower Sect.

The entire Flower Sect seemed to have transformed into a secluded Kingdom of Women, and Yun Xiancheng was its sole monarch.

In this gentle haven, two more months slipped by unnoticed.

”Oh my, you didn’t see it, when that girl Yun’er first came back, her face was so pale, tsk tsk... she didn’t leave her room for a whole half month!” Beside the stone table in the courtyard, Yao Chan stood with her hands on her hips, boasting proudly to Wind Idle:

”Luckily, I didn’t go with them back then. Hmph, my ability to foresee things is truly worthy of my wise reputation as the Medicine Saint!” Wind Idle shook his head helplessly, took a sip of tea, and slowly said:

”Alright, alright, stop boasting here. If I hadn’t stopped you back then, you probably would have been the first one to rush over. At that time, who knows who

would have been secluded for longer.”

”I... I was worried about my disciple!” Yao Chan’s old face flushed red as she forcefully argued. And during these two months, another person who couldn’t stay idle was Sect Master Hua Yu.

As Yao Chan’s closest friend, under the intentional or unintentional matchmaking of this ”maliciously inclined” girlfriend, her conversations with Yun Xiancheng also grew more frequent.

Yao Chan’s seductive ”Demonic Words,” like spring rain, continuously watered her ears day and night. Gradually, this petite mother,

along with her mature and curvaceous daughter, Hua Jin,

unconsciously circled Yun Xiancheng like two beautiful vines. On this day, the autumn air was crisp, and the sky was clear and bright.

Yun Xiancheng and the ladies, along with all the disciples of the Flower Sect, held another grand Flower Appreciation Gathering on a vast, open field behind the sect. Countless exotic flowers bloomed competitively on this spiritually rich land, displaying a stunning array of colors.

The Young ladies wore long dresses of various colors, playing, laughing, and enjoying the outing like butterflies flitting through the sea of flowers, seeking an intimate response.

And Yun Xiancheng always accepted all comers, warmly giving every girl the gentlest hug and praise, causing continuous giggles and creating a warm and enchanting atmosphere.

Amidst this ocean of joy, Yun Xiancheng’s gaze was drawn to a figure in the distance. She was a Flower Sect disciple dressed in green, standing alone,

far from the noisy crowd. She was quietly leaning down, her nose close to a blooming purple flower, as if seriously smelling its fragrance. Her figure was not plump, yet certainly not flat; the perfect curves, outlined by the green robe, exuded a unique charm.

Her profile, illuminated by the sun, appeared somewhat ordinary, yet carried an ineffable harmony and tranquility. Yun Xiancheng felt a sense of strangeness in his heart.

Over these past two months, he had become intimately familiar with the more than twenty disciples of the Flower Sect; he could name each one’s appearance, name, and personality.

But this Young Woman in Green Robe before him felt utterly unfamiliar, as if he were seeing her for the first time. Who was she?

As this thought arose, he instinctively took a step, slowly walking toward the Young lady. As if sensing his approach, the Young Woman in Green Robe slowly straightened up and turned her head.

When she saw it was Yun Xiancheng, a natural smile blossomed on her face, like a spring breeze brushing past.

”Although the beauties of the Flower Sect are fragrant and alluring, they are also delicate and fragile. In the end, they are just flowers in a greenhouse.” Her voice was clear and pleasant, like a mountain spring,

”If no one carefully protects them, I fear they will soon wither away in the wind and rain.”

Yun Xiancheng stood beside her, smelling a faint, elegant, and distant fragrance emanating from her, completely different from that of the surrounding sea of flowers. For some reason, the question he originally intended to ask remained unspoken.

Following her words, he replied softly, ”No matter what, as long as a girl is willing to stay by my side, I will use all my strength to shield them from

all the wind and rain.”

Hearing this, the Young Woman in Green Robe let out a soft laugh. A hint of mischievousness and playfulness flashed across her eyes, which had previously seemed somewhat ordinary.

”You really are an out-and-out pervert, a complete and utter Lecherous Young Master.” She laughed and scolded lightly, yet her tone held no malice, but rather a hint of intimate teasing.

Yun Xiancheng froze for a moment, then laughed openly and nodded, ”You are right. I frankly accept this reputation.” Seeing his reaction, the smile in the Young Woman in Green Robe’s eyes deepened.

She picked another identical purple flower from the nearby flower bush and handed it to Yun Xiancheng, saying softly, ”Smell this pollen.”

Yun Xiancheng had no suspicion and leaned forward as instructed, bringing his nose close to the delicate stamen.

An ordinary, sweet floral fragrance first entered his nasal cavity. However, immediately following it was a completely different, immense aura that seemed to contain the ultimate principles of Heaven and Earth!

The next moment, a sudden change occurred!

Countless verdant vines erupted wildly from the ground beneath his feet without warning. Like living spirit snakes, they instantly wrapped his body layer by layer, transforming him into a massive green Flower Bud!

An incomparably pure and vast energy surged wildly into his body along the vines, rampaging through his meridians and spreading unrestrainedly!

Just as he prepared to mobilize his Dou Qi to shatter the vines, the Young Woman in Green Robe’s voice, accompanied by a slight shake of her head filled with helplessness and gentle blame, reached his ears. ”You really are a fellow with zero vigilance. If I had intended to harm you, you would truly be in danger right now.”

Immediately after, Yun Xiancheng felt a soft, cool forehead gently press against his own. The Young lady’s voice, a nervous and hesitant whisper, sounded directly in his mind.

”Listen to my breathing and follow my rhythm... Then, refine this energy.”

A profound and mysterious breathing rhythm clearly entered his perception through the contact of their foreheads. It was a marvelous rhythm that resonated with Heaven and Earth and unified with the Great Dao.

Yun Xiancheng’s mind was instantly drawn to it, and he subconsciously began to imitate and learn it. An incredible thing happened.

The immense, surging energy that was originally chaotic and violent within his body instantly became incredibly docile upon encountering this marvelous breathing rhythm. Like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, it was easily refined by him and integrated throughout his body!

The barrier of the Initial Half-Saint realm, facing this irresistible power, was as fragile as thin paper and was instantly broken through! Intermediate Half-Saint!

At the same time, crystal-clear images appeared in his mind,

In the images, a Young lady, also dressed in green and possessing a beauty that seemed otherworldly, was engaged in a world-shaking battle against countless powerful, faceless enemies.

With every move she made, thousands of divine flowers bloomed, harnessing the power of Heaven and Earth. Her might had long exceeded the scope of a Dou Saint...”Husband! What’s wrong?!”

”Young Master! What happened?!”

”Husband, why are you wrapped up in flowers?” ”Look quickly! The Young Master seems to be talking to himself!”

Waves of anxious and worried calls pulled Yun Xiancheng’s consciousness back from that mysterious realm. He suddenly opened his eyes and found that the vines that had wrapped him were already gone.

His wives and concubines, along with the disciples of the Flower Sect, were surrounding him anxiously, chattering and asking questions non-stop. Yun Xiancheng froze, subconsciously glancing around.

The flower bush with the blooming purple flowers remained, but the mysterious Young Woman in Green Robe was gone without a trace, as if she had never appeared.

He did not answer the crowd’s questions. Instead, he extended a finger, using it like a pen, and quickly sketched a portrait of the Young Woman in Green Robe on the grass in front of him.

Then he looked up at Hua Yu and Hua Jin and asked in a low voice, ”Have you seen this person? Who is she?”

Hua Yu, Hua Jin, and all the Flower Sect disciples gathered around curiously, carefully examining the portrait on the ground. After a moment, everyone shook their heads blankly, saying they had never seen this person.

Just as doubts began to sprout in Yun Xiancheng’s heart, Hua Jin seemed to recall something. She furrowed her delicate brows and spoke with some uncertainty:

”Mother, look... isn’t the charm between the eyebrows and eyes of the woman in this portrait somewhat similar to the portrait of the Founding Ancestor enshrined in our sect’s Ancestral Hall?”

Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked. Yun Xiancheng was slightly startled.

Was the Flower Sect’s Ancestor that Female Dou Emperor?

Did he just witness a residual image of a Dou Emperor, or something else entirely?

483 The Flower Emperor’s Trace

The Founding Ancestor of the Flower Sect? That legendary Dou Emperor expert?

This conjecture was too astonishing, causing the courtyard to fall into a deathly silence for a moment.

Everyone’s gaze converged on the portrait drawn by Yun Xiancheng, then involuntarily shifted toward the direction of the sect’s Ancestral Hall, their faces filled with disbelief.

Yun Xiancheng’s heart skipped a beat at that moment. Countless chaotic thoughts flashed through his mind: The Flower Emperor... was it really her? But why would she appear here? And in this manner.

But the general conjecture was that the Dou Emperors engaged in a fierce war with the Extraterritorial Evil Clan, ultimately dying almost entirely in battle. Did this unnamed Flower Emperor also perish in that protracted war?

Or perhaps, she never successfully ascended, but instead fell in some corner of the Fighting Qi Continent due to unknown reasons?

What exactly was this mysterious Woman in Green Robe? A wisp of Residual Soul she left in the world, an obsession, or a more profound form of existence? She seemed to bear him no ill will.

On the contrary, that enlightening, vast energy not only helped him break through to the Intermediate Half-Saint realm in one go, but also taught him a Unique Breathing Technique, likely her exclusive specialty.

This gift was undeniably significant. But what exactly did she intend? “Let’s go! Let’s check the Ancestral Hall!”

Hua Yu was the first to react. She took a deep breath and said with a solemn expression.

The group marched grandly, their hearts filled with complex emotions, quickly heading toward the Ancestral Hall, which was usually solemn, majestic, and rarely visited. Inside the hall, incense smoke curled. On the wall directly above, hung a slightly faded scroll.

The painting also depicted a Woman in Green Robe, standing quietly amidst a myriad of flowers, turning back with a slight smile. Although the painter’s brushwork couldn’t fully capture that extraordinary charm and grace,

the elegance in her eyes and the detached, ethereal temperament were seventy to eighty percent similar to the person Yun Xiancheng had just seen.

“It really is the Founding Ancestor...” A Flower Sect disciple covered her mouth and let out a low gasp. “Oh heavens, the Ancestor has manifested.

“The Founding Ancestor... she actually appeared in person to Impart Cultivation to Young Master Yun.”

Instantly, the gazes of the Flower Sect disciples, both inside and outside the Ancestral Hall, completely changed as they looked at Yun Xiancheng.

If before, their feelings towards this incomparably handsome and unfathomably powerful Young Master Yun were mostly awe, admiration, and the yearning of young maidens in spring,

now, a shade of almost sacred fervor was added to that emotion.

What honor was it to be favored by the personal manifestation of the Founding Ancestor? What did this signify?

Yun Xiancheng ignored the burning gazes around him. He simply stared quietly at the portrait, his doubts growing deeper. He turned to Hua Yu and asked in a deep voice, “Sect Master Hua, how much information does the sect have recorded about the deeds of this Senior Flower Emperor?” A hint of bitterness and shame appeared on Hua Yu’s face, and she gently shook her head:

“To be honest, Young Master Yun, although our Flower Sect is nominally the legacy of the Founding Ancestor, in reality, the connection with the Founding Ancestor... is minimal. The sect’s ancient texts contain only a few scattered words about the Founding Ancestor, and the details are vague.”

“Oh?” Yun Xiancheng raised an eyebrow slightly. “What do you mean by that?”

“According to the records in the sect’s most ancient fragments,” Hua Jin added from the side, her beautiful eyes also filled with confusion!

“The Founding Ancestor, throughout her life, seems never to have formally accepted a disciple, nor did she ever have the intention of founding a sect. The First Sect Master of our Flower Sect was not the Founding Ancestor’s personal disciple either.”

“The First Sect Master was just a Rogue Cultivator with ordinary talent back then,” Hua Yu took over the conversation, speaking slowly.

“It is said that when she was traveling here, she happened upon the Founding Ancestor staying in this valley, Lecturing on the Dao to all creation. The First Sect Master was fortunate enough to listen for three days, from which she comprehended a Cultivation Technique, greatly increasing her strength. By the time she came to her senses, the Founding Ancestor had already left. To show gratitude for this kindness, the First Sect Master established the Flower Sect here and enshrined the Founding Ancestor’s portrait, honoring her as the Founding Ancestor.”

“In other words,”

Yun Xiancheng mused,

“Senior Flower Emperor remained unmarried throughout her life and left no blood descendants, so naturally, there is no so-called Dou Di Family legacy. Even the Flower Sect was merely established by later generations out of gratitude for her kindness?”

“That is correct.” Hua Yu nodded.

“This is all we know. The relationship between the Flower Sect and the Founding Ancestor is far from the close blood and lineage ties that ancient Dou Emperor Families like the Gu Clan and the Hun Clan have with their

ancestors. We... are more like a group of descendants who were fortunate enough to receive a bit of care from the radiance the Founding Ancestor unintentionally cast.”

This explanation plunged Yun Xiancheng into deeper silence. Things seemed to be getting increasingly confusing.

Why would the shadow of a Dou Emperor, who had almost no direct connection to her own lineage, suddenly appear after all these years? And why would she specifically choose him and present such a generous gift?

What did her phrase “flowers in a greenhouse,” and his subconscious reply, “I will shoulder all the wind and rain for them,” signify? Did this hide some deep secret about the Fighting Qi Continent that he was not yet aware of?

Facing this mysterious event, which deviated greatly from the original plot, Yun Xiancheng dared not be careless in the slightest.

But with the clues now cut off, and Senior Flower Emperor having left no clear instructions, he could only temporarily suppress this doubt in his heart. Forget it, accept what comes.

The corner of his mouth lifted slightly, and he once again revealed a gentle smile.

Regardless of what that senior intended, at least one thing was clear.

She bore him no ill will, and moreover... she seemed to place great importance on his promise to protect these Flower Sect Young ladies. If that was the case, then... he would just continue to fulfill his promise!

Having figured this out, Yun Xiancheng’s mood brightened considerably. He turned around, looked at the Flower Sect Young ladies who were still in shock and excitement, and laughed heartily:

“Everyone, the Ancestor Manifesting is a great joyous event for our Flower Sect. We can’t just end this Flower Appreciation Gathering abruptly today. Come on, let’s go back and continue!”

His words were like a spring breeze, instantly dispersing the heavy atmosphere inside the Ancestral Hall.

The Young ladies recovered, and seeing the familiar, heartwarming smile on his face, they couldn’t help but smile too.

He still spent every day mingling with the Flower Sect Young ladies, admiring flowers, composing poetry, playing the zither, and sparring... showcasing the romantic and elegant demeanor of a Dashing Young Master in the Mundane World to the fullest.

As for the Flower Sect Young ladies, after experiencing the miracle of the “Ancestor Manifesting,” their attitude towards Yun Xiancheng underwent a dramatic change. That admiration, which originally carried a hint of restraint and shyness, quietly transformed at this moment.

Thus, over these two months spanning autumn and winter, the nights at the Flower Sect began to lose their tranquility.

There were always one or two, or three or four, bolder Flower Sect disciples who would quietly sneak into Yun Xiancheng’s room in the dead of night.

They wore their most beautiful clothes, carrying the purest affection and the most fervent desire of young maidens, awkwardly yet resolutely offering their most precious possessions to the deity in their hearts.

Naturally, Yun Xiancheng refused none who came.

He deeply understood the Young ladies’ intentions and respected their traditional restraint stemming from the desire for official status.

Therefore, before accepting their bodies, he would hold a simple yet solemn marriage ceremony, known only to them, for every young lady who willingly offered herself.

Under the gentle moonlight, he would personally place a ring symbolizing an eternal bond on their fingers, promising to stay together for life.

Only then would he carefully savor their budding freshness and sweetness, receiving their first blooming snow plums, and... their eternal promise. During these two months, he practically feasted every night, yet he managed the boundaries perfectly,

satisfying the Young ladies’ wishes while never neglecting any of the old acquaintances aboard the star chaser.

The entire Flower Sect was immersed in a strange yet harmonious, romantic atmosphere filled with love and devotion.

Of course, in this gentle hunt, the last two, and also the sweetest fruits, were naturally Hua Yu and Hua Jin, the pair of Young ladies with distinct charms.

To win them over, Yun Xiancheng didn’t even need to make the first move himself.