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

390: Section 390”After the Coming-of-Age Ceremony, our clan’s Heavenly Tomb will open! That is our Ancient Clan’s greatest treasure trove, burying the inheritances and bones of countless ancient powerhouses. If one is lucky, they might even find the origin energy of a Dou Saint powerhouse from within!”

She paused, then added, ”Most importantly... at that time, we will be able to truly meet our mother privately.” Hearing the word ”mother,” a slight warmth spread through Xiancheng’s heart.

He thought of System Spirit, who existed in his sea of consciousness, silently protecting him, and his heart was filled with anticipation.

However, Nalan Yanran, who was beside him, raised a practical concern.

”Younger Sister Xun’er, your intentions are good. But have you considered that my husband’s status is not what it once was? If he appears in the Ancient Clan with great fanfare, the Hun Clan... I’m afraid they won’t let it go easily, will they?”

Xiao Yan also nodded, agreeing with a serious expression:

”That’s right. Two years ago, when my husband first arrived in Central Plains, he was only at the peak of Dou Zong. Now, he is already a Intermediate Half-Saint. This promotion speed is truly terrifying. Those guys from the Hun Clan already see my husband as a thorn in their side. If they learn of this, they will certainly try every means to nip the threat in the bud.”

”Hmph, how dare they!”

Xiao Xun’er’s willow-like eyebrows shot up at the words, and an aura of authority belonging to a superior instantly emanated from her. ”Mother cannot sit idly by.

Looking at her protective demeanor, Xiancheng couldn’t help but smile. He gently pinched Xiao Xun’er’s delicate nose and said softly, ”Alright, no need to be angry. Your Lord Guan, I, am not so easily crushed.”

He met the three women’s concerned gazes calmly, his face showing his usual composure and confidence:

”The Hun Clan’s threat does exist. But this is not a reason for us to cower. Hiding won’t make it disappear. Since they will come sooner or later, I will

wait for them in the Ancient Clan. I want to see what they can do to me.”

”It’s settled.” Xiancheng made the final decision, then smiled and said to Xiao Xun’er, ”Go back and tell System Spirit that her son-in-law will visit soon.”

A few days later, a violent ripple appeared in the space outside the Ancient World.

A huge spatial rift was forcibly torn open by a delicate jade hand, and Zi Yan’s petite figure with twin ponytails was the first to bounce out. Closely following were Xiancheng and the numerous women of the magnificent star chaser.

”Wow! Is this the Ancient World? The spiritual energy feels even denser than our Dragon Island!” Zi Yan looked around curiously, her big eyes sparkling with excitement.

”Sister Zi, this is just the entrance.”

Xiao Xun’er explained with a smile, then stepped forward,

and showed her identity token to the two black-armored guards in front of the spatial gate, which was composed of countless profound runes. The two guards were initially vigilant, but upon seeing that it was Xiao Xun’er,

and the large group of unfathomably powerful beauties behind her, their vigilance instantly turned into shock and respect. ”Welcome back, Miss Xun’er!”

At this time, it was the eve of the Ancient Clan’s Coming-of-Age Ceremony. As per custom, several other ancient races had also successively dispatched outstanding young disciples to observe the ceremony.

In front of the spatial gate, airships or powerhouses from other races arrived from time to time, making the scene quite lively. However, among the continuous stream of guests, only the Spirit Clan was absent.

This caused some of the Ancient Clan Elders responsible for reception to harbor some complaints, but they did not know the reason. Xiancheng glanced at the dissatisfaction on the Elders’ faces, and understood in his heart.

The Spirit Clan... perhaps at this point, they had already been annihilated by the Hun Clan. He silently withdrew his gaze, but was contemplating another matter in his heart.

Would she be completely unaware of such a major event as the Spirit Clan being destroyed? Or... did she have other plans?

While he was pondering, the group had already passed through the spatial gate and officially stepped into this legendary ancient realm. Upon entering, a pure energy, ten times denser than the outside world, rushed towards them.

Looking around, mountains overlapped, ancient trees reached to the sky, and magnificent yet ancient palaces were built on countless giant rocks suspended in the air, fully displaying the heritage and grandeur of the first great Ancient Clan.

Xiao Xun’er’s return, and the massive harem of over a hundred stunning women, each with their own unique charm, instantly caused a huge sensation.

One must know that Xiao Xun’er was the goddess in the hearts of countless young disciples within the Ancient Clan.

Now, the goddess not only brought back a man, but also a large group of ”love rivals.” How could those self-important Ancient Clan geniuses accept this?

”Who is that white-robed boy? Why can he stand beside Miss Xun’er?”

”I heard he’s that so-called Young Dou Di... a barbarian from the Northwest Continent. Is he worthy of our Ancient Clan’s young lady?”

”Exactly! The last few who were unconvinced and secretly ran out to teach him a lesson were directly confined after returning. I think Commander Ling Quan and his subordinates were ineffective!”

”Just wait! When the celebration comes, we’ll definitely let him know what a true genius is!”

In an instant, countless gazes filled with jealousy, disdain, and hostility fell squarely on Xiancheng. However, Xiancheng completely ignored these provocative gazes.

He simply followed Xiao Xun’er calmly, chatting and laughing with Nalan Yanran, Xiao Yan, and others.

That detached and refined demeanor, on the contrary, made those who were waiting for a show even more displeased.

On the guest reception mountain specially prepared for guests, Xiancheng and his group were arranged in the most honorable seats—a exclusive area specially opened for him under the name of ”Young Dou Di.”

He sat down calmly, while Xiao Xun’er, Nalan Yanran, and Xiao Yan, who also carried the Xiao Family bloodline, naturally sat beside him.

The moment the four figures appeared on the Eight Clans observation platform, everyone’s breathing couldn’t help but hitch. ”Mid... Intermediate Half-Saint?!”

A young genius from the Medicine Clan exclaimed in shock, and the jade cup in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. ”No... impossible! The three of them... are actually all Intermediate Half-Saints?!”

”Xiancheng might be one thing, but Miss Xun’er was clearly only at the Dou Zun realm when she left the Ancient Clan! How long has it been? How could she possibly have leaped

to become a Half-Saint powerhouse?!”

”And Nalan Yanran and Xiao Yan! I remember they were only at Dou Zun strength when they were at the Pill Tower last time, and now... how could they be? What kind of heaven-defying fortuitous encounter did they have?!”

Not only the young people from the other clans, but also everyone from the Ancient Clan and Hun Clan had expressions of incredible shock and astonishment on their faces. Especially the young geniuses of the Ancient Clan felt as if their worldview had been completely shattered at this moment.

They had originally held a grudge, wanting to let this barbarian from the Northwest Continent ”see what a true genius is.” But now, he casually brought out three Half-Saint powerhouses of the same level. How could they even compare?

These so-called ”geniuses” who were still struggling in the Dou Zun realm were as ridiculous as toddlers learning to walk in front of him. In an instant, countless young Ancient Clan disciples had their dao hearts shattered, and slumped dejectedly in their seats, not even having the courage to look up at Xiancheng.

The Ancient Clan Elders responsible for hosting the celebration also had headaches at the sight.

They originally wanted to showcase the strength of the Ancient Clan’s younger generation through this grand celebration, and incidentally divert everyone’s attention from the Young Dou Di. But now, the young people were all dejected and dispirited. How could the celebration continue?

Seeing the scene becoming more chaotic, even showing signs of getting out of control, Xiancheng sighed helplessly, then slowly stood up. ”Everyone.”

His gentle and clear voice was not loud, but it seemed to carry a peculiar magic, instantly suppressing all the noise in the hall. Everyone’s gaze involuntarily converged on him.

”I am Yun Xiancheng, the Young Dou Di of the Ancient Clan, and Xun’er’s future husband. This celebration today is a grand event for our Ancient Clan. How can it be so messy and undignified?”

He surveyed his surroundings, his gaze calm, yet possessing a naturally convincing authority.

”Since the presiding Elder is preoccupied, I shall temporarily host this celebration today. Does anyone have any objections?”

His words were reasonable and spoken in his capacity as the Ancient Clan’s future son-in-law. The Elders present were momentarily unable to find a reason to refute him.

However, this action, in the eyes of those Ancient Clan youths whose dao hearts were already shattered, seemed even more like a blatant display and provocation, dealing an even heavier blow to their already fragile self-esteem, leaving them all pale as death.

Xiancheng presided over the Ancient Clan’s Coming-of-Age Ceremony, including matters related to awakening the clan Pattern. Xiancheng seemed to truly become an emperor, presiding over the ceremony for his own kin. At this moment, after a young man finished testing his clan Pattern, he stared straight at Xiancheng.

He was Gu Yao, one of the three Great Commanders of the Ancient Clan’s Black Torrent Army. ”You are Yun Xiancheng, correct?”

Gu Yao’s eyes flashed with undisguised battle intent.

”Your promotion speed is indeed astonishing. But I, Gu Yao, refuse to believe that such an illogical thing exists in this world!” He took a step forward, and a powerful Dou Qi surged from his body into the sky!

”I suspect that your Half-Saint realm is merely a castle in the air, forcefully elevated by external forces, with unstable Dou Qi and an unsteady foundation!” He looked directly at Yun Xiancheng and said, word by word,

”Today, I, Gu Yao, was the first to complete the awakening of my clan’s Pattern! I hereby challenge you to a battle at the same realm! Do you dare to fight?!”

Everyone’s gaze instantly focused on Yun Xiancheng. ”Why wouldn’t I dare?”

Yun Xiancheng smiled indifferently. He simply took a casual step forward, and the terrifying pressure of a Intermediate Half-Saint that surrounded him receded like a tide, finally settling at the same level as Gu Yao: the peak of an Eight-star Dou Zun.

”Come.” He casually beckoned to Gu Yao. ”Good!”

Gu Yao roared, stomped his foot heavily on the ground, and shot out like a cannonball!

The black long spear in his hand, infused with Dou Qi, let out a piercing sonic boom. The tip of the spear condensed with terrifying power capable of piercing mountains, striking directly at Yun Xiancheng’s heart!

This spear strike was the essence of his life’s learning, and its might was enough to make any Dou Zun expert of the same rank change their expression.

Everyone present held their breath, staring intently at the two figures in the arena, anticipating a evenly matched dragon-tiger battle.

However, the next scene made their eyes almost pop out of their sockets. Yun Xiancheng neither dodged nor avoided, not even raising an eyelid.

He simply extended two fingers. His index finger and middle finger.

Just as the spear tip, imbued with world-destroying power, was about to touch his chest, he casually clamped it. ”Clang!”

A crisp sound of metal clashing rang out.

Gu Yao’s unstoppable full-strength strike was firmly clamped by those two seemingly fragile fingers!

No matter how he urged his Dou Qi, the black long spear could not advance another inch! ”How... how is this possible?!” Gu Yao’s face was filled with shock and disbelief.

Yun Xiancheng’s fingertips exerted a slight force. ”Crack!”

The spear shaft broke with a snap, like rotten wood! Immediately after, Yun Xiancheng flicked his finger.

A massive, irresistible force instantly spread throughout Gu Yao’s body along the broken spear shaft. ”Pfft!”

Gu Yao was struck as if by lightning, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood. He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground and immediately falling unconscious.

In just one move.

Gu Yao, a top genius of the Ancient Clan who had awakened the Eight-star Bloodline Clan Mark, was utterly crushed by Yun Xiancheng, who had suppressed his realm, in an almost humiliating manner.

The entire venue was dead silent.

Only Xun’er’s soft chuckle, tinged with a hint of pride and a sense of course, gently echoed in the silent square.

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Xun’er’s soft chuckle, tinged with pride, was like a drop of cold water in a boiling oil pot, instantly causing the entire square to erupt into a frenzy.

Those geniuses from various clans who had still harbored hopes that Yun Xiancheng was merely a facade now all looked ashen. They stared blankly at Gu Yao, who had been instantly defeated in one move and was still unconscious.

Then they looked at the calm and collected white-robed man, and a bone-chilling coldness shot from the soles of their feet straight to their spiritual build. Crushing, this was a thorough, merciless crushing.

That man hadn’t even used any Dou Techniques, relying solely on two fingers to effortlessly defeat one of the foremost experts of the Ancient Clan’s younger generation!

What terrifying strength was this?

Was this truly a realm that humans could reach?

Originally, this Coming-of-Age Ceremony was the Ancient Clan’s best stage to display its powerful heritage and the prowess of its younger generation to the world’s heroes. But now, the spotlight of this stage had been mercilessly stolen by an outsider.

Even Xiao Xun’er’s awakening of a Divine Grade Bloodline, and the attention and commotion it caused, was far less than one ten-thousandth of that of her fiancé beside her. The Ancient Clan had lost face completely.

The few Ancient Clan Elders responsible for presiding over the ceremony had faces darker than the bottom of a pot. They wanted to lash out but couldn’t find any reason.

After all, Gu Yao had initiated the challenge, and Yun Xiancheng had accepted it. Everything was in accordance with the rules. Moreover, he had shown enough respect by suppressing his realm to the same level as Gu Yao.

If this were to spread, people would only marvel at the terror of the Young Dou Di and mock the Ancient Clan’s younger generation for overestimating themselves.

”Sigh.” An Elder sighed, waved his hand, signaling the guards to carry the unconscious Gu Yao away for medical treatment, and then weakly announced that the celebration would continue.

However, after this battle, who still had the heart to continue participating in the celebration?

The young geniuses from various clans all sat slumped in their seats like defeated roosters, chewing on the delicacies before them like tasteless wax.

Their gazes, however, involuntarily drifted towards the purple-gold seating area, filled with complex and unclear emotions—envy, fear, awe, and even a hint of... despair.

Meanwhile, in the Hun Clan’s seating area, an inconspicuous black-robed Elder exchanged a glance with his companion, then quietly stood up and, taking advantage of everyone’s inattention, quickly left the square, fleeing towards the direction outside the Ancient World.

He had to bring the true intelligence of the Young Dou Di, Yun Xiancheng, back to the clan as quickly as possible! This child’s growth speed had far exceeded the Elders’ expectations.

If he were allowed to continue developing, he would undoubtedly become a grave threat to the Hun Clan’s unification efforts!

However, just as he had flown out of the Ancient Clan’s core area and reached the sky above a secluded mountain forest, a black shadow, like a ghost, silently appeared behind him.

”Who’s there?!” The Hun Clan youth’s heart skipped a beat, and he sharply turned around, only to see an empty void. A hallucination?

His mind was filled with doubts, and just as he was about to continue forward, a cold sword edge had already pierced his heart. Thwack.

He lowered his head with difficulty, looking at the sword tip protruding from his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief. He could feel his life force and soul being frantically devoured by a strange power. ”The Hun... the Hun Clan will not let you go...”

”I know.” A clear, cold female voice softly sounded in his ear. ”I’m waiting.” As her voice fell, Ying pulled out her longsword, letting the rapidly shriveling corpse

fall limply from high in the sky. She glanced at the direction where the corpse disappeared, a cold arc curling at the corner of her lips.

Killing people from the Hun Clan was truly... a pleasant thing. Although she knew this couldn’t truly stop the message from being delivered. After all, there were hundreds of people present today.

Anyway, since she was idle, killing one more was one more. That night, the moonlight was hazy.

A celebration that should have been lively ultimately ended hastily in an awkward and dull atmosphere.

After the guests had all dispersed, Xun’er eagerly took Yun Xiancheng’s hand and walked towards the depths of the back mountain of the Ancient Clan’s Sacred Mountain.

”Husband, I’m taking you to see Mother.” Her voice was filled with unsuppressed excitement and anticipation. The two walked through a quiet and secluded peach forest, the air filled with a faint floral fragrance.

Finally, in an open clearing, a small wooden house built of green bamboo and raw wood quietly appeared before them. The wooden house seemed to be enveloped by an invisible barrier, isolating all external noise, leaving only peace and tranquility.

Xun’er tidied her clothes and, with a solemn expression, respectfully bowed to the wooden house. ”Mother, your daughter... your son-in-law has returned to see you.”

As soon as her voice fell, the tightly closed wooden door creaked open without any wind. Yun Xiancheng, holding Xun’er’s hand, slowly walked inside.

The interior of the house was extremely simple, with only a bamboo bed, a wooden table, and a folding screen painted with landscapes and flowers. A woman dressed in a simple white dress was quietly seated behind the screen, seemingly having waited for a long time. ”Mother!”

”You naughty girl, you’re so grown up, yet still so rash.” The woman’s voice was as gentle as a spring breeze in March, filled with deep affection.

Xun’er playfully pouted for a while before remembering the main matter. She took Yun Xiancheng’s hand and pushed him past the screen. ”Mother, look, this is Chenger.”