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

397: Section 397Just then, another gentle and pleasant voice rang out from nearby. ”Senior Yao Chan, I hope you have been well.”

Everyone looked over upon hearing the sound, only to see a young woman wearing a light cyan Alchemist robe, possessing an ethereal, fairy-like temperament, slowly walking toward them. She bowed deeply to Yao Chan, her posture exhibiting extreme respect.

”Disciple Yao Ling, under the command of the elders in the clan, has specifically come to pay respects to Senior. The elders often think of Senior, hoping that Senior can return to the clan soon, so that

the juniors may attend to you and listen to your teachings.”

Yao Chan looked at the junior before her, who was an excellent choice in both appearance and temperament, but her face remained expressionless. She had been expelled from the Medicine Clan back then, and her relationship with the clan had long

since faded; the so-called sense of belonging was completely nonexistent.

However, when her gaze fell upon her own disciple’s gentle, jade-like, and harmless appearance, her heart suddenly stirred.

This little girl has good talent, exceptional bone structure, and even a Divine Grade Bloodline... If she could be lured back to my harem, it wouldn’t be a bad thing at all.

Thinking of this, a warm and amiable smile immediately appeared on Yao Chan’s face. She stepped forward, affectionately took Yao Ling’s hand, and said gently, ”Good child, stand up quickly. Don’t call me Senior; calling me Martial Aunt is fine. Come, come closer to Martial Aunt, let Martial Aunt have a good look at you.”

As she spoke, she pulled Yao Ling to her side, offering warm greetings and meticulous care, truly acting like an affectionate elder. Huo Zhi, watching this scene from the side, felt alarm bells ringing in her heart.

How could she not see that the Medicine Clan was coming aggressively, clearly intending to steal someone from their Yan Clan!

This young woman named Yao Ling is not only the only genius in the Medicine Clan to awaken the Divine Grade Bloodline in thousands of years, but also an Alchemist with extraordinary talent! In terms of talent, she is only higher than me, not lower; in terms of background, the Medicine Clan’s status in the Medicine World is unmatched.

Compared to her, my competitiveness as the Little Princess of the Yan Clan is clearly much lower. No! I cannot lose just like this!

Huo Zhi bit her lip, just about to step forward and say something to gain the initiative for herself.

However, just then—”Rumble!!!”

An earth-shattering loud noise came without warning from the deepest part of the Desolate Ancient Region!

The entire ground began to tremble violently, and bottomless cracks, like struggling scars, spread wildly across the cracked earth.

Everyone was shocked and simultaneously cast their gazes toward the direction from which the sound came.

They saw that at the end of the world shrouded in blood-colored mist, an ancient tree, unimaginably huge, was slowly rising from the depths of the earth in a slow yet unstoppable manner!

The ancient tree was entirely a rustic grayish-brown, with vigorous branches coiling like dragons, soaring straight into the sky. Every leaf seemed to be condensed from the purest energy, shimmering with a jade-green halo and emanating a vibrant vitality capable of cleansing the soul.

”It’s the Bodhi Ancient Tree! The Bodhi Ancient Tree has appeared!”

Amidst the crowd, someone let out an exclamation mixed with ecstasy and excitement.

495 Clear dao heart

The vibration of the phone broke the silence inside the rental apartment. Yun Xiancheng lowered his eyes and glanced at the screen—”Mother”.

He reached out and answered. His mother’s voice, suppressing a sob, came from the other end.

”Xiao Cheng... Your father... He was diagnosed with late-stage pancreatic cancer. The doctor said... said he has six months at most.”

”I know, Mom.” Yun Xiancheng’s voice was so calm it didn’t sound like someone who had just heard bad news. ”I’ll be right back. Don’t worry, we’ll find a way.” He hung up the phone and got up to pack his luggage. His movements were neither hurried nor slow, as if he were merely completing a routine task.

Booking a ticket, leaving the house, rushing to the airport—everything seemed natural and smooth. Yun Xiancheng leaned back in his seat and couldn’t help but complain internally.

Shouldn’t an Illusion Realm be something people get addicted to? How can it start by throwing all sorts of hardships at you? Who would treat tragedy as an addictive substance they could sink into?

This Bodhi Ancient Tree is probably an idiot. Sure enough.

In the days that followed, Yun Xiancheng was like an observer, coldly watching this ”Human Tragedy” meticulously staged by the Bodhi Ancient Tree. His parents’ condition rapidly deteriorated, and the pain of chemotherapy left the two elders gaunt.

Relatives not only failed to offer help but actually kicked them while they were down, refusing to lend money for various reasons. Some even secretly planned how to divide up their meager family assets once the two elders passed away.

His father ultimately couldn’t hold on and passed away on a rainy afternoon. His mother followed shortly after.

The funeral was handled hastily. The relatives who came to mourn had eyes full of covetousness for the old house.

Yun Xiancheng expressionlessly drove everyone out. Afterward, he started looking for a job.

The resumes he submitted were like stones sinking into the sea. He finally managed to get accepted by a small company, only to encounter workplace bullying on his first day of employment.

Colleagues isolated him, his leader withheld his wages, and some even deliberately sabotaged him and made him take the blame. Yun Xiancheng remained expressionless.

He was like an emotionless machine, monotonously completing his daily work, turning a blind eye to all the malice around him. This Bodhi Ancient Tree really spared no effort.

Unfortunately, it didn’t understand one principle: a true powerhouse is never defeated by external suffering. It chose the wrong direction.

Yun Xiancheng had indeed not suffered hardship on the Fighting Qi Continent, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t endure hardship; it just meant he didn’t want to.

Since this Illusion Realm was so boring, he decided to take the initiative and see what he could make of it. He began frequently attending public lectures at major medical schools.

He pretended to be an ordinary student and asked questions to the professors. And during the process of questioning,

his terrifying learning ability began to manifest—by simply listening and scanning relevant theses and monographs beforehand, he could integrate complex medical theories and even propose many highly constructive new ideas.

Especially in the field of cancer research, the talent he displayed drew the attention of old professors who had been immersed in this field for decades. Even more terrifying was his practical ability.

He could verify many bold theories through experiments. After borrowing the labs for a while, he became familiar with the professors.

One day, the professors gathered together and talked about the outstanding student.

”Whose high-achieving doctoral student is this child?” ”Not a doctoral student... He’s a fourth-year undergraduate.”

”An undergraduate?!”

”...And a liberal arts student.”

The professors looked at each other, suspecting they were dreaming.

Soon, no one in the city’s medical community could teach Yun Xiancheng anything new.

Several highly respected professors jointly recommended him to pursue advanced studies at a top-tier medical school in the capital. He did not take the national examination but was directly granted exceptional admission based on the joint recommendation of several professors.

This incident caused quite a stir online. Overwhelming voices of doubt arose—”Must have connections,” ”Another second-generation relying on relationships,” ”Academic corruption.”

Yun Xiancheng couldn’t see these messages. He simply immersed himself in research.

Three months later, a paper on a specialized cure for lung cancer appeared out of nowhere.

Nine more months passed, and the cancer problem that had plagued humanity for thousands of years was completely solved by an unknown young man.

The clinical results were too fast; relief was immediate upon use, and physical fitness even improved. A sixty-year-old patient with late-stage liver cancer was cured three days after using it, and

they seemed twenty years younger.

It was simply... unscientific.

Just as his reputation reached its peak, a bucket of dirty water was thrown at him without warning.

An elderly senior with immense prestige in the academic community suddenly stepped forward, claiming that Yun Xiancheng’s research findings were based on stolen, unpublished experimental data from years ago.

Immediately afterward, overwhelming voices of doubt resurfaced online.

”I knew it! How could a liberal arts student possibly conquer cancer? It was stolen, just as I thought!”

”Academic fraud, despicable character!” ”Suggest banning him!”

Even the professors who had previously supported Yun Xiancheng now maintained silence, and some even publicly stated that they would sever ties with Yun Xiancheng.

Facing all this, Yun Xiancheng remained silent.

He did not defend himself or refute the claims, but simply returned quietly to the laboratory and continued his research. His concession caused his reputation to be utterly ruined.

Online, even the appearance-focused fans who had previously supported him because of his looks all unfollowed him and left messages bitterly cursing him as a ”hypocrite” and a ”villain.”

Yun Xiancheng still said nothing, only researching silently. But enduring for a moment does not guarantee peace.

He was driven out of the medical field and even forced to leave his homeland. But this was the real beginning.

He appeared in Africa, the continent shrouded in war and poverty.

No one knew what he did there, only that within a few short years, a brand new, at least self-sufficient nation rose up on that land.

When France dispatched intervention forces attempting to reassert influence over its Central African sphere, they suffered the most devastating defeat in history.

That mysterious Easterner plunged the French army into a sea of guerrilla warfare, and the high costs required for occupation directly caused France to declare bankruptcy three times and change governments twelve times within a year.

Finally, France was forced to sign a peace treaty.

France’s sphere of influence in Africa was taken into his hands. The Bodhi Ancient Tree was still trying.

Yun Xiancheng’s subordinates rebelled, and the nation he had painstakingly established perished. But on the night of the coup, he narrowly escaped the blockade and left the country.

Afterward, Yun Xiancheng changed his identity and entered the United States, transforming into a real estate businessman, and quickly made a small name for himself in America.

However, before he was eligible to go to Lolita Island, Lolita Island was shut down. In short, the Bodhi Ancient Tree was dumbfounded.

Yun Xiancheng had tried all sorts of fields and deeds.

Business, politics, military, technology... No matter the field, as long as he took it seriously, he could reach the pinnacle in a very short time. Finally, he reached the level of science fiction.

He controlled the Four Fundamental Forces—Gravity, Electromagnetism, Strong Nuclear Force, and Weak Nuclear Force. He became the first, and only, true ”superpower” on Earth.

When he waved his hand, making all the naval fleets of the world’s strongest nation float in mid-air like toys, and ”displayed” them above major cities around the world—

The world fell silent.

Then, the Bodhi Ancient Tree didn’t know how to continue the story.

Start a superpower war? How is that different from the battles between powerhouses on the Fighting Qi Continent? It had originally wanted Yun Xiancheng to experience all the suffering and setbacks in the world to temper his dao heart.

But it never expected that once Yun Xiancheng took the initiative, achievements and glory would surge toward him, unstoppable. The Illusion Realm began to collapse.

Light and shadows shattered, and the world dissolved.

When Yun Xiancheng quietly opened his eyes again, he found himself still sitting cross-legged beneath the Bodhi Ancient Tree.

Floating before him was a miniature, phantom image of the ancient tree, emitting a jade-green halo. ”You should experience more human suffering; only then can your dao heart be perfected.”

The ancient tree’s voice, carrying a hint of confusion and perplexity, echoed in his mind.

Yun Xiancheng looked at it, a faint smile playing on the corner of his mouth. ”Only an imperfect dao heart needs Tempering in the Mortal World.”

He slowly stood up, patted the non-existent dust from his robe, his voice calm and resolute.

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The phantom image of the Bodhi Ancient Tree trembled slightly in mid-air, the cluster of jade-green halo flickering intermittently. It truly had nothing more to say.

The firmness of this young man’s dao heart had exceeded the scope of its tens of thousands of years of understanding.

Tempering in the Mortal World? The other party didn’t need it at all. That composure and certainty seemed inherently carved into the depths of his soul, impossible for any external force to shake even slightly. Since that is the case—

The ancient tree phantom trembled lightly, and the surrounding void suddenly solidified. Scenes unfolded before Yun Xiancheng like a revolving lantern—these were sights from untold tens of thousands of years ago.

A Bodhi Ancient Tree, tens of thousands of feet tall, stood majestically between heaven and earth. Its crown covered the sky and the sun, and every leaf shimmered with the light of wisdom.

Standing before the ancient tree was a figure in black robes, hands clasped behind his back, surrounded by a terrifying pressure that made the void tremble. Dou Di.

That was a true Dou Di.

When the Black-Robed Dou Di raised his hand, the world changed color, and countless spatial cracks spread like spiderwebs.

His goal was clear—to seize the Source of Creation of the Bodhi Ancient Tree and refine it for his own use.

The Bodhi Ancient Tree resisted with all its might, jade-green light screens layering upon one another, yet steadily retreating under the Dou Di’s offensive. Just as the ancient tree was about to be uprooted—

Another figure stepped through the air.

That was a woman wearing a simple and elegant long dress, whose appearance was seventy to eighty percent similar to the mysterious Woman in Green Robe from the Flower Sect, but her temperament was more majestic and mature.

She lightly raised her jade hand, and petals filled the sky, appearing out of thin air. Every petal contained world-destroying power. Flower Emperor.

The two Dou Dis commenced an earth-shattering battle in front of the Bodhi Ancient Tree.

Space collapsed, time was chaotic, and the entire world teetered during their confrontation. In the end, the Flower Emperor proved superior, and a petal pierced the Black-Robed Dou Di’s chest.

The Black-Robed Dou Di’s physical body immediately exploded, turning into a sky full of blood mist. But he had not truly died.

Within that blood mist, a faint wisp of black aura silently escaped into the deep roots of the Bodhi Ancient Tree. The Flower Emperor noticed the anomaly and wanted to eliminate it, but the ancient tree gently refused—it did not want its benefactor to take any more risks for its sake.

The scene abruptly ended there.

Yun Xiancheng narrowed his eyes and looked at the cluster of jade-green halo: ”So, that wisp of Remnant Soul is still hidden inside you?” ”Precisely.”

The ancient tree’s voice carried some helplessness and weariness. ”Although the Black-Robed Dou Di died, his Remnant Soul is immortal. Even a Heaven Realm Great Perfection Soul cannot completely destroy it. Only a flawless Emperor Realm Soul can sever it.”

Speaking of the Emperor Realm Soul,

Yun Xiancheng turned his head to look at the floating light spheres nearby—those were the Consciousness Bodies of the other people, all currently trapped in their respective Illusion Realms. His gaze fell upon the light sphere where Yao Chan was located.

Yao Chan possesses an Emperor Realm Soul; logically, she should be the main force.

Through that semi-transparent film, one could vaguely see Yao Chan inside a dilapidated Pill Refining Room.

In front of her, a beautiful young woman with tear-stained cheeks was kneeling on the ground, holding a blood-stained dagger. ”Master... I’m sorry... I’m sorry.”

The young woman’s voice was choked and despairing. ”I didn’t mean to... I truly didn’t mean to...” That was Han Fenger.