Magic Sect of Beauties: The Strongest Mage is in a Cultivation World

Yang Wei wore a disdainful expression that screamed, "You're not welcome," to Wu Fengtian, who nervously chuckled, sensing the unwelcome vibe. Pouring wine into separate cups, Wu Fengtian tried to break the ice. "This is some top-notch wine; you'll love it," he claimed.

Seated at one end of the table, Yang Wei yawned and nonchalantly responded, "Whatever."

As Wu Fengtian prepared to sit down, Yang Wei interrupted, saying, "Stand. I'd prefer to keep your weasel germs away from Lingxi's belongings."

Wu Fengtian gritted his teeth.

This bastard, son of a bitch! He must think he's hot stuff simply because he could best the Young Master, charm Big Sister Liu, and condense a better dragon sword than Sun Yuying! Well, he's got his reasons, but he's still cultivation trash!

He glared at Yang Wei, who obliviously looked away, casually picking his nose.

Giving Wu Fengtian a side-eye, Yang Wei told him, "Grow a backbone and insult me to my face."

Wu Fengtian, shaken but feigning innocence, nervously scratched his neck. "Names? What does Senior Brother mean?" he asked innocently.

How did he know?! Wu Fengtian thought.

Yang Wei retorted, "Shut up. With your limited vocabulary, you probably called me cultivation trash, a bastard, or son of a bitch." He clicked his tongue. "Try being creative for once."

Wu Fengtian dismissively waved his hands. "Oh no, no, no! I would never do something like that to my Senior Brother. Besides, you're too formidable for me to even dare insult you."

Yang Wei, unfazed, took a sip of wine. "Speak. Why are you here?" he demanded.

Bowing his head, Wu Fengtian spoke, "First, I wanted to thank you for the beating you gave me, it really made me change. I was able to reflect on my actions and realize how much of a terrible person I was. If my precious little sister ever found out, she'd be heartbroken. So I—"

Yang Wei interjected, "I never even laid a hand on you. Aren't you always the first to escape? It's precisely why I named you 'weasel'."

"Yeah, but let's think I did. It makes the apology more meaningful."

"I don't even trust you enough to believe you have a little sister."

"I actually do. Her name is…"

"Don't care. So, why did you come here?"

Wu Fengtian quickly downed his wine and then rushed over to Yang Wei at the other end of the table. His eyes darted around like he suspected the walls had ears, and then he leaned in to whisper to Yang Wei.

"I might not be the top junior disciple, but I've got ways to be really useful to you. I've been here long enough to make a ton of friends, even with disciples from the other four Peaks. Oh, and just a heads up, I heard from one of them that Yuan Po is after you."

"Hm?" Yang Wei looked puzzled. "Who's that?"

"What? You don't know Yuan Po? He's an Inner Sect disciple of the Inkflow Spire. He's a mean, scary bastard."

"Okay, so he's your average bully. What does he want with me?"

"Well, it's no secret that Yuan Po's head over heels for Sun Yuying, the Star Disciple from the Outer Sect who's been in this dragon sword showdown with you."

"Eh? Sun Yuying?" Yang Wei looked like a confused cat.

Rubbing his chin and nodding, Wu Fengtian said, "I expected this." He decided to jump back on topic. "Whether you meant to or not, you've somewhat made her look like a joke with all those superior dragon swords you've been crafting, even at a lower cultivation base. Yuan Po adores Sun Yuying, almost worships her like a goddess, so he plans to kill you.

And of course, Peak Chief Xiu Yulan probably knows he'll pull something like this but she'll act clueless."

"Well, that's… unnecessary," Yang Wei said dryly.

"See, if you're out of the picture, Sun Yuying won't have any competition for grabbing a powerful treasure from the matriarchs when the time comes. And as a result, that'll benefit Chief Xiu and her Inkflow Spire."

Yang Wei shrugged. "Makes sense."

Wu Fengtian shot a glance at Yang Wei and let out a low chuckle.

He must be scared out of his mind, after all he's dealing with bigger dogs than Jin Tianyu now. I'll try to cheer him up and slowly build our relationship from there – especially since I'm the only one he can depend on at the moment. After all, I've got all the information he needs, don't I? Haha!

Placing a hand on Yang Wei's shoulder, he casually remarked, "Don't be too jumpy, friend. This is just your regular martial world hazard."

Yang Wei swiftly slapped Wu Fengtian's hand away, taking a sip of his wine. "Don't touch me," he warned, "and who said I'm scared of that Yuan Po?"

A puzzled expression crossed Wu Fengtian's face. "Wait, you're not?" he stammered.

Yang Wei took another gulp of wine, smirking, "Of course not, you fool."

Resigned to the idea of being associated with Yang Wei, Wu Fengtian was taken aback when Yang Wei sighed. Pointing to an empty chair across the table, Yang Wei said, "Go on, have a seat. You're not as irritating as before."

Grinning, Wu Fengtian seized the opportunity, plopping down with haste.

Yang Wei leaned back, explaining, "I'm only keeping you alive because of your alleged connections. Otherwise, you'd be dead for trying to trick me into friendship."

Wu Fengtian froze, bowing his head. "I won't let it happen again, Senior Brother," he pledged.

I can't believe it, he was a step ahead me?!

Yang Wei flashed a smile, "Good."

From dawn till dusk, the duo guzzled down alcohol, transforming the study room into a boozy haven.

The place reeked of alcohol, and empty wooden wine bottles littered the floor.

Yang Wei and Wu Fengtian, seated on the ground, shared a drunken state.

Wu Fengtian, somewhat affectionate in his inebriated state, cuddled Yang Wei, declaring, "I thought our generation would be ruled by women, especially after seeing Sun Yuying. But damn, you, Senior Brother, easily outshine them all!"

Amidst laughter, Wu Fengtian belched, covering his mouth to stave off the impending vomit. Chuckling, he continued, "And you're not just any guy. You're so special that you were given Mistress Lingxi's quarters and even got the Big-Butt Beauty interested in you. If only I could experience some of that sweet motherly love from those big breasts of hers, my life would be complete."

Yang Wei, having reached his limit, patted Wu Fengtian's head. "Enough of that, this is getting weird" he interjected. Placing a hand on his chest, Yang Wei dispersed the alcohol's effects, his gaze turning serious. "I've been so busy; I forgot to ask about Huo Zhenwei," he admitted.

"I can take you to see him, no problem."

Yang Wei nodded. "Alright, let's go then," he decided.

Wu Fengtian screamed, "YES!!" Only to follow it with an unfortunate vomit session on the floor.

Yang Wei, unimpressed, commented, "You're cleaning that up when we get back."

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