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

Yang Wei strolled out of the Mu clan settlement, clad in fresh Inner Sect robes, yet to receive his Star Disciple attire which promised to come with its own distinctive features. With arms behind his back, he sauntered down a tree-lined road, greeted by guards who bowed and addressed him, "Good morning, Star Disciple Yang."

Oh, they're greeting me now... about time.

He calmly smiled, nodding appreciatively. "Keep up the good work, and some day you'll be as outstanding as I am."

As he ambled along the quiet roads, he encountered a group of four individuals eagerly awaiting him. "Hm?" He raised a hand to shield his eyes from the sun, spotting Wu Fengtian rushing towards him.

"Senior Brother! SENIOR BROTHER!!" Wu Fengtian cried out, arms outstretched for a hug. Yang Wei sighed, remarking, "Couldn't it be a beautiful woman?"

Wu Fengtian tightly embraced him. "Baaahhh! Baahh! I've missed you, Senior Brother! I'm so glad that you're still alive. I've been so worried, both for you and myself.

My life would be in constant danger if you truly were dead!"

So you were worried about yourself then? Yang Wei rolled his eyes as he thought.

He sighed, "Fengtian, get off me; these are newly sewn Inner Sect robes."

Apologetic, Wu Fengtian wiped away tears and released his grip.

Next, Huo Zhenwei and Jin Tianyu clenched their fists, bowing their heads, "Welcome back, Junior Brother Yang," they greeted.

Yang Wei smiled at them. "It looks like you guys have completely healed u…"

Suddenly, Huo Yue rushed forward, embracing him tightly. Despite not being as tall, she stood on her toes while her arms wrapped around his neck. "W... Wei Shuai..." she said, her head buried in his chest as she shed a few tears.

"Eh? Wei Shuai?" Huo Zhenwei repeated, confused.

Huo Yue kept on bawling in Yang Wei's embrace, her sobs like a soft melody, tugging at the heartstrings. Compared to Wu Fengtian's ear-piercing wails, it was like a lullaby. Yang Wei smiled softly, glancing down at Huo Yue's tear-stained face buried in his chest. "Come on, Shūjie, there's no need for you to cry anymore, please," he said, giving her a gentle pat on the head.

Huo Zhenwei observed, feeling a bit awkward, while Jin Tianyu just chuckled and gave Huo Zhenwei a reassuring pat on the back.

Yang Wei coaxed Huo Yue, "Let's ease up a bit." He delicately pulled her away, gazing at her tear-streaked face. With a swift finger, he wiped away the teardrops clinging to her eyes. "Your tears are too precious to go to waste," Yang Wei said, sparking a blush on Huo Yue's cheeks as they shared an affectionate look.

Huo Zhenwei, however, had the sudden urge to vomit as he watched this. A little bit more, and maybe his face would turn green.

...

After a couple of weeks, Yang Wei had fully settled back into the Sect following a two-month stint of being unconscious. Every day, his juniors would share stories about what went down during his absence. Some even came from different Peaks just to catch a glimpse of him or seek advice for their cultivation.

Yang Wei, at that time, had the respect from nearly everyone and caught the interest of every woman. Sure, some male disciples got upset that the beauties were more into him, but that didn't stop them from trying to win his favor. On special nights, disciples from various Peaks gathered under the moonlight, and Yang Wei would share tales of how he achieved such a "godly" Foundation Establishment.

He genuinely enjoyed their company.

...

Perched atop a mountain, was a gazebo.

Mu Zhong, Mu Lingxi, and Ling Meiyan gathered on a bamboo carpet around a short wooden table.

Ling Meiyan sighed,"I've been trying to reach Yanran, but haven't heard from her in over three months."

"Yanran" is her special name for Liu Yan, her close female friend and sister.

Mu Zhong suggested, "She's probably busy with the investigative assignment in the Capital City. If I remember correctly, it has to deal with the constant kidnapping of male cultivators and normal men in Linwu Kingdom."

Acknowledging the reality, Ling Meiyan sighed, "I know, but it's just bothering me that there's been no word from her."

Mu Lingxi chimed in, "Liu Yan is more than capable, let's not forget she's not just a Core Disciple but also a Missionary Elder."

Ling Meiyan poured hot water into teacups, offering a hopeful smile, "I just hope Yanran is okay."

Mu Zhong reassured, "She surely is."

Ling Meiyan, attempting to lighten the mood, dropped the teapot on the table and smiled as she sat properly. She asked, "So, how have your weeks been? Good, I hope."

Mu Lingxi grimaced, "Not so good. It seems that Yang Wei has picked up some even more disgusting habits." She sipped her herbal tea.

Ling Meiyan teased, "Oooh~ Yang Wei, the new Star Disciple of the Inner Sect. Always a topic I'd like to dive into." She looked at Mu Lingxi, intrigued.

Mu Zhong remained silent, enjoying his tea, letting the ladies delve into the discussion.

Mu Lingxi scoffed, "Talking about him is just downright disgusting. Lately, his attitude is all over the place, as though he believes he's the Inner Sect's golden child."

Mu Zhong chimed in, "But isn't he, though?"

Ling Meiyan shot him a glare, and Mu Zhong wisely took a sip of his tea, deciding to keep quiet.

I can't defend you today, Junior Brother... he thought.

Ling Meiyan glanced at Mu Lingxi, conceding, "Well, Zhong-Zhong's not entirely wrong. Yang Wei's aptitude is impressive, he's excellent in almost every branch of cultivation – that dragon sword of his superseded even the one belonging to Spirit Gathering cultivators and that Foundation Establishment breakthrough of his was breathtaking.

It's been decades since anyone pulled off something so remarkable."

Mu Lingxi took a sip of her tea, raising an eyebrow, "So what's your point?"

Ling Meiyan sighed, "He's achieved a lot. Cut him some slack."

Mu Lingxi placed her teacup down, crossed her arms, and closed her eyes with a slight frown. "He could use a bit more humility, don't you think? Especially with those extravagant gifts he's about to receive."

"Gifts?"

"Yes, you heard right. He arrogantly demanded rewards as the Inner Sect's Star Disciple, which is just... irritating."

Mu Zhong interrupted his tea-sipping, "Didn't you demand that he gets the best resources from the Mu clan? And knowing father, he wouldn't say no to you."

Mu Lingxi slammed the table, exclaiming, "Outrageous! I did no such thing!" her face was already red.

Ling Meiyan chuckled sweetly, observing the siblings' heated exchange.

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