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

The Yang Trial was supposed to happen during the day, where men would compete. But after Yang Wei gave Mao Geming a humiliating beating, the other men were smart enough not to challenge him again.

However, the women didn't give up.

Both the female disciples of the White Serpent Division and the Dragon Blossom Division hoped that, with enough effort, they could make Yang Wei take a liking to them.

This was the first time in history that the Yin Trial was taking place during the day. The women were determined not to give up on winning Yang Wei's heart.

As for Yang Wei, he was trying to focus on other things. He was still hoping Bai Suzhen would find Fairy Su Meirong quickly enough to heal Mu Lin and Ming Huiran's spirit wounds.

At that time, Yang Wei walked through the sect's central courtyard, his long robes billowing in the breeze.

Today, he wasn't wearing his usual plain white robes. Instead, he wore white and light-blue robes with decorative gold tracings on the edges.

As he walked, whispers and giggles followed him like an eager puppy.

"Grand Elder Yang!" a young female disciple called out, rushing to his side with a bright smile. "Would you like to see the new techniques I've been practicing? I could really use your guidance."

Before he could respond, another disciple appeared, practically shoving the first one aside. "Grand Elder, I baked these lotus cakes for you. They're your favorite, right?!"

Yang Wei nodded politely and gave a tight-lipped smile while his eyes searched for a way to leave. But the women wouldn't give up. Every few steps, another hopeful follower would show up, each one bringing a new request or gift, all trying to outshine the others to get his attention.

"Grand Elder, would you like to spar with me later? I've improved so much since your last lesson."

"Grand Elder, I embroidered this handkerchief with your initials. Do you like it?"

"Grand Elder, could you—"

Yang Wei sighed to himself, regretting his choice to walk through the sect today. It felt like he was navigating through a sea of admirers, each one more enthusiastic than the last.

...

Finally, Yang Wei reached the Tea Pavilion, hoping for a moment of peace. He found a quiet corner and looked forward to enjoying a calm cup of tea. But the peace didn't last long.

"Grand Elder Yang Wei, can I join you?" a sweet voice interrupted his thoughts.

He looked up and saw a senior disciple who had beautiful, yet mischievous eyes.

Before he could answer, she sat down across from him and poured herself a cup of tea.

"I've always admired your wisdom, Grand Elder. Could you tell me about your experiences in the Mashyan World?"

Yang Wei had barely started to speak when another disciple approached, carrying a delicate tea set.

"Grand Elder, I brought you a special blend of tea from the southern mountains. It's supposed to be very refreshing."

The first disciple glared at the newcomer, and Yang Wei realized he was caught in the middle of an unspoken battle. More disciples gathered around, each bringing their own gifts and questions all while their eyes remained fixed on him.

"Grand Elder, do you prefer green tea or black tea?"

"Grand Elder, could you tell us about your last battle? The one against the Divine cultivator, Xiu Xiaotang, who almost destroyed our Azure Tree. It's so inspiring!"

Yang Wei sighed again, realizing that his peaceful tea break had turned into an unexpected fan club meeting. The tea pavilion was filled with their excited chatter, leaving him no opportunity to enjoy a quiet moment.

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The Serpent's Spire used to be a place where martial arts disciples came to train, battling spirit beasts to improve their skills. Its natural spiritual energy also helped in cultivation.

But after Yang Wei refined his quasi-Blood Dragon-Strengthening Pill there, everything changed.

The place transformed, becoming rich with spiritual plants and potent herbs that produced top-quality ingredients for making pills.

Matriarch Dragon Star renamed it Great Pill Mountain.

Now, Guo Xiaomei assigned a few Apothecary Masters to oversee resources and teach pill refining to disciples from other peaks who wanted to learn.

Hoping for some peace and quiet, Yang Wei went to Great Pill Mountain to work on a new elixir. Normally, the peaceful atmosphere and herbal scents would calm his mind. But today, even the mountain's tranquility couldn't shield him.

"Grand Elder Yang Wei, can I assist you with your refining?"

It was a young woman who appeared from nowhere. Much like the other disciples he'd seen, she was a pure and cute beauty.

Before he could respond, another disciple called out from behind a cluster of bamboo. "Grand Elder, I've gathered some rare herbs for you. I thought you might find them useful."

Yang Wei took a deep breath and tried to focus on his task. However, the disciples kept coming, each more eager than the last to win his favor.

"Grand Elder, do you need more spirit firewood for your furnace?"

"Grand Elder, I prepared a cooling array for your elixir. It should make the process smoother."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Grand Elder, could you teach me the secret of your refining technique? I'm so eager to learn."

Yang Wei was losing patience. He glanced up from his work, meeting their eager gazes with a an expression of complete and utter frustration.

"Ladies, while I appreciate your enthusiasm, refining elixirs requires concentration. Perhaps you could assist me by giving me some space?"

Somehow, he managed to speak calmly.

The disciples looked at each other, showing both disappointment and admiration on their faces. Gradually, they started to go their separate ways, leaving Yang Wei to focus on his work. When the last disciple left, he couldn't help but chuckle quietly to himself.

"Being me is not as simple as it seems."

He turned back to his cauldron.

The peace, however temporary, was a welcome relief.

...

It had been a few hours, and Yang Wei was still lounging around.

He'd just finished making about thirty blood strengthening pills for his Blood Demon Clan. He planned to give Sun Yurong an extra batch to help boost her blood Qi cultivation.

It had been two days since the entire ordeal with Emperor Heavenmind, and Yang Wei couldn't stop thinking about him. It took something big to get him worried, and Heavenmind was definitely one of those things.

There was so much he wanted to learn about the mysterious cultivator, but with Heavenmind sealed away, it seemed impossible.

Yang Wei hadn't even eaten in days and couldn't focus on cultivating because he was too caught up trying to figure out what his alternate self's motives could be for trying to take Mu Lingxi.

"This is all garbage..." he told himself.

Yang Wei thought about asking Mu Lingxi for help, which seemed like a good idea.

But he knew her well──she needed delicate handling.

After much thought, he decided to let her finish her seclusion.

Supposedly, she was in seclusion to cultivate her humility and self-control, meaning she wouldn't be available for a while.

Initially, Yang Wei suspected she was just avoiding him, but he reconsidered. Now that he'd seen Mu Lingxi shed tears, he fully believed she wouldn't make the same mistake twice.

"Ugh, I'll kill myself with all this thinking..."

He sighed heavily, lying on the grassy ground, gazing at the blue sky, enjoying a moment of peace before inevitably being swarmed by more eager female disciples.

Slowly but surely, Yang Wei drifted off to sleep.

He hadn't been asleep for long when he sensed the warm sun no longer shining on him. The air around him grew cooler, and he felt a presence looming over him.

Alongside this, a delicate fragrance filled his senses, soothing him.

sniff~ sniff~

Curious, he sniffed the air a few times, finding it calming and refreshing.

"Hm?"

Opening his eyes, Yang Wei confirmed who this presence belonged to.

It was a woman of absolute beauty and elegance.

Elder Qian.

In typical fashion, she possessed a face that would captivate any man.

Very delicate, aristocratic facial features including high cheekbones, a slender nose, and a soft jawline, all complemented by her confident blue eyes.

Yang Wei rose from the grassy earth. "Elder Qian?"

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Author's Note: Next chapter in a few hours.