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

Chapter 141: Quasi-Spirit Gathering cultivator Vs Quasi-Golden Core cultivator. Request for a Date?!

"Alright, now that we've settled down..."

Mu Lingxi placed her hands on the shoulders of both Yang Wei and Mo Chang, struggling to reach their height as she stood on her toes. She looked from Yang Wei to Mo Chang and then back to Yang Wei.

She instructed him, "Now, introduce yourself."

Yang Wei grimaced at Mu Lingxi, giving her a sour look.

Still, she just smiled, hoping he'd comply.

With a sigh, Yang Wei began, "My name is Yang Wei, the excelle--"

Cutting him off, Mu Lingxi summarized, "His name is Yang Wei."

Yang Wei frowned at her, and they exchanged a series of facial expressions.

One look from Yang Wei said, "Did you really do that?"

A look from Mu Lingxi then said, "I mean, it wasn't important.."

In reply, another look from Yang Wei said, "So, you mean I'm not important?"

With a worried expression and a frantic shaking of her head, this was Mu Lingxi's way of telling him, "NO! NO!! I DIDN'T MEAN IT THAT WAY!"

This exchange left Mo Chang a bit perplexed.

What're they doing? he asked himself.

Yang Wei eventually ended their silent conversation and turned to Mo Chang, ordering him, "Now, your turn. What's your name?"

Clearing his throat, Mo Chang slowly sheathed his sword and replied, "Sorry, but my parents taught me never to speak to strangers. Besides, I'm quite shy, so I'm not keen on revealing my name."

With Mo Chang's solemn, half-open eyed expression, it was difficult for anyone to detect his sarcasm. Yet, being sarcastic himself, Yang Wei could easily pick up on it, even with Mo Chang's dull tone of voice.

"You love playing games I see..." Without hesitation, Yang Wei swiftly grabbed Mu Lingxi's wrist, removed her hand from his shoulder, and promptly threw her six meters away, all in one fluid rotation.

Worried, Mo Chang shouted, "Young Miss!"

But Mu Lingxi managed to land gracefully on her feet.

"You lack focus," Yang Wei admonished Mo Chang.

By the time Yang Wei finished his rotation, he unleashed a powerful palm strike aimed at Mo Chang.

Azure Sky Palm?!

Mo Chang could recognize this technique.

The essence Qi and wind energy surging through Yang Wei's palm were so intense that Mo Chang knew he had to intercept it or face a fatal blow. Quickly unsheathing his sword and coating it with potent purple lightning, Mo Chang met Yang Wei's attack head-on.

Instead of Yang Wei's palm connecting with his chest, it clashed with Mo Chang's sword, sending him hurtling back like a ragdoll.

He spun through the air and crashed into a nearby shop.

Dust filled the air, swirling around the now destroyed shop, capturing the attention of passersby. The smart ones fled, knowing the danger that lingered in the sheer aura of cultivators. However, the curious, more foolish ones remained, clutching their belongings they were meant to be running away with, as they watched the scene unfold.

Approaching the rubble where Mo Chang was buried, Yang Wei declared, "Now, to add the finishing touches." He held out a hand and conjured a spark of fire that soon transformed into a powerful surge of scorching flames.

It seems my fire spirit root has truly improved...

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Mu Lingxi jumped in front of Yang Wei, spreading her arms out. "What's wrong with you?!" she shouted.

Yang Wei paused, the flames in his hand burning even hotter. "Step aside," he calmly told her. "I've had enough of cultivators walking all over me lately. It seems I've become too meek."

Glaring at him furiously, Mu Lingxi retorted, "Don't forget you're a cultivator too. And you've provoked your fair share of people. But more than that, I expect you to calm down in situations like this..."

Yang Wei let out a relaxed sigh, dispersing the fire. "Fine," he conceded, placing his hands behind his back. "You should go see how he's faring."

As Mu Lingxi rushed to the rubble, Yang Wei followed behind. When they arrived, Mo Chang emerged from the debris on his own, blood staining his mouth, indicating the severity of the damage from the palm strike.

"Are you okay?" Mu Lingxi asked concernedly.

Mo Chang nodded, but winced in pain as he tried to bow. "Yes, I'm... argh!" He straightened abruptly, his abdomen aching.

"It's fine," Mu Lingxi reassured him. "You don't need to stress yourself."

Then, she glanced at Yang Wei, placing her hands on her waist as she looked at him like a disappointed mother who was about scolding her child. "Do you realize you could've killed him with that attack?!" she chided.

Yang Wei unfurled his fan, retorting, "Is your head just for decoration? If I wanted to kill him, I'd have used the Dragon's Breath Palm and atomized him..."

With arms folded, Mu Lingxi gave him a cheeky smile. "Sure, because you know that technique..."

She turned away, but shot Yang Wei a sidelong glance.

I mean, it's highly likely he does know it... After all, he could create a near-perfect dragon sword. I doubt that technique would be beyond his capabilities, and his form, it's absolutely impressive... Somehow, I do feel bad that I didn't have a hand in his development.

Meanwhile, Mo Chang maintained his stoic gaze on Yang Wei.

"Hmm," Yang Wei scanned him from top to bottom. "You don't look too bad... I'm surprised you recovered from my palm attack so quickly, but more than that, I'm surprised you didn't strike back."

Mo Chang shook his head. "I've disobeyed the Young Miss enough times today. It wouldn't reflect well on my capability as a bodyguard if I continued fighting you."

Mu Lingxi chimed in, pointing back at Mo Chang with her thumb. "Besides, he's in the False Core realm, so he's fairly strong."

Yang Wei fanned himself proudly, nodding with closed eyes. "It's a shame someone who can form a Golden Core at any time can't neutralize a basic palm attack." He chuckled. "A shame."

Mu Lingxi tilted her head, giving Yang Wei a skeptical look. "Sure, find another reason to boast."

Still, he's right though. Chang, at his current realm, simply needs specialized cells, and he'll be able to form a Golden Core. This means he's already comparable to Core Formation cultivators of certain levels. His aura should've been enough to neutralize that palm attack.

What kind of foundation do you really have... Yang Wei...

Meanwhile, Mo Chang clenched the handle of his sword tightly, struggling to restrain himself from attacking Yang Wei.

"Hm?" Even Mu Lingxi noticed his agitation.

Suddenly, a dark-skinned bald man appeared out of nowhere, pointing accusingly at Mu Lingxi. "You again!" he exclaimed.

Mu Lingxi took several steps back.

Oh no, it's him!

It was the man whose cabbage cart she'd accidentally destroyed.

The man continued to shout, "Why can't the women in this world let me sell my vegetables in peace!" Pointing at his destroyed shop, he cried, "You destroyed my tomato shop!"

Panicked, Mu Lingxi stammered, "I... I swear it wasn't me this time!"

But the man remained unfazed, shouting, "I don't care!"

Wow, this man's not scared of cultivators, is he? Yang Wei thought.

...

After settling the bills, Mu Lingxi ended up shelling out 10,000 gold coins for the damages. To her, it wasn't a big deal since the exchange rate for spirit stones to gold coins was pretty low. One was immortal currency and the other wasn't, so the difference in their worth was immense.

As the man walked away with his pouch of coins, he grumbled about opening a celery shop far away from the district next time.

Mu Lingxi grumbled to herself, "This will stain my record if it's reported..."

Yang Wei gently patted her head and reassured her, "There, there..."

She looked up at him and caught his smile, feeling her knees go weak.

Yang Wei teased, "Oh, looks like your face is turning red again."

Mu Lingxi retorted, "It's not!"

"It most definitely is..."

"IT'S NOT!!"

Mo Chang observed them with a poker face, but his grip on his sword tightened—as if all his anger was being directed there.

Yang Wei stretched while yawning and announced, "Well, I better get going. I need to eat something and then do some selling..."

As he turned to leave, he felt something tugging on his sleeve.

Turning back, he found Mu Lingxi holding onto him. "Eh?" he said.

With her head lowered and bangs covering her expression, Mu Lingxi muttered, "Let's go together..."

"Huh?"

"To... to eat... at... at a restaurant perhaps..." She was an absolute stutter central as she tried to convey her feelings of wanting to spend a little more time with him.

Yang Wei raised an eyebrow, "So, a date then?"

Mu Lingxi and Mo Chang froze in place, caught off guard by the suggestion.

HE'S SO CASUAL ABOUT IT!