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

Chapter 167: Tensions In and Out the Field.

In the heat of the game, it was Mo Chang’s fourth chance at bat for the inning.

With Jin Tianyu incapacitated from the spiritual pressure of Yang Wei’s last pitch, a new catcher from Team 1 took his place.

A male junior disciple in the team.

Mo Chang hoisted the dao bat onto his shoulder, shooting a venomous glare at Yang Wei.

"Oh?" Never ready to take someone like Mo Chang seriously or give him respect, Yang Wei flashed a grin and quipped, "Whoa, if looks could kill, I’d be pushing up daisies by now... what is with you people and being so competitive."

Mo Chang’s blood boiled, but he clenched his teeth and held onto the bat handle tighter. To him, this was no game, he was doing his best to make sure Mu Lingxi could notice him, as something more than just a guard assigned by her father. "Just throw the darn ball already," he spat out.

Yang Wei nodded and hurled the ball at lightning speed.

WOOOOSSH!

It flew straight and fast, catching everyone off guard.

BLAAAAM!!

Mo Chang surprised everyone by successfully batting the ball, a feat previously achieved only by Mu Lingxi, which was, of course, expected.

Yes, I...!

Unfortunately, Mo Chang couldn’t even celebrate inwardly.

Out of nowhere, Mu Zhong suddenly appeared and caught the dao ball with his impressive speed before it could even cross a far enough distance. He glanced at Yang Wei, nodding reassuringly. "Don’t sweat it, I’ve got your back," he said.

Yang Wei returned the nod.

I’m still feeling a bit weak from combining the Tortoise Warding Stance with the Golden Turtle Body. It seems like my body hasn’t completely adjusted to using Senior Tortoise’s Qi yet.

The two men grinned at each other and they bumped fists.

Witnessing their bromance, the female disciples erupted into a chorus of squeals and hugs, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

"EEEEEEEK!!"

"They look so good together!"

"And so tall, too! I’d give anything to just standing in the middle of them!"

Mo Chang shot a glare at Yang Wei. "That pitch was weak."

Was he holding back? Did he think I wasn’t worth his full effort...?

Yang Wei chuckled, firing back, "And yet, you still couldn’t make it count."

The referee’s voice cut through the commotion. "Team 1 scores the first point!"

Yang Wei’s smug grin and the cheers of the crowd only fueled Mo Chang’s fury.

He gripped the dao bat so tightly that his fingers threatened to crush it. "Tch!" he furiously uttered.

...

"Fine..." Sun Yurong sighed as she reluctantly handed the dragon-crusted ring to Guo Xiaomei. "A deal’s a deal," she muttered, trying to appear nonchalant about losing something so valuable, but her twitching eyebrow betrayed her the anger she felt inside.

YANG WEI, YOU’RE BETTER MAKE IT UP TO ME!

Xiu Yulan shrugged, unable to contain her smile. "I told you, Lingxi is an impressive young woman. Still, it’s sweet that you had such a faith in Yang Wei even with him not being from your sect," she commented.

Chen Yuxi momentarily diverted her attention from the game. "What about two of our six Star Disciples? It’s strange we haven’t heard from them in days," she noted.

Sun Yurong stayed calm; she was skilled at lying, even when dealing with someone as skeptical and analytical as Chen Yuxi. "They’re fine. I spoke with them yesterday," she lied smoothly.

Chen Yuxi scrutinized Sun Yurong with her reserved gaze before nodding. "Good to know," she said, returning her focus to the game.

...

First inning, Team 1 at bat.

Team 1 were already leading.

As the game resumed, Yang Wei stepped up as the celestial batter, gently spinning his dao bat without a care in the world. He was facing off against Mo Chang, the dao master; pitcher.

"Alright..." Mu Lingxi stood among the many fielders, her focus intensely concentrated on her left hand which now wore a Qi-infused glove.

Both Mo Chang and Mu Lingxi glared at Yang Wei as if he were their an enemy and not an opponent. However, Yang Wei remained calm, gripping his dao bat with firm yet flexible hands.

Suddenly, a voice rang out from the dugout.

"Give it your best, my sweet Wei! You can do it!"

It was Mu Lin, cheering him on.

Mu Lingxi looked absolutely frustrated, but she tried her best to hide it, which just made her facial expression seem like she was about to explode.

My teammate... no my own sister is supporting the enemy?! Sigh~

...

Sun Yuying had been observing Mu Lin cheer on Yang Wei the whole time, and it was starting to irritate her. To her, Mu Lin wasn’t even part of their team, yet she was acting like she and Yang Wei had some special connection. But, of course, that’s all she knew.

She acts like she knows him so well. I doubt any of the women even know much about him... neither do I. B-but at least, I’ve spent a lot of time with him, so I have a closer connection to him than anyone else. And... and...

*blush* he’s seen me naked.

Frowning, Sun Yuying tapped Mu Lin on the shoulder and said, "Excuse me?"

Mu Lin glanced at her, partially amazed by the beauty of the young woman; her unique purple eyes and beautiful white hair. With a twisted expression, she bitterly replied, "What?"

Sun Yuying found Mu Lin’s response arrogant and decided to confront her less politely. "Could you please go back to your team’s side? This area is for Team 1, which I’m pretty sure you’re not a part of."

"Little wretch..." said Mu Lin through gritted teeth. Adjusting her stance, she folded her arms and shot her immaculately shaped breasts outwards, "Do you know who you’re talking to? I’m the—"

Cutting her off, Sun Yuying continued, "Yes, I know you’re the daughter of the Chief of the Spirit Harmony Peak. But frankly, that’s none of my concern, considering I’m a disciple of the Inkflow Spire."

Mu Lin was taken aback by Sun Yuying’s boldness. No one besides her siblings and Yang Wei had ever dared to challenge her like this. "Do you seek death?!" she exclaimed, pointing at Sun Yuying. "You, a mere Spirit Disciple, would dare speak so arrogantly to I, the gracefully beautiful Mu Lin, a Spirit Master?"

Sun Yuying matched Mu Lin’s posture, folding her arms and maintaining a strong expression that didn’t match her soft features. Stepping forward, her bountiful breasts bounced so richly, as if they were about to spill out of her robes.

The largeness of Sun Yuying’s breasts severely shocked Mu Lin.

She couldn’t help both look at hers and compare the sizes.

How are her breasts so big and well nurtured, even the shape... It’s... magnificent...!

Mu Lin cleared her throat, trying her best to compose herself, then glanced at Sun Yuying before asking, "Um, hey, I wanted to... your, uh..." She paused, searching for the right words to avoid any misunderstandings. "Your, you know..."

Sun Yuying’s confidence surged. Stepping forward, she folded her arms, unintentionally thrusting her breasts forward, like torpedoes ready to launch or balloons on the verge of popping. "My what?" she demanded, her tone firm.

Mu Lin hesitated before finally asking, "Your breasts, how do they stay so... well, you know, big and perky?"

Sun Yuying’s expression shifted from confidence to confusion in a matter of seconds.

Mu Lin quickly clarified, "I mean, no offense! I just... I’m curious."

Sun Yuying, a little embarrassed, turned to the side and admitted, "Oh, I, uh, I use Chief Xiu’s special breast refinement techniques..."

Mu Lin’s eyes lit up with excitement. "Wait, those techniques actually exist?" she exclaimed.

Sun Yuying nodded, still keeping her arms folded protectively across her chest.

Mu Lin grinned eagerly. "Could you teach me?"

Meanwhile, Mu Zhong and Ling Meiyan, who were watching the game together, exchanged a tired yawn. Ling Meiyan gestured towards Sun Yuying and Mu Lin and asked, "What’re those two talking about?"

Mu Zhong shrugged and replied casually, "Breasts."

Ling Meiyan’s eyes widened in confusion. "Eh?"