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

Chapter 97: Star Disciple's Encounter with the Sexy Cultivators of the White Serpent Sect.

Yang Wei strolled out of the Huo Pill Pavilion, scanning the area for Wu Fengtian. "Where's that silly boy?" he muttered to himself, "Doesn't he know to wait for me when I'm busy with women?" He sighed heavily, fishing out the Blood Strengthening Pill from his robes and examining it in the sunlight.

When sunlight hit the pill, it scattered the light rays all over the place. That's one of the go-to ways to check how pure a pill is. If light struggles to pass through, you know there's high-levels of impurity. But Yang Wei's pill? It had around 25% impurity, which is why sunlight breezed through it like nothing.

I guess teaching those Green Sanctuary Peak disciples wasn't entirely a waste. They're professionals at pill refinement, and learning a bit on what they do did give me an upper hand when I refined this...

"Once we settle down, I'll refine a few more of these for the Profound Black Tortoise Inheritance's First Volume."

Lost in thought, Yang Wei wandered into a bustling market square, where curious gazes met him at every turn.

Hm? Why're they looking at me like that? he asked himself.

Suddenly, an old woman with a bunch of moles on her face latched onto his arm, her dry breasts and sharp ribs pressing against him. "Well, hello there, handsome," she cooed, "I heard you crafted a fifth-grade Blood Strengthening Pill. My Sect is willing to pay a hefty sum for your services."

Before Yang Wei could respond, a muscular woman barged in, shoving the old woman aside. She scooped Yang Wei up like a baby, her imposing figure towering over him. "Forget them," she spoke almost unintelligibly, "join our sect, and you'll get spirit stones, body refinement pills, secret manuals, and some sweet lovin' from mama~!"

Her nostrils were so big it was almost as though that was the only thing Yang Wei could see. And when she snorted, a rush of moisty hot air blasted Yang Wei's face making him cringe internally.

As she leaned in for a kiss, Yang Wei felt like he was about to be swallowed whole.

Suddenly, a group of men surged forward, pushing the muscular woman away and vying for Yang Wei's attention.

"You're basically an Apothecary Grandmaster, imagine what your image could do for our sect!"

"No, join our sect!"

"Join ours! We'll offer you all the spirit stones we can squeeze out of our ancestors!!"

They all dragged his robes, a few more yanks and it'd probably tear to shreds.

In the chaos, Yang Wei simply sighed, feeling exhausted by the sudden onslaught of admirers.

How fast does news travel in the Martial World...?

As the crowd grew, more women than men surrounded Yang Wei, their hands exploring his body with tender caresses. Some planted kisses on his cheek, while others embraced him tightly, heavy with affection. Each woman, were either quite beautiful or wore layers of makeup to enhance it.

It was obvious that they'd fallen in love with this Star Disciple's talent and extreme handsomeness.

"Join our sect Yang Wei~"

"No, ours! We have beautiful women, and we're all waiting to be yours!"

"Talent like yours is rare in a man!"

Meanwhile, from the shadows of a nearby pagoda, Mu Lingxi watched in shock, her body frozen in doubt. Her eyes bulged out and her mouth hung open as she witnessed Yang Wei being showered with romantic attention.

Gah, Yang Wei! This is exactly why I didn't want you wandering outside the sect. Every thirsty, man-hungry woman in the Capital City's gonna come sniffing around the moment they hear about a man with your talent! You should've just stayed in the sect and trained with me... not that I actually want to spend time with you or anything, it's just... Ughhhh!

Suddenly, a bald, dark-skinned, mustached man in sharp green and white attire approached her with a scowl. "Madam," he grumbled, "when are you going to pay for the cabbages you destroyed?"

"Huh?" Mu Lingxi said, staring almost hypnotically at Yang Wei.

"My cabbages! I don't care if you're a cultivator, you destroyed my cabbages and my cart, and you'll pay for it!"

Ignoring him, Mu Lingxi rummaged in her storage pouch and tossed him a pouch of 200 gold coins without turning her gaze from Yang Wei. "Will that be enough?" she asked absentmindedly.

The man's eyes widened at the sight of the gold.

Heck yes! With this, I can start an entire cabbage company!

Then, he exclaimed, "Yes, ma'am!" before skipping away gleefully.

Meanwhile, three distinguished women arrived on the scene, led by Deng Rulan, who placed a hand on her waist with a mischievous smile. Addressing the crowd, she declared, "We are cultivators from the White Serpent Sect. You know what that means."

More than half of the onlookers dispersed, most of which were men.

This left only a few determined individuals behind, being mostly women.

Mu Lingxi, still hidden, raised an eyebrow at the mention of the White Serpent Sect. She shifted her gaze from Yang Wei to the three women who had just arrived. "The White Serpent Sect?" she said with some familiarity. "Isn't that the..."

One of the women stepped forward and pointed her folding fan at Deng Rulan and the others.

"Back off! He's ours! This young man belongs to the Blue Leaf Sect!"

Deng Rulan responded with a sex yet dangerous smile, teasingly asking, "Oh, is that so?"

The men around were already charmed by Deng Rulan's beauty.

On the flipside, Yang Wei was taking a good look at Liu Yan.

That woman, looks oddly familiar...

Hu Meizhen, eager to defend her sister, stepped forward, ready to confront the arrogant woman. "Sister Deng, let me handle this arrogant bitch for you!" she exclaimed, pounding her fists together.

But Deng Rulan shook her head gently, dismissing the notion. "Not worth it," she murmured. Her attention shifted to Liu Yan for confirmation. "Right, Yang Mi?"

Liu Yan nodded. "Yes."

Infuriated by Deng Rulan's dismissive attitude, the woman shouted back, "Me?! Not worth it?! How dare you! Do you know who I am?!"

All Deng Rulan did was to sigh—as though this woman was only a nuisance. She turned to face her and looked at her with disgust. "Why should I?" she asked uninterestedly.

This shocked the woman, "Be-because..."

"Maybe if I could see that hideous face of yours that's hidden underneath all those layers of tasteless cosmetics, just maybe then, I'd feel some sympathy for you..."

The woman, shocked and embarrassed, stepped back, covering her face in shame. Everyone present looked at her with irritation as she trembled in fury.

Suddenly, she lunged forward.

"BITCH! W-WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!"

"Oh?" Deng Rulan uttered. "I almost forgot..."

She coolly unleashed a rush of purple mist from her index finger.

It enveloped everyone nearby except for herself, Hu Meizhen, and Liu Yan.

Even Mu Lingxi, watching from a distance, was clouded by the mist, though she remained unaffected by Deng Rulan's technique.

Hm? What's this? she asked herself.

Every other person present, collapsed drained of their spiritual energy.