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

Yang Wei stood still, deep in thought, rubbing his chin.

She looked vulnerable when I saw her naked. I know that's not unusual for some women, but it was a little strange, like she wasn't herself anymore. Still, that would explain all the dead monsters Fengtian and I saw earlier... Obviously, she doesn't want anyone to see her naked, not just me. So, she periodically comes here to bathe where most disciples don't come because it's dangerous.

"Still though, someone would've seen her at some point..."

Yang Wei shrugged and sighed.

Wu Fengtian rushed back, panting heavily.

"H... *pant* How did you manage to avoid trouble with Sun Yuying?!"

A distracted Yang Wei replied, "At this point, it's not important." His mind was elsewhere.

"Is everything alright, Senior Brother?"

"Be quiet."

Yang Wei had immediately sensed a change in the environment.

It's quiet... too quiet.

Suddenly, five dragons streaked towards them.

Yang Wei swiftly erected a blue shield with a wave of his hand, shielding them from the dragon swords.

Despite the nearly invulnerable [Mana Shield], two swords broke through.

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And one deeply ripped into Yang Wei's abdomen.

Panicking, Wu Fengtian pointed at the wound, exclaiming, "Your stomach!"

Blood rolled down from the blade.

"Hm?" Yang Wei, seemingly unfazed, looked at the dragon sword in his stomach and casually remarked, "Oh, that's not good."

Five senior disciples of the Inkflow Spire emerged from the forest.

One chuckled, then pointed at Yang Wei. "So, you're the arrogant junior we're meant to deal with." He cracked his fist, adding, "This should be easy."

Another pointed at Yang Wei's wound. "If you don't tend to that nasty wound, this won't even be a fun slaughter!" he said.

All Yang Wei did was sigh.

My cultivation hasn't stabilized yet, and I only reactivated my mana core just now. If I'm going to face constant ambushes, then I'll need to find a faster way to access my Mana Space because it seems this mana core derivative isn't the best option. It's the safest, nonetheless.

He shifted his focus back to his assailants.

"So, I'm guessing you fine men are lackeys of Yuan Po, yes? And he's likely waiting for you five to fail so that he can make his grand entrance." Yawning, he further commented, "No wonder he couldn't get a woman like Sun Yuying; she's not interested in losers."

Then, Yang Wei used an eye to assess the sword in his stomach.

It's burning, but I can endure it. My regeneration is likely also inactive, so for now, I'll have to leave the sword lodged in there until I'm certain I can heal the wound. Also, I haven't eaten anything to refuel my spiritual energy after that intense breakthrough... I'll have to make this quick.

A disciple pointed at him, questioning, "Junior, you, a mere Mortal Disciple, dare to be bold around Spirit Gathering cultivators like us?"

Wu Fengtian scrambled to his feet and rushed to Yang Wei's side. "These guys are definitely Yuan Po's lackeys," he said, noting their uniforms. "The weakest is at least at the first level of Spirit Gathering. If you lose, it's over for both of us. They won't hesitate to kill us."

Yang Wei surveyed Yuan Po's menacing lackeys. "Judging by their faces, that's very likely," he replied. "Besides, with the number of people in the sect, I doubt anyone would care if we died."

Wu Fengtian nodded in agreement, "True, Senior Brother. Now go fight!"

"Wait a minute, weren't you going to fight too?"

"Hehe, I'll only be an obstacle to Senior Brother. It's better if you do it yourself."

Yang Wei sighed, "Whatever." He walked forward, seemingly unfazed by the sword in his stomach. Stopping five meters away from the senior disciples, he pointed at them and said, "Attack me all at once."

The senior disciples looked confused, exchanged glances, and burst into laughter.

They started mocking him.

"How did this guy even get on Junior Sister Sun's level? He's an absolute idiot. Does he really think Mortal Realm trash like him can match up to us?"

"What an arrogant bastard!"

"Bahahaha! Juniors these days!"

You guys never take any junior seriously until they have their hands on your necks... Yang Wei thought.

He sighed again, "Can't you guys understand English? Or are you somehow apes or something? I'm trying to save time by taking you all at once. Just attack so we can wrap this up quickly."

His words easily provoked the senior disciples.

"DUMB LITTLE SHIT!!"

Meanwhile, Wu Fengtian was already scared. "This guy is doing too much to get us killed!" he whispered loudly.

One senior disciple dashed forward like the wind, shouting at Yang Wei, "You're courting death, right?!" His right hand condensed essence Qi, forming a blue aura of a massive fist. He raged out, "I'll destroy you in one attack!" With a shout, he unleashed the Spirit Thundering Fist.

The impact shattering a three-meter radius.

It broke the earth and even caused a heavy earthquake that rumbled the Serpent's Spire.

Dust was everywhere.

Wu Fengtian coughed. "I hope Senior Brother is all right," he said with worry.

He kept his distance so that he wouldn't get caught up in the clashing spiritual pressure.

The attacking disciple grinned, then dusted off his hands. "That's enough to teach the foolish Junior that just one of us is more than he can handle," he bragged.

"Haha! He thinks he's the next Rising Star of the Sect!"

"Bahaha! The only Star Disciple he knows is Sun Yuying!"

Yang Wei's voice cut through, "Did you really think a flashy attack would be an obstacle for me?" Suddenly, he flashed out of the debris and grabbed the head of the attacking disciple before he could react.

His abrupt speed caught everyone off guard.

"Hmmm," Yang Wei contemplated, "What's the most fun way to kill you?" A feral look appeared in his eyes, as though the senior disciple had turned prey.

The senior disciple stammered, "You bas..." Before he could finish, Yang Wei ruthlessly twisted his head with a single grip and ripped it from his shoulders.

Speckles of blood splashed everywhere.

It even stained Yang Wei's blue and white Outer robes.

Using his other hand, he touched the headless body, using [Scarlet Magic] to turn it to a pile of ash.

Then, he walked toward the remaining four senior disciples and tossed the head to them with a plain expression.

"Now, let me make this clear, no one... is leaving here alive."