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

"IMPOSSIBLE!"

"It doesn't make any sense!!"

"The Spirit Thundering Fist is an advanced martial technique, right? And this Junior just casually took it head-on from a disciple in the 2nd level of Spirit Gathering without a scratch!"

"Is that what you're worried about?! He just turned a senior disciple to ash! A Junior so merciless he didn't even spare his corpse!"

"Is he cultivating some sort of secret technique?!"

All the senior disciples were shocked.

Lurking in the depths of the forest, Yuan Po grinned.

As I thought, there really was something special about this Yang Wei...

Excitedly, he cracked his fists.

The remaining four senior disciples exchanged glances.

"We can't let this Junior disgrace us any further. People might think Spirit Harmony Peak juniors are superior to the Inkflow Spire's seniors."

"Then we'll use a combined attack!"

"Yes, that'll put him in his place. It doesn't matter what secret technique he's cultivating, a combined attack from four Spirit Gathering cultivators will end him."

With unanimous agreement, they unleashed scrolls from their pouches, assuming a formation.

Two seniors positioned at the front, one behind, and the last, holding the largest scroll, stood at the far back.

They all held Brushes in their hands.

Immediately, they painted at incomprehensible speed.

Essentially, the one in the middle painted an array on his scroll, creating a shield around them.

"I'll end this in one hit," said Yang Wei, ready to strike.

"NO!" Wu Fengtian urgently shouted.

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Yang Wei paused and asked, "Why not?"

"That shield they've got is made from a 3rd-grade spiritual energy devouring array. They're probably using it to seal off any openings for an attack while they prepare for theirs. Since you haven't had any spiritual food to stabilize your cultivation base, if you attack in your current state, it'll devour you before you can even break the shield."

"It'll be fine…"

One of the senior disciples interjected, shouting, "Junior! Today, you'll understand the consequences of courting death!"

The two at the front stroked their brushes for the last time, unleashing monstrous eagles made of paint and overflowing with spiritual energy.

Also, the one at the back performed the last stroke, releasing even larger monstrous eagles made of ink and flaming spiritual energy.

All seven creations aggressively soared straight for Yang Wei.

This attack wasn't ordinary.

Not in terms of power, but more in how polished it was.

The disciples of the Inkflow Spire have calligraphy that goes beyond the ordinary; their brushwork becomes a sort of cultivation. The "Inkflow Illumination" technique lets them infuse their creations with spiritual energy, influencing the world around them.

The frighteningly fast and destructive creations zoomed straight for Yang Wei, and he eyed them carefully.

Just by looking, I can't figure out what they're made of. My [Scarlet Magic] deletes anything physical, and [Jade Magic] deals with the non-physical entities. These projections, though, seem to be a mix of both, so I'll have to use [Golden Magic].

Attempting to form [Golden Magic] in his right hand, an electric golden orb manifested but fizzled out.

I thought as much...

Dodging the attack might not cut it because these projections could have minds of their own or be controlled by those disciples. It means a lot of moving around and that puts an extra strain on my wound.

He touched his stabbed stomach, which had yet to heal.

Plus, dodging isn't an option for Fengtian. This is a little tough...

Yang Wei chuckled as the attack approached.

"It's almost as if I've forgotten I'm a cultivator too."

Drawing his arms in, he strained his spirit root to gather and refine dragon vein Qi rapidly.

With a swift motion, he spread his arms, creating thirty dragon swords.

These swords whirled around him like a tornado, following the stream-like motion of his arms.

Then, he shot them forward like bullets, aiming at the creations.

Some eagles dodged but were ultimately destroyed or torn apart by the speed and precision of Yang Wei's dragon swords.

Finally, the two clashing attacks exploded into ink and spiritual energy.

Yang Wei still had eight dragon swords in manageable condition.

He waved his hand, and the eight swords flew back, now orbiting around him.

Shaken, the senior disciples staggered back.

"How on earth did he do that?!"

"Is he even a junior?"

Yang Wei grinned. "Now, it's my turn.."

He sent all eight dragon swords at them with relentless speed.

Two to three swords ripped off the arms, legs, or heads of the senior disciples.

Only the one at the far back managed to create a flimsy array that protected him from the random impacts of the dragon swords.

Wu Fengtian shouted, "YES!" from his hiding spot.

The last senior disciple standing watched as his fellow disciples became dismembered corpses, heads, limbs, and organs scattered everywhere.

Even the grass, stones, and trees were covered in their blood.

Even the combined strength of all four of us couldn't defeat him?! What type of technique does he cultivate?!

The weak senior disciple panted.

His thoughts worried him heavily.

Yuan Po leaped out of the dense bushes.

BOOOM!!

He landed like a meteor which caused a small crater.

Yang Wei slowly pulled the dragon sword from his stomach, tossing it aside.

The open wound in his stomach regenerated slowly.

Looking at Yuan Po, he casually remarked, "Oh, so you're Yuan Po, right?" His gaze was focused on Yuan Po's bald head that shone under the moonlight.

"You're quite daring, Yang Wei. Courting death must be a hobby of yours... If not, you wouldn't dare kill my fellow disciples before me," said Yuan Po.

Innocently tilting his head, Yang Wei observed, "Actually, I'm more curious about that shiny head of yours. Is it some spiritual treasure?"

Yuan Po gritted his teeth, veins popping up around his head.

The senior disciple behind him murmured, "He didn't just say that," and slowly moved back.

Wu Fengtian commented, "That wasn't smart at all," following suit.

Both knew never to talk about Yuan Po's bald head in the sect.

Growling, Yuan Po demanded, "Junior, swallow your words now!"

Smiling mischievously, Yang Wei teased, "Or does rubbing it bring good luck and a polished scalp?"

Yuan Po's anger surged, but instead of shouting, he turned calm and asked, "Am I a joke to you?"

Yang Wei chuckled, asserting, "With that head, definitely. You look more like a monk than a cultivator."

"I see."

That was all he said.

This drastic change in behavior bothered Wu Fengtian.

Yuan Po is at the peak of Spirit Gathering, and soon, he'll be able to form a Golden Core... Provoking him will only get us killed!

Yuan Po bit his thumb.

After, he unsheathed his jian, and smeared his bleeding thumb across the blade as if drawing something.

"Secret Blood Ink Technique."

Fear was written on Wu Fengtian's face. "N... No, no way he's using that technique here..."

The senior disciple who had survived thus far, started running away.

"WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!"