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

More disciples than usual gathered around the coiling dragon structure.

There was anticipation for something, but what was it?

Today marked a special occasion—the arrival of a jade-like beauty who frequented the Dragon Vein Spirit Pool only once or twice a week, making her presence highly sought after.

Among the crowd, mostly composed of eager male cultivators, Yang Wei made his way to the site.

With a nonchalant expression, he muttered to himself, "Normally, I'd use the portal, but these herbs at the Spirit Harmony Peak's endpoint are too tempting to miss." He casually chewed on the herbs, savoring their juices, and contemplated, "I should grab more of these Qi-strengthening herbs when I'm done cultivating. I'll pack a lot so I don't have to bother about them later."

As Yang Wei arrived at the site, a thick crowd of chattering and helplessly shouting disciples, mainly males, created an unpleasant noise. Guards near the entrances of the Dragon Vein Spirit Pool worked diligently to manage the swelling crowd.

"Hm?" said Yang Wei.

One might assume he'd bask in the attention, given the rumors circulating about him being the Sect's Rising Star. However, oblivious to the gossip and the unfolding love story with Liu Yan, he remained focused on his cultivation, paying little attention to his surroundings.

Stretching his arms and yawning, Yang Wei casually strolled through the buzzing crowd, "Day nine of perfecting the Dragon Sword Formation," he muttered, undisturbed by the spectacle around him.

...

Finally,

The much-anticipated moment arrived as the crowd hushed when a woman gracefully approached on her jian, her light blue and white robes dancing in the wind. Her were like sirens and were as cold and silent as the night.

"It's her!"

"It's Senior Sister Sun!"

"It's the Outer Sect's Star Disciple!!"

Landing calmly, her feet touched the ground, and her light gray hair floated around her, emitting a fragrant aroma as she started walking forward.

Like any beauty, she had this milky white skin and curves that were everywhere, a very voluptuous physique. But, it wasn't the kind that made men drool and gasp like dogs – no, she had refined sexiness. She had a calm and dignified presence about her that attracted men, but not in a hungry way. Rather, it was similar to the Third Matriarch's.

This lady's name is Sun Yuying, from the Inkflow Spire.

She topped the charts in the recent Outer Sect competition, and earned the Star Disciple title. Even the disciples who started in the Outer Sect with her call her "Senior Sister."

As Sun Yuying walked, disciples adjusted, creating a wide path for her.

Amidst the admirers, Yang Wei, visibly tired and yawning, noticed the growing tightness in the crowd. "What's with all this noise?" he muttered, addressing no one in particular.

Two furious junior disciples, however, confronted him, shoving their faces into his and exclaiming, "How dare you casually refer to her like that! She's Sun Yuying, an absolute Goddess and the Star Disciple of the Outer Sect!"

Taken aback by their fervor, Yang Wei stepped back and glanced to his left through the crowd, spotting Sun Yuying gracefully making her way into the Dragon Vein Spirit Pool with closed eyes.

"I see," Yang Wei remarked, looking somewhat underwhelmed.

"Huh?" said the two disciples before him.

"Whatever…"

After he casually said that, he walked away, stretching as he did.

The frustrated junior disciples bit their lips as they watched him leave. It was almost as if they wanted to pound him to bits for casually staring at a whole Sun Yuying and not acknowledging her talent, beauty or even her grace.

Unbeknownst to them, Yang Wei was the subject of much talk, but few had actually seen him, except in over-exaggerated illustrations. The junior disciples, unaware they were scolding the very person they respected for his masculine efforts in the Mashyan World, eyed him with frustration.

Sun Yuying entered the megastructure, and Yang Wei, taking a different entrance, slipped away unnoticed.

All eyes remained on Sun Yuying, unaware that the much-discussed Yang Wei had already departed.

...

Outside, everyone eagerly awaited Sun Yuying's grand display, teeth flashing as they held their breaths in anticipation of her return.

In her cave abode, Sun Yuying sat in a lotus position on her bamboo mat, forming a double-handed mudra. "Focus the dragon vein Qi, refine it," she intoned meditatively. As her hair began to float, all the dragon vein Qi present gravitated towards her, lifting her into a floating lotus position.

Undeterred, she continued cultivating, eyes closed.

"And then use that to create an ultimate sword, one that can crumble everything," she added, shooting her arm forward with index and middle fingers pointing. Energy streamed from her fingers, gradually materializing into six perfect dragon swords.

Meanwhile...

In Yang Wei's cave abode, he lounged on the bamboo mat, legs crossed, and head resting on his arms as if they were pillows. Yawning, he remarked, "Another day, another failure."

Three hours had passed.

Yang Wei had crafted over thirty-five swords, each surpassing the last. Yet, he wasn't satisfied. Each dragon sword was scattered across the ground—some shattered into pieces, others broken in half.

"What's the point of all this if I can't make the perfect sword?" he muttered to himself, frustrated.

Finally, Sun Yuying emerged from the coiling dragon structure.

Her trademark coldness always made her more beautiful.

As she walked, the six dragon swords she'd created majestically hovered in a semi-circular formation, resembling the feathers of a peacock.

Disciples present erupted into screams of praise.

"WOOO-HOOOO!!"

"Sun Yuying!"

"She looks so elegant! I think I'm in love!!"

Some silently marveled at the graceful presence of the perfected dragon swords. Despite a few irritated and jealous onlookers, Sun Yuying had more fans than haters, and she paid little attention to the opinions of others—her focus was on success.

Allowing the disciples to shower her with praise, Sun Yuying stopped briefly.

I should wait a while...

She understood that leaving immediately would result in them following or creating more stress, so she preferred to soak up the adulation now. However, she noticed the dwindling number of disciples praising her compared to the initial crowd.

"Hm?"

Curious, she turned her attention to another gathering on the other side of the Dragon Vein Spirit Pool. With a wave of her hand, she dispersed all six dragon swords, causing them to vanish into a blue mist of energy. Marching through the crowd, she ignored greetings from junior and desperate senior disciples who wanted to pair cultivate with her.

Reaching the other crowd, Sun Yuying observed men holding shattered pieces of countless dragon swords while others held ones broken in half, attempting to fix them.

With a stern voice, she asked, "What's going on?"

A junior disciple holding a broken dragon sword explained, "I... I was just looking for a suitable cave abode to cultivate in, and then I saw these. *gulp* I instantly lost my motivation to cultivate."

Sun Yuying showed no reaction, responding calmly, "Those are... broken swords."

Another junior disciple chimed in, "Yes, Senior Sister, but these are dragon swords. They were destroyed when he saw them, yet… they still maintain their physical form."

Sun Yuying's eyes widened instantly. "What?" she said.

The junior disciple continued with a shaky and scared voice, "These dragon swords… have more quality than swords that have been spirit-refined four times!" Nôv(el)B\\jnn

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