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

Two solid months had slipped away, and Yang Wei remained unconscious.

Finally, after a prolonged dormancy, he blinked open his eyes to find bandages covering his body.

Some areas were badly burnt or slightly charred.

"What's going on?" he muttered, attempting to sit up abruptly, only to be met with a sharp pain, forcing him back onto the bed. "Ahhh, since when do I... feel pain."

Frustrated, Yang Wei conjured white energy in his palm. Placing it against his chest, it soothed his wounds and healed the bruises instantly.

Rising from the bed, he surveyed his surroundings.

"Hm?"

It wasn't Mu Lingxi's familiar abode; the room was more opulent and significantly larger. Glancing at his bandaged form, he recalled the tribulation clouds.

"Hmm, the lightning that hit me... It actually fortified the soil of my spiritual garden and infused power into the entire foundation of my Spiritual Domain. That's why I gathered more spiritual energy than needed for my breakthrough. I had to stir up the tribulation clouds enough to get what I was after."

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighed. "I'm uncertain if I truly established a foundation of ultimate existence, however..." Extending his fist, he scrutinized it, affirming, "This strength is 7th level. I'm now at the Mortal King stage."

Stretching his arms, he collapsed back onto the bed.

"Soon enough, I'll be able to access the Celestial Serpent-Dragon Ascendancy Codex and finally create a supreme dragon sword."

Suddenly, he remembered the scripts Xuanwu had shown him. Leaping from the bed, he hurried to a chair and table on the other side of the room. Dipping the brush into an ink bottle, he muttered, "I better write down the entire scroll for the first volume now."

Methodically, he painted every stance and inscribed every figure from the scripts.

Some hours later...

Finally, he rolled the scroll in place, holding it out proudly, "The first volume of the Profound Black Tortoise Inheritance is complete!"

Yang Wei lowered the scroll, pondering, "Hmm, maybe I should start cultivating it now?" Grinning mischievously, he chuckled, "It feels like when I was a kid studying magic—always so fun!"

Then, he sensed someone nearing the door.

He hastily threw the scroll away, whispering, "Sorry for the disrespect, Elder Tortoise."

Right after, he moderately placed a foot forward and like a wave, his presence spread in all directions, allowing him to identify the approaching person. "Wait, this is Mu Lin's aura," he said.

Just then, Mu Lin cautiously cracked the door open, scanning the room for any witnesses.

"Phew, no one..."

Satisfied, she sneaked in and closed the door.

Observing Yang Wei in a seemingly poor and helpless state, she frowned, her cautious expression dissolved into a sad one.

Wow, my acting prowess must be profound, he thought.

Glancing at the candlelight on the table, Mu Lin spoke to no one in particular, "I'm sure I turned off the light when I left, didn't I? Anyway, I don't have much time before someone else checks up on him." She had to be quick.

Yang Wei slyly opened one eye, watching Mu Lin from the corner of his eye before closing it again.

What is she doing? he asked himself.

Sitting by his side, Mu Lin brought out a torn piece of his Outer Sect robes she stuffed in-between her breasts.

She salvaged it from the lightning strike.

Sniffing it deeply, she almost suctioned the cloth into her nostrils. Exhaling with relief, she remarked, "Ahhhn~ that feels so good. It smells a little burnt, but his sweet rose scent is still there. Ahnn~ it always makes me feel so... so warm and satisfied everywhere." She indulged in a moment of self-caressing; touching her body for some modicum of pleasure.

Yang Wei sighed mentally.

Please, not another Mingyu, he thought.

Mu Lin gazed at the seemingly "unconscious" Yang Wei with a melancholic expression, her furrowed eyebrows easily revealing her concern. Tenderly, she placed her hand on his cheek, softly caressing it. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she voiced her worry, "Wei, when will you wake up?

It's been two months, and everyone is anxious." She brushed some strands of hair behind her ear with her other hand, continuing, "I didn't realize so many people cared about you. There are even rumors that First Big Sister Liu has taken a liking to you. If she wasn't on an assignment in Tiancheng City, I'm sure she would've come see you too."

Yang Wei had half a mind to smile.

Her hands are quite soft, she's way better when she's not constantly trying to seduce me into becoming her slave. Tch, as if that would work against a man like me who has tasted the silk purses of the sweetest women in my world.

Pulling back slightly, Mu Lin sighed even more deeply, contemplating the competition she suspected, "How do I compete with all these women? There's Huo Yue, sweet and innocent like an angel. Sun Yuying, a Star Disciple, beautiful and well-endowed. Liu Yan, with a godly figure and a motherly vibe and as well, talented.

And, of course, my older sister..." Mu Lin flung her hair back, cleared her throat, and asserted, "Why am I letting myself get insecure? I'm just as talented, well-mannered, and beautiful as them. I shouldn't worry so much."

Talented, I can't say for sure. Beautiful, you're ravishing to say the least. But well-mannered, not so much Lin'er... Yang Wei thought as he listened to her words.

Realizing the incense wasn't lit, she leaned over to ignite the first incense behind Yang Wei's head. "I should light these up for him," she said. In the process, her breasts unintentionally pressed against his face, causing him discomfort.

Hm? Is this some sort of test? Yang Wei thought calmly.

He tried to open his mouth to breathe. His warm breath brushed against Mu Lin's breasts, prompting an unexpected moan, "Ahhnnn~!" The mere caress of his breath stirred a surge of desire, coupled with Mu Lin's lingering temptation which she'd been fighting over the past two months—she wanted to explore Yang Wei's body in his current state.

Mu Lin finally pulled away, glancing once again at Yang Wei who remained in a deep slumber. "You know," she began, "I'm not too strict on the idea of spreading my legs for him. After all, he's just different. He doesn't treat me like other men do, he actually does value my purity." She inched closer, studying his tranquil face.

"But he does have a point; we should know more about each other for a better relationship."

Leaning in, Mu Lin exhaled, her gaze glued to Yang Wei's lips. "Maybe," she mused, "I should find out how these lips taste, just a little..." With that, she closed the gap, planting a hesitant kiss on him.