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

Yuan Po was on the verge of unbuckling his cloth belt, ready to unleash his twisted intentions, but suddenly, someone seized his wrist.

"What?"

Startled, he turned to see Yang Wei locking eyes with him, wearing the coldest glare imaginable. It wasn't the kind of glare filled with animosity or anger. Instead, it was a completely emotionless stare, as if he would feel nothing after doing what he came here to do.

"Don't think too much on it... I'll make your death quick and painless."

Those were Yang Wei's only words.

Finally mustering the courage to speak, Yuan Po shouted, "You piece of cultivation trash! You ruined my life! Y…"

Without hesitation, Yang Wei twisted and snapped Yuan Po's arm effortlessly, causing a piercing scream to echo.

Why waste time?—that was the mentality Yang Wei came here with. He didn't care if Yuan Po's life was in shambles or unbearably cruel... he simply came to end it.

"AaaAAhHHhh!!!"

Holding his broken arm, Yuan Po weakly recoiled in pain and fear.

Yang Wei indifferently observed him while gently clutching his umbrella.

There's no usual taunts... or even his snarky comments. Those blue eyes of his, why do they look so calm and at the same time... so murderous. Yuan Po's thoughts trembled.

Nevertheless, he was still desperate. He screamed at Yang Wei, "JUST DIE ALREADY!" Then, he rushed forward, using all his might to throw a weak punch with his one functioning hand at Yang Wei.

Yang Wei smoothly dodged, pivoting to the right.

Spotting Yuan Po's exposed abdomen, he coolly muttered through his chapped lips, "Dragon's Breath Palm."

His left palm, charged with concentrated dragon vein Qi, slammed into Yuan Po's chest. The impact shattered the ground, and Yuan Po disintegrated into a pool of blood, as if liquefied by the strike. Rain mixed with blood, staining a bit of Yang Wei's robes and splattering on Sun Yuying's fear-frozen face.

Trembling, Sun Yuying uttered, "Y... Yang Wei," but there was no relief in her voice.

Even after being saved, she was still scared out of her mind.

Yang Wei slowly turned to her, his glowing blue eyes fixed on her, dead as the night.

Yang Wei nonchalantly hung his umbrella over his shoulder, using it to shield himself from the persistent rain. Approaching Sun Yuying, every step he took caused her to shuffle back in fear, eyes widening with each movement.

"P... Please... just leave me al..."

Her words hooked in her mouth.

"P... Please," she tried again. "L... Leave me alone."

Despite her pleas to be left alone, Yang Wei remained silent, unfazed, continuing his unhurried advance.

As he closed in, Sun Yuying, crawling backward on her buttocks, eventually found herself cornered against a wall. Trembling, she watched as Yang Wei's deliberate pace intensified her fear. Finally standing before her, he gazed down with his disturbingly impassive expression.

Gasping for breath, Sun Yuying, after holding her silence, accused him, "Y... You mu... must be enjoying, seeing me this way, huh."

Yang Wei kept his expression the same, neither reacting nor speaking.

Sun Yuying, unsettled by his statue-like presence, instinctively protected her legs, a gesture repeated since her initial fall to the ground.

Why's he acting this way... He's so... so different

Finally breaking the silence, Yang Wei gave her one instruction.

"Spread your legs."

Sun Yuying's eyes bulged as the raindrops poured on her face, slowly washing away the blood. Her lips quivered; she wanted to speak, but didn't know what to say.

"I..."

Interjecting, Yang Wei warned her, "Yuying, this will be the last time I'm repeating myself," his voice was cold. "Spread those legs... now."

Sun Yuying, visibly scared, trembled like a lost child.

In a whispering, tearful voice, she questioned, "Y... you too? Ar... Are all men really the same? It isn't... It's not fair..." Tearfully, she reluctantly complied, slowly spreading her legs apart for him.

Sun Yuying hesitated, but she went on still.

On the verge of completing spreading her legs open, Yang Wei unexpectedly tossed his outer robes over her.

"H... Huh?" she uttered.

It served as an unspoken invitation to use it for warmth.

Stepping forward and crouching, Yang Wei's sudden movement intensified Sun Yuying's anxiety.

She pleaded, "Please, d-don't hurt me!"

Crouching beside her, Yang Wei gently held her chin and lifted her frozen face to his.

"You claim I lack self-restraint, yet here I am, not seizing the opportunity to have your body. Maybe next time, you should learn more about a person before making dumb assumptions like wanting them dead or even accusing them of being a shameless pervert."

Slowly squishing her cheeks with some applied pressure, he kept his cold gaze on her.

Sun Yuying couldn't see his face, from her point of view, all she could see was a shadow-covered face.

Clear tears streamed down her face, though it wasn't apparent with the falling rain.

Yang Wei then lowered the umbrella he had over his head so Sun Yuying could clearly see his face.

"If you choose to hate me, then that's your prerogative. But, I'm eager to get one thing straight..."

He paused.

"Are you so scared that you would spread your legs for any man the moment they threatened you or saw you in a vulnerable state. Do you not value your virginity?"

Sun Yuying, unable to respond, silently cried while held by her chin. Yang Wei, maintaining his firm grip, delivered a straightforward message, "I hate weak-willed women... and you're the worst of your kind."

Standing up, he walked away, leaving her wrapped in his outer robes.

Seconds after, the rain gradually subsided.

"Hm?" he said.

Then, he tossed his umbrella to her.

"Use that to return back to your Peak," he instructed her.

In a soft mutter, Sun Yuying replied, "Th... Thank you."

Almost as though he didn't even hear her greetings, Yang Wei continued walking into the rain with arms tucked behind his back.

Sun Yuying was left under the rain, to reflect.