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

In the center of a vast arena. . .

A young boy of about six years old stood with a look of utter despair etched on his face.

His long white hair fell around his shoulders, and his once bright blue eyes had dimmed with the harshness of his reality. Clad in a white robe-like attire, he trembled with fear, his hands shaking and his legs quivering like it could barely carry the heaviness of his heart.

"I don't want to do this..."

His whisper was blocked out by the sound of thousands of people cheering at the top of their voice.

Beside him stood a woman, dressed in a white qipao adorned with dragon patterns in blue thread. Despite her maternal appearance, there was a sternness to her demeanor that hinted at discipline.

She, too, had white hair and blue eyes. . .

"You will not defy me, you ungrateful child! You stand before your entire clan. If you bring shame upon us, I will not hesitate to punish you severely. Do you understand? Or perhaps you want to spend a week in the Abyssal Well."

The boy was aware of the consequences of disobedience.

He dared not speak out against his mother.

Though she pampered him, she also disciplined him when necessary, all in the name of maintaining the family's honor. To him, however, it didn't feel like he was being pampered or showered with love.

No. . .

It was more like he was a sword, always being polished and sharpened. After all, what use is a weapon if it isn't properly taken care of?

As tears welled in his eyes, he glanced at his two siblings, kneeling on the ground with powerful anti-magic chains restraining them.

Escape was futile, and despair clawed at their hearts.

I don't want to get locked up in that well again... it's always so dark, and scary...

The boy was truly afraid.

And yet, his mother turned to the crowd and presented him.

"The future Emperor of Magic will now carry out our clan's rite of passage. As you know, it is tradition for the strongest offspring of the Yang clan's main branch to kill all their siblings and feed their blood to the Ghost Killing Forefather for his blessing! My son, Yang Wei, shall now do that. This will be a moment in history that will mark the rising of our clan in the world...

no one will be our equal!"

The crowd cheered even more.

"Kill them, Wei!"

"You were always destined to lead this clan from the day you were born!"

"Do it! Do it!"

The boy still hesitated as all these malevolent words invaded his gloomy mind.

The mother turned back to him and gripped his neck from behind a little. "Don't you dare disgrace me! Use that new [Fire Magic] spell that you created, now!" She let go of his neck and turned her focus back to the crowd to soak in the glory.

The boy stared at his older siblings.

It seemed his brother who was tried to fight being chained, was beaten to the point he'd fallen unconscious.

His more gentler sibling and sister who was older than him by 2 years smiled at him.

Her name was Yang Zhilan.

"Wei, it's a rite of passage, just do it. Maybe you didn't know about it, and that's unfair to you, but if you've been chosen by the world to be the strongest, then you must embrace it. I'd gladly shed my blood to see you become as great as a Magic King, if not greater. So... kill us already."

There was a detached smile on her face, her eyes were dim, and her body trembled at the thought of being burnt alive.

"My heart feels so warm right now, and I'm so grateful now. I'm happy to have been your only sister... Thank you, Wei."

He saw the tears running down her cheeks.

Trying to be bold, he held out a trembling hand and formed a small ball of black fire.

Yang Zhilan saw the way her little brother's hand couldn't stop vibrating.

Her dull voice continued to speak with that same empty smile on her face. . .

"You know, now that I think of it... you don't really have friends. You've been locked in the clan's territory since you were born, then again, you still made happy memories with us. So, if it's okay, I hope older brother and me, could be called... your friends?"

The boy forced a smile on his face that made more of his tears pierce out of his blue eyes.

"Yes... thanks for that. There's nothing better than a friend... you share blood with."

"Wei..."

"Y-, yes, sister?"

"If you ever find yourself lost in a dark place... just follow the compass already in your heart. Turn yourself to the light, and save everyone dear to you, save them all..."

A tear streamed down her left cheek.

Wei squeezed his eyes shut and unleashed these black flames of his, and it burnt both his brother and Yang Zhilan alive.

As he watched them burn, only one thought came to mind. . .

Why must people experience pain when they die?

...

Mu Lin kept tapping the sleeping Yang Wei on his shoulder, growing increasingly concerned. "Wei?!" she exclaimed, continuing to tap him. "Why is he still asleep?"

Finally, Yang Wei stirred, his eyes fluttering open, and he immediately pulled Mu Lin into a tight hug. She could feel the intensity of his distress as his body trembled against hers, his skin clammy with sweat.

It was like he'd just woken up from a nightmare.

"Are you... okay?" Mu Lin asked with a voice full of worry.

Yang Wei, still catching his breath, shook his head slightly.

"N-, no, not really... can I just, stay like this for a little longer?"n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Mu Lin smiled gently, understanding his need for comfort. "Of course, that's fine..." she reassured him, wrapping her arms around him in return. She stroked his hair soothingly with one hand while rubbing his back with the other, offering him the solace he needed.

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Eastern Continent.

It was also known as the Land of the Supremes. This name was given to it as it held the largest size, population and even the highest number of stronger beings within the Mashyan World. The realm was a combination of water, forests and plains. It was the meeting point for all who had attained a certain level of cultivation.

One had to have gotten to at least Nascent Soul Realm and then they would consider moving to the Eastern Continent for more experience.

Great Wulong Forest. . .

It was a huge green forest with equal size to a moon.

A huge portal tore open and an elegant woman hovered out of it with a monstrously huge dragon beast on her shoulder.

She was an extremely beautiful woman. She was tall and voluptuous with long black hair and even blacker eyes. Her skin could easily be called the smoothest in the land. This was a woman who had unrivalled beauty, enough that she could be called the epitome of beauty. And her backside... it was another topic entirely.

With such wide hips and plump buttocks, no woman would come close to have a buttocks as breaded and plump as hers.

She was dressed in a blue martial artist's attire that was fairly revealing, and would drop any man to their knees.

For thousands of years, no one has set their eyes on her or her immaculate beauty. However, one thing would remain the same. . .

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Every being across the endless expanse of the dao layers were but ants to her. . .

After so many millennia, she had set foot in her home world again.

"Kekeke! Celestial Serpent Sect! Several thousands of years have passed, and your lovely grandmother has returned!"

With the proud look on her face one would believe she was even more full of herself than Yang Wei.

"Don't you dare disappoint this old woman!"

Her spiritual pressure threatened to destroy the entire Eastern Continent. Perhaps, she that was her own manner of greeting.

It was a pressure far stronger than all the cultivators in the Azure Tree combined!

But then she paused and her face turned to a plain expression.

"Eh?"

She looked around and saw no on, nothing. Only trees and rocks.

"Hm? What's this? Has the sect really become this boring since I was gone? The only way that would happen is if Lin Feng became a Patriarch."

She laughed loudly enough that the entire Mashyan World shook.

"As if that uptight nephew of mine could ever be patriarch!"

Again, she went back to being serious. It would be strange if someone saw an old woman like her laughing for no reason.

"Eeeh, where are they though? I killed an Immortal Realm monster for them while I was on my here. I was planning to give it to my most well-behaved great-nephew or niece."

The woman rubbed her chin.

"Actually, wouldn't that be... Hmmm, Liu Yan, I think?"

She planned to give them to her descendants, or at least anyone who'd be able to refine it into a pill. As a Sect Grandmother, she was at least considerate enough to to give them a treat after being away for so long.

"Man, where are these idiots! Are they pranking me?! Hmm, I'm sure it's that bitch, Míng Huīrán!"

The woman was already gritting her teeth.

A man then emerged from a rift in space with his hands behind his back.

"Have you forgotten the sect already parted 10,000 years ago?"

The woman looked down and immediately recognized this man.

"Shen Bao, it's you!"

There was a very cheerful look on her face as she waved at him excitedly as she hovered down to the earth beneath her.

Indeed, before her was the Quintessential Emperor of Fate, Shen Bao!

"How're you doing, Su Meirong?"

Su Meirong threw the dragon beast off her shoulder and it crashed into a nearby forest and flattened it like a pancake.

"I'm quite fine. I've been in the Sacred Immortal Lands cultivating, and before coming here I visited the Demon World to set things straight with a certain dark spirit."

"You've been adventurous, I see..." Shen Bao leaned in, almost enough for his nose to touch hers.

But, Su Meirong placed her index finger on his forehead and pushed him back a bit. "I can't believe I forgot the sect is no longer one. Then again, the sect is quite weak now, isn't it? As it stands, I, Su Meirong, could wipe it out in a blink of an eye."

"Eeehh..." Shen Bao gave her an unsure look. "I wouldn't say they're weak. It's just that you're a Quasi-4th-Path cultivator, so it's natural you'd have that sort of power over any sect in the Lower Regions."

Su Meirong shrugged, "I mean, eh, you're even stronger than I am... so I guess your words are valid."

Shen Bao chuckled nervously, "With the way you've been cultivating for the past 10,000 years, I could easily say you'd surpass me when you finally experience a breakthrough."

A yawn escaped Su Meirong's lips as she stretched like a tired cat. "Whatever... I think I'll relax in the Eastern Continent a bit and visit a few of the small clans I established."

"But is that really what brought you back here?"

A vicious look appeared on Su Meirong's face. "No, of course not. I came here to confirm if the rumors were true about what those Heavenly Court bastards did to my world."

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Fun Fact: Yang Wei doesn't like painful deaths because of what happened to his sister. So, it's the reason he created [Scarlet Magic] that destroys the physical body painlessly.