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

"We've been shown benevolence!"

"Rather than shout, move before Grand Elder changes his mind, you fool!"

"I know! I know!"

There were several long lines of cultivators dressed in black and red robes, each carrying huge sacks on their shoulders. Everyone looked tired, from the men and women to the children, but they seemed to be in a hurry.

This was the Blood Demon Clan, and they were doing their best to settle into Grand Elder Peak before Yang Wei changed his mind.

Patriarch Bloodflame held out a red and gold folding fan, waving it back and forth to direct the various lines of cultivators.

"Hurry up! We mustn't cause a commotion just because we're relocating. And remember──we've been given fifth-grade blood strengthening pills, so proper blood Qi cultivation is guaranteed tonight!"

The elderly man knew most of the clan members were frustrated by the long walk and heavy loads, so he used the good news to cheer them up and keep them positive.

It worked, as smiles soon appeared on their faces.

"As long as I get to cultivate, I'm fine with carrying anything!"

"We've never been shown this kindness in decades. Grand Elder is truly magnificent!"

"He must be a gift from the Blood Chief. I knew he'd never leave us with just a useless stone tablet!"

"Hahah! Maybe the Fate Defying Elder has become our Blood Chief now!"

Patriarch Bloodflame watched his clan members interact with smiles, glad they had a chance at a comfortable home again.

The patriarch glanced at the beautiful woman not too far from where he stood.

It was Liu Yan.

She wore a plain expression as she observed the Blood Demon Clan's entry into Grand Elder Peak. In a way, she resembled an invigilator waiting for an exam candidate to slip up.

However, there was something about her vigilance that felt calming──it wasn't just her immortal beauty that could tickle the hearts of men, but also the undefined trust she had in Patriarch Bloodflame's clan and its members.

"Sister, I'm pleasantly surprised that you've welcomed us demonic cultivators into Grand Elder Peak without any hesitation. It is obvious you've been putting in a lot of effort to elevate its status among the other peaks in the sect. I thank you for trusting us."

The elderly man spoke humbly.

Indeed, one could say Bloodflame was always humble. With all the challenges his clan had faced, he'd been forced to lower his head many times to beg for cultivation resources just to keep them from vanishing.

But those were the least of his worries at the moment. . .

Liu Yan had yet to respond to his gratitude.

It made him sweat profusely. Infact, sweat dripped from every pore as he feared she would say something that would seal an uncomfortable stay for his clan on Grand Elder Peak.

"S-, Sister?" Bloodflame called out nervously.

But Liu Yan remained silent, her gaze fixed on the clan members as they moved in uniform steps.

"Sister?" the patriarch called again, growing more eager for a response.

Once Liu Yan felt the silence between her and the old man had eased, she responded. . .

"I've known Yang Wei to be a demonic cultivator longer than anyone else. Even now, only a few disciples in this sect are aware of this other cultivation path. But for me, it doesn't matter what path he chooses, as long as he remains the outstanding and kind-hearted man he is."

The beauty's stern expression softened, almost like a smile. Whenever she talked about Yang Wei, she couldn't help but show her true feelings. Being with him always brought out her lively, youthful side. Just hearing his name was enough to calm her or ease her worries. A man who had the guts to pin her against a tree and whisper sweet nothings was the kind she secretly admired.

Looking at the elderly man, Liu Yan adjusted her glasses.

"You're worried that I or other disciples here will have problems with your stay on Grand Elder Peak, but it's actually the opposite."

Patriarch Bloodflame's slightly wrinkled face seemed to smooth out a bit at her words, as if he had gained some youth from the relieving news. "R-, Really?" he asked, finding it hard to believe.

Liu Yan nodded calmly.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Indeed. I've made it clear to everyone that the concept of righteousness and evil doesn't apply in cultivation and its techniques. Every technique has its purpose."

The more Liu Yan spoke, the wiser and more beautiful she appeared to Bloodflame. He couldn't help but wonder where she had been centuries ago──if he could marry someone as educated and understanding as her, he would have easily solved the problems of his Blood Demon Clan with a snap of his fingers.

Liu Yan continued to talk. . .

"The demonic cultivators who deserve divine punishment are the ones who take lives and cultivate by ingesting the essences of others... that's not what I've seen from your clan. Even though demonic cultivation techniques are labeled as evil, one must decide themself whether they want to be good or evil."

A radiant smile spread across Bloodflame's face, and he exclaimed with excitement, "YES! YES! That's exactly what I teach them—never stray from the right path!"

Liu Yan nodded. "I'm well aware..."

After that, she took her leave, giving the elderly man a small wave as she walked away. With each step she took, her large buttocks swayed from side to side like two big, soft peaches that pushed out more and more to the eyes of every man, looking fresher with each blink and more tempting with each step.

The clan members, husbands, and young men alike blushed as they watched her walk away, chuckling like perverts.

"Heh~"

"If only she were my wife..."

"Or mine."

Immediately, Patriarch Bloodflame stomped on the ground to grab their attention. "FOCUS!"

Everyone went back to packing.

Wives scolded their husbands and mothers did the same to their sons. "You'll be seeking death if you look at that woman in such a manner again!" - that was the word that came out from most of the women mouths as they slapped and yanked on the ears of these perverts.

...

Grand Elder Hall. . .

Mu Lin rested in a room provided for her, dressed in black and gold lace-trimmed nightwear as she lay uncomfortably on the bed. The pain from her spirit wounds still lingered, causing occasional stings like a constant burning sensation spreading at her side.

"I'm so tired..." she mumbled, shifting to the other side of the bed in hopes of finding some comfort. However, the change in position didn't alleviate her discomfort, and her sweat-covered face soured even more, resembling a squeezed lemon losing all its juices.

She let out a heavy sigh, her pale, dry lips cracking.

It doesn't seem like my condition's improving, but I don't want Wei to stress over me too much. My head's pounding like there's extra blood sloshing around, and even my joints feel stiff as if they're rusting. Bones ache, back's killing me like it's shouldering the weight of the world... Urrghh.

She spread her arms out on the bed.

"At this point it wouldn't be a crime to say I wanna die..."

Suddenly, a knock echoed on Mu Lin's door, and she groaned, "Who's there?" Her tone wasn't exactly friendly, but her mood had worsened as the days with the wound dragged on. She had been trying her best to hide any signs that the spirit wound was worse than she let on, especially since she wanted to appear fine when Yang Wei returned.

"It's me... Wei. Can I come in?" he asked.

"Of course..." Mu Lin replied.

Without hesitation, Yang Wei entered the room and observed the dimly lit space, finding Mu Lin lying in bed looking lost in thought.

As soon as Yang Wei entered the room, he frowned at the stifling heat and stuffiness. He realized that no one with poor health could comfortably stay in such conditions.

"Lin'er! You really need to start taking better care of yourself!"

He swiftly went over to the windows and flung them open, flooding the room with light and fresh air that swept away the musty smell.

Mu Lin winced as the sudden brightness hit her eyes, reacting almost like a vampire exposed to sunlight. "Close them, I don't want that much light!" she protested.

Yang Wei shook his head, dismissing her request.

"I'm sorry, but if you can endure such discomfort and claim you're fine, then I can't trust you to prioritize your health, young lady."

Rolling her eyes, Mu Lin covered herself with a thick blanket.

"You sound just like Feiyan, tch!"

Yang Wei sat down beside her on the bed and gently pulled down the blanket covering her face.

"I don't mind sounding like Feiyan if it means I'm looking out for you. What kind of man would I be if I let my irresponsible woman try to take care of herself?"

He crossed his arms and nodded proudly.

"If anything, I'm husband material par excellence. Heh, I'm top-notch husband material."

Mu Lin gave him an unimpressed stare, silently questioning his self-praise.

Meanwhile, Yang Wei was still lost in his own world, boasting about being the perfect husband.

"Did you come here to take care of me or to brag about being Mr. Perfect?" Mu Lin dryly asked.

With a sharp grin, Yang Wei replied, "I can do both. But right now, I'm more concerned about your health, so let's..." He suddenly stopped, catching Mu Lin's attention.

"What's wrong?" she asked, concerned.

Yang Wei leaned in close, his hand on her warm, sweaty cheeks, and playfully pressed them together. "Wait, did you just ask me to take care of you?" he teased with a flirtatious look. "No need to act tough. If you want some TLC from your man, just say the word."

Mu Lin frowned. "Please don't say that again."

Yang Wei nodded. "Fair point. I don't see myself as a 'daddy' anyway."

W-, where did that come from...? the beauty thought.

"Look, are you going to take care of me or not? Or would you rather go play Grand Elder instead of checking on me?"

Mu Lin asked, getting straight to the point.

Without hesitation, Yang Wei lifted her off the bed and cradled her in his arms like a baby.

"Well, I do have a surprise for you..."

"A surprise?"

"Mhm!"