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

Osmanthus World…

Yang Wei sat on the bed next to Mu Lin, who lay there looking a bit sick. He smiled at her, happy to spend his morning talking with her after such a long time.

"Stop looking at me like that…" Mu Lin groaned weakly.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Yang Wei raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Hm? What did I do?" he asked softly.

"You're looking at me weirdly again, like you enjoy seeing me sick and vulnerable," she said with a small frown.

Yang Wei stayed silent because, in a way, she was right.

Mu Lin's current condition had an unexpected charm. Her face was slightly flushed from the fever, with delicate beads of sweat on her forehead. Her usually bright, sparkling brown eyes looked dull and teary, adding a touch of vulnerability. She was bundled up in cozy blankets, peeking out with a soft, pained expression.

Normally, Mu Lin was known for her gorgeous beauty, unlike Huo Yue, who had an adorable charm. But now, being sick, she had an endearing aura of sweetness and gentleness that made Yang Wei want to take care of her.

Hrmm, she makes a good point, though. When did I start liking to see her look so vulnerable? I don't know; she just looks cute that way, I guess. Still, that doesn't make it any less weird. It's even stranger than when Mingyu would make me pretend to be sick so she could see what it's like to take care of a sick husband. Oh, goodness.

"Pffft──!!"

Yang Wei waved his hands dismissively, trying to hide his thoughts.

"Only a weird person would enjoy seeing his wife look sick and vulnerable. Definitely not me, haha."

He closed his eyes and sealed his lips to prevent any unnecessary chuckle.

Mu Lin gave him a firm side-eye, like she suspected him but didn't have substantial proof. "Sure, whatever you say…" she muttered suspiciously.

A brief silence settled between them.

This prompted Yang Wei to seize the moment to ask, "So, when do you think you'll be well enough to at least get out of here?"

Leaning closer, he placed his hand gently on Mu Lin's pale cheek and planted a small kiss on her neck.

"I've really missed our night sessions, you know~"

He kissed her neck again.

Mmm~ ♡…

Mu Lin's eyes closed slightly, and her jaw relaxed, as if a moan was about to escape her tired breath. But she managed to fight it off and gently pushed Yang Wei away.

"Remember, I still have those body aches from the spirit wounds." Experience new tales on empire

She looked into Yang Wei's crystal blue eyes, which held a hint of disappointment, and her expression softened. It was like a doting mother who would relent when her child couldn't have something they wanted because it was too expensive.

A soft sigh escaped her tired breath, and she told him, "If you really want us to do it now… th-, then we can."

Her hands, still on his chest from pushing him back earlier, applied a softer touch and sensually massaged his pectorals. This was her way of physically conveying her willingness to him.

Yang Wei smiled gently, observing how she was trying to please him despite not being in the best condition.

"Heh…" he chuckled softly.

Placing a hand on Mu Lin's head, Yang Wei gently patted her before saying, "It's okay, I guess I just missed you too much. But I don't think we should do it now since you're still in pain. I was being a little thoughtless, huh…" He continued smiling.

Mu Lin leaned back a bit, twiddling her thumbs as she looked to the side. She sheepishly mumbled, "I... well, a little pain from time to time during sex wouldn't be the worst thing in the world."

She received no response from Yang Wei.

Neither verbal nor physical.

When she looked back at him, she saw he was staring at her with eyes as wide as flashlights.

"Wh-, what──?!" Mu Lin's embarrassment deepened.

Yang Wei gestured with his hands in a calming manner, but she remained visibly flustered by his reaction. "Calm down. I was just surprised that you mentioned something like that," he explained.

Mu Lin pointed at him sharply and exclaimed, "Don't you dare bring this topic up again! I'm not into anything like that, got it?!"

"Yes, ma'am…" Yang Wei chuckled softly.

Seeing Mu Lin relax a bit, he stepped back and watched as she settled back onto the bed, snuggling into the blankets to regain her strength. She realized now why she had been advised not to indulge Yang Wei too much during his visits──it was exhausting.

"Well…" Yang Wei stood up, straightened his robes, and announced, "I'll take my leave so you can rest."

Mu Lin nodded once, her face still buried in blankets.

Clearing his throat poshly, Yang Wei straightened his back and walked away.

"Darling~!" Mu Lin called out suddenly.

Yang Wei paused and turned back, asking, "Yes?"

Looking a bit hesitant, Mu Lin hid her face further in the blanket, causing Yang Wei's heart to skip a beat inexplicably.

He blinked a few times to compose himself.

"Is something wrong?"

"Mmm…" Mu Lin's brown eyes darted around, looking at anything but Yang Wei. "Well, my father might bring up some awkward topics about us. Just be patient with him if he does, okay?" Her voice was a bit husky but charming in its own way.

Yang Wei tipped an imaginary hat and clicked his tongue.

"Whatever you say, my love."

He turned around and a rift opened before him.

With a backhanded wave, he added, "Dongmei will come by later to take care of you."

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A moment later, Yang Wei appeared on Spirit Harmony Peak, eyebrows raised in mild confusion.

"Did I set it to release me here?" he wondered aloud.

After a brief pause, he shrugged, "Oh well, I did want to visit Feng. I need him with me to check out that new part of Grand Elder Peak my disciples found."

With a clear thought in mind, Yang Wei opened his storage pouch and brought out the special folding fan Huo Yue had made for him as a goodbye present when he left for his year-long seclusion.

He'd been thinking of what to name the fan and settled on something simple like "Fate Defying Fan".

Besides his hair crown, which was with Mu Lingxi, this was one of his most precious possessions, considering the love Huo Yue put into making it.

He never failed to display the words, "Fate Defying Elder" that was skillfully embroidered on it. It was a good reminder to those junior disciples who dared not recognize him.

"Ah, yes~ peace and quiet at last…" Yang Wei said, feeling relaxed as he fanned himself.

Suddenly, a small shuffling sound came from his shaking storage pouch until Tianyi, his pet dragon, hopped out to rest on his left shoulder.

"Rawr!" the pet dragon barked.

Yang Wei smiled at his little companion. "Oh, Tianyi, I thought you'd still be sleeping."

The celestial dragon shook his head, panting excitedly like a dog.

Yang Wei looked into the distance and spoke thoughtfully…

"I shouldn't forget to step up your blood Qi cultivation by transferring my marrow to you. You're technically a blood cultivator since you consumed all those defective blood pills I made. We need to make sure you're prepared for when it's time to form your celestial gold core."

"Rawr! Rawr!" Tianyi responded eagerly.

Suddenly, an elder from the Mu Clan appeared out of thin air before Yang Wei, holding out a letter.

"Hm?" Yang Wei raised an eyebrow, staring at the letter being handed to him.

The abrupt teleportation didn't startle him.

He wasn't surprised that the Mu Clan elders were scared of him, so even this Clan Elder was shivering like a malnourished dog in the harsh winter.

"I have a letter for the Fate Defying Elder. It's from… Clan Patriarch Mu…"

The moment Yang Wei's finger made slight contact with the letter, the Clan Elder vanished like the wind, leaving not a single trace in sight.

"Ah, thanks?" Yang Wei said to the elder who was already gone.

He and Tianyi tilted their heads in confusion as they stared at the letter.

"Huh?"

"Rawr?"

The letter was so abrupt.

He felt even more uncomfortable remembering what Mu Lin had said about her father.

The timing was too uncanny.

Yang Wei tore the letter open and read its content.

[ Dear Fate Defying Elder,

I hope this letter finds you in good health and high spirits.

You may not know this, but our family holds certain traditions in high regard, especially those that involve the union of marriage. The time has come for you to prepare for the betrothal trial by fire, a sacred and esteemed rite that has been passed down through generations.

I know that you are indeed a worthy man for my daughter, Mu Lin, but I must see this through to the end.

Normally, it is custom to send this letter two months to the betrothal trial by fire, but given how strong Fate Defying Elder is, you are surely always prepared.

Fight till you break!

With respect and best wishes,

Mu Zhihao. ]

After he finished, he scratched the back of his neck and looked at Tianyi on his shoulder, "What does he mean? What sort of challenge is that old geezer referring to now?"

Tianyi, plainly staring at his master, shrugged, equally clueless.

RUUUUUUUUMBLE!

Suddenly, the ground started to rumble as though a stampede was approaching. Yang Wei looked ahead and saw Wu Fengtian, Jin Tianyu, and Huo Zhenwei running like mad dogs, their robes tattered and bodies badly wounded.

"SENIOR BROTHER YANG!"

"SENIOR BROTHER YANG!"

"BROTHER-IN-LAW!!"

They screamed Yang Wei's name like they'd lost their minds the moment they saw him.

"Huh?" said Yang Wei and Tianyi.

Then they saw an endless swarm of male disciples of varying sizes running like bulls just behind his three comrades. They swung swords, staffs, and spears, and others flashed their spirit beasts.

"I SHALL BE THE ONE WHO MARRIES THE PRIDEFUL JADE BEAUTY!"

"NO, IT'LL BE ME! FATE DEFYING ELDER CAN'T HAVE ALL THE NICE THINGS!"

"TODAY IS MY DAY OF VICTORY!!"

The betrothal trial by fire has begun. . .