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

Yang Wei left the secret chambers, stretching lazily as he stepped into the open. His hands were a bit sticky, but he planned to wash them before leaving.

Looking side-to-side, he said, "Now, where's Feng..."

However, before he could fully savor the freedom, Huo Zirou dashed up to him with an urgent, somewhat addicted look on her face.

"Yang Wei, stop this!" she implored; there was a slight desperation in her tone.

He glanced back at her, acting innocent—like he didn't know what she was referring to. "Stop what?" he asked casually.

Huo Zirou's words spilled out in a rush. "You can't just leave me like this," she insisted, her cheeks progressively flushing pink. "I haven't... I haven't had my fill yet." She gently rubbed her thighs together, trying to satisfy herself the little she could, she still felt a strong rash between her legs that needed a good scratching.

With a resigned sigh, Yang Wei shook his head, processing her request. "So, you want more?" he summarized, raising an eyebrow.

Huo Zirou cast a furtive glance around before nodding, there was a strong sense of embarrassment written on her face. How could she, a Grandmaster, be shamelessly begging for sexual satisfaction from her "junior". Nevertheless, she knew to swallow her pride. "Yes," she admitted in a hushed tone, "I can sense myself nearing the third level of Nascent Soul."

"Tsk, tsk," Yang Wei clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

Pausing, he turned to face her directly.

He made sure to keep his expression stern.

"I have a principle," he said proudly. "I don't engage with virgins unless it's strictly unprofessional."

Enraged, Huo Zirou seized Yang Wei's collar, her grip tightening with each passing moment. "You insufferable bastard!" she seethed. "Are you suggesting everything we did in there was just business?"

Yang Wei met her gaze evenly, unaffected by her fury. "Pretty much," he confirmed nonchalantly.

Huo Zirou's frustration boiled over, her hand releasing its grip on his collar with a frustrated sigh. "You're impossible," she muttered under her breath.

Yang Wei raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "Because I won't sleep with you?" he teased lightly. "Guess I underestimated how eager you'd be after being tight all these centuries."

Huo Zirou's teeth clenched as she fought to contain her anger. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she accused, her voice trembling slightly.

Yang Wei let out another lazy yawn, his body stretching in a leisurely manner. With a casual wave, he began to turn away. "Maybe next time," he said, "I've got some cultivating to do."

Huo Zirou stood rooted to the spot, her fists clenched in frustration as she watched him walk away.

I've never... I've never wanted a man so much in my life, especially someone so much younger than me. It's quite shameful... He's around Zhenwei's age, and it feels like I'm preying on him to boost my cultivation, and even worse, for my own sexual cravings. But still...

Suddenly, she lifted her head defiantly.

"WEI'ER!"

Her voice was loud enough to ring out across the halls.

"We could always dual cultivate, on... on unprofessional terms if that's fine," she called out, her words thick with urgency and desperation. "It'd be faster than the regular method, wouldn't it?"

But then, she realized she might've said that a tad too loudly.

Most of her apothecary disciples were still actively walking the halls. And upon hearing her speak so shamelessly, they all stared at her.

The murmurs of the apothecary disciples erupted as they exchanged curious glances.

"Wow, I didn't know the Grandmaster was the type to chase young men."

"Well, Pill Master Huo is a competitive woman. And I mean, Yang Wei is quite talented, especially after proving it when he refined that Blood Strengthening Pill... maybe she has a hard-on for young, talented men."

"Yes, like every other woman in this world."

"Hmm, maybe he did more than look in-between the Pill Master's legs. I mean, look at how weak her steps are, even her hair's all messy."

"Wow, that Yang Wei is a quick worker... you'd think the Grandmaster would have more experience than him."

It got too much, and Huo Zirou quickly silenced them with a sharp command.

"Back to work!" she ordered with a firm tone. "If you have the time for idling around, why don't you use it to refine some pills!"

The disciples scattered, returning to their tasks with renewed sharpness.

By now, Yang Wei had already strolled quite a ways across the hall when suddenly she zipped in front of him faster than one could blink.

She grabbed his wrist in an instant. "Wait!"

Yang Wei rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Woman, you again?" he sighed.

Releasing his wrist, Huo Zirou folded her arms, her chest breasts slightly as she spoke. "Wei'er! Are you really going to make me beg?" she demanded. "It's a simple request, isn't it?"

Yang Wei held up a hand to silence her, his expression plain. "Look," he sighed, "it's not that I don't find you attractive. Your body is... well, let's just say it's appealing, and your 'jade gate' is quite the sight—"

Huo Zirou's cheeks flushed pink as she looked away, gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Of course it is," she admitted softly trying to force a prideful expression, "I am an elegant woman, after all."

Yang Wei continued, unfazed by her flattery. "But," he added seriously, "I value a woman's virginity and the commitment that comes with it."

"Commitment?" Huo Zirou repeated, instantly curious.

Yang Wei nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah," he clarified, "imagine if we sleep together, and then you decide to be with another man. I definitely wouldn't fancy such an idea..."

I mean, the men in this world are incompetent... but there should be a few capable ones at least.

Huo Zirou raised an eyebrow as a smug grin appeared on her lips. She kept her arms folded and leaned forward a bit to get a good look at Yang Wei—so she could tease him better, "Who knew the great Yang Wei had abandonment issues."

Shaking his head, Yang Wei scratched the back of his head. "Abandonment issues? Hmm, no," he retorted, "but when you have a wife who'd kill you for even looking at another woman, abandonment is the least of your worries."

"Huh?" Huo Zirou's confusion was heavy. "You really went off track there," she commented.

Yang Wei waved off her comment dismissively. "Never mind," he said, changing the subject, "we can discuss it another time. I'll be in Tiancheng City for a while, so I should be coming here from time to time."

As He turned to leave, Huo Zirou called after him. "Can you at least share the recipe for that Blood Strengthening Pill?" Her words were structured in a polite manner, and yet that authoritative tone was ever-present.

With a chuckle, Yang Wei shook his head. "Definitely not," he replied. Then, almost teasingly, he brought out a scroll and slowly dangled it—like he was telling her to come get it. "But if you're interested, it's available for the right price."

Huo Zirou glared at his retreating figure, frustration appearing in her expression. "Arrogant bastard!" she muttered under her breath.

Clearly hearing her, Yang Wei tossed a casual remark over his shoulder. "I love you too," he quipped.

Her anger vanished, and now Huo Zirou was smiling. "That man, honestly..." she muttered affectionately.

Still, I can't say I don't like his personality... sometimes.