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

Chapter 145: Journeying to the Dragon Blossom Sect for Peace Talks.

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In the blink of an eye, 10 days had flown by, and Yang Wei spent that time cultivating with the beast cores he had.

So far, he hadn't done any personal spirit root cultivation because he needed specialized meridians for his breakthrough, and he hadn't gained access to them yet.

However, his training with Li Meixiu in the Dimensional Osmanthus World hadn't stopped. He'd trained there vigorously for a little over a month, which was roughly equivalent to five days in the actual world. Currently, he was slowly perfecting the second and third forms of the Six Foundational Steps of the Black Tortoise.

His grasp of the first form, the Serpent's Coil Stance, was now beyond perfection.

Yang Wei hadn't accessed the Celestial Serpent-Dragon Ascendancy Codex yet, but only because he was on White Serpent Sect grounds. He didn't want to risk using it there, so he preferred to practice it back in the Dragon Blossom Sect. Now, the most important thing for him wasn't just cultivating to reach the pinnacle of all his current disciplines.

He was also focused on ensuring that everything would go smoothly with the peace talks scheduled to start that day.

Out of the 1,300 women in the White Serpent Sect, 150 were being taken into what most could only call "enemy territory".

Of the four chief elders, only Sun Yurong and Gu Yen had made sure that the disciples of the White Serpent Sect were well-educated on what they were going to do there. They hadn't told them the real truth about why they were going, instead, they simply said it was kind of a field trip for a new sect like them to learn from more prestigious and capable sects like the Dragon Blossom Sect.

Never would they have thought it was possible for them to associate with an upper-class sect, but the only reason this was even possible was because Sun Yurong had managed to convince the matriarchs using Bai Suzhen as a key factor, while Liu Yan spoke with the peak chiefs and matriarchs and convinced them to call for a peace talk.

Still, the more enlightened people of both sects knew that this diplomatic talk could end in bloodshed simply because of one individual...

Matriarch Liáng X?nyuè, the Dragon Blossom Star.

"How far is this sect anyway?"

"Yeah, I feel like we've been flying for hours..."

"We should've just used the Serpent Transportation Array!"

"That'd be deadly for some of us with weaker cultivation bases.."

Most of the female disciples were already getting impatient.

They traveled across the Linwu Kingdom on the Lotus Blossom Ark.

Most of them were a bit confused why they had this mode of transport instead of something serpent-themed, but it turned out that Matriarch Fangblade and Dragon Star were the ones behind its creation, and they both had equal rights to use it.

This transportation was a massive lotus flower that, when its petals unfurled, revealed a spacious interior protected by powerful enchantments.

Currently, it was floating high in the skies, guided by the sect's spiritual energy.

As the female disciples chatted amongst themselves, Yang Wei sat alone in a lotus position, in his now "usual" female form.

Suddenly, Deng Rulan and Hu Meizhen approached him.

"Hey, have you seen Yang Mi around lately?" Hu Meizhen asked bluntly.

Deng Rulan intervened, placing a hand in front of Hu Meizhen and shaking her head. "That's not how you make a polite request," she scolded gently. Turning to Yang Wei, she smiled. "Yang Mi was supposed to join us on the field trip to the Dragon Blossom Sect, but we haven't seen her. You're usually with her. Do you know where she went?"

Yang Wei remained mostly silent, knowing he couldn't reveal that Liu Yan had already returned to the sect ten days ago. He cleared his throat. "No, I haven't seen her in almost a week."

Hu Meizhen clicked her tongue disapprovingly. "Tch, he doesn't even know," she muttered, rolling her eyes. "Honestly, what do the female disciples even know these days?" Experience exclusive tales on m v|l -NovelBin.net

Deng Rulan chuckled at Hu Meizhen's comment. "You talk like our sect has been here for ages."

Hu Meizhen grinned and gave Deng Rulan a thumbs up. "Well, our sect might as well have been here for ages. Being friends with Sister Deng always feels that way."

Deng Rulan tilted her head. "What way?"

Hu Meizhen blushed and replied, "Like we've been together for ages."

Deng Rulan chuckled. "Well, it does mostly feel like that sometimes."

Yang Wei abruptly stood up and began walking away.

Hu Meizhen shouted after him, "Where are you going?! Come back here now, we haven't dismissed you!"

Yang Wei yawned, replying casually, "To find somewhere I won't have to vomit."

Gritting her teeth, Hu Meizhen marched forward, her breasts bouncing with each step. She firmly gripped Yang Wei's shoulder and shouted, "Bitch! What did you just dare say?!"

Yang Wei yawned again, unfazed. "Didn't you hear me? Or are your breasts so big they're cutting off blood flow to your brain?" With a swift movement, he slapped Hu Meizhen's hand off his shoulder and turned to walk away.

The onlookers were already surprised by Yang Wei's boldness. They couldn't believe someone would speak back to Hu Meizhen, a Missionary Elder.

"Imagine speaking back to an elder!"

"That can't be me!"

"She's a bold one, the position of Star Disciple must be getting to her head!"

"Such an entitled brat...!"

The murmurs of the female disciples around indicated they were slowly losing their high opinion of her. Sensing the need to reinforce her status, Hu Meizhen felt a surge of anger building within her. She squeezed her face like she was trying to swallow a bunch of spiky, dry rocks.

Deng Rulan sighed, knowing what was about to unfold.

Mei lacks control... Sigh~

Hu Meizhen pointed angrily at Yang Wei's retreating figure and shouted, "You, a mere grain of sand in the vast desert of cultivation, utterly inconsequential, would dare challenge me, a missionary elder of this sect?!"

Yang Wei, however, ignored her completely, yawning as he walked away. "Yes, yes, you're indeed a delusional woman," he muttered. "Why don't you save that nonsense talk for Yang Wei when you meet him at the Dragon Blossom Sect... elder?"

Yang Wei's words shocked everyone, feeling more like a violation than an insult.

"Did she really just say that?!"

"She must be courting death!"

"To think she would dare call a man's name in our sect, especially one as hated as that arrogant bastard called Yang Wei!"

"I heard he molested Senior Sister Meizhen!"

"Shhhh! Don't let them hear you!"

Deng Rulan sighed and counted down, "Three, two, one..."

Veins bulged on Hu Meizhen's furious, burning red face as she shouted, "HOW DARE YOU?!"

Then, she thrust her right claw forward, and the aura of a huge black cobra shot toward Yang Wei almost instantly.

"That's the Fang Peak Killing Arts!"

"Mingyu is done for now!"

"This will be brutal!"

"Hm?" Yang Wei spotted the fast-moving attack from the corner of his eye.

Just when everyone thought the attack would hit him, he used the Dragon Blossom Four Steps to swiftly evade the cobra aura projection. To add his own twist, he incorporated the Resilient Rotation from the Eight Progressive Steps of the Tortoise Sovereign's Kata, making his dodges even smoother. Then, he lunged straight for Hu Meizhen with lightning speed, faster than Deng Rulan could follow.

His movements created a gust of wind, like a tempest blowing through the area.

"Such speed!"

The disciples were shook.

Before he could deliver the decapitating blow, a loud voice boomed.

"ENOUGH!!"

The sheer spiritual pressure from the voice caused disciples with lesser cultivation bases to fall to their knees.

Yang Wei paused, his hand chop inches away from Hu Meizhen, who was now drenched in cold sweat.

How was she able too... Deng Rulan stood there in shock.

Hu Meizhen on the other hand, was too paralyzed with fear to think.

Everyone else looked up to locate the source of the explodingly loud voice, and they spotted all three of the four chief elders gracefully hovering on their swords above the crowd.