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

Chapter 162: Reawakening; Special Time with Huo Yue and the Complications of More than One Woman.

Yang Wei jolted awake, gasping for breath.

As he glanced around his dimly lit room, he realized he was back home.

"What the heck is happening?" he muttered to himself, rubbing his temples.

Okay, so I got bombarded with countless information about celestial dragons and dragon vein cultivation, but apart from that, my memory's a tad hazy. Well, at least I still remember how to craft a true dragon sword from start to finish... and it seems like my cultivation base is stabilized.

"Piidi! Piidi!"

Yang Wei knew that sound too well not to have known where it came from. His gaze fell on the golden slime perched on his shoulder, and gently emitting soft noises. "You're still here, huh?" he said partly annoyed, and yet amused that it followed him all the way from the other realm.

Oh, then where's Yuying!

Suddenly, footsteps approached his room.

The door slid open, revealing Huo Yue holding a small candle. "Wei Shuai?" she said, tilting her head with a smile. "Welcome back! I didn't expect you to wake up so soon."

Yang Wei scratched his head. "Uh, how... long was I out?"

Thoughtfully tapping an index on her chin, Huo Yue replied, "Not even a full day. You just appeared in the courtyard out of nowhere and collapsed. It got me really worried. So, I called Zhenwei and Tianyu to see what was wrong with you, and they said you'd be fine." Closing the door behind her, she added, "That's why you're here now."

Yang Wei nodded slowly, and the golden slime mimicked his movements. "Got it," he said.

Still looking very curious, Huo Yue asked, "So, what's that thing on your shoulder?"

"Eh?" said Yang Wei.

"Piidi?" the slime matched his words.

Huo Yue pointed at the living, breathing viscous mass on his shoulders and said, "Uhm, that... slime?"

Yang Wei shrugged, the time to be bothered about it was long gone. "Honestly, I have no clue..." The golden slime chirped in agreement before bouncing onto his head, settling there comfortably.

Huo Yue chuckled softly, at a loss for words. "Well, okay then," she said with a smile, her cherry lips glistening in the candlelight.

...

"This is absolutely unfair!"

Mu Lingxi was stomping through the residential area on her way to her old place, which was basically Yang Wei's pad now. She didn't seem too thrilled, marching like she was on a mission, with her eyes sharp like she was ready to hunt something down.

First, he up and leaves without even bothering to clue me in. Then, when we finally reunite in Tiancheng City and have an amazing time together, he showers me with gifts. But when he heads back to the sect, he doesn't even bother filling me in on anything! Now, I'm the one who has to go track him down... And it's not like I'm missing him or anything, it's just... okay, fine, maybe I do miss him a bit.

Meanwhile, Mu Lin emerged from her home, elegantly fanning herself with a folding fan despite the cool breeze. "Yang Wei hasn't come to see me yet, but I bet he's just too busy cultivating," she mused with a chuckle. "Well, I'll do him a favor and go check on him, and maybe make him something delicious while I'm at it."

With graceful, unhurried steps, she moved forward, exuding an air of elegance like a peacock read to display its feathers. However, her serene demeanor quickly changed when she spotted Mu Lingxi ahead. Quickly ducking behind a corner to avoid being seen, she watched her sister with suspicion. "What's she doing here?" she murmured to herself, squinting her eyes as she observed.

Meanwhile, Mu Lingxi stood before the wooden gate, adjusting her hair and attire to appear more presentable, though she was always a woman of confidence and charm.

Seeing this, Mu Lin scoffed quietly to herself. "She probably wants to see my Wei first to prove she's a good First Martial Sister. Hmph, desperate woman," she muttered, unfolding her fan and fanning herself as she walked away.

...

Yang Wei and Huo Yue sat together on the veranda, enjoying the cool night breeze in the spacious courtyard. Huo Yue was cozied up close to Yang Wei, holding a bowl of special seafood shrimps smothered in a sweet, savory sauce. With a pair of chopsticks, she plucked one shrimp and offered it to Yang Wei, "Come on, give it a try~" she said.

"Hmm, okay." Yang Wei parted his lips, "Ahhhh."

She grinned as she fed it to him.

After that, she eagerly watched him take each bite, and the smile on her face grew wider the more she did. At this point, she couldn't stop herself from doting on him, simply the idea of watching him peacefully eat, made her happy. "So, how does it... taste?" she asked him.

Yang Wei's eyes widened in delight after chewing on the shrimp for a moment. "Wow, this is amazing!" he exclaimed, his grin mirroring his enthusiasm.

"Well, it was originally my mother's recipe, but she could never quite get it right. However, my father always enjoyed it because he could taste the love and effort she put into trying to perfect this dish over time..." As Huo Yue spoke, her smile faded into a more somber expression, and she dropped the chopsticks into the bowl, her mood shifting

Seeing the sadness creep onto Huo Yue's face, Yang Wei decided to lighten the mood. Clearing his throat dramatically, he declared, "Well, here's a little secret you should know..."

"Hm?" Huo Yue lifted her head a bit.

"Even if your food tasted like hot garbage, I'd still eat it happily."

Huo Yue looked at him, her solemn expression softening ever so slightly. She let out a forced chuckle and softly commented, "That's... quite the unique compliment."

Yang Wei took her hands gently, meeting her gaze directly. "But seriously," he said softly, "you deserve more than just compliments about your cooking skills. To put it simply, I love you enough to eat anything you make, not because of how it tastes or the effort you put in, but simply because it's made by you. You're not just something I want; you're someone I need."

Their fingers intertwined, and Yang Wei leaned in closer and spoke with a more tender voice. "You're essential to who I've become lately," he confessed sincerely.

Huo Yue started, "Yang Wei, I..."

Before she could say more, Yang Wei leaned in to kiss her. The bowl of shrimp she held gently dropped to the wooden floorboards, spilling only a bit. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and Yang Wei's arms went around her waist. Their lips not only pressed together but soon Yang Wei was sensually biting and caressing Huo Yue's cherry, soft lips with his teeth.

Huo Yue broke the kiss a bit and then said, "If it's that thing you want to do, I don't think I'm mentally prepared for that yet..."

Yang Wei chuckled and leaned in lower, pressing his forehead against hers. "You don't have to worry about me wanting to rush anything. I just wanted to kiss you since it's been a while. For me, a woman's virginity is the most sacred thing in the world, and with that comes commitment. I would never play with it lightly."

Huo Yue glanced shyly to the side. "It's not that I don't think you're the right person for me... it's not that at all..."

It's more like I don't think I'm the right person for you. You need someone better than me... I'm inconsequential. If he were to ever ascend, I don't think I'd be able to come along, considering how impressive his spirit roots are.

Yang Wei's hands moved from her buttocks to touch her cheeks, lifting her face up to his. "So, could you tell me?" he asked gently.

Huo Yue found it hard to speak. "Well... Umh..." But the words still couldn't leave her mouth. Enjoy new stories from m-v l'e|-NovelBin.net

Yang Wei looked at her with concern. "You can tell me anything, you know that, right? If I'm at fault, just let me know, and I'll do better."

"Well, it's..." Huo Yue began, but just then, the golden slime bounced into the room, shouting, "Piidi! Piidi!" Naturally, Yang Wei sighed.

Meanwhile,

Watching from afar, a small distance from the wooden gate, was Mu Lingxi. And she didn't look happy, nor was she angry. In that moment, she felt something she'd never felt before... jealousy, pain, and more than anything; how it felt to be hurt.

"This was a mistake..."

She turned away and left.