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

Chapter 182: The White-haired Mage’s Witty Banter and the Peak Chief’s Ire. Behind the Temple Doors.

After Huo Zirou left, Yang Wei wasted no time and quickly prepared himself. He headed to the meeting place he and Guo Xiaomei had agreed upon the night before.

As soon as he arrived at the grove, he noticed something peculiar about the disciples from Green Sanctuary Peak that he hadn't picked up on before. They were all much more feminine and slender compared to others he had encountered. It might seem normal at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it was quite striking. Regardless of gender, they all had a delicate appearance.

Some of the males even seemed more feminine than the females, with a few of them sporting colored nail polish.

While he found it unsettling to see men behaving that way, Yang Wei refused to let it distract him.

"You'd think the men in this world would be preparing themselves to fight back, or at least aiming for some equality with the women. But no, they're just busy painting their nails and braiding their hair."

Shaking his head in disbelief, he hurried through one of the open paths in the peaceful grove.

As he passed by, all the cultivators wore happy expressions, some even had affectionate gleams in their eyes. Yang Wei didn't mind when beautiful women looked at him like that, but it was a bit much when even some male cultivators waved at him flirtatiously, mostly junior disciples.

"Eh?"

With his well-established reputation, every man wanted to be him, and every woman wanted to be with him, except for well... the few men who also wanted to be with him.

Before long, Yang Wei reached the deeper parts of the grove where Peak Chief Guo Xiaomei awaited him at the Sacred Grove Temple. This temple housed the Green Sanctuary Peak's most important artifacts, special-grade pills, herbs, and high-level medicinal manuals.

Guo Xiaomei was seated cross-legged on a bamboo mat just outside the temple entrance, wearing an indifferent expression.

"Sister Guo," Yang Wei greeted her with a wave as he approached.

As soon as Yang Wei stepped onto the temple grounds, Guo Xiaomei rose to her feet, though her expression remained indifferent.

It was clear she wasn't too thrilled to see him.

Yang Wei approached Guo Xiaomei with a smile. "You're here quite early," he remarked.

Guo Xiaomei didn't even bother to muster a friendly expression. Her face remained bland as she replied, "Seems like you enjoyed your sleep if you're coming this late." Without waiting for a response, she started walking into the temple, not bothering to see if he was following.

Yang Wei watched her walk away, shaking his head as if he were mentally tired rather than physically fatigued.

What's with her sudden coldness? Tsk, tsk, I can't seem to understand women in this world sometimes. Or, well... in general.

Swishing his sleeves, he clasped his hands behind his back and elegantly walked forward, chin held high.

They strolled through the long hallway inside the Sacred Grove Temple. The hallway stretched on endlessly, with a ceiling so high it was almost out of sight. Only a few candles were lit, casting a flickering glow, while the rest remained unlit. The air carried a soft scent of burning incense.

The stroll felt long and boring, so Yang Wei decided to bring up a topic, "So, where are we going? You haven't exactly told me."

Guo Xiaomei didn't even bother to glance back; her cold demeanor made it hard for Yang Wei to strike up a decent conversation. He preferred good eye contact when chatting with a woman, but that seemed impossible since Guo Xiaomei always kept walking far ahead whenever he tried to keep up.

Rubbing his chin, he studied Guo Xiaomei from head to toe, humming thoughtfully.

She mentioned something about me enjoying my sleep, so maybe she knows about what Zirou and I did last night. Now that I think about it, Zirou was pretty loud when I was, you know, touching her. Still, it's not like my room was anywhere near Xiaomei's... unless she wanted to have some fun with me last night.

Finally, he sighed, realizing what might be behind her sudden change in attitude. "Is there something you'd like to tell me?" he asked. "I'm not comfortable with this sudden attitude you're giving me."

Guo Xiaomei glanced at him and replied curtly, "Hmph! It's nothing. Can we just get this over with? I have no interest in any more fruitless conversations."

With a wave of her sleeve, she whisked both herself and a still-confused Yang Wei into the air. Despite his confusion, Yang Wei managed to keep a relatively calm expression as they soared through the air toward a spacious area located in the upper reaches of the temple's interior.

As they flew, he noticed several inscriptions on the walls depicting a sage refining a pill, but the process seemed different from the usual forms and stances of pill refinement. It appeared as though the individual was incorporating breathing techniques and a unique kind of kata that resembled a transformative body refinement.

"Wow," Yang Wei exclaimed, genuinely impressed by the illustrations. Turning to Guo Xiaomei, he asked, "What are these illustrations?"

Guo Xiaomei responded coldly, "It's none of your business. Don't bother learning it; it's far beyond your comprehension, even I, an Apothecary Grandmaster, can't fully understand it."

Yang Wei looked at her and then back at the illustration. He closed his eyes and cleared his throat dramatically, "Just because you can't comprehend it doesn't mean I can't," he countered. "For all I know, it might be something simple.",

Guo Xiaomei glared at him. "Are you calling me stupid?" she snapped.

The white-haired mage maintained a calm demeanor, hands tucked dramatically behind his back like a wise scholar. "Hmm, did you ever hear me say such a thing? You women and your hot temper," he replied. "I'm simply saying my comprehension of pill refinement is more profound than yours."

Grunting heavily with a clearly frustrated expression, Guo Xiaomei exclaimed, "Ugh! You're so unbelievable!" she increased their flight upwards until they arrived in a large space that felt like it had far greater gravity than the temple's lower reaches.

Upon arrival, Yang Wei immediately noticed a huge door at the other end of the space, emanating an aura protected by a powerful spell formation that could be the only cause of the multiplied gravity.

"Whatever's behind that door must be really important," Yang Wei commented plainly.

Guo Xiaomei cleared her throat. "Ahem, it only holds one object, one of the most important on this peak, and something very special to me," she explained with a more thoughtful voice that truly showed how important this mystery item was.

"I see," Yang Wei replied, smiling warmly. "If you're showing me, then I must be important to you too."

With with could only be called a pokerface, Guo Xiaomei shook her head. "Don't deceive yourself. If you plan to keep this up, we can turn back now and forget about this whole thing," she retorted.

Yang Wei gestured with his hands to calm her down. "Okay, okay, calm down. I was just joking," he reassured her.

"Hmph! As if I have the time for your bland jokes!" Guo Xiaomei stepped forward with a scoff.

Without warning, Yang Wei's golden slime emerged from the darker corners of the room, exclaiming, "Piidi! Piidi!" before jumping onto Yang Wei's face in its usual playful embrace.

Yang Wei chuckled and gently patted the slime until it let go. He had learned that the best way to remove the slime was through gentle pats. Previously, he had tried to scrape it off, but that only made it cling tighter. "What are you doing here?" he asked, amused.

The golden slime repeated, "Piidi! Piidi!"

Guo Xiaomei looked at them both and explained, "One of my disciples watched over it. I brought it with me to the temple and it decided to surprise you by waiting here till you arrived."

"Good? I guess..." Yang Wei raised an eyebrow.

"Whatever."

Guo Xiaomei turned to face the huge door that waited to be opened.