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

Chapter 49: Frog's Tale of the Living Blade, Sun Yuying's First Reluctant Crush.

In the dim tunnels, Yang Wei caught Sun Yuying, preventing her from hitting the ground.

His hand unintentionally found its way to her soft, springy buttocks, giving it an unexpected squeeze.

Wow, the quality of buttocks the women in this world have is almost too unbelievable. Wu Mingyu had an ass like this, although hers was a little... too big.

Both froze, staring at each other in silence.

Breaking the awkward moment, Yang Wei asked again, "Are you okay?" His calm expression seemed at odds with the intimate contact.

Sun Yuying remained silent. The intimate hand-to-buttocks touch triggered tragic memories of screams and slaughter.

"Don't... Touch me," she said with a low and shaky voice.

"What? I didn't get that?"

"I said... DON'T TOUCH ME!!"

Breaking free from Yang Wei's grasp, Sun Yuying conjured a glowing blue sword made purely of energy. Lunging for Yang Wei's neck, her attack was swift, but he reacted instantly, creating his own dragon sword and effortlessly striking hers. Their blades clashed and Yang Wei's sword cut through hers like butter.

How did he...?! Sun Yuying thought.

Ignoring her shock, Yang Wei examined his dragon sword.

It's still not perfect yet. The formation speed and cutting power is lacking.

He shook his head in dissatisfaction.

Sun Yuying, still processing the encounter, stammered, "H... How did you do that? How did you effortlessly destroy my dragon sword?"

Dramatically flinging the hem of his robes back, Yang Wei walked past her, throwing his dragon sword behind him. It spun in the air and stabbed into the ground as he lifted his head with closed eyes, sporting one of his usual smug expressions.

"Within your current realm, it's too early for you to understand. The essence of cultivation expresses itself as a relentless quest for enlightenment."

He changed his voice, choosing to mimic a typical Buddhist monk.

"White-haired beauty, I will share a little of these sacred teachings with you… One who claims to be one with the sword is a frog in a well. The sword is its own entity, and one must tame it to grasp its true intent. This is the Frog's Tale of the Living Blade."

But then, Yang Wei realized he made an error.

Wait, isn't she at a higher realm than me? Whatever, it still works since I said it so profoundly. That's pretty much all they care about.

Finally standing upright, Sun Yuying, still in disbelief, watched as Yang Wei walked away with both arms behind his back.

Sun Yuying rushed to inspect Yang Wei's dragon sword, still stuck in the ground.

She touched and analyzed it.

This dragon sword, it's a bit superior to the ones out there. But the way it's made is pretty much the same, and... The spirit signs suggest the person who crafted it is at the third level of Mortal Realm. Does that mean...!

Shock flickered across her face.

Shouting after the departing Yang Wei, Sun Yuying pleaded, "Please, wait!"

Pausing but not turning back, Yang Wei said, "Hm?"

"What's your name?" She asked.

His simple response echoed in the tunnel, "Yang Wei." He continued walking away, leaving Sun Yuying charmed, her cheeks slightly flushed as she watched him depart.

Her eyes had yet to leave his figure.

It's not possible. He can't still be stuck in the Mortal Realm with this kind of aptitude. If he's truly an Outer Sect disciple like me, he should easily have become a Star Disciple like myself. Unless he slipped into the Outer Sect through some backdoor? None of this adds up. There's this excellence about him that's like he's on par with a Core Disciple.

Placing a hand on her chest, she mumbled, "Yang Wei..."

My chest, it feels strange. And why is my heart banging so hard, like I... like I...

Then, in a sudden shift of mood, her hand moved from her chest to her buttocks, mimicking Yang Wei's earlier touch.

He touched me there... a place I swore no man would ever touch to honor my sisters. But oddly enough, I'm not furious about it. Instead, I feel somewhat lighter, like my meridians went through a small change. I don't get it... Did he mess with me somehow when he touched me there, or am I just...

Squeezing her own soft behind, her face flushed, and she almost let out a moan, "Ahhnn~~" before biting her lip to stifle it.

WHAT DID I JUST DO?! she angrily thought.

Frustrated, she punched a nearby wall, shaking the tunnel.

Slowly, her fist started bleeding.

Why did I, Sun Yuying, let myself do something so impure? How did I enjoy something like that, something so degrading? It's like I forgot that all men are scum, even the ones playing angels – they're all scum! Just the thought of something as impure as him touching me and me actually enjoying it is an insult to all my sisters! Have I not learned anything?

Apparently, I haven't...

Turning away, she clenched her fist, declaring with a stern face, "Yang Wei, I will destroy you."

Back to her cave abode, Sun Yuying immediately cultivated the third realm of Dragon Vein Cultivation.

I'm already at peak-level Dragon Sword Formation, but after seeing what "he" did, I'm more than convinced that there's more to it. To reach the peak of the third realm, it took me five days, so with vigorous effort I should be able to match the quality of his dragon sword.

Unlike others who maintained a lotus position, she stood, performing rapid two-handed mudras that drew dragon vein Qi to her.

Yang Wei... I understand your mantra.

A cultivator shouldn't just claim oneness with the sword. Instead, one needs to grasp that the sword has its own essence. Crafting the ultimate dragon sword requires humility.

One must recognize the sword's own nature. Taming the sword means building a deep connection with its being. That's how the cultivator grasps the sword's true intent, infusing that refined dragon vein Qi in harmony.

The end result? A sword that can destroy worlds!

Six hours later, sweat glistened on her beautiful face as she successfully crafted a supreme-quality dragon sword. Hovering in mid-air, its azure hue took on a darker shade, and a golden crest adorned its blade—the Crest of Supremity, an emblem of spirit-refinement four times or higher.

I... I did it...

Exhausted but in awe, Sun Yuying marveled at the brilliant blade. With a shocked expression, she muttered, "This sword can challenge early-stage Spirit Gathering cultivators." Her purple eyes remained fixated on the exceptional weapon as she continued, "The Frog's Tale of the Living Blade, that mantra is what's needed to surpass peak-level Dragon Sword Formation—a supreme level."

...

Emerging from the Dragon Vein Spirit Pool with her newly crafted dragon sword, Sun Yuying was quickly surrounded by curious disciples eager to see if she could rival the broken swords.

"Senior Sister, have you done it?!"

"Stupid question, I'm sure she has!"

"Our Goddess never fails!"

A junior disciple presented the broken blade. "Senior Sister, may I compare them?" he asked.

"Go ahead," Sun Yuying replied.

Like she ordered, he initiated the comparison.

After scrutinizing both swords for almost ten minutes, the junior disciple cautiously uttered, "Senior Sister's sword is quite powerful." Confident in her superiority, Sun Yuying proudly nodded, ready to leave.

Of course mine is superior...

However, the junior disciple added, "But the broken ones are still superior."

"WHAT?!!" every disciple present shouted.

Yuan Po, infuriated, marched towards the junior disciple, "You filthy bastard! Junior, you dare claim that a damaged dragon sword can surpass one belonging to my Goddess Yuying?!"

The junior disciple stammered, "I... I'm just being honest."

Yuan Po threatened, "And now, that honesty will get you killed!" Turning to Sun Yuying, he asked, "Junior Sister, what do you want me to do to this ant?"

Looking like she was going to cry, Sun Yuying ignored him, bitterly saying, "Nonsense," as she turned away and left, leaving the commotion behind.