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

Chapter 60: Whispers in the Hot Springs, Yang Wei's Secret View, and Sun Yuying's Vulnerable Moment.

The White-haired Beauty, Sun Yuying.

She luxuriated in the hot spring, her soft, naked body soaked in the water.

This time, without the daoist robe concealing her banging figure, her skin appeared even whiter and more attractive. Her daoist robe might've appeared comfortable, but occasionally, Sun Yuying had to hold her breath to fit into her robe.

From his discreet vantage point in the bushes, Yang Wei observed her sensual soak.

In the steamy environment, Sun Yuying emitted a satisfied moan, unintentionally infusing it with a coquettish tone.

"Ahnnnn~ so warm~~"

Her huge breasts, now freely floating in the water, showcased light pink nipples subtly submerged. Placing a hand on one breast, she sighed, and slowly licked her full lips.

"I wish my breasts weren't so big; they hurt my back a lot. And yet, Lady Xiu Yulan insists I keep doing breast refinement to increase their quality alongside my usual body tempering practices. I'm sure the Outer robes are designed that way because she wants me to reveal more of my body and my breasts—she calls it the pride and joy of any woman, after all."

She then abruptly frowned, as if an unpleasant memory had jumped into her thoughts. But that wasn't far off, because the unpleasant memory was the perverted face of Yuan Po and other useless disciples staring at her breasts.

"Useless men, even the seniors of this sect have no decency."

If only they channeled that focus into meditation, they'd probably reach enlightenment faster. Yang Wei calmly thought with satisfied nods.

Cupping one of her breasts, the soft mound bulged out. Even her nipple, usually wrinkled into itself, perked up like a swollen pink tip. Her slender hand struggled to contain the fullness of her plump breast.

"I wish they were smaller. This body of mine doesn't make me a beauty, it just makes me a target, like them..."

Frustrated, Sun Yuying inadvertently applied more pressure on her breast which caused a sharp, sexually fulfilling pain, forcing her to moan, "Ahnnn~ too much~."

Nearby, Wu Fengtian, intrigued by the angelic sounds, attempted to rise but was swiftly silenced with a bitch-slap from Yang Wei, who sternly ordered him to shut up.

After that, Yang Wei continued observing. His pants didn't get tighter, but not because he wasn't aroused, but rather, it wasn't his first time seeing a woman naked and it certainly wouldn't be his last.

I refuse to believe this beautiful woman is merely bathing. She must be practicing some special technique which I, Yang Wei, must not miss. A fantastic and noble pursuit indeed.

Outwardly, however, he was smiling fiendishly.

Sun Yuying submerged herself further into the hot water, her heavy breasts resisting the pull but eventually succumbing as her hands guided them beneath the surface. Sighing, her heavy breath created ripples in the water. Bringing her hands together, she wedged them between her thighs.

"Yang Wei... *mutter* he made me look like an incompetent fool throughout this month. Even now, I doubt I can condense a better dragon sword than him, even when I use his mantra."

Yang Wei, calmly observing from the bushes, continued watching.

Sun Yuying expressed frustrations more.

"He's trying to make everything I've worked for, all that I am, and ever want to be, seem like a waste. All I want is to become as strong as possible so that I can help my remaining sisters at the Dragon Ridge Township. But that won't be possible with the way he belittles my achievements... I'll never get that chance."

Yang Wei's initial smile vanished.

She uttered, "I, Sun Yuying, hope you die alone, Yang Wei. Anyone with that kind of aptitude will suffer it."

Yang Wei's gaze turned solemn, losing interest in her bath.

Sun Yuying... trust me, I already know what that feels like. If it wasn't for my Mingyu, I'm sure I'd have drowned in my own depression.

Suddenly, Wu Fengtian perked up and screamed, but Yang Wei swiftly covered his mouth before Sun Yuying noticed.

Wu Fengtian, with a muffled voice, spoke, "I want to see jade-like nakedness!"

Yang Wei whispered loudly, "NO!"

The two wrestled behind the shrubbery, catching Sun Yuying's attention with the rustling leaves. She turned, "Who's there?!" she demanded.

Yang Wei and Wu Fengtian paused, both realizing their predicament. Simultaneously, they exclaimed, "Crap."

Suddenly, Yang Wei felt a sharp pain in his body, "Ugnh!"

Due to his unstable cultivation base and lack of nutrition, he tumbled backward out of the shrubbery, crashing onto some clothes near the edge of the hot springs.

Wu Fengtian, sensing trouble, abandoned any desire to see Sun Yuying naked and bolted away. "I won't die today!"

Sun Yuying swiftly covered her breasts, arms wrapped protectively around them. Her lower body soaked in the hot springs, providing some modesty.

Yang Wei found himself with her purple undergarments wrapped around his face, prompting a sigh and an eye roll.

This is the part where she screams and then tells me she'll torture my soul for eternity... *sigh*

Despite the situation, he removed the undergarments.

"Y... Yang Wei?" Sun Yuying stuttered, recognizing him.

She hesitated, eyeing her sheathed jian on the other side of the springs. It was like she wanted to reach for it, but didn't have the mind.

Yang Wei noticed her fear.

"Hm?"

Usually, Sun Yuying was an indifferent woman of elegance, but when it came to men and intimacy, she could be as ruthless as an animal. But right now, she showed no hostility; instead, she was scared, and her cheeks were red. Not because she was embarrassed, rather her face screamed, "Please stop looking."

Still covering herself, she requested, "Please, c... Could you not look at me? I'm not... comfortable." Her body shivered as if fearing for her life.

Yang Wei promptly stood up, averting his gaze, asking, "Is this fine?"

Sun Yuying, still covering her breasts, slowly dressed.

The distress on her face was evident.

She'd have dressed faster if she could, but she looked mentally hurt.

Once clothed, she mumbled a grateful, "T... Thank you."

Yang Wei casually replied, "No problem."

"Um, Brother Yang..."

"Is there a problem?"

"N... no, but could you please... not speak of what happened here to anyone. I... I beg you..."

"My lips are sealed."

"Th... thank you."

She left slowly and unlike her graceful self.

"Strange," Yang Wei commented.