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

Chapter 89: Entering the Huo Pill Pavilion; Once More, the World Must Hear of this Super Senior. The Big-Butt Beauty's Mission.

The two stepped into the Huo Pill Pavilion.

The inside revealed shelves adorned with jade vials, each housing mystical pills labeled with ancient characters.

The expansive halls buzzed with apothecary seniors and juniors in embroidered robes, fully engrossed in refining pills within their furnaces. Their movements were exact, tapping into the essence of spiritual energy.

Men bustled around, shuttling hefty wooden boxes and sacks filled with various herbs.

In a nutshell, it was a busy place.

...

Yang Wei strolled with his hands clasped behind his back as Wu Fengtian guided him, pointing out various disciples and providing explanations about each one he could recognize.

Out of the blue, Yang Wei asked, "So, how are Huo Zhenwei and Huo Yue related to this Pill Master Huo?"

"Oh, well, she's their Great Grand Aunt..."

"Great Grand Aunt? Wow, she must be old."

The thought of an old woman's face who slightly looked like Huo Yue already sent an irritating shiver down his spine.

"Well, she's likely around 320 years old by now."

Yang Wei quipped, "Wow, quite an age. What's her cultivation level?"

Rubbing his chin, Wu Fengtian gazed at the distant ceiling of the hall, searching for the answer. "It's been four years, but she was 7th level of Core Formation then." He chuckled, and shrugged right after as he said, "But knowing my master, she's probably a Nascent Soul cultivator by now."

"Impressive... is she beautiful?"

Immediately Yang Wei asked this, Wu Fengtian frowned at him.

"Is there a problem?" Yang Wei asked.

Wu Fengtian, holding his head, sighed, "I can't trust you around women. Infact, no one can! Both Zhenwei and I would be traumatized if she somehow develops a kernel of romantic interest in you."

Quickly, Yang Wei brought out his folding fan from his cloth belt where it was tucked in, and smacked Wu Fengtian's head with it.

*WHACK!*

Wu Fengtian, in pain, cried, "What did I do?!"

Yang Wei, gracefully fanning himself, replied, "You would dare call your Senior Brother a womanizer? How disappointing."

Rubbing the sore spot, Wu Fengtian defended, "I was just speaking my mind."

"Try that again, and I'll break that mind of yours." Yang Wei walked ahead, still fanning himself, now more like a Young Master than an average cultivator.

Yang Wei and Wu Fengtian strolled along some more.

"So, where's this Pill Master Huo? I've yet to see her," Yang Wei asked, highly curious.

With a small frown on his face, Wu Fengtian replied, "No, you're staying outside when I go see her."

Yang Wei clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "Treating your Senior Brother with such disregard? You won't even let me see the woman who trained you?"

"Of course I won't!" Wu Fengtian nodded eagerly, saying, "Before you know it, she goes from training me in the path of plants to giving you special night lessons!" Several throbbing veins popped out on the sides of his head and most prominently on his forehead. "Wasn't taking Huo Yue enough already?" he concluded.

Yang Wei closed his eyes disappointedly and looked away, fanning himself. "That was uncalled for." Out of nowhere, his shoulder accidentally bumped into an apothecary senior. "Ah, sorry," Yang Wei softly apologized, continuing to walk.

Five... Four... Three... Two... One... You dare?

Yawning tiredly, he felt the apothecary senior grab his shoulder.

Cultivators, predictable... he thought.

Yang Wei sighed looking at the apothecary senior's "grubby" fingers on his shoulder – more accurately, on his elegantly sewn attire. "Yes, can I help you?" he asked with zero concern.

The apothecary senior grinned mischievously, saying, "How daring of you to think you can walk away after disturbing me? You've got some nerve!"

Too tired for any useless confrontation of the sort, Yang Wei slapped the hand away, "If you don't have anything worth my time, I'll keep moving."

The apothecary senior, now fuming, along with several other disciples in the Huo Pill Pavilion, observed Wu Fengtian and Yang Wei strolling away with elegance. The apothecary senior couldn't help but notice the curious glances exchanged by his fellow apothecary disciples, sparking whispers among them.

"Wow, they made him look like such a fool."

"Well, he does look like a fool if we're being accurate..."

"Shh, be quiet! He'll hear us..."

The apothecary senior had enough and shouted, "How dare you?! D... Do you even know who I am?"

Already annoyed, Wu Fengtian turned abruptly, facing the apothecary senior. "NO! Do you know who this man is?" Wu Fengtian presented Yang Wei, who dramatically swished his robes and turned smoothly.

The apothecary senior was surprised by how they weren't taking this seriously.

Wu Fengtian then asked the apothecary senior, "Are you the Young Master of a prestigious clan?"

"N... No, why would I be?" he answered.

"The Star Disciple of an Inner Sect?"

"Eh, no..."

"Outer Sect?"

"N-no."

"Related to Pill Master Huo?"

"No?"

"..."

"..."

Then, Wu Fengtian abruptly shouted, with so much power that his throat felt like it would shatter, "THEN, WHY WOULD THE GREAT YANG WEI, STAR DISCIPLE OF THE DRAGON BLOSSOM SECT'S INNER SECT, KNOW WHO YOU, A LOWLY APOTHECARY SENIOR, ARE?!"

...

Across the halls of the Huo Pill Pavilion, the distant scream of Wu Fengtian reached three women. Among them, Hu Meizhen and Deng Rulan recognized the name being screamed.

Yang Wei.

The third woman, Liu Yan, dropped her wooden herb container in shock.

Yang Wei... Why in Heaven's name are you here?! she thought, already worried about him.

Deng Rulan grinned at Liu Yan, saying, "Sweetie, that name you just heard—Yang Wei, he's one of our top targets. Imagine the spiritual energy he's got in that body of his. AaaAAHhn~ Just thinking about it makes me hungry~~" She sensually licked the tips of her fingers, a seductive look in her eyes.

Hu Meizhen protested, "No! Sister Deng, only call me sweetie, not Yang Mi!"

Deng Rulan sighed, patting Hu Meizhen on the head, "No need to be jealous. Yang Mi's a fun girl too."

Hu Meizhen frowned, eyeing Liu Yan's godly figure—she had curves in all the right places. Pouting, she grumbled, "You like her body more than mine, don't you?"

Deng Rulan reassured her, "Of course not. I love both your bodies."

So far, Liu Yan hadn't said a word, still in shock.

Currently, she was operating under the new identity – Yang Mi.

Her primary mission involved infiltrating the White Serpent Sect to gather information that the Dragon Blossom Sect could use to cripple them or provide irrefutable evidence to the Heavenly Court, ultimately bringing an end to them.

While her appearance remained unchanged, her Gong Zhu Liu hairstyle and glasses were conspicuous by their absence. Despite retaining her beauty with long black hair, the lack of glasses seemed to strip away some of her previous "motherly" maturity.

Deng Rulan stood upright, winking at the men who'd been eyeing her backside.

Hu Meizhen growled, scaring them away.

Deng Rulan chuckled and suggested, "Come on, let's see what this... Yang Wei is about. Although, I'm quite surprised an Inner Sect's Star Disciple would walk into our hands so easily."

She strolled forward, with Hu Meizhen guarding her wonderfully shaped ass from the eyes of ogling men.

Of course, if Hu Meizhen didn't have a brain the size of a mustard seed, she'd know she had an even fatter ass than Deng Rulan which jiggled as she protectively guarded her precious Sister Deng.

As for Liu Yan, she was still a bit confused.

Yang Wei, why do you always seem to get into unnecessary trouble... I wish you stayed back at the sect, maybe then you'd be safe from these perverted serpents.

She tightened her fists.

"Sweetie, come join us already~" Deng Rulan called to her.

"Um, yes," Liu Yan said as she followed after them.