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

Chapter 93: Taking the Apothecary Grandmaster Behind Doors.

Yang Wei successfully crafted the "basic fourth-grade" pill called the Blood Strengthening Pill. But what really blew everyone's minds was how he did it in mere minutes. And to top it off, when Huo Zirou insisted on her senior apothecaries double-checking the pill to confirm it was top-tier quality, they ended up declaring it was actually premium fifth-grade body refinement pill.

Just like that, Yang Wei won the wager against Huo Zirou.

...

Yang Wei retrieved the Blood Strengthening Pill and tucked it into his robes.

There was that look on his face; a casual yet assured one.

Turning to face Huo Zirou, their eyes locked, and she felt her body quiver with an unusual fear.

The air of pride she usually displayed slowly wavered.

Advancing slowly, Yang Wei addressed her calmly. "I trust you remember our agreement," he said with a measured tone.

Huo Zirou's retort was swift. "That's preposterous!" she protested. "W-would you willingly submit to emasculation if the tables were turned?"

With an indifferent yawn, Yang Wei regarded her coolly. "That's the whole point of a wager," he replied. "Don't make one unless you're prepared to honor it."

Eh, well... *mental side-eye* if somehow I lost that, I'm sure I wouldn't keep to my end of the bargain... but that's by the way.

Closing the distance, Huo Zirou recoiled slightly, her composure faltering even more.

There was frustration on her face. Even the way she grit her teeth as she hatefully stared at Yang Wei could be felt by everyone present.

Don't lose your composure, Zirou. You've dealt with much bigger things than this arrogant Junior! I won't let him put me and my title as Pill Master to shame!!

Shortly after her brief thought, she managed to steel herself.

Huo Zirou boldly pointed at Yang Wei.

"Such nonsense! I'm an Apothecary Grandmaster, a woman and most of all, a Nascent Soul cultivator! Are you really daring enough to go against my wishes? A lowly Foundation Establishment cultivator?!" She stepped forward a bit. "If I refuse to spread my legs open for cultivation trash like you, there's nothing you can do about it!"

Everything she said came out with a sharp tone.

Unperturbed, Yang Wei idly cleaned his ear with a pinky finger before responding. "Sure, whatever," he conceded nonchalantly.

Huo Zirou was taken aback by his nonchalant attitude, but she attempted to maintain composure. She straightened up even more and cleared her throat, trying to sound authoritative. "Good," she started, "I'm glad you understand—"

Before she could finish, Yang Wei interrupted with a shrug. "It's up to you whether you keep your end of the wager," he said, "but remember how it reflects on you."

Confused, Huo Zirou asked, "What do you mean?"

Yang Wei winked at her, "Let me spell it out for you. Your disciples will see you as a disgusting, uncultured old hag who can't keep her word or face the consequences of her actions."

Huo Zirou's eyes widened.

Shock. It was clearly written on her face.

"Apothecary disciples, isn't that right?" Yang Wei asked them with a side-eye and a sly smile, all while still picking his ear.

When Huo Zirou glanced at them, they all took a step back, wearing expressions of disappointment. It was like they were unsure of what to make of the situation. Perhaps they wouldn't view her as a shameless woman who couldn't own up to her actions if Yang Wei hadn't brought up the topic in the first place.

Meanwhile, Wu Fengtian rose to his feet, brushing off his attire.

When Huo Zirou noticed him, she panicked and pleaded with him, "P-please, Feng'er, talk t... to him! You wouldn't let them use your own master in such a depraved way, right?!"

But Wu Fengtian cut her off, "I'd prefer not to court death today," he quipped, deftly avoiding involvement.

Huo Zirou shouted at Wu Fengtian, "Bastard!"

Wu Fengtian, faking innocence, looked away as if he had nothing to do with it.

Huo Zirou was on the verge of losing her temper and was about to unleash her fury on him when suddenly, Yang Wei swept in and scooped her up in a bridal carry.

Outraged, Huo Zirou protested, "How dare you!"

With confident steps, Yang Wei proceeded toward the inner chambers, brushing off Huo Zirou's protests with his more-than-usual nonchalance. "No need to make a fuss," he remarked casually. "It'll only take 6 minutes."

"Six minutes?!" Huo Zirou exclaimed in disbelief. "Does it really take that long for a man to get aroused by a woman's spread open legs?"

"Who knows? I guess I'll have to find out."

The onlookers watched in shock as Yang Wei carried their Apothecary Grandmaster, behind closed doors.

Wu Fengtian, arms folded, shook his head in disbelief, "Senior Brother's luck with women is unbelievable. I'm never taking him anywhere women are again..."

...

Meanwhile, Hu Meizhen, witnessing this, clicked her tongue disapprovingly. "That Yang Wei rubs me the wrong way," she muttered disdainfully.

"Come on, let's go." That was all Deng Rulan said as she elegantly walked away with her usual seductive charm.

Hu Meizhen, quick to follow, shouted, "Yes sister!"

However, Liu Yan lingered for a moment, her gaze fixed on the door through which Yang Wei had disappeared with Huo Zirou. Some displeasure and disappointment shadowed her features as she sighed resignedly.

It's hard to believe you're this sort of person... Yang Wei. I know what you did when you came to the sect was because they attacked you first... But here, I expected a little more from you.

She adjusted some of her hair bangs.

I guess I don't know you all that well...

With a final glance, she shook her head and left with the two.

...

In the sizable room, Yang Wei and Huo Zirou were all alone.

Huo Zirou stood before him, her hands trembling with.

"T-This isn't fair..."

"You can't just…"

Not having the time to listen, Yang Wei ordered her, "Pull you dress up."

She stuttered out, "S-Shut up!"

With a deliberate slowness from fear, she grabbed the hem of her dress and began to lift it, leaning against the wall. As her dress ascended tantalizingly, her sexy underwear was revealed.

"Is... this fine?" she asked, shyly looking away.

Yang Wei responded only with a smile.

Circling around her, Yang Wei soon had a full view of her majestic buttocks, silky undergarments, and long, smooth legs. Her round, perky buttocks looked irresistibly smooth, resembling two pieces of soft, beautiful white bread. It was also exceptionally pure—it was white like snow.

Moving up behind her, Yang Wei pressed his crotch against the soft ridge of her buttocks.

"Alright, spread your legs."

As Huo Zirou felt the bulging, meaty texture of his cock against her quivering buttocks, her anal opening tightened even further, her buttocks squeezing together in response to the arousing sensation.

N... No, is that his... It's so fat...