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

Yang Wei and Sun Yujing walked through Coil Peak.

It was hard to miss the way female disciples couldn't seem to focus on anything else.

They all had their eyes on Sun Yujing, either blushing at her mere presence or composing themselves to appear even more attractive.

But in truth, they just looked desperate.

Yang Wei easily noticed the attention Sun Yujing was getting.

"It looks like you're quite popular around here," he spoke casually.

Sun Yujing gave a dismissive snort. "Of course. That statement of yours is so obvious that it's completely stupid. I've been here for years. It's only natural a few disciples would adore me."

The instant frown on Yang Wei's face the moment she spoke like this irked him.

Bitch, it's called trying to start a conversation... maybe you should try it sometime!

Yang Wei rubbed his chin, glancing at the blushing disciples around them.

His inward voice might be screaming at the time, but he was outwardly calm.

"Still, adore might be an understatement..."

Sun Yujing's blue eyes darted to the corner of her eyes.

She tried hard to maintain her stern expression, but that curiosity in her face was impossible to conceal. "W... what nonsense are you talking about?" she muttered, looking away and then back at Yang Wei several times, as if unsure where to direct her gaze.

Yang Wei shrugged nonchalantly. "They're obviously in love with you," he stated matter-of-factly.

Sun Yujing's cheeks flushed red. "N... No, absolutely not!" she protested, flustered.

Yang Wei gave her a disinterested look. "Of course, you must've known. No one's that dense," he dryly commented, his somber half-closed eyes conveying his lack of interest.

Sun Yujing leaned in close, her face inches from Yang Wei's. "Are you calling me dense?!" she demanded.

Yang Wei matched her closeness, their faces closely touching.

Their foreheads and noses were closely pressed against each other.

"Well, yes, of course," Yang Wei replied casually. "If you've been in a cut sleeve sect for years with jade mountains as yummy as those, you must be an idiot not to have noticed."

To emphasize his point, he poked his index finger at her massive breasts to make his point, and he was taken aback by their size and firmness. His finger sank in a bit, but then popped right back out, displaying the soft yet solid feel of her chest.

Sun Yujing was too frustrated to even register Yang Wei poking her breasts.

But the female disciples nearby definitely noticed.

"Hm?" said Sun Yujing and Yang Wei.

They finally realized they'd gotten off track, then turned to see the female disciples staring at them with curious eyes, whispering amongst themselves.

"Wow, is that the woman Sister Sun likes?!"

"It must be...!"

"Come to think of it, they somewhat look the same!"

"Yes! Those blue eyes and their rich white hair... I so wish I was cultivation partners with either of them, they look so sexy right now..."

"Alas, beautiful people are meant to end up with equally beautiful people..."

Sun Yujing sighed in frustration and grabbed Yang Wei's wrist, pulling him along as they stormed off.
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They soon found themselves in a secluded pathway surrounded by lush shrubbery and vibrant flowers.

Yang Wei abruptly stopped and confronted Sun Yujing. "Calm down. Do you really think you have the right to drag me around like this?"

Sun Yujing turned to face him, hands on her large, curved hips. "Of course I do. I'm your senior sister, so you better act like a good disciple and listen to me!" she retorted, attempting to grab his wrist again.

Yang Wei slapped her hand away and fixed her with a fierce glare. "Don't try that again. Just because I'm a new Inner Sect disciple doesn't give you the right to drag me around," he asserted firmly.

The only reason I haven't erased your sect is because of Liu Yan, if not, you'd all be turned to cauldrons by now. Hmm, not that I would actually do the cauldron thing, but still...

Despite Yang Wei's defiance, Sun Yujing's anger softened as she looked at him.

His long white hair and proud demeanor reminded her of someone.

A small smile tugged at her lips as she gazed down at him, her memories stirred by his petite, feminine figure.

She...

She looks like...

Wait, why can't I remember... Or rather, why did I forget...

Slowly, she raised her hand to his cheek, her voice filled with emotion. "I've missed you so much, sister..."

Confused, Yang Wei blinked. "Um, Yujing, are you okay?"

Suddenly realizing her actions, Sun Yujing withdrew her hand abruptly, clearing her throat. "I apologize. You just remind me of someone I think I used to know," she explained hastily, regaining her composure. "L... Let's keep going. We're almost at the Chief Elder Hall."

...

Yang Wei continued to trail behind Sun Yujing, his hands clasped behind his back.

She really looks a lot like her... and that pride of hers, it's similar to hers too...

He couldn't stop staring at Sun Yujing's enormous backside, not because he was drawn to its size, roundness, and jiggle with every step. No, it was more like it was impossible to miss—it was right there in front of him.

Tilting his head, he asked, "Aren't you going to explain what just happened earlier?"

Sun Yujing kept walking without turning back to look at him. "Explain what exactly?" she replied curtly.

Hm? She spoke politely. Well that's new... Yang Wei thought.

Letting out a dramatic sigh, he persisted, "The way you were touching my cheeks and—"

Sun Yujing abruptly paused, almost causing Yang Wei to bump into her from behind. With her head lowered, she spoke solemnly, "Let me make things clear. I have no interest in you or any other woman in this sect. That's not who I am."

Yang Wei scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Hm? I could've sworn every woman in this sect was... well, you know, cut-sleeve, judging from what I've seen at least."

And in truth, he'd seen a lot.

Even a few women who would eat each other at night and disturb his cultivation with their moans.

"Just be quiet!" Sun Yujing snapped, resuming her march forward.

They ascended the long earthen, vine-covered stairs leading to the Chief Elder Hall at the top. The climb was arduous, taking at least ten minutes, with the stairs built into the massive mountain, providing glimpses of birds, eagles, and even serpents along the way. For the first five minutes, silence settled between them.

Yang Wei even resorted to his usual boredom-induced nose-picking.

Out of nowhere, Sun Yujing broke the silence.

"Like every other woman in this sect, I'm not interested in men. But that doesn't mean I'm interested in women either. Most of us have valid reasons for hating men, including myself. I'd rather die alone than trust anyone with my heart and faith completely... especially not a man."

Yang Wei's response was a surprised, "Hm?"

Now she's talking...?

He hadn't expected her to open up like this, even if her words seemed a bit out of context to him.

"I just wanted you to know that," Sun Yujing calmly walked up the stairs. "So you don't mistake me for someone you think you can form a bond with..." her voice grew firmer by the second.

And who said I was interested in you? This woman, too delusional... Yang Wei thought as he shook his head.