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

The whole family gathered around the dinner table, relishing in the warmth of the meal. Wu Yifei, fueled by the joy of her son's visit and the presence of the esteemed Star Disciple, Yang Wei, spared no effort in preparing the grandest feast. With the assistance of her daughters, they arranged the spread.

Just as they were about to sit down.

*COUGH! COUGH!!*

A heavy cough came from Wu Xinqi, alarming everyone.

Blood tainted her trembling palm as she tried to conceal it.

"Wu Xinqi, are you alright?" Wu Yifei rushed to her side, concern etched on her face as she examined the bloodstained hand.

"Y... Yes, *chuckle* I'm completely fine mommy!"

"No, you should rest; your condition seems to be worsening."

Seated at the table, Yang Wei observed quietly, his expression calm but attentive. He understood that questioning wouldn't offer much assistance. Across from him, Wu Shu and Wu Meixiang exchanged worried glances, though they tried to mask their concern.

So, it looks like Feng wasn't lying when he said he had a little sister, a sick one too... it would explain why she's covered in so much spiritual Qi purifying bandages.

As Wu Yifei escorted Wu Xinqi to her room, Wu Meixiang carried a surplus set of steaming dishes to Yang Wei. "Wei Gege, I hope you enjoy this," she said with a hopeful smile.

Yang Wei accepted the chopsticks with a soft smile. "As long as it's made by you, I'll gladly eat it a hundred fold."

A warm smile graced Wu Meixiang's lips as she shyly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Her brown eyes black eyes trailed to the side a bit, nevertheless, she couldn't tear her eyes away from Yang Wei's.

The two shared a moment, their eyes lingering in some sort of silent understanding.

Meanwhile...

Mu Lingxi observed from a distance, perched on her floating dragon sword, sipping herbal tea. "Hmph! What a cliché line," she muttered with a roll of her eyes. "And for her to be so easily flustered... how cheap."

Proudly nodding to herself, Mu Lingxi added, "Yang Wei used much deeper words during our first encounter."

Back in the Wu family house, Yang Wei wasted no time in scarfing down the delicious spread before him. With each bite, he marveled, "Whew! Each morsel is juicier than the last."

Turning to Wu Meixiang, he complimented, "I could eat this for days. And with its rich spiritual energy, it'll surely aid in my cultivation tonight."

Smiling with a small tilt of her head, Wu Meixiang replied, "Oh, wow, thank you for the kind words."

Wu Shu pulled up a chair next to Yang Wei, a jug of wine in hand. He took one hefty swing of his wine and then exhaled with satisfaction. "Haaaa~ That hit the spot!" With a sharp grin, he leaned in to Yang Wei and said, "You know, Yang Wei, with my sweet little Meixiang's culinary skills, she'd make a fantastic wife someday."

The mention of her name caused Wu Meixiang to jolt, nearly dropping the pot she was carrying. Her cheeks flushed deep red as she turned to her father, shouting, "Father?! You didn't just say that!" She buried her face in her hands, overwhelmed with embarrassment.

Yang Wei casually speared a fried shrimp with his chopsticks, popping it into his mouth before responding, "Can't say that's a lie. Any man would be lucky to have her."

Wu Meixiang grumbled incoherently, her embarrassment growing even more.

Wu Shu chuckled heartily. "Well then, why don't you strike while the iron's hot and marry her, son? Haha!"

Pausing mid-bite, Yang Wei's interest piqued. "Wait, can I do that?" He looked genuinely intrigued by the idea.

...

Far off in the distance, Mu Lingxi clenched her teeth, crushing the wooden cup of herbal tea in her hand upon hearing the conversation.

OVER MY DEAD BODY! HOW DARE HE CONSIDER MARRYING ANYONE THAT ISN'T HIS FIRST MARTIAL SISTER?!

Then, she paused and pressed her index against her cheek as she looked to the side. "Still though, I'm not saying I'd be interested in marrying him, that's just much too quick..." she then frowned a bit, "and besides, I can't forget that I don't even have that choice..." She sighed heavily.

Meanwhile, Wu Fengtian, still clad in his labor clothes, toiled under the moonlight, wielding a jian to cut firewood. As he wiped sweat from his brow, a tired smile hit his lips. He turned to look back, there he saw his father and sister lively chatting with Yang Wei.

All Wu Fengtian did was to smile and shake his head.

"Senior Brother might be shameless with women, but he's a good man at heart."

With a final swing of his blade, he exclaimed, "I'm starving!" and made his way to the backyard for a well-deserved bath and dinner.

...

Later that night, Yang Wei was given an empty room to stay in, where he planned to cultivate. Dressed in a casual blue and white jinbei, he sat in a lotus position, ready to begin his practice.

The Blood Strengthening Pill... a crucial body-refinement pill. Earlier, when I refined it, I used the Solar Heart Ember because I realized that the Moonlight Frost Crystal wasn't as good an ingredient as people think. Using the Solar Heart Ember's intense heat accelerates the pill refinement process, creating a more efficient way to refine the potent pills.

With several hand gestures, he caused the Blood Strengthening Pill placed before him to float into the space between his hands.

"First, refine the skin," he murmured, preparing himself mentally.

As the energy from the Blood Strengthening Pill flowed into his body, his veins became prominent, and he could feel his blood cells being pushed to their limit.

"Nnghh...!"

The energy intensified, and his muscles began to strengthen.

Meanwhile, Wu Meixiang approached his door, intending to knock, but hesitated upon hearing his cultivation sounds. "Maybe I'll come back another time," she muttered to herself, turning away. However, she paused, glanced back at the door, and then finally left.

Inside the room, Yang Wei endured the relentless hammering of every blood cell in his body.

It feels like every blood cell in my body is being boiled in acid, crushed, pounded and reshaped!

Soon, he could envision the spiritual streams of his Spiritual Domain progressively turning red. Soon, they completely crystallized to become a dense frozen stream that was red in colour.

What?! The third fold of spiritual stream crystalization is complete! That means...!

Pain surged through him, and sweat poured from every pore as he gritted his teeth.

GAAAHHH!!

With a loud scream, he finally passed out.