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

I'll be honest, whoever's listening, please help save me...

The way these three ladies are eyeing me, I have this weird feeling they'll split my jade stalk into three and divvy it up amongst themselves. They're taking care of me, sure, but at the same time, it feels like they're just waiting for me to get better so they can unleash something evil they've been brewing.

There's nothing secure about my situation right now... *sigh* I shouldn't have pretended to be sick; I should've just gone into my planned year-long seclusion.

A hot bowl of pork rib soup was placed on a small table before Yang Wei. All three women looked at him not with normal, genuine smiles on their faces, but rather, the sort that implied there would be problems if he didn't eat it.

There was an awkward silence.

"Alright..." Mu Lin cleared her throat to break the lingering silence, "While I didn't prepare the pork rib soup myself, and I'm certain I'd have made something much better, I'll let this lady's inferior meal pass as something you can manage for the time being."

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Huo Yue pouted a bit as she stared at Mu Lin with sunken eyebrows to show she was offended, "Hey! I'm quite confident in my cooking skills, and I'm sure Wei Shuai loves it very much, thank you!" With every word that left her lips, her breasts bounced up and down like balloons filled with so much water they could burst.

Mu Lin's cheeks turned a little red as she jealously looked away and placed her hands on her own bosom before gently pressing and sizing them.

Why are her boobs so much bigger than mine?! It's not just about age; I mean, that Inkflow Spire girl had ridiculously huge ones. How am I supposed to compete with that when mine are like this?!

She was a confident woman with a modest chest. It wasn't that her boobs were small—they were big enough—but next to Huo Yue's or Sun Yuying's, they didn't quite measure up. Still, Mu Lin had a figure that could make any woman envious, but being the person she was, she wasn't content.

Huo Zirou noticed this and fixed her chin up to push her ample chest out as she said, "Mhm, now you understand how truly blessed members of the Huo clan are. Still, I suppose you can manage those little children toys you were cursed with."

Throbbing veins popped all over Mu Lin's head as she snorted like a raging bull who had seen its challenger. She crushed her teeth together and glared furiously at Huo Zirou, "How dare you call these a curse?!" She shot her chest out.

"Hm?" Huo Zirou remained calm and took all of Mu Lin's shouting like the tantrums of a petulant child.

Then, Mu Lin pointed at Huo Zirou's chest and said, "Just because you have those things as overgrown as weeds on a dead farm doesn't mean Yang Wei will grow any more interest in you! Considering how old you are, I'm sure the milk in them has become powder!"

Huo Zirou sharply rose from her small cushion and complained to her beloved, "Yang Wei! It seems this insolent brat doesn't know her place. If you'd told her about our relationship long before, she wouldn't be here now!"

"Haaah?" Acting like an innocent child who didn't know her left from her right, she placed an index finger on her chin and looked away, "Relationship? Didn't you already brag about how you shamelessly slept with a man who looks young enough to be your son? With your weak, old bones, I doubt you lasted long in bed."

When Mu Lin unknowingly said this truth, Yang Wei and Huo Zirou shared a small look, and Huo Zirou looked completely embarrassed, to the point she was mumbling and quivering like a thief who'd been caught red-handed.

Not wanting Huo Yue to experience the shame of being mocked by a younger woman about her inability to deliver in bed, Yang Wei sighed and said, "Can I just eat my soup in peace?" He then picked up his bowl, and Huo Yue shifted closer to him as she smiled and asked, "Do you want me to feed it to you, Wei?"

He smiled warmly at her and then said, "No, it's fine, you don't need to stress yourself; I'm sure I can do at least this much for myself." Huo Yue tightly shut her eyes, and her nose scrunched up a bit as she giggled cutely. "Fine then," she replied.

When Mu Lin and Huo Zirou saw the way the two related, they realized all they'd been doing so far with their constant bickering was making Huo Yue look even better and far more mature than them. It was the only reason they even decided to settle down and be quiet, and even then, they both still glared at each other occasionally with deadly side-eyes just waiting to see who would slip-up first.

Hmm, because of that bitch, Wei probably thinks I'm immature now. And with this, Yue has a better chance at becoming his first wife! *grunt* How could I, Mu Lin, let this happen? Feiyan would be so let down!

Suddenly, Huo Yue asked, "Wei Shuai, if you're marrying someone, would it matter to you if she was able to cook or not?"

The first person to frown at this question was Huo Zirou; she was set ablaze by Huo Yue's words.

Well played, witty niece of mine... well played!

Her relaxed, phoenix-like eyes grew a little sharper as she glared at her disrespectful niece.

You're playing dirty with me, but I won't whine. After all, your mother and I were the ones who advised you to fight for your man till the bitter end. But as expected, you didn't listen because you're too soft-hearted. Still, it looks like you'll go to any lengths to make sure Wei isn't mine!

The next notable reaction after Huo Yue's was Yang Wei's, "Huh?!" he choked a bit on his soup. His eyes first went to Huo Zirou and then finally to Huo Yue, who just looked at him with her big brown eyes that looked pure and innocent.

Obviously, Yue'er wants me to speak my mind and make Zirou feel inadequate because she can't cook... *shakes head* Yue'er, you're one dangerous woman when you want to be.

However, thanks to all the lessons I got from Mingyu, she said that nine times out of ten, any question a woman asks you is probably a trap. And in that kind of situation, there are only four options you've got.

One, be bold and say what's on your mind. Two, just stay quiet. Three, walk away, and four, find an answer that won't put you in a bad spot, even if it means telling a little white lie.

I've tried the first three with Mingyu, and it ended up with me either getting stabbed or poisoned...

The young man cleared his throat and took a small slurp of his soup as he answered, "Well, I believe cooking is a very important skill every woman must acquire. But, that only applies to housewif—"

Huo Yue predicted he'd make a point that would likely favor her aunt, so she interrupted by saying, "Good, then why don't we cook for you? A harmless contest to see which woman cares enough about you to pour their heart and soul into making the best food that'll put a smile on your sweet face!" She then pinched his cheek and pulled on it playfully.

At that point, Yang Wei's pupils constricted. It felt like he was watching a horror film.

She tricked me! Her plan wasn't to use my opinion to make Zirou feel insecure about her cooking; it was something else entirely... She's issuing a challenge to Zirou, one she knows she'll never be able to win!

He wondered where the sweet Huo Yue had gone.

Fired up, Mu Lin stood up and immediately packed her long hair back. "Challenge accepted!"

"Auntie?" Huo Yue smiled smugly at her aunt.

Gnashing her teeth, Huo Zirou looked enraged.

I'll wipe that smug look off your face!

She slammed her hand on the table, "Just because I can't cook doesn't mean I can't cook!"

Yang Wei covered his face with his hand, "Heavens, help me..."