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

"Strike three, batter out!"

It didn’t take long, and Yang Wei knocked out Mu Lin, the second celestial batter, with another three successful pitches. Everyone was shocked, but mostly because Mu Lin didn’t even try. She just stood there, staring at Yang Wei like he was some kind of love item as his pitches sailed past her and into Jin Tianyu’s glove.

"Uh, Mu..." Jin Tianyu hesitated, but Mu Lin shot him a mean, irritated glare.

"What?" she snapped. "Can’t you see I’m admiring my darling Wei? Don’t you dare interrupt that!"

Jin Tianyu’s legs trembled, clearly afraid to cross the daughter of the Spirit Harmony Peak. "N... nevermind," he stammered.

D-darling Wei? Senior Brother really does have all the women... even this scary woman. To think I was once attracted to her. *gulp!*

Mu Lin’s annoyance grew even more; because his response meant he basically interrupted her for no reason. She raised her dao bat as if to whack him in the head, but the referee intervened.

"Didn’t you hear me? You’re out!" the referee declared.

"Eh?" Mu Lin paused, turning to the referee in confusion. "Wait, when did that happen? H-how am I out?!" she protested.

The referee didn’t entertain her questions. "If you don’t know, I won’t waste my time explaining. Get out!" she shouted pointing to the dugout where she belonged.

Mu Lin glanced at Yang Wei, who waved at her with a smirk, then back at Jin Tianyu, who had the dao ball securely tucked in his glove.

W... When did he throw?!

She pouted and grumbled as she slowly walked away. "This is so unfair, to think someone as elite as myself would get eliminated so foolishly," she mumbled sadly.

"Better luck next time," Yang Wei called after her.

Mu Lin shot him a sour look and mocked him in a high-pitched voice, "Nyeh nyeh nyext time!" She stomped away, huffing with each step, but a small smile easily gave out her true feelings.

I’m honestly just happy that he’s back...

Even Yang Wei couldn’t help but chuckle at her sore loser attitude.

...

Mu Lin walked off the field, tapping her dao bat on her shoulder as she went. Meanwhile, Mu Lingxi was heading out of the dugout as the next celestial batter. Spotting her sister, she stopped right in front of Mu Lin. Mu Lin had a displeased expression, clearly indicating she had intended to ignore her sister and keep walking until Mu Lingxi blocked her path.

What does she want? Mu Lin asked herself.

"Would you be mature enough to step out of my way?" She spoke, unable to hide the irritation in her voice.

Unfazed by her sister’s disrespectful attitude, Mu Lingxi had more pressing matters on her mind. "Why did you lose so easily to Yang Wei?" she asked with a plain voice.

Rolling her eyes, Mu Lin responded dismissively, "Why does anyone ever lose? No one knows." She obviously wasn’t in the mood to talk to Mu Lingxi, or to be honest, she was never really in the mood to do so.

"Whatever, I shall take it upon myself to avenge you," Mu Lingxi declared with cold, determined eyes as she tightened her grip on her dao bat. She strode purposefully towards the field; and just by looking at her face, you could tell she wasn’t planning on losing.

Watching her sister go, Mu Lin muttered under her breath, "Ugh, honestly, I’m so tired of that woman. Doesn’t she know what fun is?" Her gaze then shifted concernedly to Yang Wei.

Sigh~ as good as Wei is, he’s not beating Senior Sister...

Meanwhile, as Mu Lingxi took her place on the field, cheers erupted from the spectators, particularly the male disciples who seemed more like fan girls than sports enthusiasts.

"Destroy Senior Brother Yang!"

"You’re the most beautiful woman in the world, Senior Sister!!"

Guo Xiaomei reclined in her chair, closing her eyes with an air of disappointment. "Sigh~ well, he’s certainly losing this inning," she spoke apprehensively.

"Bahahaha! I hope so," Gu Zhi added eagerly, pounding her fists together. "I’m itching to see that pretty boy get booed off the field!"

Curious, Sun Yurong turned to Guo Xiaomei. "Why’re you so sure?" she inquired.

"Well..." Xiu Yulan chimed in, "Lingxi is a 2nd Path Cultivator. She has far higher speed and reaction time than him. The only person on Team 1 who could actually match or outclass her is Meiyan."

Sun Yurong wore a mysterious smile. "Oh? Then why don’t we make it interesting?"

Intrigued, Guo Xiaomei prompted, "What do you propose?"

Sun Yurong conjured a small blood portal, capturing the attention of all the elders except Chen Yuxi, who remained disinterested.

She’s a demonic cultivator? Guo Xiaomei observed.

From the portal, Sun Yurong extracted an expensive ring and displayed it to Guo Xiaomei.

"Do you know what this is?" Sun Yurong asked smugly.

Guo Xiaomei and Xiu Yulan’s eyes widened in awe. "That’s a special dragon-crusted ring! It’s a very rare and expensive piece of jewelry," they exclaimed simultaneously.

Sun Yurong nodded in satisfaction. "And~ there’s only three in the entire Northern Continent."

"WOOOOWW~"

Sun Yurong leaned in and said, "So, here’s the deal, ladies. If Lingxi can eliminate Yang Wei, I’ll hand over this stunning dragon-crusted ring." Stylishly, she showcased the ring to them again, only to easily grab the attention of these two very material women.

Xiu Yulan and Guo Xiaomei were entranced by the ring. Just as they reached out to touch it, Sun Yurong pulled it back and added, "But if she fails, you’ll have to supply me with your best medicinal manuals, pills, and of course herbs that are beneficial to my blood Qi cultivation, and also, maybe throw in 150,000 high-grade spirit stones. Perhaps, as a means to sweeten the deal."

It was a fair trade for something as valuable as the ring she held in her hand.

Xiu Yulan crossed her arms, skeptical. "Are you sure about this bet?" she asked. While she wanted the dragon-crusted ring, she didn’t want her friend losing it because of a bet with such an obvious winner.

Guo Xiaomei, eyeing the ring hungrily, chimed in, "Absolutely! Let’s do this already!"

Sun Yurong nodded confidently, sealing the deal.

It seems they don’t know the true extent of Yang Wei’s power, which is somewhat surprising. Still, this little wager should make things a little more interesting...

The bet was made.

Meanwhile. . .

Mu Lingxi stood in the batter’s position, tapping her dao bat on the ground in order to prepare herself. She shot a fierce glare at Yang Wei. The longer she looked at him, the more she could only see him and Huo Yue kissing in the most romantic way possible. "I’ll show you the difference in our skills," she growled.

Yang Wei chuckled, trying to ease the tension. "Hey, calm down, it’s just a game."

What is up with this woman...

Mu Lingxi straightened up, pointing her bat at Yang Wei. "If you don’t give it your all, you’re going to fail miserably," she warned, tightening her glare at him. "If you let that overgrown arrogance of yours blind you, you’ll understand why I, Mu Lingxi, possess more talent and experience in cultivation than you can ever hope for."

Yang Wei took her challenge in stride. "Oh yeah? We’ll see about that," he replied, ready to prove himself.

As they squared off, Jin Tianyu nervously shuffled back.

Throw what at full power? How do they expect me to catch it or even survive the spiritual pressure?!

He wasn’t going to risk his life over an recreative activity.

Mu Lingxi shot him a deadly look. "If you don’t stay put like a good little worm, I’ll kill you before that dao ball does," she threatened, sending a shiver down Jin Tianyu’s spine as he returned to his position.

His entire body was drowned in cold sweat.

I don’t deserve this...

This may have been a game of ball vs. bat...

But to Yang Wei and Mu Lingxi it was a game of superiority.