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

Another day, another bout of frustration for Yang Wei.

In total, he'd spent an entire week poring over the inheritance, but the full idea still eluded him. Seated behind his desk, he diligently arranged the ancient energy texts floating in midair before him with his fingers that moved with speed and precision. Meanwhile, Tianyi lounged on the desk, observing Yang Wei's efforts.

He Dongmei, on the other hand, tackled her early morning cleaning tasks at a more leisurely pace, gently polishing the wooden chairs with a soft smile on her face.

"Hmm," Yang Wei muttered, stroking his chin in deep thought.

This marked the 1,894th time he had rearranged the texts in hopes of grasping the true concept of the Dao of Spirit-forging Alchemy.

What did Qian have in mind when she formed this dao. I won't like this is getting me frustrated... I've been in the theoretical aspect of this inheritance for an entire week!

The silence grew too heavy, forcing the bored Tianyi to playfully bark at Yang Wei. His squeaky voice never failed to bring a smile to Yang Wei's face. Chuckling, he patted Tianyi's head before expressing his frustration, "If only I could grasp the foundation of this dao.

From what I've gathered so far, it's broken into four requirements—a body refinement with two sub-levels, one for shaping and harmonizing, the third requirement is for transforming, and finally, the last is spiritualism..."

Unable to comprehend Yang Wei's words, Tianyi simply tilted his head and let out a questioning "Rawr?" in response.

Frustrated, Yang Wei groaned and slumped back in his chair, tiredly shouting, "This is impossible!"

By this time, He Dongmei was sweeping the study room, but when she saw Yang Wei getting frustrated, she paused her chores and called out, "Senior Brother?"

Yang Wei replied with a lazy "yes," his gaze fixed on the ceiling, showing he wasn't really paying attention to her.

Leaning against her broom, He Dongmei spoke up, saying, "I-, well, I don't know much about comprehending inheritances or daos, but there's a lesson we were taught by elders once when it comes to understanding the unknown."

Yang Wei yawned dismissively, commenting, "Sure, as if the teachings of elders from the Outer Sect would be of any help to me."

Her expression faltering slightly, He Dongmei conceded, "I guess you're right."

Realizing he might have been taking his frustration out on He Dongmei, Yang Wei straightened up in his chair and offered her a smile. "Still, could you tell me? I'd like to know," he said kindly.

He Dongmei smiled shyly, averting her gaze as she replied, "Well, I know I don't know much... but, uh..."

Yang Wei patiently waited for her to continue, sensing her nervousness.

Blushing now, He Dongmei gathered her thoughts and continued, "Our elders always said if a dao is like a plant, the soil is its foundation and the roots are one's will to understand what lies at the end of that foundation. But one can never truly comprehend it if there's no nourishment."

Initially, Yang Wei planned to dismiss her words and act like it was useful, then seek an alternative solution; but found himself intrigued by the depth of her statement. Relaxing back into his chair, he asked, "So in this case, what would be the nourishment?"

Scratching her head sheepishly, He Dongmei admitted, "I really don't know... sorry."

Holding out a hand, Yang Wei reassured her, "No, it's fine. Just that information alone might be helpful." He slouched back in his chair, deep in thought, staring at the ceiling.

Nourishment... Nourishment... Nourishment...

Just as He Dongmei was about to resume sweeping, Yang Wei suddenly shouted, "I got it!" His outburst startled both He Dongmei and Tianyi—enough that his wings shot upwards, ready to take flight at any sign of danger. They both looked at Yang Wei expectantly as he said, "I understand what your elders were trying to say."

He Dongmei couldn't believe that anyone could grasp such a complex teaching so quickly. "You do?" she asked, surprised.

Yang Wei stood up and began pacing back and forth in the study room, rambling excitedly. "Xiaomei was saying it all this time. It all makes sense now—the illustrations in the Sacred Grove Temple, the four levels of the Dao of Spirit-forging Alchemy, and the four peaks of the White Serpent Sect—they're all tied together!"

It seemed like he had a sudden breakthrough, as if finding the missing piece had caused all the information to flood into his brain, like water rushing out of a unclogged pipe. He was finally grasping the foundation at a rapid pace!

Tianyi watched his master pace with growing concern, fearing that Yang Wei had lost his mind.

Meanwhile, He Dongmei stepped in front of Yang Wei, holding her broom tightly, and asked, "Senior Brother, are you okay?"

Senior Sister Mu told me not to concern myself with whatever pill refinement Senior Brother is up to, but if he starts acting strange, I should keep him occupied somehow and let her know immediately.

Yang Wei's laughed loudly. "Okay? I'm more than okay! I've found the answer—the nourishment is a mantra! I was foolish to forget that a mantra is always a key factor!"

He Dongmei and Tianyi exchanged sidelong glances, silently questioning whether Yang Wei had truly gone mad.

They couldn't quite tell.

Reciting the same words Guo Xiaomei had told him, Yang Wei spoke aloud, "Breath of life, essence of creation, transform the self. Alchemy of mind, alchemy of heart, shape the universe. Transcendence of self is union with the infinite."

As he spoke, he realized that these weren't just random profound-sounding words; they were a mantra Guo Xiaomei had developed to tap into the true nature of the Dao of Spirit-forging Alchemy.

It made even more sense when he remembered the illustrations on the wall of the Sacred Grove Temple.

Excitedly, Yang Wei rushed back to his desk and reopened the scroll. The lengthy columns of ancient golden energy scripts appeared once more. Studying them closely, he exclaimed, "I'm right, I'm really right!"

This time, as he rearranged the texts, he knew exactly where everything belonged. He even added his own ideas to somewhat complete it. When he finished, four long columns of ancient texts hovered before him, glowing with a pure heavenly aura that confirmed beyond a doubt that he had found what he'd been searching for.

"Wow," both Tianyi and He Dongmei exclaimed in awe as they looked at the masterfully designed ancient texts in their complete and perfected state.

Yang Wei began to read aloud from the texts, explaining, "At the first level, Fang Peak's offensive body refinement shapes the world. Scale Peak's defensive body refinement transforms from offense to defense, basically harmonizing it. Venom Peak focuses on efficient killing through poison and assassination arts, representing the true transformative experience that is life and death.

And finally, Coil Peak's practice of spiritualism completes it all."

In order to master the Dao of Spirit-forging Alchemy, he'd have to return to White Serpent Sect, or in this case, the Blue Steam Mountain.

"Dongmei."

"Yes, Senior Brother."

Yang Wei smiled at her and said, "It seems he'll be taking a break from being a Dragon Blossom Sect disciple."

"Eh?" He Dongmei uttered.

...

Blue Steam Mountain.

In the luxurious abode provided for Sun Yurong, she was currently cultivating massive amounts of blood Qi.

She paused and opened her glowing red eyes, one that carried the murderous intent expected of a blood path demonic cultivator. All she did was simply smile.

"He's coming..."