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

The next day, He Dongmei waited in the cultivation room for Yang Wei, who had only been gone for less than an hour.

Suddenly, a golden rift in space cracked open, revealing a small portion of the Osmanthus World before a woman emerged.

This woman had long white hair and pretty blue eyes, with a petite yet uniquely shapely figure that was just too attractive.

He Dongmei was surprised by the rift in space, she was also surprised by the cute lady standing before her, but what shocked her to the point she jumped back was the White Serpent Sect uniform this lady wore.

"W-what's a disciple of the White Serpent Sect doing here?!"

She already turned and started running away. But before she could escape, the woman flashed before her like a blur and gently placed a hand on her shoulder to stop her.

"Calm down, Dongmei, it's me," the woman said soothingly.

The confused He Dongmei didn't understand what the woman meant, she was only thinking about running away. But, all that seemed pointless when the woman placed a hand on the magic artifact strapped to her waist and transformed back into Yang Wei. He Dongmei was immediately shocked to realize that this "she" was actually a "he".

"Senior... Brother?" He Dongmei stuttered, completely lost.

Yang Wei transformed back into his feminine form and instructed her, "Yes, it's me. This is beautiful, blue-eyed, jade-like beauty is my alter ego, Wu Mingyu, so you should address me as such."

Still bewildered, He Dongmei replied, "O-okay, sir..."

Turning away to take in the view of his courtyard, Yang Wei said, "Excellent. Now, we're going to take a break from being Dragon Blossom Sect disciples."

Each word that left his mouth sounded too feminine. It didn't have the usual proud masculine touch that He Dongmei was already accustomed to.

"I've already left Tianyi in Meixiu's care, so he'll be cultivating celestial energy there while we're busy on Blue Steam Mountain."

He Dongmei raised a hand like she was about to answer a question in class. "Senior Bro--" but before she could finish, the self-proclaimed jade beauty squeezed his face to make the angriest expression such a soft, beautiful face was capable of.

He Dongmei sharply realized her mistake and stuttered, "S-Senior Sister?"

With a smile and a nod, Yang Wei approved.

Now, she knew she was free to continue. "Senior Sister," she carefully said, "I'm still a little bit confused, but isn't Blue Steam Mountain a White Serpent Sect territory until they return to their sect?"

Yang Wei nodded and tried to reach for his fan so he could stylishly unfurl it, but when he grabbed nothing he realized Wu Mingyu never had the privilege of a stylish folding fan. Nonetheless, he spoke, "Indeed, but why should Wu Mingyu and her servant be afraid?"

He Dongmei tilted her head, "Eh?"

...

In an hour or so, Yang Wei and He Dongmei were flying on swords across Spirit Harmony Peak. At first, Yang Wei was considering carrying He Dongmei on his back, but he realized there was no need when she told him she was already at the 3rd level of Mortal Realm.

This meant she was able to use the Flying Sword Technique like him.

During their flight, Yang Wei gave her a very shallow explanation of what was actually going on. In other words, he told her a shamelessly filtered truth sprinkled with lies.

Funnily enough, from what He Dongmei understood—Yang Wei was a valiant, selfless hero who put his life on the line by infiltrating the White Serpent Sect in order to stop them from abducting innocent men and using them as dual cultivation toys.

However, she couldn't have been further from the truth.

But of course, that was as far from the truth as the nine heavens.

Soaring gracefully on their swords, He Dongmei stared at Yang Wei with stars in her eyes. "Wow, who knew Senior Brother is such a hero? I can't believe that when you left the sect, you were out there saving innocent cultivators!"

Yang Wei stood atop his sword with the elegance of a beautiful woman: eyes forward, and his slender hands casually tucked behind his slightly plump buttocks. "My only regret is that I couldn't save them all," he lamented as he exhaled a sigh that further exaggerated his completely fake sadness.

Tsk, tsk, I can't tell if this young lady is that naive or if I'm just such an excellent liar... Hmm, it could be both. Yes, both is good.

At that moment, He Dongmei still had a lot of questions to ask, her teeth were grinning, she chuckled weirdly like an obsessed journalist, and she stared at him as if he were the only thing her eyes could see.

Three traits that a normal woman should never have...

Just as she was about to barrage him with questions, Yang Wei interrupted, "Oh, it seems we've arrived." He pointed towards the inner parts of Blue Steam Mountain.

When He Dongmei looked, the first thing she did was squint her eyes to see through the clouds clearly and get a better view of the inner parts of this really huge mountain. "It looks like something's happening down there," she said.

"Hm?" said Yang Wei. He looked down himself, but this time more carefully. He could see a crowd of female disciples gathered, and it seemed like there was some sort of riot or shouting going on. "Let's land and see what's going on," he suggested.

Angling his sword to point downwards, Yang Wei descended at high speed, slicing through the clouds like a fast-moving jet.

"W... wait for me, Senior Brother!"

He Dongmei followed behind, though at a more cautious pace. She wasn't as skillful as Yang Wei when it came to flying on swords, so she wanted to keep her speed at a level that wouldn't leave her splat on the ground.

...

After the two landed, Yang Wei turned to He Dongmei and placed a hand over his mouth then whispered, "You remember everything I told you about who you are, right?"

He Dongmei nodded confidently as she stood at attention like a soldier receiving very serious orders. "I'm Senior Sister Mingyu's servant, a slave she found in a distant village up south," she recited.

Yang Wei nodded in approval and smiled, the slight pink tint coloring his lips became more prominent—it was a light lipstick he applied so "Wu Mingyu" would have unparalleled beauty. "And how did I tell you to walk?" he asked.

"To walk with enough confidence so people don't know I have low self-esteem, but not with so much pride that they think I'm on the same level as you!"

To her, she took the questions so seriously, like it was some kind of quiz.

Even Yang Wei stared at her with a confused face.

Wow, she memorized everything I told her easily... Feng could never do that, but still, he'd be able to improvise and adapt. But, why's she acting so... weird.

For some reason, she puffed her flat chest out and even saluted him as if he was testing her knowledge. Her glasses went crooked a bit, and she hurriedly fumbled to adjust them before going back to saluting—which was also crooked.

When Yang Wei saw this, he chuckled a bit, "Pfffftt!" but managed to hold back his laughter when he looked at her again and noticed something that made him stare at her without blinking.

She looks a bit attractive... although she's an odd duck.

He Dongmei felt uncomfortable with his prolonged stare; her cheeks turned bright red, and she asked, "I-i-is anything the m-ma-matter, Senior Br... Sister?"

Yang Wei finally tore his eyes away, abruptly changing the subject. "You still haven't fixed your glasses?"

She chuckled shyly, explaining, "They're a special kind, so it's hard for me to get the money to have them fixed."

Yang Wei looked away as he muttered, "I see... though you'd look a little more beautiful without them..." With that, he walked forward.

Clutching the hem of her dress tightly, she lowered her head and whispered to herself, "I... know..."

As for Yang Wei, the only thought in his mind was...

Now, let's see what's causing such an unsightly riot.

His pretty blue eyes stared at the gathering of female disciples up ahead.