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

Master Ming was seated at his small hut enjoying his special time with Longyu.

He gently touched Longyu and stroked her slightly coarse skin gently.

"Hmm~ you're so soft my sweet Longyu~"

He touched her some more, keeping his arms wrapped around her small body and buttocks gently seated on his crotch.

"I should get you something to eat, Longyu..." said the rice-lover.

Longyu grunted a bit, not in an annoyed manner, but simply as her usual response to Master Ming's words; after all, she was a battle beast and couldn't speak human language.

Longyu was a majestic aquatic creature known as a "Dragonhorn Water Buffalo", and she served as Master Ming's mount. She was an elegant beast that aided him in the rice fields by pulling plows to prepare the soil for planting wet rice. However, she didn't do this in her sweet, cute form roughly the size of a basketball; she used her larger, stronger actual form.

Before long, Master Ming hurried back with a small basket of aquatic grasses. "Here you go, my beautiful love!" he said, placing the basket of grass before her.

Out of nowhere, a clan member bursting with the youthful energy of a teenager rushed into Master Ming's hut. "Elder Rice-Keeper! Elder Rice-Keeper!" he shouted repeatedly.

Master Ming, furious at the interruption, abruptly turned. The fairly old man shouted back at his junior clan member, "You dare interrupt my leisure time, Junior? Your punishment shall be cultivating a field of golden immortal rice with a spoon!"

The young man fell to his knees before the elderly man and immediately began to beg, "Please, Elder Rice-Keeper, I am slow-witted for not greeting you, but it's an urgent matter c-concerning our immortal golden rice!"

Master Ming's eyebrows furiously shot up as he clenched his fists tightly. "My golden immortal rice?! Nothing better have happened to my 9.83 quintillion grains of beautiful golden rice!"

The junior's head was already pressed against the ground, but somehow he managed to bow his head even lower as he fearfully spoke, "E-elder, th-the rice, everything... it's all gone!"

Master Ming wasted no time. He rushed out of the hut and sprinted down the straight path carved through the dense, shoulder-high grass fields. "MY RICE! MY RICE!!" It seemed like he had gone mad; he was pulling out strands of his gray hair as he ran.

Longyu elegantly stood up and walked out of the hut, gently following after her master. Even she couldn't believe how stupid the rice-lover was for not mounting her and traveling to the Immortal Rice Fields faster.

...

10 Minutes Later...

All the anger and curses that Master Ming had poured out on the person who emptied the entire Immortal Rice Fields immediately vanished. He was now very calm; if he could be happy, he would, but the forced grin and tears streaming down his cheeks were the best he could manage.

He was currently in the Great Hall of the Mu Clan, surrounded by several clan elders, including Mu Zhong, who stood beside his father, Mu Zhihao, seated on a huge chair fit for royalty.

"So, what's the urgent matter you wanted to discuss, Elder Rice-Keeper?" Mu Zhihao asked sternly.

Longyu gently jumped out of Master Ming's hand, giving him the chance to properly display his acting skills. Master Ming cleared his throat and fell to the ground dramatically and started crying, "My lord! My looooord!! Oh, my looorrd!!"

Mu Zhong sighed heavily as he watched the elderly man roll on the ground.

Why does he have to be the one Father grants audience today? Besides, why isn't Lingxi here? I need to go take care of Meiyan in her recovery chamber.

"Get to the point."

This simple command from Mu Zhihao made Master Ming crawl to him like a cockroach escaping the smacking of a broom.

"OUR ENTIRE IMMORTAL RICE FIELDS ARE EMPTY! EVERYTHING'S BEEN STOLEN!!"

Master Ming sorrowfully cried out as he tightly hugged one of Mu Zhihao's sturdy legs. Mu Zhihao's face immediately turned furious, and he rose from his chair as his voice thundered through the hall, "Insolence! Who would dare steal from the Chief of the Spirit Harmony Peak?!"

All the clan elders in the hall were wide-eyed, shouting out insults, slamming their hands on tables, and waving their fists furiously.

"Whoever did this must be burnt!"

"Paralyzed as well!"

"Imagine the audacity one would need to dare cross the grounds of the Mu Clan settlement and stir trouble!"

"Disgusting!"

These elderly men and women were all very angry.

Master Ming then presented the note the thief had left behind to Mu Zhihao. "The wretched thief left this behind.."

Kahahaha! That arrogant Yang Wei will get a taste of discipline after the Clan Head reads his note. I don't care if he saved this entire Azure Tree, it doesn't give him the right to do whatever he pleases!

Mu Zhihao took the note and read it. It was from Yang Wei, who explained that he borrowed their golden immortal rice to cultivate to the Core Formation Realm. To end the note, he drew a winky face giving a thumbs up.

He immediately sat back down on his chair. "Well, elders, we should focus on the next issue at hand."

This statement left everyone in the hall flabbergasted to the point they all fell silent.

The clan elders rose their voices.

"Never! There's no way we'll let the thief live, the immortal rice is one of our most valuable assets!"

"Only a pitiful excuse for a cultivator, barely worthy of being called human would do such!"

"A mangy stray dog barking at the moon, that's what they are."

Mu Zhihao cleared his throat, "It's Yang Wei..."

The moment the clan elders heard this, they quickly stood up and made their way out of the hall. Not a word other than that was spoken.

Master Ming was left in great shock as he saw them all leaving, "Wait, what?! This can't be possible!"

Are they... ALL AFRAID OF HIM?!

Mu Zhong chuckled softly.

Wei never fails to surprise, does he now?

Master Ming's head fell to the ground. "M-my precious immortal rice...!" he started crying. Longyu, elegant as ever, simply watched her master cry and gently shook her head.

Mu Zhong leaned closer to Mu Zhihao's ear. "Father, I'm surprised you actually let this go. I know he's far stronger than you are, but usually you'd have opted to at least talk to him."

Mu Zhihao rubbed his beard gently as he shook his head.

I don't want to risk getting on his bad side right now. If Emperor Cloudcrest decides to intervene again, I'm certain our world could be in big trouble... and for some reason, I'm more afraid of Cloudcrest than that Heavenly Emissary. He doesn't seem reliable. But if there's a chance Yang Wei and my Lingxi have something special... then maybe I can depend on him.

The man looked at his son.

"I'll send someone to the Western Wastelands to secure some more of the immortal rice seeds, so it's not really such a big deal. As for Yang Wei, I can't say much on his case... especially since today's the day."

Mu Zhong raised an eyebrow. "Today's the day for what exactly?" Usually, most of everything his father knew, he too, as the closest to him in clan matters, would usually know as well.

Mu Zhihao relaxed back in his chair. "He'll be made an elder, but that's as much as I know."

Mu Zhong was briefly shocked, but he did expect this considering everything Yang Wei had done. Master Ming, who heard this, screamed at the top of his voice, "WHHAAAAAAT?! THEY'RE MAKING THAT MENACE AN ELDER?!"

...

Mu Lingxi was just waking up from her sleep. She yawned a bit and rubbed her face and her droopy eyes several times before getting up from bed. Letting out a small yawn, she stood up and got ready for the day.

Feeling fresh and ready, she headed out to pay some wounded cultivators a visit.

Maybe I should pay Wei a visit too... I don't get why he doesn't just come see me. Mo Chang isn't my personal guard anymore since Father permitted him to go into seclusion, so why can't he just... *sigh* Who am I kidding, it's Yang Wei.

Walking through the road paths of the Mu Clan settlement, she noticed several clan members looking at her. At first, she thought it was just their reaction to seeing a young Grandmaster like herself. She smiled proudly and adjusted her robes. "Perhaps, I should find a way to control my popularity.." she chuckled.

However, she soon realized these people weren't looking at her with admiration, but rather like she was a strange creature. Mu Lingxi stopped and went to a small fountain nearby to check her face. Then, she saw her face was painted like a clown's, with white paint, red cheeks, and a red nose. On her forehead was written "Yang Wei's Stubborn Babe".

"W-what?!" she immediately felt embarrassed and tried using the water to wash her face, but this was far from ordinary paint. "YANG WEI YOU BASTARD!!"