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

Sun Yurong's eyes widened briefly, but in her mind, it felt like an eternity as she vividly remembered her little Yuying's face: her long white hair, her distinct purple eyes, and the sweetness of her baby-like giggle. "Y-, you've spoken with my... my daughter?" she asked with a trembling voice.

Yang Wei smiled, "Many times. You could say we're good friends."

Sun Yurong gently clasped her hands to her chest, lowering her head slightly but continuing to walk. However, there was a noticeable change in her demeanor—a peaceful smile now appeared her face, as if all her worries had vanished. She didn't even need to know how Yang Wei knew about Sun Yuying being her daughter; she was simply happy. "Well, I'm glad to hear that," she calmly said.

If she can become friends with Wei, then I'm sure she has a lot of friends... *chuckle* and patience.

"Mhm," came Yang Wei's typically casual response.

Sun Yurong then looked back at him, her face noticeably less stressed from their conversation. "So, since you're accompanying me to Blue Steam Mountain, I was wondering if you'd help me with something," she said.

Yang Wei raised an eyebrow, muttering, "Hm?" He never liked when people asked for favors without immediately disclosing what it was; to him, it implied they wanted something stressful from him.

Sun Yurong tilted her head gently, softening her expression as she asked, "So, there's this Inkflow Spire disciple who wandered into our territory. She fell unconscious, and we've been taking care of her since then. Her spiritual energy has been depleted for weeks, and she looks feverish, but we've been doing our best to care for her."

Yang Wei raised an eyebrow, looking at Sun Yurong with mild confusion. He wondered if she needed his help with healing the girl. "Why not just take her to the Recovery Pavilion? Our sect has plenty of resources to speed up her recovery. Besides, she's a Dragon Blossom Sect disciple, so I doubt there'd be any issues with rejuvenating her..."

Feeling a bit ashamed, Sun Yurong cleared her throat and then rested her clasped hands behind her well-rounded buttocks. "Well, to be honest, we've been keeping her because I initially planned to use her..."

Yang Wei interrupted with a yawn, "Use her as leverage to show the White Serpent Sect means well and push for sect reunification, right?"

Sun Yurong didn't respond; instead, she exhaled deeply, trying to maintain her dignified image.

Yang Wei continued nonetheless, "Even if you didn't have the items needed to fully recover her, you were willing to let her slowly suffer and possibly risk death from spiritual energy depletion, as long as you were the ones who saved her. That's right too, huh?"

Clearing her throat, she looked slightly offended. But the truth stung, and that's why it hit a nerve. "You didn't have to say it like I'm some heartless villain, hmph!" she retorted, her soft, ruby-colored lips forming a small pout.

Adjusting his sleeves, Yang Wei replied, "But it's the truth, isn't it?"

"Indeed."

Sun Yurong's attempt at innocence was futile; she simply tossed her wavy, long silver hair with an air of pride, showing no remorse for her actions. This behavior of hers earned her the nickname "Blood Scorpion" among those who knew her true nature, both inside and outside the sect. She didn't have much sympathy for others, despite appearances, and was single-minded in pursuit of her goals.

Yang Wei, on the other hand, didn't care whether she felt guilty or not—if he didn't know the person, he wouldn't stress himself over them unnecessarily.

"Rawr!" Tianyi barked as he leaped out of Yang Wei's storage pouch and onto Sun Yurong's hands.

"Oh?" Sun Yurong let out a small exclamation, but she managed to catch the little dragon, looking a bit bewildered.

"Brrrr...!" Tianyi emitted a gentle purr-like noise and snuggled even closer to Sun Yurong, eliciting a chuckle from her as she stroked his slicked-back, white horns.

Yang Wei remarked observantly. "Hmm, looks like Tianyi likes you too."

As the dragon nestled even tighter into her embrace, Sun Yurong replied, "Oh? You think so? I never thought I was good with animals, so this is a pleasant surprise."

Leaning in to get a closer look at Tianyi snuggling, Yang Wei gave him a suspicious glance and spoke with a hint of mischief, "Or maybe he's just into women like his master, hm?" He raised an eyebrow for dramatic effect.

The golden dragon felt the weight of Yang Wei's stare and let out a cute squeak before hugging Sun Yurong even tighter. Sun Yurong then moved Tianyi away from Yang Wei's intimidating gaze, "Enough!" she said, her voice rising slightly. She lifted Tianyi up like a newborn baby, "You'll scare this adorable little dragon if you keep staring at him like that.

Shame on you!" She shot Yang Wei a stern side-eye.

Yang Wei straightened up and stroked his imaginary beard, "Well played, son. Seems I've taught you well, perhaps too well."

Looking at the little dragon she held up, Tianyi had a better view of the woman's face, and suddenly his cheeks turned red. He winked at Sun Yurong, who didn't think much of it and simply brought the dragon closer, hugging him gently.

Yang Wei frowned as he saw Tianyi's smiling face gently pressed against Sun Yurong's peaks that were as big and soft as pillows.

Hnnn... she never let me do that even when we're flirting.

"Hm?" Sun Yurong uttered, giving Yang Wei a coquettish side-eye. She seductively teased, "What's wrong? Do you want to touch them too? Or perhaps... you want me to nurse you a bit~~?"

Yang Wei swallowed hard and cleared his throat. "Women, always initiating something romantic and then backing off the moment it gets to the bed," he wisely commented.

"Oh?" Sun Yurong feigned innocence with a cute expression. "I'm definitely not one of those women, especially with a man I like. I'd let you take me by the legs anytime, Weijun~"

Yang Wei leaned forward with a stern expression. "Then how about we do it in the bushes?"

Sun Yurong's eyes widened, and Tianyi looked on, oblivious to the conversation's meaning. "Y-you seriously want us to do it in the bushes?"

Yang Wei straightened his robes and began walking forward. "Of course not. I, Yang Wei, wouldn't stoop so low..." he paused, turning to her with a smug grin, "...But you still hesitated, didn't you?"

Carrying Tianyi in her arms, she briskly walked forward to catch up to Yang Wei, maintaining her elegance despite her annoyance. It seemed she didn't like the idea of losing at anything, no matter how small or unimportant. "I didn't hesitate. I-I just got a little flustered by the idea of doing something so sacred in the bushes," she explained.

Yang Wei simply shrugged, "Hmm, hesitation is still hesitation, you know?"

Sun Yurong frowned, her knitted eyebrows showing her displeasure. "You played unfair. If it were a normal request, I-, I wouldn't have hesitated one bit, humph!"

However, Yang Wei grinned victoriously, waving a finger dismissively. "A win is a win, unfortunately."

Despite their exchange, the two continued on their way to the Blue Steam Mountain.