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

Yang Wei pulled out a blazing white sword from his storage pouch.

It looked like it was made entirely of crystal, with ornate designs in silver and gold. This was the Star Flame Sword, a gift from Li Meixiu, and it could deliver attacks up to the Nascent Soul level.

When Mao Geming saw the weapon, he stepped back, almost panicking, and stammered…

"D-, didn't you say you were only allowed to use your powers as a cultivator? Not that arcane power you used to save the Azure Tree. That has to be cheating!"

He knew he stood no chance if Yang Wei used mystical powers and hoped to convince him to drop the powerful sword for something less intimidating.

But Mao Geming didn't know something crucial.

Yang Wei tilted his head and said, "Huh? This is just an offensive treasure of mine, not a magic power." He waved the Star Flame Sword around and continued, "Besides, I don't think I need magic to defeat you. This treasure should be more than enough."

A proud smile spread across the mage's face.

Mao Geming stepped back even more, pointing a trembling finger at the sword.

"S-, so that really isn't a mystical power?"

At first, Yang Wei was puzzled by Mao Geming's ignorance. Any cultivator should recognize a treasure like this immediately. But then he realized… to Mao Geming, this was a foreign object.

Raising the Star Flame Sword slightly, Yang Wei gave a small explanation.

"This is a treasure from the Upper Regions, given to me by my master. That's why it has such a powerful presence. Does that answer your question? Shall I end this fight now?"

He was confident he would easily win, especially given Mao Geming's obvious fear.

Taking several deep breaths, Mao Geming stabbed his sword into the ground beside him. Surprisingly, the initial fear on his face disappeared, replaced by the determined look of a cultivator ready to die for their sect.

With a stern expression, he said, "Fate Defying Elder, I'm sorry to delay you, but if we're going to have a true, respectable battle between us, I need to fight at my full power."

Yang Wei stabbed his Star Flame Sword into the ground as well and raised both his arms to show he wouldn't attack while Mao Geming prepared.

"Normally, I'd have sent you to the Recovery Pavilion the moment you dropped your sword to make such a foolish request. A cultivator pursuing the Greater Dao should always be ready to give their all in any confrontation. But I'll be magnanimous and show mercy this once."

He then folded his arms and kept a calm expression.

Mao Geming covered his fist with the palm of his other hand and bowed his head in gratitude.

"I would expect no less from the Fate Defying Elder."

With that, Mao Geming began bringing out various defensive treasures.

First, he pulled out fifty paper talismans, each spirit-refined three times.

"Fifty Islands Talisman!"

Then, he brought out armor pieces crafted from a flood dragon.

"Dragon Scale Spirit Armor!"

Next, he swallowed a fiery red pill.

"Fire Dragon Pill!"

He also brought out a silver disk.

"Silver Moon Disk!"

After that, it was impossible to keep track of the countless treasures he unleashed from his storage pouch.

"Golden Lotus Seed Shield!"

"Nine Rings of Protection!"

"Heavenly Cloud Armor!"

"Crystal Barrier Orb!"

"Iron King Parasol!"

"Celestial Bell of Protection!"

"Fire Serpent Ring!"

He called forth numerous treasures, each at the Core Formation level or just touching the surface of the Nascent Soul level.

At that point, Mao Geming was radiating a powerful defensive aura that everyone could sense. He gave off the presence of an unmovable fortress!

Fragrant Cloud started pulling his hair out in panic. "No! No! He used so many defensive treasures that even I'm starting to doubt the Grand Elder's chances of victory!" He was panting heavily, worry etched on his face, like he was about to cry.

Patriarch Bloodflame didn't say a word, simply watching.

"Hrmm…" was all he uttered.

Huo Yue was standing among the crowd of disciples. She held Tianyi in her arms and gently stroked his swollen belly as the dragon slept deeply.

The beauty chuckled nervously, "I think that's… a little too much."

Now, it seemed the tables had turned again.

Mao Geming felt more confident, having used every defensive treasure in his arsenal. Grinning with the confidence he had when he first challenged Yang Wei, he shouted, "Alright, brace yourself, Fate Defying Elder!"

ZOOOOM~!

Pulling his sword from the ground, he charged at Yang Wei with incredible speed, like an arrow shot with the strength of a heavenly dragon and the accuracy of an all-seeing eagle.

The earth rumbled as if an earthquake was happening!

However, that was the last time anyone saw Mao Geming move…

In the next instant, there was a flash of Yang Wei's Star Flame Sword, reinforced with blood Qi.
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BOOOOM~!!

Mao Geming was sent hurtling back, crashing into a wall. He landed in the rubble, badly injured and skewered with blood swords and fang swords, like wild meat ready to be roasted.

Everyone was silent and stunned. They hadn't yet recovered from their shock.

The battle ended so quickly?

Even after he used over thirty defensive treasures?

Elder Fragrant Cloud, who had been panicking and scared to death at the thought of losing all their resources, widened his eyes as a result of profound shock. "He… he won?"

Yang Wei retracted the numerous blood and fang swords hovering around him.

It seemed he had summoned many swords to attack Mao Geming with, but Mao was so weak that it only took less than ten six-time spirit-refined swords made from celestial blood Qi and fang Qi to defeat him.

The swords vanished, and Yang Wei stored his Star Flame Sword back in his storage pouch.

If he had used that, the powerful energy it could release would have likely eviscerated Mao Geming.

Yang Wei turned and gave a small nod to the crowd of disciples and elders.

"Elder Fragrant Cloud, collect all the resources and treasures that idiot has on him and submit them to the Grand Elder Hall. I'm feeling a little hungry, so I shall take my leave."

He left everyone standing there in shock-inspired silence.

Somehow, the crowd erupted in excitement.

The male disciples were chuckling about how quick the battle ended, while the girls were just staring at Yang Wei with hearts in their eyes.

"That battle was so fast!"

"My Mortal Realm eyes could never comprehend such a quick battle!"

"I'm 4th level of Spirit Gathering and even I couldn't see anything!"

"That was so amazing!"

"Fate Defying Elder is so handsome, and his talent just never seems to get old!"

"I know, right?! I love him so much!"

"He's the only competent man in our sect!"

The female disciples shrieked with great excitement.

If Yang Wei was leaving, Huo Yue was definitely going with him. She knew he'd be mentally exhausted after the fight, so she prepared a small feast for him.

As for Mao Geming, the attack happened so fast, he couldn't even tell when he lost.

He remembered gearing up for a powerful strike, and the next thing he knew, he was buried under debris, bleeding from multiple sword wounds.

He didn't even manage to touch Yang Wei's clothes—that's how fast it went down.

All he saw up close was Yang Wei's smug smile, a flash of red from the blood swords, and a flash of white from the fang swords.

It took just that to shred through all his defensive treasures.

"No…" Mao Geming coughed up blood. "After all my training… I still lost."

Tears streamed down his face, and he sniffled like a child who flunked an exam.

Elder Fragrant Cloud assigned some disciples to carry Mao Geming to the Recovery Pavilion.

"It seems Grand Elder Yang wasn't lying about sending that sword cultivator our way." Fragrant Cloud was still amazed.

Patriarch Bloodflame chuckled loudly. "I knew Grand Elder Yang would come out on top! He's too good!"

Elder Flame Cauldron, usually all about food, was equally impressed. "I'm not even hungry after seeing that fight last less than a second. Who knew Grand Elder Yang was a master at breaking through weak defenses?"

The chubby man chuckled.

"What do you mean?" Bloodflame asked, intrigued.

"In the world of cultivation, bolstering one's defense seems as simple as donning numerous layers of defensive treasures. Yet, every protective artifact worn brings not just security, but also the challenge of maintaining harmony. Should the energies clash, the defensive prowess of each treasure may diminish, complicating the cultivator's path to absolute defense."

Flame Cauldron's explanation seemed very easy to grasp.

Bloodflame quickly caught on.

"Oho? I think I understand. The sword cultivator panicked and hastily deployed all his defensive treasures, neglecting their harmony. This oversight gave Grand Elder Yang a clear opening in his defenses. It's akin to a mighty iron cannon built on a fragile glass base──once the weak spot is hit, the entire cannon crumbles."

"Indeed…" Flame Cauldron nodded.