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

The apothecary senior's eyes widened as he realized he was challenging Yang Wei. His fellow apothecary disciples started whispering again.

"Isn't that the Yang Wei most of the sects have been talking about?"

"Yes, it has to be. The Star Disciple!"

"No, he's called the Honored Disciple—which is more like a star amongst Star Disciples!"

"I heard that's just a lie though."

"Shut up, what do you know?!"

These constant whispers made him angrier, like he wasn't getting any credit at all for being a half-decent apothecary disciple.

Enough of this!

In an attempt to impress, he made the third biggest mistake that day. He pointed at Yang Wei and stammered, "Y... Yang Wei, I-I challenge you to a fight!"

"Eh?" the nose-picking Yang Wei replied.

Watching the scene, Deng Rulan said to her fellow sisters, "

"While most male cultivators here can serve as decent slaves, I'm only interested in one~" She glanced at Yang Wei, slowly licking her lips.

Liu Yan disagreed, "Well, to be honest, there's nothing special about Yang Wei."

Hu Meizhen suddenly crossed her arms, and her huge breasts shot up and bounced a few times before settling on top of her folded arms. "For the first time, I'll agree with Yang Mi. This Yang Wei just sounds like another stupid, prideful man, disgusting."

Expectedly, Deng Rulan defended Yang Wei, "I'm surprised you can be so narrow-minded, Yang Mi. You're calling a man who became the Star Disciple of an upper-class Inner Sect in a few months, "nothing special"? It's a little ridiculous, don't you think?"

Hu Meizhen, choosing to side with Deng Rulan as always, turned to Liu Yan, placing her hands on her waist and leaning forward, shouting, "You're quite dumb if you can't see he's special." Her breasts swung side to side like a pendulum, capturing the attention of nearby men who instantly forgot their work.

Sigh~ of course I know he's special... Liu Yan thought.

Yang Wei yawned, addressing the apothecary senior, "You're an apothecary disciple, right?"

The confident response came, "Yes."

Yang Wei and Wu Fengtian exchanged glances, and then nodded. Then, Yang Wei went on to speak, "If we were to fight... I, Yang Wei, would wipe the floor with you. So, let's stick to something more in your area of expertise."

The apothecary senior placed a hand on his chest, bursting into laughter, followed by the other apothecary disciples. He asked, "Are you so arrogant that you would challenge me, an apothecary senior, to a battle of pills and plants?"

Yang Wei unfurled his fan, retorting, "Shut your mouth and prepare a pill furnace. Let's refine some pills."

Wu Fengtian leaned in, whispering, "I didn't know you had experience in pill refinement, Senior Brother."

Yang Wei chuckled, fanning himself, "Most definitely not, but it's probably not too challenging."

Besides, this is essential if I want to successfully cultivate the first volume of the Profound Black Tortoise Inheritance. I can't miss this opportunity...

All the apothecary disciples led Yang Wei to a large golden pill furnace adorned with intricate dragon carvings.

"Hm?" is all Yang Wei uttered.

The apothecary senior explained, "We'll be refining a fourth-grade pill, and the one with higher potency and fewer impurities will be crowned the victor..."

"Sure." But of course, this wasn't going to be Yang Wei's only words. "But of course, I have my own conditions."

"Your own conditions? *chuckle* That's nonsense talk!"

"Are you stupid?"

"Huh?"

"Why would I, Yang Wei, want to waste my time with a lowly apothecary senior in a pill refinement challenge, when I won't get anything in return?"

The apothecary senior growled under his breath. "You insolent cultivator! Isn't winning me a good enough gain for you?!" He stepped forward a bit, as if he was going to fight Yang Wei.

"Tsk Tsk Tsk." Yang Wei shook his head disappointedly, "An untalented brat like you won't even come close to elevating my status... even in the trenches, you uncultured swine." He fanned himself and nodded proudly shortly after.

"Grrr," he glared at Yang Wei. However, he didn't approach it in an unwise manner. Instead, he surprisingly opted for a logical solution, "Alright, what is your condition?" he asked.

"First," he began, "as an apothecary senior, you must have access to powerful medicinal manuals and practices for external and internal body fortification, right?"

The apothecary senior chuckled, "Like a body refinement pill? Easy work."

"Exactly," Yang Wei affirmed.

"Hmm, I see where you're getting at." He nodded understandingly. "If you can refine a fourth-grade pill better than mine or even refine one at all," the apothecary senior said with a laugh, "I'll give you all the medicinal manuals and practices on body refinement I have."

"So, what pill will we be refining?" Yang Wei asked as he approached the designated furnace. But just as he reached out, a loud voice halted him.

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!!"

All heads turned towards the source of the interruption—a woman.

Huo Zirou.

Wu Fengtian immediately panicked, blurting out, "P... Pill Master Huo!" He made a move to flee, but the woman, Huo Zirou, pointed at him, "Wu Fengtian, if you dare take another step, I'll cripple you and your sorry excuse for a cultivation base!" Her voice was cold and threatening.

Wu Fengtian froze, shaking his head frantically. He dropped to the polished floor, pleading, "Please, Pill Master, have mercy on me, your misguided student!"

Ignoring his pleas, Huo Zirou turned to her apothecary disciples, and addressed them.

"Have you all lost your minds? The art of pill refinement is a delicate and arduous one. If you truly take pride in it, you wouldn't let a disrespectful cultivator spout nonsense like this!"

She pointed accusingly at Yang Wei.

"He dares claim he's a better pill brewer than an apothecary senior I've trained with my own hands?!"

The apothecary disciples shifted uncomfortably, feeling heavy shame wash over them. Despite their embarrassment, they were eager to put Yang Wei in his place.

Yang Wei pounded his fist on his other hand, as if recalling something important. "Oh, wait," he said, turning to Huo Zirou. "I have a proposition."

Huo Zirou raised an eyebrow. "And what might that be?"

Yang Wei smirked. "Originally, I just wanted access to all the medicinal manuals and practices reserved for apothecary seniors. But now, I have another condition."

The apothecary senior interjected, "Who do you think you are to add another condition so casually?"

Yang Wei chuckled lightly. "Don't get so worked up."

But then, Huo Zirou crossed her arms and sighed. "You must be delusional if you think you can dictate any more terms in my presence," she said, turning away. "Get out. I have no time for stupidity."

Yang Wei stretched lazily and yawned as he watched her walk away. "Wow, I didn't realize the Apothecary Grandmaster was such a wuss. But then again, all women are in the end."

Huo Zirou froze, glaring at him.

The other disciples quickly distanced themselves, not wanting to get involved.

Liu Yan watched anxiously.

Yang Wei... what're you doing...

Huo Zirou turned back, demanding, "What's your second condition?"

Yang Wei pointed at her crotch and smiled deviously. "It's simple... I want to see your jade gate."

The entire hall erupted in shock. "EH?!" came the collective scream.