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

Chapter 3: Yang Wei.

Yang Wei.

From the moment he entered the world, his birth echoed like a thunderclap across the realms.

The balance of the world shifted to accommodate the incredible power that he had from birth.

Born to the most powerful magic clan in existence, it was obvious he carried with him all the power and talent of his era.

The Four Great Magic Kings felt the overwhelming pressure of his magic power.

His infant cries carried powerful surges of mana that put him above even veteran mages.

At an age when most were cradled in innocence, Yang Wei exhibited an affinity for magic that frightened the other magic clans.

By the tender age where children learned to toddle, Yang Wei had already mastered spells that took seasoned mages several painstaking decades of study.

His incantations were unmistakable.

His elemental magic crumbled empires.

His abilities transcended the boundaries of convention.

Every arcane discipline bowed before his prodigious mastery.

It was even stated that as a baby, his soiled diaper was enough to be classified as a high-grade artifact.

One of the four Magic Kings said with his own mouth,

"The moment Yang Wei was born, I could already tell that the world had changed, no, that's not how it felt... Actually, it was like the moment he crept out of his mother's womb, every magic spell, every incantation, every theory was a mistake, even the world recognized itself as a mistake... His birth forced the world to fix itself. Magic theories became principles and spells were ten times stronger."

Wuxian, the Golden Sage of the Infinity Tower mentioned,

"Without thinking of the consequences, I paid a visit to the Yang Clan... I was eager to see this arrogant brat that was declared the strongest in the golden era of magic. Never before or after that, had I felt fear simply by staring at the eyes of another person."

Some said,

"How does one become the strongest in the Golden Age of Magic, at the age five."

Others said,

"We were never in the Golden Age of Magic, Yang Wei's birth has proved that."

"The heavens must've converged to give birth to him."

"Even a thousand sorcerers couldn't lay a hand on his hair!"

"Yang Wei didn't master magic— he became its ruler. He's the paragon of magical excellence."

"He's the most arrogant young master I've ever seen! He killed the four Magic Kings, and as if that wasn't enough, he took their wives and daughters for himself! He wiped out several ancient magic clans simply because they were tricked by a Divine Goddess to kill him! Doesn't he know what mercy is?!"

"He's the most generous man to exist, he saved my small village from the advances of the Luong Empire!"

People had different opinions of him.

But they could all agree on one thing,

"He's the strongest!"

And now, the strongest mage in Golden Era of Magic, planned to stand at the pinnacle of this new world.

A cultivation world.

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Descending swiftly, Yang Wei braced himself as he almost trod on the face of a novice disciple, startling the poor girl into a terrified scream.

At the very last moment, he hovered just inches above her face, offering an apologetic smile.

"Sorry about that, pardon me," he said, suppressing a chuckle at the disciple's sudden panic. "Do you know where I can find the person in charge?"

The overwhelmed disciple, unable to cope with the extraordinary turn of events, promptly collapsed and fainted from shock.

"Tsk, stressful," Yang Wei muttered, shaking his head.

Carrying on his serene stride through the air, he ventured further into the inner sanctum of the Dragon Blossom Sect.

However, his journey was promptly halted by four fierce disciples.

Li Jun.

[ He is a 1st Path Cultivator in the 2nd level of the Core Formation Realm. A Qi Condenser. ]

Wang Hao.

[ He is a 1st Path Cultivator in the 4th level of the Core Formation Realm. The Core Embryonic stage. ]

Liu Jing.

[ She is a 1st Path Cultivator in the 4th level of the Spirit Gathering Realm. A Spirit Guardian.]

Chen Wei.

[ He is a 1st Path Cultivator in the 2nd level of the Spirit Gathering Realm. A Spirit Disciple. ]

Li Jun, taking the lead, pointed accusingly at Yang Wei.

"How dare you desecrate our sacred grounds! You will pay for your insolence."

His voice carried authority.

With a resigned sigh, Yang Wei coolly retorted, "Technically, I haven't set foot in your 'sacred grounds'..."

He used air quotes to punctuate his sarcasm.

At first, the disciples were puzzled, but soon realized the sardonic humor as he continued to float above the ground.

A faint snicker escaped Liu Jing, quickly stifled by a stern look from Li Jun.

After, Li Jun drew his sword and pointed it at Yang Wei as he stared at him with a steely glare.

Li Jun turned his focus back to Yang Wei.

He's able to fly, that means he's already in the Core Formation Realm or likely even higher, but I refuse to believe this arrogant bastard would be so confident to trespass the Dragon Blossom Sect so casually. He's barely giving off enough qi that would make me believe he's in the Nascent Soul Realm... or maybe he's suppressing it?

There were a lot of questions on his mind, but there wasn't sufficient time to start analyzing them one by one.

Wang Hao shouted at the top of his voice.

"HOW DARE THIS BASTARD DISTURB MY OWN PEACEFUL CULTIVATION WITH THAT BLASTED EXPLOSION!"

Unfazed, Yang Wei continued, "Oh, you're a farmer?"

With an exasperated growl, Wang Hao snapped, "Enough of your arrogance!"

Swiftly unsheathing his sword, he set it sideways, prepared to attack.

Wang Hao's eyes blazed with fury as he faced Yang Wei.

"I don't plan on showing you any mercy," he growled.

Yang Wei, maintaining his composure, flashed a gentle smile. "I really don't wish to fight you now. I just want to know who's in charge around here," he calmly stated.

Wang Hao gritted his teeth.

"If you want to get to them, you'll have to earn it."

Without hesitation, Wang Hao performed a series of intricate hand seals, and suddenly a crackle of lightning sparked in his left palm. Tracing the lightning across his jian, a small crest materialized on the blade. The jian crackled with a surge of blue lightning until it engulfed Wang Hao and his weapon, covering him in a shroud of crackling energy.

Senior Brother Wang Hao is always so hotheaded, but it might be for the best if he handles this quickly... Li Jun observed.

Yang Wei rubbed his chin as he watched. "Honestly, I'm shocked."

"You're shocked? No need to make excuses, just face your end!" sneered Wang Hao.

With a sudden burst of speed, Wang Hao lunged toward Yang Wei.

A streak of blue light crossed the space between them.

The tremendous force of his movement caused the very ground to shift beneath his feet.

As his sword descended toward Yang Wei, an explosion of radiant light illuminated the surroundings, causing onlookers to shield their eyes.

"What's happening?!" Chen Wei exclaimed, unable to contain his surprise.

When the light subsided, they were met with an astonishing sight.

Yang Wei stood unscathed.

He held Wang Hao by the neck with a tight grip.

Blood trickled from Wang Hao's mouth as his neck seemed to snap bit by bit.

Locking eyes with Wang Hao, Yang Wei spoke with contempt.

"Did that little brain of yours really think you'd be able to defeat me with petty parlor tricks like that?"

He tightened his hold on Wang Hao's neck until the jian fell from his hand and clattered to the ground.

"S... Senior Brother Wang Hao..."

That was all Liu Jing could say.

Li Jun was able to maintain his composure.

It doesn't make any sense... What Wang Hao just used was the Lightning Spirit Technique, that sword was spirit refined twice. And yet, this man looks unharmed.

He immediately wondered if a sword that had been spirit refined three times.

"He survived that?!" Chen Wei shouted. "How?!"

The only person that knew the answer, was Yang Wei.

His multilayer barrier, or [Overworld Shield] was a sophisticated defensive mechanism designed to provide protection against a wide range of elemental, physical and magical attacks.

It consisted of multiple layers, such as,

Fire-resistance layer, Water-resistance layer, Earth-resistance layer, Wind-resistance layer, Lightning-resistance layer, Spatial-resistance layer, Temporal-resistance layer, Ice-resistance layer, Physical attack-resistance layer, Magical attack-resistance layer and Energy wave-resistance layer.

It functioned by seamlessly integrating these various layers of defense, with each layer responding autonomously to incoming attacks. When faced with a specific type of threat, the corresponding layer activated and adapted to neutralize the attack, providing comprehensive protection against a wide range of elemental, physical and magical threats.

The Lightning-resistance layer employed mana-enhanced conductive particles to disperse electric currents and prevent damage from lightning-based attacks.

With Wang Hao trapped in his grasp, Yang Wei placed his left hand on Wang Hao's stomach, a sly smirk spreading across his face.

"Since you've had your attempt, it's only fair that I have mine," he taunted maliciously.

Channeling his energy, Yang Wei used [Scarlet Magic], conjuring a small, crimson orb in the palm of his hand.

The sphere connected with Wang Hao's abdomen, causing unbearable agony to surge through his body.

The red light intensified with each passing moment, causing Wang Hao's screams to increase.

"Hmm?" Yang Wei uttered.

Li Jun's eyes widened in horror as he witnessed the brutality unfolding before him.

Reacting swiftly, he unsheathed the jian strapped to his back, poised to intervene.

"Brute, leave Senior Brother Wang Hao and face me," Li Jun demanded.

He was trying to divert Yang Wei's attention so Wang Hao wouldn't have to suffer such torment.

However, Yang Wei completely ignored him and continued to inflict excruciating pain upon Wang Hao, whose cries grew more desperate, blood visibly seeping from his eyes.

Li Jun, Chen Wei, and Liu Jing watched in stunned disbelief as Wang Hao's lower body fragmented into a shower of flesh and blood that disintegrated into a fine dust.

Chen Wei's breath caught in his throat, and Li Jun cried out in shock, "Senior Brother Wang Hao!"

Yang Wei's left hand was now drenched in blood as he faced the three cultivators, with a cold gaze.

"Next."