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

In the history of the Inkflow Spire, there's a powerful technique called the "Crimson Serpent-Dragon Scriptorium."

It's this ancient art passed down by the Yuan Clan, combining ink, blood, and spiritual cultivation.

Ages ago, the Yuan ancestors got creative with ink and blood, inspired by the celestial dragons of the Sect. They aimed to create a magnificent art that blends the power of both realms.

Now, thanks to the Yuan Clan's ancient wisdom, the descendants use their calligraphy mastery and infuse it with their bloodline essence.

Only those with Yuan blood and a deep Inkflow Illumination understanding can unleash the full potential of the Crimson Serpent-Dragon Scriptorium.

It truly is, the magnum opus of their clan.

Yuan Po fixed a stern gaze on Yang Wei.

"You've got one last chance, Wei. Bend the knee and apologize to Sun Yuying, or face death right here, right now."

His voice had zero emotions.

It was unlike the loud, muscle headed Yuan Po everyone was used to.

Wu Fengtian, still cowering in his hiding spot, chimed in anxiously, "Senior Brother, just do what he says! Otherwise, we're done for."

Yang Wei turned slightly toward Wu Fengtian, a resolute look in his eyes. "No, I'm not interested," he calmly said.

"I get you've pulled off some impressive feats, like killing several Spirit Gathering cultivators. But this one's a whole new ball game. The technique Yuan Po aims to use is an ancient one from his clan, part of the Five Great Powers of the Inkflow Spire!"

"If you want to leave, leave. But once you do that, never speak to me again."

Wu Fengtian hesitated, fear vibrating through his body.

I wanna run...

I... I don't wanna die

If I stay here... Yuan Po's attack, it'll...

Sweat dripped down his forehead as he struggled to move.

"Yang Wei, have you made your decision?" Yuan Po asked.

Yang Wei stepped forward and elegantly flicked the hem of his robes.

"Fengtian..."

"Y... Yes, Senior Brother?"

"I understand you're scared. You don't want to face death... no one does. But there are moments when you have to stare it down with courage. And if you can't do that, trust in me, Yang Wei, your Senior Brother."

Unable to find his voice, Wu Fengtian finally burst out, "Go fuck yourself, Yuan Po!"

"Good boy," said a grinning Yang Wei.

With an indifferent expression, Yuan Po shook his head.

"I thought you were smart..."

The blood on his jian's blade spread until it turned completely blazing red. He began drawing calligraphy strokes in the air, forming an array after twelve strokes, and shouted,

"Crimson Serpent-Dragon Scriptorium!"

From the array, a flaming red dragon surged with blood, ink, and heavy spiritual energy that warped the surroundings and crushed the forests like twigs.

Wu Fengtian stayed, trying to steel himself. "Nnggh!"

The gigantic dragon spirit roared so loudly the entire Serpent's Spire quaked greatly.

It wreaked havoc as it headed straight for Yang Wei and everything on that side of the Serpent's Spire. Its movement was chaotic, and the spiritual pressure was so intense that Wu Fengtian felt like he was getting crushed, even from a distance.

"Heh, this has given my mana core a rude awakening..."

He then performed several double-handed hand seals.

This caused red and green flame-like energy to surge around him like a stream.

Yang Wei spread his arms out, clapped his palms together, and the red and green flames turned golden.

"Golden Emperor's Golden Palm!"

Lifting one arm, the skies tore in two, revealing a huge golden hand.

TREMOOOOR!!

It was one that carried a heaven-shattering, supremely ultimate, almighty earth-rending aura.

Yang Wei just swiped his arm down, as though he was yanking this massive hand to come crashing down on them.

The huge hand moved...

It progressively extinguished even the skies and erased all present spiritual energy—an attack capable of deleting the body, mind and soul.

Wu Fengtian, looking up, saw the huge hand, blocking out the skies completely.

The hand pressed against the gigantic dragon spirit, effortlessly extinguishing it and crumbling more than half of the Serpent's Spire.

Had it been it was at its full power, all of the sect would end up like the dragon spirit...

Gone.

As the dust settled, Wu Fengtian coughed heavily and tightly closed his eyes. When he reopened them, he saw Yang Wei standing in front of him, smiling.

Yang Wei asked, "Are you okay?"

Wu Fengtian coughed and stammered, "Y... Yes."

Yang Wei nodded and offered him a hand.

He took it, saying, "Thank you."

With a little more than half of the Serpent's Spire reduced to rubble, Yang Wei and Wu Fengtian strolled through the wreckage.

I can't sense any spiritual energy here. It's crazy because there used to be so much—this place was practically overflowing with it. Wu Fengtian thought.

Curiosity getting the better of him, he asked, "Hey, Senior Brother, mind telling me how you pulled off that...?"

Yang Wei cut him off, "Don't ask."

"Alright, alright," Wu Fengtian replied hastily, attempting to shift the conversation. "So, is Yuan Po, like, dead or something?"

Before Yang Wei could respond, they both spotted Yuan Po weakly crawling on the floor. His appearance had drastically changed—thin, wrinkled, and unsettlingly different from the usual huge and muscular Yuan Po.

Wu Fengtian, taking a step back in fear, stammered, "What the heck is that thing?"

Yang Wei coolly informed him, "It's still Yuan Po."

Yuan Po chuckled weakly, coughing up blood, and admitted, "Even like this, you still couldn't finish me off."

"Eh?" Both Yang Wei and Wu Fengtian expressed their surprise.

The looks on their faces said it all—how could he still brag even in his current condition.

Yang Wei approached Yuan Po, crouched beside him, and laughed.

"If I wanted to kill you, I would have. But this... this is even better. My attack extinguished just enough spiritual energy from your body and soul to turn you into this hideous thing. You might live for a few more weeks, maybe longer with some rejuvenation elixirs. However, you'll never heal your soul, cultivate, or face people without them laughing or calling you an ugly freak of nature.

And my personal favorite—now you're just a crippled, sad animal. You think Sun Yuying was disgusted by you before? Let's see what she'll say about you now."

Using [Ice Magic] Yang Wei created a mirror for Yuan Po to look at himself.

Yuan Po, in disbelief, stared at his altered reflection.

"N... No, my face..."

"My body..."

He then promptly vomited.

Yang Wei stood up and turned.

"So, do we return to the Spirit Harmony Peak?" Wu Fengtian asked.

"What? No. We'll wait for the spiritual energy here to replenish, then we'll continue our cultivation for at least a month."

Wu Fengtian, showing enthusiasm, shouted, "Yes, Sir!"

They began to walk away.

"No!"

"NO!!"

"Come back here!!"

The two ignored Yuan Po's feeble calls.

Angrily, he shouted, "Yang Wei! Come back here! You'll pay for this!"

But they paid no heed, leaving Yuan Po amidst the ruins of his defeated comrades.

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