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

Recovery Pavilion…

Ling Meiyan lay in her bed, trying hard to fall asleep, but she kept hearing strange whispers that kept her awake.

"We see you, even when you think you're alone."

"You'll never wake up from the nightmare we've planned for you."

"Your fear makes the darkness stronger."

Every time she tried to get comfortable, the voices would start again, making her toss and turn restlessly.

"Listen closely... Can you hear us crawling under your bed?"

Soon, she heard the voice of a little girl.

"It… *sniffle* it hurts so much. Make it stop."

Her eyes snapped open, and she sat up in bed, feeling very uneasy in the dark room.

She looked around, her eyes trembling, scanning every corner, but there was nothing unusual.

Th-, these voices… I shouldn't be hearing these. Wh-, what are they?

Sweat began to form on her forehead.

The room was so silent that it felt like someone else was there, perfectly hidden. She could hear everything, except for them.

Then, a whisper, louder than all the previous ones, said…

"Pssst! I want your liver..."

She looked down, and to her horror, hidden under her sheets, resting on her thighs, was a man with a twisted grin and eerie blue eyes that glowed like the blue embers of hell.

Meiyan, without hesitation and without allowing the creature in her bed another moment, leaped out and crashed into several tables holding pill bottles and medicinal scrolls.

She sprinted to the far end of the spacious recovery room, summoning a dragon sword into her hand and pointing it towards the intruder.

"WHO ARE YOU?!"

Because she was only in her tight undergarments, she instinctively covered her huge breasts with her free hand, though nothing revealing was exposed.

A small chuckle escaped the man on her bed, and as he turned to face her, she recognized him as Yang Wei.

The young man in question chuckled softly and reclined on her bed, crossing his legs. "You can already manifest a dragon sword; your cultivation seems nearly recovered," he remarked casually.

The venomous glare on Ling Meiyan's face softened, replaced by a more relieved expression. "Junior Brother... it's you."

Yang Wei tipped an imaginary hat and gave her a nonchalant nod. "Indeed. Who else would dare to rest on your tender thighs but me," he chuckled lightly thereafter.

"Please, don't do that again…" Ling Meiyan sighed in relief, dispersing her dragon sword and sitting on the bed to calm herself.

Yang Wei smiled warmly. "It won't happen again, I was just trying to have some fun." He stretched out his arms, then relaxed them behind his neck as a cushion.

Ling Meiyan stared silently at the ground, but soon noticed her bare thighs and cleavage were on full display. Suddenly remembering she was half-naked, her cheeks turned a little red.

Mother always warned me never to let a man see me like this unless he was my husband!Nôv(el)B\\jnn

She lifted her head abruptly and gasped a bit.

"Huh?" Yang Wei noticed. "What's wrong?"

Rather than answering, she just pointed in Yang Wei's direction, lowering her head in shame. Although it was dark, she didn't want to risk him seeing her blushing face.

"C-, can you hand me one of my robes?"

She hated how she stuttered and how her pointing hand was trembling like a malfunctioning engine.

Yang Wei's eyebrows went up at her sudden strange behavior. "Hm?" he uttered. It only took a few seconds for him to realize why she was acting like this. He looked at her rack of robes and then back to Ling Meiyan before a slightly mischievous grin appeared on his face while his nostrils flared with excitement.

"Ahem!" he cleared his throat loudly, then used his spiritual energy to levitate Ling Meiyan's robe toward her. "Still, I'd prefer if you remained the way you are rather than wearing those robes."

Ling Meiyan closed her eyes and ignored his comment.

"Humph! Men and naked women's bodies, it's always the same story."

She rose from the bed and put on her silk robe, making sure that her wide hips didn't pop out too much, nor her ample breasts. Surprisingly, Yang Wei had chosen the robe with the thinnest material, so when she finished dressing, she still looked very perky.

"Looking sexy~" Yang Wei teased her.

Ling Meiyan glanced at the robe and noticed how thin and tight they were on her body. Her embarrassment steamed up her face and she turned sharply to Yang Wei.

"Junior Brother, why would you give me something so… so indecent!!"

Her cheeks puffed out like buns as she stared furiously at him.

What she hoped was an intimidating stare just looked cute to Yang Wei. He reached for an apple in a nearby fruit basket, then took a big bite and chewed slowly. "Why keep something so indecent around then?" he replied with his mouth full.

Ling Meiyan paused, trying to find a proper response, but her words failed her. Frustrated that he was making sense, her cheeks puffed up even more. "W-, well, you knew what you were doing when you gave me that robe!" she retorted.

The young man shrugged and took another bite of his apple.

Ling Meiyan eyed the apple he was eating, then held out her hand gently. "Hey… that's one of my get-well presents!"

Casually ignoring her comment as if she had never asked one, Yang Wei swallowed heavily and took another bite. "Did you receive the flowers I sent you?"

"Hm?" Ling Meiyan's expression turned blank. "The peony flowers? Delivered by the disciples yesterday? That was you?" she asked, seeking confirmation.

Yang Wei nodded. "Mhm."

An affectionate smile warmed Ling Meiyan's pretty face as she clasped her hands against her chest, gazing at the peony flowers in the vase. "Yes, I got them… thank you."

With his mouth full, Yang Wei replied, "No problem," continuing to chew loudly.

"How did you…" Ling Meiyan paused, firming her voice to avoid sounding too tender. She often felt she sounded like a child and aimed to sound more imposing. "How did you know peonies were my favorite flowers?" she asked.

Having finished his apple, Yang Wei burped lightly and replied, "Well… the rich and vibrant colors of the peony, from its deep reds to soft pinks, reminded me of your wavy brown hair and warm brown eyes."

"Huh?" Ling Meiyan was surprised, her cheeks softly turning red. "I-, I see…"

Recently, Ling Meiyan was often surprised by Yang Wei's visits. This wasn't the first time they'd spoken since his return from a year-long seclusion. He visited her regularly, at least six times a week, often sharing the latest news about Grand Elder Peak or updates on his disciples.

His visits made her feel happier and less burdened by her life-threatening spirit wound. These interactions brought them closer, transforming their relationship from mere acquaintances to close friends.

Yang Wei knew about her mother and her true origins, secrets only the matriarchs of the sect knew. Yet, he kept his visits private, always reminding her not to tell anyone he came by.

I wonder if he acts that way because he's a bit embarrassed about how much he cares for Matriarch Dragon Sun and me. Maybe he just wants to avoid unnecessary attention or questions.

Considering his recent popularity, frequent visits to us could spark new romantic rumors, and he's probably not ready for that now that he's in a serious relationship. Yes, that's likely it.

Ling Meiyan giggled a little.

Yang Wei rose from the bed and tossed the apple core into a small wooden trashbox. "So, how's Huiran doing now?" he asked calmly.

Looking somewhat melancholy, Ling Meiyan walked over to a section of the room cordoned off by a large white curtain.

"She's here…" Ling Meiyan gently pulled the curtain aside to reveal Ming Huiran.

Yang Wei's expression turned grave as he saw her sitting there.

It seemed none of the treatments from the apothecaries were yielding results. Ming Huiran still appeared severely emaciated, her skin burned and her face marred with wounds.

Yang Wei couldn't help but feel frustrated, especially as he looked at the patches of hair on her head and the lifelessness in her eyes.

He approached Ming Huiran and crouched beside her.

"Huiran…" he murmured softly.

It was all he could manage to say at that moment. Stay connected through empire

"...Mm?" Ming Huiran responded faintly. It was the closest she had come to speaking in days, a slight improvement that gave a glimmer of hope, though she seemed mildly confused, tilting her head as if struggling to see clearly.

Yang Wei swallowed hard and asked solemnly, "Have there been any improvements?" He avoided making eye contact, consumed by silent anguish.

Ling Meiyan wished she could offer a positive response, but there was none.

"I... well, she hasn't gotten any better. Sometimes the apothecaries need to stimulate her neck to help her breathe, and there are occasions when she wets herself if no one remembers to take her to the toilet. She still doesn't recognize anyone, but at least now she can speak a little."

Yang Wei took a shaky deep breath and gazed at Ming Huiran's expressionless face, then gently placed a hand on her cheek.

Ming Huiran attempted to speak, "Ya-, W… Haa, uu…" Her words were disjointed, lacking any sign of intelligence in her eyes or voice.

She seemed utterly lost.

Yang Wei stood up and turned away in silence.

He was heartbroken.

"Will you be alright?" Ling Meiyan asked, watching him as he left.

The young man laughed loudly. "Ha! Of course, why wouldn't I be? She'll be fine when a solution comes up."

He continued to walk away.

However, before he could get far, Ling Meiyan ran up behind him and wrapped her arms around him. She hugged him affectionately, resting her head against his back while her arms gently caressed his chest. He was much taller than her, and hugging him from behind made this difference quite clear.

Yang Wei stood in silence, savoring the comfort of Ling Meiyan's embrace.

"It'll be fine..." she softly whispered to him.