Magic Sect of Beauties: The Strongest Mage is in a Cultivation World
Chapter 65: Senior Brother Yang's Mentorship. Heart- to-Heart, Yun Feiyan's Plea.

Morning rolled in, and Yang Wei, just waking up, stretched like a cat.

"It's almost like *yawn* I forgot the beauty of sleep..."

He remembered the Serpent's Spire grind, where him and Fengtian practically skipped the whole sleep thing for a solid month.

Walking down the short hallway, Yang Wei paused abruptly.

There was a letter on the only table in the hallway—and it had his name on it. In a sense, it felt like a personalized wake-up call.

"Hm? Someone left me a letter?" Yang Wei mumbled, scratching his head in confusion.

Letter in hand, he cracked it open and gave it a read.

It was from Mu Lingxi, his unwilling to help Martial Sister.

[ Yang Wei, it looks like you've been having a good time in the Sect, either fooling around with women or stirring up unnecessary trouble.

I'll throw in some credit, though—reaching the 3rd level of the Mortal Realm, according to the spirit signatures in your courtyard (originally mine).

Thanks for looking after my study room and garden.

Still, I'm livid with you for various reasons, mainly for wasting my time. I checked the courtyard several times, but never ran into you. Rumors said you were in seclusion, but what exactly could you possibly learn on your own?

Also, the whole place reeked of alcohol, with vomit stains everywhere. We'll have a serious chat about this when I get back from the Hēi Lóng Mountains. ]

Letting out a sigh, he mumbled to himself, "Honestly, that woman... She could've just stayed here and took care of things until I returned. Why so difficult, right?" He looked around and noticed the place was clean and fresh. "Well, at least she helped me clean it up..."

Instead of tossing the letter into the abyss, he folded it up and stashed it in his robes, because why not.

Deciding to take a breather on the veranda, Yang Wei hoped for a moment of peace.

Well, that was wishful thinking.

Suddenly, a romantic "Senior Brother Yang~" caressed the air.

He barely had time to open his eyes before spotting a sea of disciples standing there, like they were auditioning for an idol show. Expectedly, most of the disciples were from Spirit Harmony Peak, but a couple of disciples also came from the Inkflow Spire and Green Sanctuary Peak.

"Eh?" Yang Wei grunted, clearly not expecting this morning fan club.

One beautiful soul, fixing her hair like she was in a drama, asked, "Please, sweet Senior Brother~ could you give me some tips on my cultivation? Spirit-refinement has been especially hard for me~~"

And just like that, the floodgates opened.

Other disciples started bombarding him with requests, desperate for the wisdom of the recently freed Yang Wei. News of his coming out from indefinite seclusion turned him into the hotshot mentor everyone wanted a piece of.

"Senior Brother, I need some help in the second realm of Dragon Vein Cultivation!"

"Senior Brother, I heard you've been studying the Soul Harmony Attunement Arts!!"

"Senior Brother, could you help me with this mantra!"

"I need to know what seclusion schedule would work best for me!"

It got so painfully annoying, and Yang Wei screamed,

"FINE! I'LL HELP!!"

...

Yang Wei worked late into the afternoon.

He bent over backward to help his now junior disciples.

He used what could now be called—"extensive knowledge on mantras", to fix their wonky chants and tossed in some improvements for good measure.

Visualization methods for Dragon Vein Cultivation, mental arrangement formulas for Spirit-refinement – he dished out wisdom like it was nothing.

His explanations were so crystal clear that even seniors scratching their heads found enlightenment. Funny thing, some disciples outranked him in cultivation, yet they still sought him out. Some dragged their feet, others just grinned ear to ear, thrilled to gain aid from the Sect's Rising Star.

As the disciples dispersed, leaving Yang Wei alone in his study room, he kicked back to unwind.

But peace was fleeting.

A mature woman's voice spoke– "So, you're the Yang Wei, I've tirelessly searched for ."

Yang Wei, lounging like it was a lazy Sunday, cracked open an eye to see Yun Feiyan. Who? No clue, but he wasn't about to shoo away a beautiful older woman.

Hmm, judging from her attire, she's likely not a cultivator. She wears a cheongsam just like Huo Yue, but hers is a little more flashy...

Straightening up, hands on the desk, he shot back, "Indeed, that's me. Problem? I hope not."

"Wouldn't it be more courteous for you, a man, to offer a lady a seat when she wants to discuss with you?" said Yun Feiyan.

"Hmm? Offering you a seat? Well, you walked into my courtyard without asking, so I figured you might as well take a seat without me requesting it. Courtesy seems to have been tossed out the window by now, I assume." There was a smug look on his face as he replied—like he was so righteous.

After, motioned to a chair like, "You're here, you might as well sit."

There was a hint of a frown on Yun Feiyan's face, but she obliged, taking the seat right across from him.

How can Mu Lin be attracted to someone like him? He's daring enough to call me mannerless! Yun Feiyan irritatedly thought.

Casually, Yang Wei asked, "So, what brings you here?"

Yun Feiyan dropped the bomb – "Well, it's about the Young Miss, Mu Lin."

Yang Wei's eyebrows practically leaped off his face as he blurted, "Oh." It was as though he'd only just remembered that he was yet to settle things with her.

...

After an hour-long marathon of Yun Feiyan explaining things to Yang Wei, she finally wrapped it up.

"Look, I don't know what happened between the two of you, but I respect the Young Miss too much to dive deeper."

Yang Wei, nodding like he had it all figured out, stayed silent.

Then, Yun Feiyan pulled the classic move – soft, warm hands on Yang Wei's, giving him her usual charming blue eyes.

"Please, could you just go see her so she can get back to normal? She rarely leaves her courtyard. The only reason she went to the Hēi Lóng Mountains is because Mistress Lingxi insisted for prayers and dragged her there."

Calm and collected, Yang Wei dropped a cool "I see."

But Yun Feiyan, not letting go, leaned in across his desk, throwing the million-dollar question: "So, is that a yes?"

Before Yang Wei could drop a word...

BOOM!

The door slammed open, and in walked Wu Fengtian, greeting enthusiastically "Good afternoon Senior Brother!"

However, he hit pause because his Senior Brother Yang was in the middle of a cozy moment with a beautiful older woman. It was practically the similar to the Huo Yue incident, but this time it was handholding in place of breast-holding.

Wow, Senior Brother really has his way with women doesn't he...

He kept looking at them.

Yun Feiyan was all leaned in, hands clasped, with their gazes close enough that their foreheads could touch and Wu Fengtian, smoothly ruled it off as just another lady charmed by his impressive Senior Brother.

Clearing his throat, Wu Fengtian said, "My bad, Senior Brother. I'll let you have your fun."

Yang Wei, not having it, placidly ordered him, "You idiot, get back here. It's not what you think."

Yun Feiyan, slightly baffled, calmly asked, "Is there a problem?"

Untangling himself from her soft clutches, Yang Wei stood up and smiled at Yun Feiyan.

"I'll make sure to sort things out Mu Lin, so don't bother yourself about it anymore."

"When will that be? If I may ask."

"That's where I'm headed right now."

Yun Feiyan, cool as a cucumber, smiled warmly. "Thank you, Yang Wei~" after, she left her chair and glided out of the room.

Wu Fengtian, realizing his premature exit, bowed his head in greeting as she left, but she was too wrapped up in her own relief to notice or care about his head nod.