Magic Sect of Beauties: The Strongest Mage is in a Cultivation World
Chapter 85: Capital City Excursion. Breasts, Buttocks, and Red Eyes; the Allure of White Serpent Elders

Just a day after the whole Yuan Po and Sun Yuying incident, Yang Wei found himself in the courtyard under the clear morning sun, casually tending to a new garden. With a watering can in hand, he joyously sprinkled water over the freshly planted seed.

Enter Wu Fengtian, strolling into the courtyard.

"Good morning, Senior Brother!"

Yang Wei acknowledged the greeting with a casual wave, but his focus remained on the task at hand. He adjusted a strand of hair behind his ear, continuing to water the soil.

Wu Fengtian, being his curious self, asked, "Uh, what're you doing, Senior Brother?"

In response, Yang Wei simply pointed at a shovel. "Get that for me."

Wu Fengtian fetched the shovel, and Yang Wei proceeded to press the flat side against the moist soil, compacting it gently.

"And that's that," he said.

Standing against the shovel he wiped some sweat off his forehead. "Finally finished planting the Dragonfire Spirit Seed, so my spiritual fire garden should be good to go in a few days once I refine the seed. More importantly, now I've got some time to focus on my cultivation."

Suddenly, Wu Fengtian couldn't contain his shock.

"YOU PLANTED THE DRAGONFIRE SPIRIT SEED LIKE THAT?!" he exclaimed.

Yang Wei, maintaining his composure, calmly confirmed, "Yes? What's the matter?"

Wu Fengtian promptly snatched the shovel, realizing that insufficient air had been left for the inner parts of the soil.

It took him less than a minute to dig up the seed.

Right after, they witnessed a tiny fire pillar shooting up from the soil, extinguishing a few seconds later.

Yang Wei asked, "What the heck was that?"

Wu Fengtian explained, "You didn't leave enough space for air to reach the inner parts of the soil. The Dragonfire Spirit Seed is innately rich in fire spiritual Qi, so if not given sufficient space it'll burn itself out completely."

"I see. That's not what the manual said though."

"They're probably older manuals, explaining how to plant a Dragonfire Spirit Seed. Burning itself out doesn't mean it destroys itself; it just means that when fully planted, its lifespan greatly reduces.

After all, Dragonfire Spirit Seeds used to be pretty common, but due to folks constantly planting them wrong, resulting in spiritual fire gardens dying after a decade or so, people abused the seed until it became scarce. It's only in recent times that people discovered the proper way to plant it, which allows it to last for at least 300 years."

Yang Wei simply replied with a nod.

After a few minutes, Wu Fengtian successfully replanted the seed the right way. Standing up, he commented, "Now that's perfect."

Yang Wei observed Wu Fengtian closely, "Wow, you know quite a lot about herbs, even more than I expected."

Wu Fengtian, slightly embarrassed, scratched the back of his head and modestly laughed. "Well, I did partake in the Sect's Apothecary Master exams... a I almost passed."

"Almost passed?"

"I couldn't afford some of the essential study materials for the final test to become an Apothecary Master, so I got excluded from taking the exams."

"Why not take it again?"

"Well..." Wu Fengtian paused for a moment. "The exams are somewhat special, so the moment you fail, you're excluded from ever taking it again."

With a contemplative look, Yang Wei sighed, "Well, that's quite tragic." Grabbing the shovel and watering can, he suggested, "Come on, let's go in. I need you to help me organize some of the boxes full of my exotic herbs... Then, later tonight we'll sort the other batch sent from the Mu clan."

Wu Fengtian scratched his head and hesitantly replied, "Well... that might not happen today, Senior Brother." He made sure to add "Senior Brother" as a way to show Yang Wei that he wasn't trying to disrespect him by going against his order.

Yang Wei turned, then glared at him, questioning, "And why's that?"

"I was, uh, planning to head to the Capital City today to visit my... my, uh, little sister."

Yang Wei dropped the watering can on the veranda, slinging the shovel casually across his shoulder. He retorted with ease, "Filthy liar, you and I both know you don't have a little sister. You're just dodging some work, aren't you?"

Wu Fengtian nervously chuckled, insisting, "No, really, I do have a little sister! She's the reason I'm trying to be a better man, remember? Plus, I'm always happy to help Senior Brother with any work at all!" A smile formed on his face.

Yang Wei paced on the veranda, still shouldering the shovel, deep in thought. Finally, he said, "Actually, I'd like to tag along to the Capital City. I've never been outside the Sect before, and it could be a nice change."

Wu Fengtian clapped his hands eagerly, shouting, "Great! Capital City, here we come, Senior Brother!"

...

Meanwhile,

The White Serpent Sect.

Two women strolled towards the sect's Main Hall—a sacred place exclusively accessible to Elders.

These particular women were indeed Elders, to be more precise, they were Missionary Elders.

The role of a Missionary Elder was quite straightforward: to enlist cultivators into their sect.

However, the White Serpent Sect used a more... special approach.

Instead of actively recruiting female cultivators, they opted to maintain a controlled membership. While women could voluntarily join, the sect refrained from soliciting them. Thus, the primary responsibility of a Missionary Elder in this sect involved abducting men and bringing them to their sect for dual cultivation purposes.

Of the two women walking, there was Hu Meizhen—a tomboyish woman with short white hair, unimaginably fat breasts, rounded waist, and a full cake-sized buttocks. Her companion, Deng Rulan, has a shapely figure, well-groomed long brown hair, and captivating red eyes—all of which screamed... dangerous seductress.

"Sister Deng, these men enough for today, yes?" Hu Meizhen asked as she playfully jiggled the unconscious men on her shoulders.

Unintentionally her breasts jiggled too.

*BOING!* *BOING!* *BOING!!*

Looking at the exaggeratedly bloated chest of Hu Meizhen, she sighed. Then, she replied, "We still have six more trapped in the Spirit Beast Cave, remember?"

Hu Meizhen laughed heartily, "Bwhahaha! I didn't know we had that much male cultivators under our control!"

"Mhm~" Deng Rulan chuckled softly, then ran her tongue over the tips of her fingers, creating a stretch of sticky saliva between her tongue and fingertips. "These men are more like boy toys than men," she dryly commented. "Of course, dual cultivating between sisters might be fun and spicy, but in the end, a man can satisfy the cravings our cultivation bases desire."

Hu Meizhen yawned and responded, "I can't catch half of what you're saying, but I'm guessing it all boils down to boosting our cultivation and breaking the White Serpent Medallion's seal."

Deng Rulan nodded, saying, "Exactly. But for now, let's go see the Sect Master and present these 'willing' male cultivators we've brought for our sect."

Hu Meizhen agreed with an "Aye!" and the two women continued walking, their next destination being the Main Hall.