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

The cavern housed several massive pillars, their hollow cores pulsating with thin blue strings of energy— none other than the mystical dragon veins.

Yang Wei could practically feel the surge of blood vein Qi fortifying his body.

"Wow, these dragon veins are top of the line! The purity is off the charts," Yang Wei muttered to himself, reveling in the advantage his naturally impurity-free physique bestowed upon him. As he approached a Dragon Vein Pillar, three cultivators in the cave diligently practiced their arts, spaced out strategically to avoid interference.

The disciples who just joined the sect don't get their own cave right away. They have to bunk up in these common caves until their Peak Chief hands them their own spot. So, no one is courting death by sharing a space with their fellow disciples.

At the entrance, Wu Fengtian lurked, casting a watchful eye on Yang Wei.

This guy... he thought uneasily.

Whistling nonchalantly, Yang Wei retrieved various items from his storage pouch— a bamboo mat and some cultivation resources.

The Qi Gathering Talisman – a basic talisman to boost ambient Qi absorption while meditating, making it easier for beginners to soak up spiritual energy.

Then, the Qi Condensing Bead – a tiny bead helping squeeze Qi into the dantian, enhancing the cultivator's internal reservoir.

And lastly, the Harmonizing Crystal – a crystal attuned to the cultivator's Qi, helping maintain the Yin and Yang balance during meditation.

He properly arranged them around him, then unfurled the Dragon Vein Cultivation scroll.

"I'm short on time. I must finish cultivating this technique quickly!"

He wanted to add this technique to his arsenal before learning more basic ones.

Preparing to delve into the scroll, his concentration broke when he noticed Wu Fengtian.

Crap, he caught me! Wu Fengtian fidgeted nervously.

Catching Yang Wei's gaze, Wu Fengtian took a deep breath and theatrically cleared his throat.

No, no, act natural. No need to be scared - he can't do anything to me here… right? *gulp*

Deciding to play along, Wu Fengtian sat in a lotus position at a distance, pretending to be focused on his cultivation.

Yang Wei sighed and roll his eyes.

Seriously? You're not fooling anyone, idiot. It was obvious Wu Fengtian was only pretending to cultivate, if he wasn't, then he'd have brought out a bamboo mat to sit on.

Dismissing the distraction, Yang Wei refocused on the scroll, determined to make the most of his cultivation time.

The Dragon Vein Cultivation comes in five stages. First off, there's the Dragon Vein Qi Awakening – you channel this energy into your dantian to initiate the awakening. In the second realm, it's all about refining that dragon vein Qi within one's body, to strengthen their cultivation base. Now, the third realm is the Dragon Sword Formation – once one has internally refined the energy, condense it into a powerful sword. Jumping to the fourth realm, it's Dragon Vein Fusion – one integrates dragon vein Qi into their meridians and bones. And lastly, the fifth realm is a stroke of luck. Only five sect cultivators have hit this level of supremity – the Dragon Spirit Confluence.

Yang Wei's mind was like a calm river as he absorbed this profound knowledge.

He could already comprehend it.

"I'll make one vigorous effort to hit the third realm in one day." Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Yang Wei shut his eyes, taking slow, deliberate breaths as he prepared to dive into meditation.

Across from him, Wu Fengtian, faking his own meditation, slyly cracked an eye open to observe Yang Wei.

I didn't mishear him, did I? Dragon Sword Formation Realm in a day? Come on, that's an arrogant joke. It's just not possible for him. He's definitely at the second level of Mortal Realm – there's no way he can comprehend something as complex as Dragon Vein Cultivation.

A quiet chuckle escaped him before he nonchalantly shut his eye again.

I'm still struggling to crack the second realm myself. No matter how full of himself he is, there's a reality check in cultivation.

The other three cultivators in the cave heard Yang Wei's statement and equally had thoughts of their own.

Even Mistress Lingxi took a solid three days to nail down the third realm of Dragon Vein Cultivation. With his naivety, this guy won't go too far in the sect.

To them, he was a clown.

Finally, Yang Wei initiated his cultivation, bringing his palms together with a deliberate gap between them.

23:20

Soon, particles of dragon vein Qi emanated from the seven Dragon Vein Pillars, converging towards him.

I must be at the peak of Dragon Sword Formation, that's the only progress I can acknowledge!

For the first three hours, it appeared as though only scattered particles were heading his way. Then, a shift occurred; thin yet dense streams of dragon vein Qi began swirling into the concentrated sphere he'd crafted between his palms.

Focus... Focus...

The other junior disciples, including the ever-watchful Wu Fengtian, gaped in amazement.

Yang Wei, now hovering in his lotus position over the bamboo mat, opened his eyes with a force that resonated with dragon vein Qi.

A shockwave rippled through the cave, causing stalactites to crumble from the ceiling to the floor.

His spiritual pressure had intensified, breaking through two realms of Dragon Vein Cultivation.

One could either say he'd reached the peak of Dragon Vein Qi Refinement or scraped the waters of Dragon Sword Formation.

The disciples stared, mouths agape, in disbelief.

Wu Fengtian's jaw hung open wider than anyone else's, utterly stunned by the display of Yang Wei's newfound prowess. "That's... that's insane! How did he do that?" he stammered, unable to hide his amazement.

...

A whole day passed, and the dense sphere of dragon vein Qi that Yang Wei was condensing gradually began to take form.

A day has passed and I haven't reached the peak of Dragon Sword Formation, nevertheless…

Yang Wei channeled more dragon vein Qi from his surroundings into the sphere.

Now, he'd completely captured the attention of every disciple in the cave. It was as if the junior disciples took a backseat to witness the emergence of a male cultivator with unparalleled innate talent.

There weren't many skilled men in the current generation of cultivators. So, if Yang Wei could actually nail the peak of Dragon Sword Formation, he'd have outshone Mu Lingxi, one of the sect's top talents, in that department.

Wu Fengtian, awestruck by Yang Wei's prowess, muttered to himself, "This... This is insane." His vocabulary seemed to shrink in the face of Yang Wei's exceptional cultivation. The other three disciples, equally dumbfounded, could only exchange bewildered glances.

As Yang Wei pressed his palms together, crushing the dense sphere, he smoothly pulled his palms once more.

Visualize... manifest the dragon's form in my inner world. Then, use that as a focal point for directing and condensing the dragon vein Qi into the form of a majestic and powerful sword... A sword that can cut steel, destroy forests and annihilate worlds! The scattered particles of energy began to whirl rapidly, and the entire cave rumbled as they coalesced into a blazing hot blue sword.

There is not a single cultivator alive who can reach Dragon Sword Formation in a day. However…

"H... HE DID IT!!" All three disciples in the cave shouted as they collapsed.

Wu Fengtian, still struggling to find words, blurted out, "He actually did it!"