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

Emperor Cloudcrest appeared before the Ji Brothers as an ethereal mist.

The three brothers bowed their heads respectfully and greeted him.

"Greetings, Emperor!" they said in unison.

Cloudcrest smiled as he looked at them. "Now that you're within range of this scourge that must be erased from the face of the world, Yang Wei, you should quickly destroy him and claim your reward," he instructed. His words may have sounded cruel, but his voice was the exact opposite; that of an angel's.

Ji Wu lifted his head and assured, "We won't disappoint you, Emperor."

Cloudcrest chuckled gently. "There's no need to worry about disappointing me. If you fail, you'll just go back to your normal lives as bottom-tier cultivators struggling to get by in your backwater dao layer," he said bluntly before vanishing, leaving them with his harsh but true words.

This was Emperor Cloudcrest's way of ensuring he got the best results from them. He knew they had immense talent but lacked the resources to flourish. Now that he had offered them this opportunity, it was up to them to seize it.

...

In the Sacred-Emperor's Domain of the Eternal Lands, Cloudcrest watched the proceedings from his throne. Noble Flamehorn stood beside him, also observing through a rift in space.

"Your Perfection, will they really be able to kill this Yang Wei?" Flamehorn asked.

Cloudcrest smiled confidently. "Hopefully. I've given them an inheritance and granted each of them an Earth Harmony Core, thus making them Spirit Ascension cultivators."

Flamehorn raised an eyebrow. "Is this Yang Wei so strong that you need to empower these three so much to face him? Spirit Ascension cultivators can easily destroy major worlds, if I remember correctly."

Cloudcrest relaxed on his throne and crossed his legs. "I've known Lingxi since she was a child. She would never be attracted to any man who isn't stronger than her. Having a powerful love interest motivates her to become even stronger."

Flamehorn chuckled. "Then that means when she finally marries you, she'll be motivated to be as strong as you, the most powerful being I, Flamehorn, respect," he commented him genuinely.

Cloudcrest chuckled softly and gently waved a hand dismissively. "Oh no, I'm not that strong," he said. "After all, my father, Sacred-Emperor, is far more powerful than me. And let's not forget about my little brother; he's just as powerful."

Flamehorn rubbed his beard thoughtfully. "Well, for now, maybe. But when you reacquire your Celestial Star Core, you'll become an unstoppable force again."

All the kindness in Cloudcrest's visage vanished as his expression turned more menacing. He tightened his fist. "That's the plan," he said. "The only obstacle now is this repugnant swine, Yang Wei. To think Lingxi would be in love with a man who's nothing but a mere mortal."

Noble Flamehorn nodded in agreement with Cloudcrest's assessment.

Suddenly, Cloudcrest began to cough heavily.

"Your Perfection!"

This prompted Flamehorn to move closer and offer him a kerchief. Cloudcrest continued to cough into it until his pale face turned a slightly reddish hue from the exertion.

"Are you okay?" Flamehorn asked with concern.

Cloudcrest nodded slowly. "Yes, a bit," he replied, his mouth stained with blood.

Flamehorn noticed the blood on the kerchief as well. "It seems those Immortal Sage Leaves didn't help," he remarked.

Noble Fate entered the room unexpectedly. "Of course they wouldn't," she said sarcastically. "What he needs aren't medicinal herbs; he needs a core that'll restore our oh, so great Emperor's power." The beautiful dark-skinned woman walked elegantly past the two men, her curvy hips sexily bouncing side-to-side as she took each step.

Flamehorn was taken aback by her tone. "Can't you show some concern for our Emperor's health?" he retorted.

Noble Fate folded her arms and nodded slowly. "Of course I care," she said. "But words of comfort won't heal him."

Cloudcrest intervened weakly, placing a hand on Flamehorn's shoulder. "It's fine," he said. "She's right... That's why killing Yang Wei is the best action."

Flamehorn composed himself, but he shot a glare at the smugly smiling Fate, who seemed to relish making him look foolish.

...

Ji Wu stepped forward and extended his hand, saying, "Celestial Purple Phoenix Arts!" Instantly, a purple spark erupted in his palm, forming a small transparent purple sphere that slowly started to expand outwards.

Soon, the entire Red Snake Mountains was sheltered in a vast, all-encompassing purple dome. Even the rays of the sun couldn't pass through this dome.

Ji Ming asked Ji Wu, "Senior Brother, what are you trying to do?"

Ji Chang slapped Ji Ming on the head and replied, "Isn't it obvious? He's trying to seal off the entire place so innocent people don't get harmed when we go after that scum."

"Ouch! You didn't have to hit me so hard. A slap like that could kill a Spirit-Gathering cultivator." Ji Ming rubbed his head as he complained.

Ji Wu stepped closer to the edge of the cliff and declared, "Enough, brothers. Now, we must go slaughter this fiend who dares offend an Emperor of the Golden World." He swiped his hand through the air, creating a wave of purple Qi that transformed into a huge phoenix breathing out purple flames. With that, Ji Wu jumped off the cliff, riding the phoenix deeper into the red forest.

...

Meanwhile, in the outer parts of the Red Snake Mountains...

Sun Yurong jumped from her chair with wide eyes. "Can you all feel that?" she exclaimed, sensing a powerful presence that kept her on edge.

Chen Yuxi's eyes widened in shock. She was even unable to rise from her seat, instead she tightened her grip on the chair's arms and said, "This spiritual pressure... There's no way any entity of this caliber should be here. Its aura is above Nascent Soul Realm, maybe even beyond..."

Sun Yurong gave Chen Yuxi a serious side-eye. "Perhaps a 2nd Path Cultivator?" she suggested.

Chen Yuxi nodded slowly, her expression grave.

Gu Zhi exclaimed, "This is a disaster!" She leaped out of her seat, but the sudden movement caused her back to snap, and she cried out in pain. "Arrgh! My back!"

Gu Yen, still seated with her walking stick, sighed tiredly and chided, "Zhi'er, I told you we're not as young as we used to be. Stop jumping around unnecessarily."

After clearing her head, Sun Yurong said, "We'll have to cancel the trial and summon back all the—"

But, she paused when she realized the female disciples were already returning in flashes of purple light. This was Ji Wu's doing, ensuring their safety in case of any aftermath from the battle with Yang Wei.

However, no one but the Ji Brothers knew this.

The female disciples looked around in confusion, wondering how they ended up back at the starting point. Gu Zhi, still nursing her back, said, "It seems the younglings are back." She winced in pain as her wrinkled face contorted.

Chen Yuxi adjusted her glasses, "That's quite odd. Did they use the blood pendants? All at the same time, too?"

"No," Sun Yurong frowned, looking somewhat furious. "Something or someone must've summoned them out of the Red Snake Mountains."

...

Meanwhile...

Ji Wu stood atop his huge purple phoenix with his muscular arms crossed behind his back. "Prepare to die, Yang Wei!" he declared.

...

In a deeper part of the blood-red forests, Yang Wei suddenly sneezed.

Liu Yan looked at him concernedly and asked, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, someone's probably just talking bad about me..." he said while vigorously rubbing his nose.