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

Chapter 213: Ghost-Killing Law of Cosmic Creation! The First Matriarch’s Only Request.

The moment Emperor Cloudcrest saw Yang Wei halt the Azure Tree's certain destruction, he flew into a rage.

"That filthy creature!!"

His usually pale face flushed red with fury and his soft facial features tensed into a mean scowl. He grunted angrily and clenched his teeth as if he wanted to crush them to dust.

Noble Flamehorn who stood behind didn't even know what else to say. He gently walked forward, "P-please, there's no need to... to lose your temper, my lord."

But, it was too late at that point.

Cloudcrest abruptly began kicking tables and chairs, tossing his hands around in frustration as if he wanted to hit something, but there was nothing there to strike.

He then struck a wall with his fist all while panting heavily like a raging beast trying to cool its temper.

Yang Wei, you filthy creature... you've, you've, you've ruined my plans...! *exhale* No, it's too early to get ahead of myself. After all, it's one monkey against the entire Heavenly Court.

Regaining his usual calm and regal presence, Cloudcrest kept his hands behind his back and gently closed his eyes. He turned back to Flamehorn, "I apologize for the my unsightly outburst, it seems I'm letting that monkey get the best of me." He turned back to the rift in space from where he observed the Azure Tree.

Mildly chuckling, Flamehorn waved his hands like Cloudcrest's outburst was unworthy of consideration. "It's fine, my most glorious Emperor," he said, "I'm quite sure everything will work in your favor in the end."

"Indeed..." Cloudcrest's eyes narrowed at Mu Lingxi.

Noble Flamehorn placed a hand on his chest and exhaled with relief - what would he do if young master threw a fit?

Cloudcrest looked back at Flamehorn, "Oh? How remiss of my personage for not asking. Pray, how is Noble Fate doing, fine I hope?" His voice was as smooth as silk, far different from his rough tone whenever he lost his temper. It felt like he was two different people.

"She's getting better, Your Imperial Majesty." Flamehorn bowed his head.

Cloudcrest returned his focus to the rift. "Wonderful."

...

The Azure Tree.

It was now safe.

Yang Wei nodded proudly as he grinned like a mischievous child, "Mhm, if it wasn't for Mingyu's father I doubt I'd be able to refine that attack just now..."

Indeed, this was another one of Yang Wei's Epochal Laws.

Ghost-Killing Law of Cosmic Creation.

A divine epochal law created by the Ghost Killing Forefather. Just like its impressive name suggests, studying it allowed one to conjure a celestial forge! Supposedly, its origins origins stretch back to the earliest epochs of existence, when the cosmos itself was just a dying spark in the vast expanse of nothingness.

"Oh, Suzhen..." Yang Wei softly pat the little woman's head as he savored her over affectionate hug. "I hope I wasn't too late?" he looked down at her and smiled.

Looking up at him with her big silver eyes that were a little drenched in tears, she sniffled a bit and said, "It's fine. Better late than never, right?"

Yang Wei pulled her head back against his chest and reciprocated her hug. "Right."

Every cultivator watching was stunned. When did Yang Wei, who wasn't even a year old, become good friends with the Sect Founder? It was a surprise to the few of his fellow sect members present, as well as to a few cultivators from other sects who recognized Bai Suzhen as the Sect Founder.

"Is he really touching our Sect Founder like that?"

"To think our savior would be someone so... lecherous."

"It is a little embarrassing, I'll admit."

Yang Wei didn't have long to chat with Bai Suzhen when he noticed Matriarch Liáng floating before him. She didn't seem to be in great shape either; her wounds weren't fully healed, and her robes were in tatters. She was barely holding it together at that moment—her heavy breathing, blood stains around her lips, and the slight dullness in her usually vibrant red eyes made it obvious.

"Xīnyuè..." said Yang Wei.

The woman didn't waste time. She quietly bowed her head.

There was no person who didn't gasp when they saw the First Matriarch of the Dragon Blossom Sect lower her head to a man.

"I know it seems like a lot to ask, and yet I must bother you with the selfish request of preserving our existence. Yang Wei, please... protect the Azure Tree?"

As Bai Suzhen gently let go off Yang Wei, he hovered towards Liáng Xīnyuè and stretched his arms. A sigh rushed out of his mouth as he replied, "Jeez, how heartless do you think I am?"

A question that thoroughly surprised the blond-haired woman.

Placing a gentle hand on Liáng Xīnyuè's shoulder, he told her, "I already decided I was going to protect this place from the moment I came to this world, so you can rest easy. I'm here."

"T-thank you..." she replied.

Flying back upwards, Yang Wei effortlessly covered the entire Azure Tree with a protective dome using just a small motion of his hand.

This dome consisted of layers of dimensional gaps, shielding them from whatever confrontation was about to unfold. Simultaneously, their physical wounds began to heal instantly. Even those who had lost limbs had them regenerated. And for those who were dead or had damaged spirit roots, healing began slowly. While it wouldn't fully restore them, it would at least save their lives.

Normally, it would be impossible for Yang Wei to directly heal a spirit root with magic, as it would clash with the properties of Qi it's made of. However, by using the stored divine Qi he trapped with his Ghost-Killing Law of Cosmic Creation, he was able to transform it into a multi-dimensional healing dome!

Yu Fa smiled as he watched.

Finally, the tides are turning!

Xu Xiaotang jumped down from his seat. The little boy nodded at Divine-Emperor and then exited the Heavenly Court's roundtable.

"I'll make that ant regret interfering."