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

Chapter 243 A Little Boy's Nightmare. Arrival, the Extremely Beautiful Woman Across Every Realm!

In the center of a vast arena. . .

A young boy of about six years old stood with a look of utter despair etched on his face.

His long white hair fell around his shoulders, and his once bright blue eyes had dimmed with the harshness of his reality. Clad in a white robe-like attire, he trembled with fear, his hands shaking and his legs quivering like it could barely carry the heaviness of his heart.

"I don't want to do this..."

His whisper was blocked out by the sound of thousands of people cheering at the top of their voice.

Beside him stood a woman, dressed in a white qipao adorned with dragon patterns in blue thread. Despite her maternal appearance, there was a sternness to her demeanor that hinted at discipline.

She, too, had white hair and blue eyes. . .

"You will not defy me, you ungrateful child! You stand before your entire clan. If you bring shame upon us, I will not hesitate to punish you severely. Do you understand? Or perhaps you want to spend a week in the Abyssal Well."

The boy was aware of the consequences of disobedience.

He dared not speak out against his mother.

Though she pampered him, she also disciplined him when necessary, all in the name of maintaining the family's honor. To him, however, it didn't feel like he was being pampered or showered with love.

No. . .

It was more like he was a sword, always being polished and sharpened. After all, what use is a weapon if it isn't properly taken care of?

As tears welled in his eyes, he glanced at his two siblings, kneeling on the ground with powerful anti-magic chains restraining them.

Escape was futile, and despair clawed at their hearts.

I don't want to get locked up in that well again... it's always so dark, and scary...

The boy was truly afraid.

And yet, his mother turned to the crowd and presented him.

"The future Emperor of Magic will now carry out our clan's rite of passage. As you know, it is tradition for the strongest offspring of the Yang clan's main branch to kill all their siblings and feed their blood to the Ghost Killing Forefather for his blessing! My son, Yang Wei, shall now do that. This will be a moment in history that will mark the rising of our clan in the world...

no one will be our equal!"

The crowd cheered even more.

"Kill them, Wei!"

"You were always destined to lead this clan from the day you were born!"

"Do it! Do it!"

The boy still hesitated as all these malevolent words invaded his gloomy mind.

The mother turned back to him and gripped his neck from behind a little. "Don't you dare disgrace me! Use that new [Fire Magic] spell that you created, now!" She let go of his neck and turned her focus back to the crowd to soak in the glory.

The boy stared at his older siblings.

It seemed his brother who was tried to fight being chained, was beaten to the point he'd fallen unconscious.

His more gentler sibling and sister who was older than him by 2 years smiled at him.

Her name was Yang Zhilan.

"Wei, it's a rite of passage, just do it. Maybe you didn't know about it, and that's unfair to you, but if you've been chosen by the world to be the strongest, then you must embrace it. I'd gladly shed my blood to see you become as great as a Magic King, if not greater. So... kill us already."

There was a detached smile on her face, her eyes were dim, and her body trembled at the thought of being burnt alive.

"My heart feels so warm right now, and I'm so grateful now. I'm happy to have been your only sister... Thank you, Wei."

He saw the tears running down her cheeks.

Trying to be bold, he held out a trembling hand and formed a small ball of black fire.

"Don't you dare disappoint this old woman!"

Her spiritual pressure threatened to destroy the entire Eastern Continent. Perhaps, she that was her own manner of greeting.

It was a pressure far stronger than all the cultivators in the Azure Tree combined!

But then she paused and her face turned to a plain expression.

"Eh?"

She looked around and saw no on, nothing. Only trees and rocks.

"Hm? What's this? Has the sect really become this boring since I was gone? The only way that would happen is if Lin Feng became a Patriarch."

She laughed loudly enough that the entire Mashyan World shook.

"As if that uptight nephew of mine could ever be patriarch!"

Again, she went back to being serious. It would be strange if someone saw an old woman like her laughing for no reason.

"Eeeh, where are they though? I killed an Immortal Realm monster for them while I was on my here. I was planning to give it to my most well-behaved great-nephew or niece."

The woman rubbed her chin.

"Actually, wouldn't that be... Hmmm, Liu Yan, I think?"

She planned to give them to her descendants, or at least anyone who'd be able to refine it into a pill. As a Sect Grandmother, she was at least considerate enough to to give them a treat after being away for so long.

"Man, where are these idiots! Are they pranking me?! Hmm, I'm sure it's that bitch, Míng Huīrán!"

The woman was already gritting her teeth.

A man then emerged from a rift in space with his hands behind his back.

"Have you forgotten the sect already parted 10,000 years ago?"

The woman looked down and immediately recognized this man.

"Shen Bao, it's you!"

There was a very cheerful look on her face as she waved at him excitedly as she hovered down to the earth beneath her.

Indeed, before her was the Quintessential Emperor of Fate, Shen Bao!

"How're you doing, Su Meirong?"

Su Meirong threw the dragon beast off her shoulder and it crashed into a nearby forest and flattened it like a pancake.

"I'm quite fine. I've been in the Sacred Immortal Lands cultivating, and before coming here I visited the Demon World to set things straight with a certain dark spirit."

"You've been adventurous, I see..." Shen Bao leaned in, almost enough for his nose to touch hers.

But, Su Meirong placed her index finger on his forehead and pushed him back a bit. "I can't believe I forgot the sect is no longer one. Then again, the sect is quite weak now, isn't it? As it stands, I, Su Meirong, could wipe it out in a blink of an eye."

"Eeehh..." Shen Bao gave her an unsure look. "I wouldn't say they're weak. It's just that you're a Quasi-4th-Path cultivator, so it's natural you'd have that sort of power over any sect in the Lower Regions."

Su Meirong shrugged, "I mean, eh, you're even stronger than I am... so I guess your words are valid."

Shen Bao chuckled nervously, "With the way you've been cultivating for the past 10,000 years, I could easily say you'd surpass me when you finally experience a breakthrough."

A yawn escaped Su Meirong's lips as she stretched like a tired cat. "Whatever... I think I'll relax in the Eastern Continent a bit and visit a few of the small clans I established."

"But is that really what brought you back here?"

A vicious look appeared on Su Meirong's face. "No, of course not. I came here to confirm if the rumors were true about what those Heavenly Court bastards did to my world."

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Fun Fact: Yang Wei doesn't like painful deaths because of what happened to his sister. So, it's the reason he created [Scarlet Magic] that destroys the physical body painlessly.