Magic Sect of Beauties: The Strongest Mage is in a Cultivation World Chapter 294 Paying a Visit to Meiyan

Recovery Pavilion…

Ling iyan lay in her bed, trying hard to fall asleep, but she kept hearing strange whispers that kept her awake.

"We see you, even when you think you're alone."

"You'll never wake up from the nightmare we've planned for you."

"Your fear makes the darkness stronger."

Every ti she tried to get comfortable, the voices would start again, making her toss and turn restlessly.

"Listen closely... Can you hear us crawling under your bed?"

Soon, she heard the voice of a little girl.

"It… *sniffle* it hurts so much. Make it stop."

Her eyes snapped open, and she sat up in bed, feeling very uneasy in the dark room.

She looked around, her eyes trembling, scanning every corner, but there was nothing unusual.

Th-, these voices… I shouldn't be hearing these. Wh-, what are they?

Sweat began to form on her forehead.

The room was so silent that it felt like soone else was there, perfectly hidden. She could hear everything, except for them.

Then, a whisper, louder than all the previous ones, said…

"Pssst! I want your liver..."

She looked down, and to her horror, hidden under her sheets, resting on her thighs, was a man with a twisted grin and eerie blue eyes that glowed like the blue embers of hell.

iyan, without hesitation and without allowing the creature in her bed another mont, leaped out and crashed into several tables holding pill bottles and dicinal scrolls.

She sprinted to the far end of the spacious recovery room, summoning a dragon sword into her hand and pointing it towards the intruder.

"WHO ARE YOU?!"

Because she was only in her tight undergarnts, she instinctively covered her huge breasts with her free hand, though nothing revealing was exposed.

A small chuckle escaped the man on her bed, and as he turned to face her, she recognized him as Yang Wei.

The young man in question chuckled softly and reclined on her bed, crossing his legs. "You can already manifest a dragon sword; your cultivation seems nearly recovered," he remarked casually.

The venomous glare on Ling iyan's face softened, replaced by a more relieved expression. "Junior Brother... it's you."

Yang Wei tipped an imaginary hat and gave her a nonchalant nod. "Indeed. Who else would dare to rest on your tender thighs but ," he chuckled lightly thereafter.

"Please, don't do that again…" Ling iyan sighed in relief, dispersing her dragon sword and sitting on the bed to calm herself.

Yang Wei smiled warmly. "It won't happen again, I was just trying to have so fun." He stretched out his arms, then relaxed them behind his neck as a cushion.

Ling iyan stared silently at the ground, but soon noticed her bare thighs and cleavage were on full display. Suddenly rembering she was half-naked, her cheeks turned a little red.

Mother always warned never to let a man see like this unless he was my husband!

She lifted her head abruptly and gasped a bit.

"Huh?" Yang Wei noticed. "What's wrong?"

Rather than answering, she just pointed in Yang Wei's direction, lowering her head in sha. Although it was dark, she didn't want to risk him seeing her blushing face.

"C-, can you hand one of my robes?"

She hated how she stuttered and how her pointing hand was trembling like a malfunctioning engine.

Yang Wei's eyebrows went up at her sudden strange behavior. "Hm?" he uttered. It only took a few seconds for him to realize why she was acting like this. He looked at her rack of robes and then back to Ling iyan before a slightly mischievous grin appeared on his face while his nostrils flared with excitent.

"Ahem!" he cleared his throat loudly, then used his spiritual energy to levitate Ling iyan's robe toward her. "Still, I'd prefer if you remained the way you are rather than wearing those robes."

Ling iyan closed her eyes and ignored his comnt.

"Humph! n and naked won's bodies, it's always the sa story."

She rose from the bed and put on her silk robe, making sure that her wide hips didn't pop out too much, nor her ample breasts. Surprisingly, Yang Wei had chosen the robe with the thinnest material, so when she finished dressing, she still looked very perky.

"Looking sexy~" Yang Wei teased her.

Ling iyan glanced at the robe and noticed how thin and tight they were on her body. Her embarrassnt stead up her face and she turned sharply to Yang Wei.

"Junior Brother, why would you give sothing so… so indecent!!"

Her cheeks puffed out like buns as she stared furiously at him.

What she hoped was an intimidating stare just looked cute to Yang Wei. He reached for an apple in a nearby fruit basket, then took a big bite and chewed slowly. "Why keep sothing so indecent around then?" he replied with his mouth full.

Ling iyan paused, trying to find a proper response, but her words failed her. Frustrated that he was making sense, her cheeks puffed up even more. "W-, well, you knew what you were doing when you gave that robe!" she retorted.

The young man shrugged and took another bite of his apple.

Ling iyan eyed the apple he was eating, then held out her hand gently. "Hey… that's one of my get-well presents!"

Casually ignoring her comnt as if she had never asked one, Yang Wei swallowed heavily and took another bite. "Did you receive the flowers I sent you?"

"Hm?" Ling iyan's expression turned blank. "The peony flowers? Delivered by the disciples yesterday? That was you?" she asked, seeking confirmation.

Yang Wei nodded. "Mhm."

An affectionate smile ward Ling iyan's pretty face as she clasped her hands against her chest, gazing at the peony flowers in the vase. "Yes, I got them… thank you."

With his mouth full, Yang Wei replied, "No problem," continuing to chew loudly.

"How did you…" Ling iyan paused, firming her voice to avoid sounding too tender. She often felt she sounded like a child and aid to sound more imposing. "How did you know peonies were my favorite flowers?" she asked.

Having finished his apple, Yang Wei burped lightly and replied, "Well… the rich and vibrant colors of the peony, from its deep reds to soft pinks, reminded of your wavy brown hair and warm brown eyes."

"Huh?" Ling iyan was surprised, her cheeks softly turning red. "I-, I see…"

Recently, Ling iyan was often surprised by Yang Wei's visits. This wasn't the first ti they'd spoken since his return from a year-long seclusion. He visited her regularly, at least six tis a week, often sharing the latest news about Grand Elder Peak or updates on his disciples.

His visits made her feel happier and less burdened by her life-threatening spirit wound. These interactions brought them closer, transforming their relationship from re acquaintances to close friends.

Yang Wei knew about her mother and her true origins, secrets only the matriarchs of the sect knew. Yet, he kept his visits private, always reminding her not to tell anyone he ca by.

I wonder if he acts that way because he's a bit embarrassed about how much he cares for Matriarch Dragon Sun and . Maybe he just wants to avoid unnecessary attention or questions.

Considering his recent popularity, frequent visits to us could spark new romantic rumors, and he's probably not ready for that now that he's in a serious relationship. Yes, that's likely it.

Ling iyan giggled a little.

Yang Wei rose from the bed and tossed the apple core into a small wooden trashbox. "So, how's Huiran doing now?" he asked calmly.

Looking sowhat lancholy, Ling iyan walked over to a section of the room cordoned off by a large white curtain.

"She's here…" Ling iyan gently pulled the curtain aside to reveal Ming Huiran.

Yang Wei's expression turned grave as he saw her sitting there.

It seed none of the treatnts from the apothecaries were yielding results. Ming Huiran still appeared severely emaciated, her skin burned and her face marred with wounds.

Yang Wei couldn't help but feel frustrated, especially as he looked at the patches of hair on her head and the lifelessness in her eyes.

He approached Ming Huiran and crouched beside her.

"Huiran…" he murmured softly.

It was all he could manage to say at that mont. Stay connected through empire

"...Mm?" Ming Huiran responded faintly. It was the closest she had co to speaking in days, a slight improvent that gave a glimr of hope, though she seed mildly confused, tilting her head as if struggling to see clearly.

Yang Wei swallowed hard and asked solemnly, "Have there been any improvents?" He avoided making eye contact, consud by silent anguish.

Ling iyan wished she could offer a positive response, but there was none.

"I... well, she hasn't gotten any better. Sotis the apothecaries need to stimulate her neck to help her breathe, and there are occasions when she wets herself if no one rembers to take her to the toilet. She still doesn't recognize anyone, but at least now she can speak a little."

Yang Wei took a shaky deep breath and gazed at Ming Huiran's expressionless face, then gently placed a hand on her cheek.

Ming Huiran attempted to speak, "Ya-, W… Haa, uu…" Her words were disjointed, lacking any sign of intelligence in her eyes or voice.

She seed utterly lost.

Yang Wei stood up and turned away in silence.

He was heartbroken.

"Will you be alright?" Ling iyan asked, watching him as he left.

The young man laughed loudly. "Ha! Of course, why wouldn't I be? She'll be fine when a solution cos up."

He continued to walk away.

However, before he could get far, Ling iyan ran up behind him and wrapped her arms around him. She hugged him affectionately, resting her head against his back while her arms gently caressed his chest. He was much taller than her, and hugging him from behind made this difference quite clear.

Yang Wei stood in silence, savoring the comfort of Ling iyan's embrace.

"It'll be fine..." she softly whispered to him.