Magic Sect of Beauties: The Strongest Mage is in a Cultivation World Chapter 77: Martial Sisters at Odds: Yang Wei's Unwanted Rol

Mu Lingxi stood at the door, hands tucked behind her back.

Spotting her, Mu Lin gritted her teeth and spat out, "Lingxi!" The sweet side of Mu Lin that Yang Wei had grown accustod to vanished, replaced by a more upset and unfriendly side.

Calmly flinging one of her pigtails back, Mu Lingxi retorted, "It seems you've forgotten you're the junior here, Lin'er." She glared at Mu Lin, adding, "If not, you wouldn't dare call my na in such a disrespectful manner."

Mu Lin's teeth-gritting intensified, and her chopsticks snapped in her grasp. Her fists tightened—enough to look like she'd punch her Senior Sister in the face the first chance she got.

Yang Wei gently placed a hand on Mu Lin's left hand, calming her down.

The two Mu clan daughters together in one room, and then there's ... This won't end well.

The angry expression on Mu Lin's visage faded, revealing the more peaceful, smug face that he was familiar with. Mu Lin cleared her throat, stood up, and proudly walked toward Mu Lingxi.

Mu Lingxi gracefully walked further into the room, smiling as her brown eyes lit up when she saw Yang Wei. "Yang Wei, how're y—"

Almost imdiately, Yang Wei turned his face away as if he had no clue who she was. He scratched his head and glanced around, playing the part of a confused person who didn't even know where he was.

Mu Lingxi clenched her fist, knowing he was obviously ignoring her. She raised her voice gradually, "You son of a…"

However, Mu Lin stepped forward, spreading her arms. "Sister, are you not a Grandmaster already, yes? You should focus on things people of your age do, like playing xiangqi with Grandmaster Lin Feng," she mocked.

"Although you lack youthful beauty like mine," Mu Lin added, placing a hand on her chest to further emphasize what she ant, "I'm sure Grandmaster Lin Feng wouldn't mind making you his seventh wife. After all, with your old bones and washed up beauty, you should fit in well with his other wives."

Mu Lingxi remained indifferent, seemingly unimpressed by her sister's banter. Her expression suggested she saw little value in Mu Lin's words.

Mu Lingxi simply shut her eyes, delicately adjusted her hair, and took a step past Mu Lin, dismissing her with an air of indifference. "We can talk when you're a bit more mature. I'm not here to fight with you over soone like Yang Wei," she asserted calmly. However, she couldn't resist adding more, "Though knowing you, it would still turn into a needless competition sohow."

Mu Lin quickly lost her composure and placed her hands on her waist dramatically. "Nonsense!" she shouted. "I don't care if you have your eyes on Yang Wei. After all, we already sle—"

Her words were interrupted as Mu Lingxi turned, dismissing her with a glance. "Honestly, I'm not interested in whatever you have to say. Maybe work on your cultivation base, then I'll consider listening," Mu Lingxi retorted. "In what realm are you now? Core Formation, perhaps?" She asked this knowing fully well Mu Lin wasn't.

Mu Lin scrunched up her face, cheeks puffing out a bit as she muttered, "Spirit Gathering Realm."

Mu Lingxi casually rested her index finger on her chin, innocently glancing to the side as she mockingly said, "Oh, my bad..."

Shortly after, Mu Lin shot a glare at Yang Wei.

He raised his arms a bit and questioned, "What did I do?"

She erupted, "You're not going to say even a word?! You'll just let her speak to like that?!" her eyebrows got aner by the second.

Stepping in front of Yang Wei, Mu Lingxi blocked his view of Mu Lin. Then, she folded her arms as her waist subtly swayed to the side. Her smooth leg peeked out from her attire's side cut-out. She fixed a serious gaze on Yang Wei, almost like a feline stare. "Well?" Mu Lingxi prompted, awaiting his response.

There was none.

Hmm, how did I even end up in this predicant? Yang Wei regretfully asked himself, albeit calmly.

She perked an eyebrow and remarked, "No response? Good." With a slight smirk, she continued, "Now, will you ask her to step out, so we can talk? I an, as your first and only Martial Sister, my concern for you does take precedence, you know."

Yang Wei casually picked his nose and nonchalantly glanced to the side, "Martial Sister, my ass! You haven't taught a thing. All you did was hand a big ass courtyard loaded with cultivation manuals I didn't know a thing about."

Mu Lin couldn't believe her ears when Yang Wei spoke, but she composed herself imdiately—clearing her throat with a firm "ahem!" and then looking at him once more.

"Well, I have nothing to say in my defense, but that's only because you're absolutely right."

Only because I'm absolutely right? How proud is this woman? Yang Wei thought.

Shortly after her montary pause, Mu Lingxi continued, as though she was finding it difficult to apologize. "I deeply apologize for not making ti to teach you so of the things you needed for cultiva..."

Mu Lin interjected, "Even your own Martial Brother couldn't care less about you." She chuckled mischievously, "How incompetent... Grandmaster." The title was added as a way to further fortify her mockery of Mu Lingxi.

Unexpectedly fueled by anger, Mu Lingxi pointed a finger at Mu Lin. "Simply because your my sister, doesn't an I'll hesitate to attack you!"

Fearlessly stepping forward, Mu Lin challenged her, saying, "Do your worst!"

The tension escalated, and Yang Wei, overwheld, sighed and rubbed his temples, sensing a brewing conflict.

As the siblings stood on the verge of a showdown, Mu Lingxi took a deep breath, regaining composure.

"I won't waste my ti on you," she said.

She walked over to Yang Wei, sat beside him, and crossed her legs, revealing pearl-like, white, flawless thighs. She folded her arms once again, involuntarily pushing up her fairly bountiful breasts. "Hmph!" she uttered, maintaining an indifferent expression. "I'm just here to check on Yang Wei and make so inquiries about his cultivation progress.

After all, his Foundation Establishnt breakthrough was indeed a showstopper."

While speaking, she casually picked up a rag and cleaned the stains off Yang Wei's lips. "You're quite the ssy eater," she comnted.

Mu Lin, seething with jealousy, was about to explode when Yang Wei abruptly stood up and headed for the door.

"Hm?" was all Mu Lingxi uttered to his sudden movent.

"W... Where're you going?!" Mu Lin asked.

"I need so fresh air, and peace of mind too..."

Stepping out of the door, Yang Wei was greeted by a line of junior disciples who all clenched their fists and bowed in respect.

"Greetings, Star Disciple!"

Puzzled, he glanced back at Mu Lingxi.

With a calm deanor, she explained, "Oh, that's the other reason I ca here."