Chapter 97: Star Disciple's Encounter with the Sexy Cultivators of the White Serpent Sect.

Yang Wei strolled out of the Huo Pill Pavilion, scanning the area for Wu Fengtian. "Where's that silly boy?" he muttered to himself, "Doesn't he know to wait for me when I'm busy with women?" He sighed heavily, fishing out the Blood Strengthening Pill from his robes and examining it in the sunlight.

When sunlight hit the pill, it scattered the light rays all over the place. That's one of the go-to ways to check how pure a pill is. If light struggles to pass through, you know there's high-levels of impurity. But Yang Wei's pill? It had around 25% impurity, which is why sunlight breezed through it like nothing.

I guess teaching those Green Sanctuary Peak disciples wasn't entirely a waste. They're professionals at pill refinement, and learning a bit on what they do did give me an upper hand when I refined this...

"Once we settle down, I'll refine a few more of these for the Profound Black Tortoise Inheritance's First Volume."

Lost in thought, Yang Wei wandered into a bustling market square, where curious gazes met him at every turn.

Hm? Why're they looking at me like that? he asked himself.

Suddenly, an old woman with a bunch of moles on her face latched onto his arm, her dry breasts and sharp ribs pressing against him. "Well, hello there, handsome," she cooed, "I heard you crafted a fifth-grade Blood Strengthening Pill. My Sect is willing to pay a hefty sum for your services."

Before Yang Wei could respond, a muscular woman barged in, shoving the old woman aside. She scooped Yang Wei up like a baby, her imposing figure towering over him. "Forget them," she spoke almost unintelligibly, "join our sect, and you'll get spirit stones, body refinement pills, secret manuals, and some sweet lovin' from mama~!"

Her nostrils were so big it was almost as though that was the only thing Yang Wei could see. And when she snorted, a rush of moisty hot air blasted Yang Wei's face making him cringe internally.

As she leaned in for a kiss, Yang Wei felt like he was about to be swallowed whole.

Suddenly, a group of men surged forward, pushing the muscular woman away and vying for Yang Wei's attention.

"You're basically an Apothecary Grandmaster, imagine what your image could do for our sect!"

"No, join our sect!"

"Join ours! We'll offer you all the spirit stones we can squeeze out of our ancestors!!"

They all dragged his robes, a few more yanks and it'd probably tear to shreds.

In the chaos, Yang Wei simply sighed, feeling exhausted by the sudden onslaught of admirers.

How fast does news travel in the Martial World...?

As the crowd grew, more women than men surrounded Yang Wei, their hands exploring his body with tender caresses. Some planted kisses on his cheek, while others embraced him tightly, heavy with affection. Each woman, were either quite beautiful or wore layers of makeup to enhance it.

It was obvious that they'd fallen in love with this Star Disciple's talent and extreme handsomeness.

The men around were already charmed by Deng Rulan's beauty.

On the flipside, Yang Wei was taking a good look at Liu Yan.

That woman, looks oddly familiar...

Hu Meizhen, eager to defend her sister, stepped forward, ready to confront the arrogant woman. "Sister Deng, let me handle this arrogant bitch for you!" she exclaimed, pounding her fists together.

But Deng Rulan shook her head gently, dismissing the notion. "Not worth it," she murmured. Her attention shifted to Liu Yan for confirmation. "Right, Yang Mi?"

Liu Yan nodded. "Yes."

Infuriated by Deng Rulan's dismissive attitude, the woman shouted back, "Me?! Not worth it?! How dare you! Do you know who I am?!"

All Deng Rulan did was to sigh—as though this woman was only a nuisance. She turned to face her and looked at her with disgust. "Why should I?" she asked uninterestedly.

This shocked the woman, "Be-because..."

"Maybe if I could see that hideous face of yours that's hidden underneath all those layers of tasteless cosmetics, just maybe then, I'd feel some sympathy for you..."

The woman, shocked and embarrassed, stepped back, covering her face in shame. Everyone present looked at her with irritation as she trembled in fury.

Suddenly, she lunged forward.

"BITCH! W-WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!"

"Oh?" Deng Rulan uttered. "I almost forgot..."

She coolly unleashed a rush of purple mist from her index finger.

It enveloped everyone nearby except for herself, Hu Meizhen, and Liu Yan.

Even Mu Lingxi, watching from a distance, was clouded by the mist, though she remained unaffected by Deng Rulan's technique.

Hm? What's this? she asked herself.

Every other person present, collapsed drained of their spiritual energy.