NOVEL SIMPLE 46 Rumors in Bloom, Yang Wei and Big Sister Liu Yan's Love Story or Sect-Wide Fantasy?
Yang Wei gripped the blazing hot dragon sword, its bright blue brilliance glowed masterfully.
Yet, the dissatisfaction on his face was great.
He examined the weapon with some irritation, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"Hmm, something's off. I did everything right, and still, I can't hit the peak of Dragon Sword Formation. What am I missing?"
Yang Wei mused aloud.
This earned him puzzled glances from Wu Fengtian and the other disciples.
Despite crafting the sword in less than two days - something that could take a seasoned cultivator months - this junior cultivator seemed discontent.
Confusion clouded the disciples' faces.
To them, the sword appeared flawless.
Yang Wei, however, took matters into his own hands, literally. Using his forearm, he smashed it against the dragon sword, shattering it into energy particles that dispersed into the air. "Not strong enough, even with all the resources I used," he declared, prompting bewildered looks from the onlookers. As Yang Wei continued to mutter about strengthening the sword, the disciples found themselves growing frustrated.
To them, his words seemed like nonsense, and the act of breaking a seemingly perfect sword was incomprehensible. Some, barely reaching the peak of Dragon Vein Cultivation first or second realm after nearly a year of effort, felt a sense of hopelessness.
Their gaze fixated on Yang Wei, unsure of how to react.
Do they call him a genius? Or just be mad at him.
With a casual sigh, Yang Wei dusted off his hands, announcing his departure. "I should head back to Spirit Harmony Peak, cultivate my spirit root paths to the fourth level of Mortal Realm, then push my cultivation to at least the fifth level. I'll be back for this," he explained nonchalantly.
Leaving the cave abode, Yang Wei's murmured words left the disciples in absolute shock.
As he exited, they remained frozen in disbelief.
Wu Fengtian, the most astonished among them, dropped to his knees, breathing heavily.
"I... I'm barely cultivating the same thing he is... I'd be glad if I could even properly condense refined dragon vein Qi. This junior perfectly condenses a dragon sword and he's not even the least bit satisfied."
Then, in a sudden burst of emotion, he shouted at the top of his voice.
"BASTARD!!"
...
It's been a week since Yang Wei dove into Dragon Vein Cultivation.
Or more accurately, ten days.
Now, he was practically living at the Dragon Vein Spirit Pool, going all out to craft the ultimate dragon sword.
"One so powerful that it would make everyone else's a fake and mine the most authentic."
That was how he described it.
He spent more time there than at home, so much so that he used [Spatial Magic] to link his courtyard to a cave abode in the Dragon Vein Spirit Pool.
In that same week, Yun Feiyan was on a mission to find out who Yang Wei was. She asked around the first two days, but it was as though Yang Wei had vanished – after all, no one knew a thing about him.
Finally, she got so fed up she threw in the towel, disappointedly wondering how Mu Lin can be into a guy that's practically a ghost.
Little did she know, if she kept at it for the next eight days, she'd catch wind of rumors about Yang Wei's name.
After the whole Wang Zhang, Yang Wei, and Liu Yan drama early last week, a bunch of rumors went wild across the sect about who this Yang Wei really is.
A junior disciple who managed to withstand a senior cultivator's spiritual pressure and even got something that every junior disciple dreamt up in their wet dreams - sweet motherly protection from Big Sister Liu Yan – who never gave any man the time of day. Liu Yan only chatted casually with Mu Zhong, her childhood friend, so people were immediately freaked that she's into a junior like Yang Wei.
People started buzzing about it, thinking if a perfect woman like Liu Yan – core disciple, Grandmaster Lin Feng's granddaughter – with the kind of body that'd make any male disciple drool or female disciples either admire or be green with envy, is actually interested in Yang Wei, then there had to be reason for that.
People were already thinking he's this super talented junior who would shake foundation of the Mashyan World real soon.
It got every disciple intrigued, especially because there was a shortage of decent male cultivators – well, actually, just a shortage of competent men in the whole Mashyan World.
The rumor about Yang Wei and Liu Yan was more on the romantic side – a bit too ambitious for some certain people's taste.
"Did you hear? Yang Wei, the junior disciple, once stared down a dragon and it bowed in respect! They say his cultivation technique was so potent that even the heavens blushed."
"Rumor has it that Yang Wei's inner energy is so refined, flowers bloom wherever he walks. Even the spirit beasts can't resist joining his entourage!"
"They say Yang Wei's martial skills are so advanced that he sparred with the wind itself and left it breathless. The wind is now considering changing its career path."
"Yang Wei's meditation sessions are legendary! They claim he meditated for a week straight, and when he opened his eyes, the stars rearranged themselves to form a smiley face just for him."
"Even Big Sister Liu Yan acknowledges his strength and beauty!"
"Oh, they say their love story is written in the constellations. When they hold hands, the stars themselves sigh in envy."
"People swear that Yang Wei's smile can make flowers bloom, but when he smiles at Liu Yan, it's like the entire garden of love suddenly bursts into full bloom."
There were countless rumors. Some were funny, some serious, and others just plain disgusting.
However, a line was crossed when several paintings of Yang Wei and Liu Yan with their child spread across the sect.
It was as though almost everyone had a copy.
...
In Mu Lingxi's quarters, she remained in seclusion.
There was the flickering glow of several lit incense sticks.
During her cultivation, Mu Lingxi, seated in a lotus position, felt a profound shift within her Nascent Soul and Celestial Soul Heart. Pausing her practice, she commented, "Well, it looks like everything's back in shape. That includes my Structural Immemorial Divergent Boundary."
As she rose from her meditative posture and approached a table in her spacious room, her eyes caught a peculiar sight—a paper laying there, seemingly out of place. Quirking an eyebrow, she picked up the paper, revealing an exaggerated depiction of Yang Wei and Liu Yan. The caricatured rendering portrayed Liu Yan with exaggerated curves, almost resembling a meat lump, while Yang Wei sported an over-the-top, almost feminine handsomeness.
"Hmm, what's this?" Mu Lingxi mused, eyes widening briefly before narrowing sharply, attempting to suppress any surprise.
Dismissing the comical illustration with a disappointed shake of her head, she commented, "If he's got time for these antics, I might as well extend my seclusion by another month."
Squeezing the paper in mild frustration, she tossed it away and returned to her cultivation.