The Oldest Disciple: Farming Intimacy to Become Immortal

Chapter 152: Must Die

A group of Qi Condensation cultivators was naturally beneath notice.

However, that particular group of Qi Condensation cultivators seemed to have some connection to the man currently holding the supreme treasure.

A slight, calculating curve appeared at the corner of Wen Yu’s mouth. He smiled, turning his gaze toward Gong Qi, who stood not far away.

“Fellow Daoist Gong Qi, why not join me in slaughtering this old fellow? Afterward, we can discuss the ownership of the supreme treasure.”

Seeing Wen Yu targeting him, Gong Qi merely threw him a disdainful glare.

“Watch it, or I’ll smash you to paste with one punch, you powdered sissy. Get lost! This is a matter for our righteous Sects. What the hell does it have to do with you?”

Wen Yu’s expression stiffened. His pale face twisted into an ugly scowl, a trace of venomous resentment flashing in his eyes.

“So, it seems the two of you plan to gang up on me?” Wen Yu sneered, his gaze turning murderous.

Gong Qi flashed a feral grin. “Since you knew this place was crawling with righteous cultivators and still dared to show your face, you should have been prepared to be ganged up on. Wen Yu, you brought this upon yourself. Don’t worry, after I kill you, I’ll find a nice ditch to bury you in and hire a Master to chant sutras over your grave. I definitely won’t let you die a good death!”

Wen Yu’s expression shifted rapidly. He opened his mouth to retort, but the words caught in his throat. He could only glare at Gong Qi with unadulterated killing intent.

“What, speechless now? If you don’t wise up, I’ll end you right here. Get lost!” Gong Qi mocked, dragging a thumb across his throat.

Wen Yu let out a cold, hollow laugh. He pivoted, turning his attention to Deng Wu.

“Fellow Daoist Deng Wu, how about the supreme treasure goes to you, and the Yellow Sand King goes to me?”

Deng Wu stared at him expressionlessly. “Fellow Daoist Wen, it is best if you say no more, lest you invite ridicule and become a laughingstock.”

The rejection was entirely within Wen Yu’s expectations. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Deng Wu could not possibly agree to ally with a demonic cultivator. If he did, the Azure Cloud Sect would become the biggest joke in the cultivation world.

“If you’re unwilling, forget it. No pressure, no pressure!” Wen Yu chuckled, finally turning his smiling eyes toward Li Meng.

“Fellow Daoist, you possess the supreme treasure and are already the target of public criticism. Why not cooperate with me to break through this encirclement?”

Li Meng stared at Wen Yu, his face an unreadable mask of absolute calm.

“Are you done?”

Wen Yu frowned slightly, remaining silent.

“Then die.”

Li Meng’s serene facade shattered, replaced by a gaze of terrifying ferocity. A blinding, opulent golden light erupted from his body, illuminating the desert like a second sun.

Li Meng hadn’t forgotten the lingering, predatory glance Wen Yu had cast toward the Tianshi Mansion cultivators earlier. That alone sealed his fate.

He must die!

A thirty-foot Golden Geng Spirit Sword condensed out of thin air, a monolith of pure, radiant wealth. It shot toward Wen Yu like a golden meteor. Before the blade even arrived, a violent gale of sword energy tore through the air, shredding the very wind.

Li Meng’s sudden, explosive attack gave Wen Yu a massive fright.

“Old fellow, you’re courting death!” Wen Yu laughed in sheer anger. A mere early Foundation Establishment cultivator actually dared to treat him like a soft persimmon to be squeezed?

Wen Yu’s hands blurred into a series of seals. His entire body dissolved, transforming into a churning mass of crimson mist.

“Heavenly Demon Hand!”

A giant, grotesque hand made of boiling blood reached out from the crimson cloud, grasping directly toward the incoming golden blade.

Seeing this, Li Meng let out a cold, detached laugh. He simply flicked his sleeve.

He didn’t just counterattack; he flooded the sky. Hundreds of Golden Geng Spirit Swords materialized in an instant, a monsoon of solid gold that blotted out the heavens. They swept toward the Blood Blade Sect cultivators like a tidal wave of divine judgment.

Boom!

The giant blood hand collided with the massive thirty-foot Spirit Sword. Two contrasting colors of Spiritual Power detonated, sending rings of violent shockwaves rippling outward in all directions.

Almost simultaneously, the torrent of golden swords crashed into the Blood Blade Sect’s ranks.

The demonic cultivators frantically summoned their artifacts to defend, but it was utterly futile. Those at the early Foundation Establishment stage were instantly pulverized, their defenses shattering like glass under the sheer weight of Li Meng’s golden barrage. Only the mid Foundation Establishment cultivators managed to hold on for a few desperate breaths.

Li Meng’s hands shifted into a new seal. The space around him warped under the sheer density of his golden light.

More Golden Geng Spirit Swords condensed. Nearly a thousand blades fanned out behind Li Meng, forming a terrifying, majestic sword array. It was an absurd, sickening display of excess. Just looking at the sheer volume of Qi being burned made the onlookers’ scalps go numb.

“This… what kind of sword technique is this?”

“Could he be a sword cultivator?”

“Impossible! I didn’t see a lifebound flying sword!”

The sheer combat power Li Meng displayed sent a shockwave of terror through the surrounding crowd. Every single Spirit Sword was extraordinary, thrumming with a profound, heaven-and-earth artistic conception.

How much Qi would nearly a thousand Spirit Swords consume? That man was only at the early Foundation Establishment stage! How could he possess such a bottomless well of Qi? He wasn’t fighting; he was simply burying his enemies in raw, unadulterated power.

Li Meng flicked his sleeve once more.

“Go.”

A thousand swords tore through the sky like a golden rainbow, painting the desolate world in blinding, majestic gold. It was flashy, arrogant, and undeniably breathtaking.

One sword breaks ten thousand techniques; ten thousand swords dictate the universe.

“Blood Son, save us!”

The golden swarm swept over the remaining Blood Blade Sect cultivators. Wherever the light touched, miserable screams echoed, and severed limbs and shattered bodies were thrown into the air. The desert ran red, only to be quickly swallowed by the blinding gold.

Several demonic cultivators broke formation, fleeing desperately toward the horizon.

The sword array seamlessly split into two, then four, hunting down the fleeing stragglers with ruthless efficiency. In less than two breaths, the golden streaks caught up to their targets. A chorus of final, agonizing screams rang out, and the fleeing figures were erased from existence.

“Old fellow, I want you dead!”

Everything had happened in the span of five breaths.

The blood cloud churned violently. The giant Heavenly Demon Hand seemed to solidify, its crimson surface hardening as it crushed down on the thirty-foot Spirit Sword.

With a deafening boom, the golden sword shattered. But the backlash was mutual—the giant blood hand exploded alongside it, sending a hurricane of violent Spiritual Power sweeping across the battlefield.

Li Meng remained an immovable statue of golden serenity. His hands formed another seal.

The thousand scattered swords abruptly changed trajectory, converging directly above the churning blood cloud. Countless Golden Geng Spirit Swords fused together, rapidly forging an even more colossal blade.

Within the crimson mist, Wen Yu felt a terrifying spiritual pressure lock onto him. He desperately wanted to counterattack this ‘early Foundation Establishment’ old man, but he couldn’t even breathe under the crushing weight of that golden monolith. He had no opportunity to strike. If he dropped his defense for even a fraction of a second, he would be obliterated.

“Is that person really an early Foundation Establishment cultivator?”

“Could he be an old monster hiding his cultivation?”

“His mastery over that sword technique is superb, simply divine!”

“Even battles between Golden Core cultivators might not have this kind of spectacle, right?”

“He… he’s actually suppressing the Blood Blade Sect’s Blood Son!”

“Quick, use a memory sphere to record this!”

The overwhelming display of wealth and power drew endless gasps of awe from the surrounding cultivators. They were utterly stunned that Li Meng, supposedly at the early Foundation Establishment stage, could fight on par with a cultivator at the Grand Perfection of late Foundation Establishment.

No, it wasn’t on par.

The Blood Son, a genius at the Grand Perfection of late Foundation Establishment, was being completely and utterly suppressed.

High above the blood cloud, the fusion was complete.

A suffocating spiritual might erupted from the newly formed Golden Geng Spirit Sword. The Spiritual Qi of heaven and earth surged madly into the blade, expanding it to a staggering one hundred feet in length.

The colossal golden sword descended toward the blood cloud. It appeared slow, but the sheer mass of it tore through the air, sending out visible shockwaves of displaced pressure.

“I can’t block it! I can’t block it!”

Trapped within the blood cloud, Wen Yu was consumed by shock and fury. He never expected this old man to be such an absolute nightmare.

There was no time to hesitate. Wen Yu opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of vital essence blood.

A crimson mirror flew out from the Storage Bag at his waist, its surface catching the spray of essence blood. Instantly, the blood-stained mirror erupted with a dazzling, brilliant crimson light.

The artifact expanded exponentially, swelling to a massive diameter of nearly a hundred feet, forming an impenetrable crimson shield above the blood cloud.

“That’s the Low Grade spirit treasure, the ‘Blood Cloud Mirror’! The Blood Blade Sect’s Blood Son actually has such a treasure to protect himself!”

“The Blood Blade Sect is truly willing to invest heavily in him.”

“You don’t think that Blood Son is the Blood Blade Sect Leader’s illegitimate child, do you?”

“Nonsense, they don’t look alike at all!”

For a Foundation Establishment cultivator to possess a spirit treasure for protection was an act of extreme extravagance. Although it was nearly impossible for someone at the Foundation Establishment stage to unleash the full might of a spirit treasure, even drawing out ten or twenty percent of its true power was enough to render them invincible among their peers.