The Oldest Disciple: Farming Intimacy to Become Immortal

Chapter 196: Junior Sister Hua’s Flowing Cloud Peak

Li Meng blinked, then let out a quiet chuckle.
How could he—a Senior Brother—possibly refuse such a tiny request?

He crouched and wrapped his arms around Qi Wei’s small frame, pressing a kiss to her pink cheek.

“Haha, Senior Brother, that tickles!” she squealed. His stubble prickled her skin, and she burst into giggles.

Smiling, Li Meng stood and ruffled her hair. “Off you go, little one. See you at the Inner Sect Grand Competition!”

Qi Wei nodded eagerly. She took a few steps, then turned back—not once, not twice, but three times—before finally launching herself skyward on a gust of wind. Her tiny form soared through the clouds until it vanished into the mist.

Li Meng watched until she disappeared. Just as he turned to head inside and begin forging her Lifebound Flying Sword, his eyes flicked upward. A knowing smile tugged at his lips.

With a sweep of his sleeve, he rose into the air, robes fluttering like wings. In an instant, he plunged into the same clouds she’d vanished into.

Outside Moon Gaze Peak, Qi Wei nearly collided with a woman hovering in midair.

“Who are you?” Qi Wei blurted.

The stranger wore a shimmering violet robe that clung to every lush curve of her figure. Startled, she quickly bowed. “Inner Disciple Hua Biying greets Senior Sister. Is… is Senior Brother Li Meng within?”

Qi Wei grinned. “Looking for my Senior Brother? Got it!” She cupped her hands around her mouth. “Senior Brother! Someone’s here for you!”

Her voice rang across the valley. Then, with a playful wave, she hopped onto her tiny flying sword and zipped away.

Hua Biying watched her go, amused. So adorable… and clearly close to him. I wonder how close?

Before she could ponder further, the clouds parted. A familiar voice called out—

“Junior Sister! Long time no see.”

Her heart skipped. She turned to find Li Meng already beside her, eyes warm, beard neatly trimmed. A blush crept up her neck as she brushed a stray lock from her brow. “Senior Brother… I’ve reached Foundation Establishment.”

Li Meng studied her. The breakthrough had refined her aura—ethereal, elegant, ageless thanks to the Ageless Pill. She radiated a beauty that made even the immortal cranes seem dull.

He stroked his beard. “Excellent. Now, show me your cave dwelling.”

Hua Biying dipped into a graceful bow. “Senior Brother, please.”

“Junior Sister, lead the way.”

They soared together over jagged peaks and drifting clouds, sometimes weaving through mist, other times skimming above flocks of white cranes. Li Meng’s gaze lingered on the hypnotic sway of her hips beneath that clinging violet robe—curves so intoxicating they’d make any man’s blood boil.

She caught him looking. Her cheeks flushed crimson, but she said nothing.

Half an hour later, they arrived at Flowing Cloud Peak—a towering spire wreathed in ever-moving clouds.

“This is my home,” Hua Biying said proudly.

“Fitting,” Li Meng murmured. “The name suits you perfectly.”

She formed a seal. A token shot from her Storage Bag, parting the mist to reveal a hidden path. They landed before a cave entrance marked by a simple plaque: Flowing Cloud Cave.

Inside, sunlight poured through a fissure in the ceiling, illuminating a crystal-clear stream teeming with colorful spirit fish. A corridor ran alongside it, leading to a deep, dark pool where faint glimmers pulsed from the depths.

At the end stood a lone pavilion.

The moment they stepped inside, Li Meng flicked his sleeve. The door slammed shut behind them.

He stepped forward, heat blazing in his eyes, and wrapped his arms around Hua Biying from behind. Her breath hitched. Her body trembled.

“S-Senior Brother… not now—it’s still daylight…”

He leaned in, lips grazing her ear. “Can’t blame me, Junior Sister. You’re too tempting.” His voice dropped to a husky whisper. “Just yield to me.”

Her eyes fluttered shut. What choice did she have?

She caught his wandering hand at her waist. “Then… let’s go to the bedroom.”

“As you wish.”

In one smooth motion, he swept her into his arms and carried her upstairs. She buried her face in his shoulder, too flustered to meet his gaze.

Bang. He kicked open the door.
Bang. It closed behind them.

Silence held—briefly.

Then came the sounds: muffled gasps, rustling silk, the slap of skin on skin. The spirit fish in the deep pool below scattered in panic, darting for the murky depths.

Hours passed. The noise ebbed, then surged again—like lovers locked in battle, the woman sobbing between breathless cries.

Three hours later, all fell quiet.

Behind the bed curtains, Hua Biying lay limp in Li Meng’s arms, utterly spent. Her bare shoulder glistened with sweat. With a sigh, she lifted one trembling arm—then let it drop, boneless, against his chest.