The Oldest Disciple: Farming Intimacy to Become Immortal

Chapter 201: Martial Arts Peak

A flicker of genuine anxiety marred Yuan Baobao’s delicate features.

Kongming Hall. It wasn’t just a location; it was a legend—a true Blessed Land of Caves and Heavens left over from an ancient era.

Its danger level was in a league of its own, far surpassing the infamous “Bloody Forbidden Domain.” Even the so-called “Minor Spirit Realm” was considered safe only by comparison. Inside Kongming Hall, a single misstep, a fraction of bad luck, meant instant, violent death.

“Rest assured,” Li Meng said, his voice carrying a lazy confidence. he stroked her hair gently. “Have I ever done anything without absolute certainty?”

Yuan Baobao swallowed her protests. Senior Brother had made his decision. To nag him now would only be a burden on his state of mind. She sighed softly and nuzzled deeper into Li Meng’s chest, seeking comfort in his warmth.

Li Meng didn’t leave Spirit Stream Peak until the sun was high in the sky.

His schedule was packed. After checking in at Sunset Glow Peak, he made his way to Flowing Cloud Peak as night fell.

The full moon hung high, casting a silver sheen over the mountains. Inside Flowing Cloud Cave, within a secluded room on the pavilion’s upper floor, the atmosphere was thick and intoxicating.

“Senior Brother… t-tomorrow is the Inner Disciple Grand Competition…” A breathless, disjointed voice drifted from behind the bed curtains. “You… you should conserve your strength… take it easy!”

The protests were weak, quickly silenced by the rhythmic swaying of the silk curtains.

The room was filled with the sounds of friction and stifled gasps. Shadows danced against the fabric as two figures merged and separated in the dim light.

Eventually, the room fell silent.

Hua Biying lay tangled in the sheets, her cheeks flushed a deep, alluring crimson. Her chest heaved as she reached out a trembling hand to wipe the sweat from Li Meng’s brow.

Li Meng grinned down at her, his expression satisfied and wolfish. He collapsed comfortably into Junior Sister Hua’s soft embrace, closing his eyes.

A tender smile graced Hua Biying’s lips. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight. No words were spoken; the shared warmth between their bodies was enough.

After an incense stick of time, the spirit lamp flickered and died. The cave dwelling descended into darkness, illuminated only by the occasional flash of spiritual light passing through the deep pool outside.

The next morning.

Dong—!

A deep, resonant bell tolled, its sound waves piercing through the mountain-protecting Formation and echoing across the peak.

“Senior Brother… wake up. It’s time.”

On the bed, Hua Biying gently pushed at the heavy weight resting on top of her.

Li Meng didn’t budge. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. “No rush. Let’s sleep a little longer.”

“Senior Brother…” Hua Biying’s face turned pink.

She had no choice but to let him have his way. Of course, “sleeping a little longer” was a lie. There was no sleeping involved.

Li Meng lingered, his hands roaming, enjoying the softness of his Junior Sister for another incense stick of time.

Finally, half an hour later, the bed curtains were swept aside.

Hua Biying rose, her eyes shimmering with a watery, lingering charm. She was a vision of chaotic beauty—hair slightly disheveled, skin flushed.

She stood by the bedside, her body a masterpiece of white jade, plump and flawless in all the right places. Unhurriedly, she began to dress.

Li Meng sat cross-legged on the bed, his chin resting in his hand, watching the show with an appreciative, brazen smile.

“Senior Brother, get up already!” Hua Biying glanced back over her shoulder. Her voice was soft, husky, and laced with a natural seductiveness that made Li Meng’s heart skip a beat.

“Let me look a bit longer,” Li Meng teased.

Hua Biying pursed her lips, fighting back a smile. She deliberately turned her back to him, slowing her movements as she pulled the silk robes over her shoulders. The curve of her spine, the smoothness of her back—it was a view Li Meng committed to memory.

Another half hour passed before they finally emerged.

At the entrance of Flowing Cloud Cave, Li Meng stretched his arms.

“Let’s go, Junior Sister. Time to watch the show.”

Hua Biying smiled gracefully, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. The Inner Disciple Grand Competition was the grandest event in the Joyous Union Sect. Even if one wasn’t fighting, one had to witness it.

They soared into the air, riding the wind toward the central peaks.

Joyous Union Sect. Inner Disciple Territory.

Martial Arts Peak.

Although the Sect had advanced the Grand Competition by seven years, it made little difference to the cultivators. Time was fluid for those seeking the Dao.

Since dawn, Martial Arts Peak had been a cauldron of noise and activity.

Streaks of sword light tore through the sky from all directions, weaving a chaotic tapestry of colors. There were Qi Condensation disciples from the Outer Sect riding artifacts, and Foundation Establishment disciples from the Inner Sect riding the wind.

In the high pavilions of the surrounding mountains, powerful auras could be felt—Golden Core Elders were watching.

Martial Arts Peak was a colossus, ranking fifth in height among the Sect’s mountains. It pierced the clouds, its summit flattened into a massive Martial Arena.

Surrounding the arena were smaller peaks, forming a natural amphitheater. Every inch of standing room was occupied.

The hierarchy was strict: Inner Disciples claimed the high ground, while Outer Disciples crowded the lower slopes. Yet, the visibility was perfect from any angle.

To the east of the Martial Arena stood the Name List Stele, a towering monolith glowing with thousands of golden names.

“Senior Brother, let’s head there.”

In the air, Hua Biying pointed toward a smaller peak that seemed less crowded.

Li Meng glanced over. “Alright.”

They adjusted their trajectory, landing gracefully on a cliff edge overlooking the arena.

The moment they touched down, ripples spread through the crowd.

“It’s Junior Brother Li!”

“The rumors were true? He’s actually participating?”

“Is he insane? Kongming Hall is a death trap. Why would the Sect allow a talent like him to risk it?”

Discussions erupted among the nearby disciples. Li Meng’s reputation had clearly transcended his status as a mere disciple.

Feeling the weight of hundreds of gazes, Hua Biying shifted uncomfortably. She knew her Senior Brother was popular, but this level of attention was suffocating.

Her gaze wandered, looking for a distraction. It landed on a figure standing on the mountainside of the neighboring peak.

A man in a yellow robe, hair neatly tied in a formal crown, was looking right at her.

It was Senior Brother Qian Wen.

Hua Biying’s expression softened into a polite, graceful smile. She cupped her hands and bowed slightly across the distance.

On the neighboring peak, Qian Wen froze. He quickly composed himself and hurriedly returned the bow.

Their eyes met for a brief second before Hua Biying looked away, her smile remaining polite but detached.

Senior Brother Qian has reached Foundation Establishment. That is good, she thought. Our past relationship as Dual Cultivation partners… it really has concluded perfectly.

Li Meng noticed the exchange and followed her gaze.

Junior Brother Qian?

Li Meng raised an eyebrow, realization dawning on him. Ah, an old flame. No wonder Junior Sister Hua was being so polite.

Meanwhile, on the neighboring peak, Qian Wen’s mind was racing as he stared at the man standing next to his former partner.

“Could the person Junior Sister Hua was meeting… be Senior Brother Li?”

Qian Wen’s face went through a kaleidoscope of emotions.

If it is Senior Brother Li… that would explain where she got a high-grade Foundation Pill.

Junior Sister Hua and Senior Brother Li?

Confusion clouded his eyes. When? How?

No. Impossible. Qian Wen shook his head, dismissing the thought. Senior Brother Li is famous for his indifference. He’s a stone. He doesn’t look like the type interested in women.

They probably just met on the way here, he reasoned, desperate to convince himself. Just a coincidence. Standing together proves nothing.

“Senior Brother! Senior Brother!”

A crisp, energetic shout broke the atmosphere. A petite figure rocketed toward Li Meng’s cliff.

It was the little loli, Junior Sister Qi Wei.

She landed with a bounce beside Li Meng. “Senior Brother! Where have you been these past few days? I couldn’t find you anywhere!”

Before Li Meng could answer, Hua Biying’s face turned a guilty shade of crimson.

Li Meng chuckled, reaching out to ruffle Qi Wei’s hair. “I told you, didn’t I? Just wandering around.”

“Hmph.” Qi Wei pouted, glaring at him. “Fine, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know anyway!”

Despite her angry words, she immediately glued herself to Li Meng’s side, staking her claim.

Just then, three more graceful figures descended from the sky, riding the wind. Their arrival drew gasps of admiration from the surrounding crowd.

Senior Sister Leng, Junior Sister Zhang, and Junior Sister Yao landed on the cliff.

“Senior Brother!”

“Junior Brother!”

The three beauties bowed in unison.

“Senior Sister, Junior Sisters,” Li Meng returned the greeting with a calm, welcoming smile.

“Senior Brother!”

Two more figures arrived, landing softly. It was Yuan Baobao and Chen Lan.

In the blink of an eye, the solitary cliff edge had transformed. Li Meng stood at the center, surrounded by a stunning garden of the Sect’s most beautiful flowers. The envy in the eyes of the male disciples on the surrounding peaks was palpable enough to solidify the air.