The Oldest Disciple: Farming Intimacy to Become Immortal

Chapter 204: Middle Grade Dharma Treasure “Black Dragon Banner”

Joyous Union Sect.

Inner Sect territory.

Martial Arts Peak.

The Inner Sect Grand Competition was currently in full swing.

“Junior Brother, the time is about right,” Su Meng said from atop a certain mountain peak, giving Su Can a meaningful glance.

Su Can grinned, cupping his hands in a respectful bow towards his Senior Brother.

“Senior Brother, rest assured. A mere early Foundation Establishment cultivator? I don’t even take him seriously.”

A playful, sinister smile appeared on Su Meng’s face. “Keep it discreet. Don’t disgrace the reputation of Broken Cliff Peak.”

A similarly twisted smile mirrored on Su Can’s face. “Relax, Senior Brother. I am an expert at this.”

Su Meng nodded. “Go.”

Su Can leaped into the air, riding the wind as he soared towards the Martial Arena. His robes fluttered behind him, giving him a somewhat dashing appearance.

He descended smoothly, landing on the heavy stone tiles of the Martial Arena.

Su Can looked up at the wooden Senior Sister hovering by the Name List Stele with a beaming smile.

“Su Can of Embracing Sword Peak challenges Junior Brother Li Meng of Moon Gaze Peak!”

Su Can’s clear voice echoed between heaven and earth, immediately silencing the surrounding peaks.

“He actually actively challenged Junior Brother Li? I… did I hear that right?”

“You heard right. That guy is as shameless as ever!”

“Shameless! Junior Brother Li’s cultivation is only at the early Foundation Establishment stage. How does he have the face to issue an active challenge?”

“Exactly! Su Can, you are the absolute disgrace of the Broken Cliff Peak lineage!”

Hearing that Su Can wanted to challenge Li Meng, the observing Inner and Outer Disciples showed expressions of sheer astonishment. Some Inner Disciples even spoke out bluntly in loud condemnation.

There was an unwritten rule in the Inner Sect Grand Competition. Disciples with higher cultivation realms would not actively challenge disciples with lower realms. For example, a disciple at Foundation Establishment Grand Perfection would never actively challenge someone below the late Foundation Establishment stage. It was a matter of face and dignity.

Facing the tidal wave of condemnation, Su Can’s expression turned cold, and he sneered disdainfully.

“Since his name is on the Name List Stele, what’s wrong with me challenging him?”

Su Can turned his gaze towards the mountain peak where Li Meng and his group stood. “Junior Brother Li, I’ve long wanted to exchange pointers with you. Today, let’s have a duel on the Martial Arena to fulfill this Senior Brother’s wish. How about it?”

As soon as these words were spoken, the Inner Sect disciples were utterly speechless.

Junior Brother Li had only successfully reached Foundation Establishment a few years ago. You’ve “long wanted” to exchange pointers with him? Did you have your eyes on him back when he was still an Outer Disciple?

“Senior Brother, that guy is way too arrogant. Hmph, beat him to death!”

Beside Li Meng, Qi Wei let go of her Senior Brother’s hand. One small finger pointed aggressively at Su Can in the Martial Arena below.

That guy was truly too arrogant. The smug expression on his face made it look as if he had already defeated her Senior Brother.

A faint, indifferent smile appeared at the corner of Li Meng’s mouth. He reached out and affectionately rubbed his Junior Sister’s little head.

“Alright. Then let’s beat him to death.”

Her Senior Brother’s casual tone gave Qi Wei a big fright. She quickly looked up and chuckled nervously.

“Senior Brother, I was joking! We can’t actually beat him to death. Just crippling him is fine!”

The Inner Sect Grand Competition strictly forbid taking lives. If someone died, it would be extremely difficult to explain to the Enforcement Hall.

Li Meng just smiled, saying nothing more. He stepped off the cliff, riding the wind as he drifted towards the Martial Arena.

Clad in his yellow robes, Li Meng landed weightlessly on the arena floor.

Li Meng looked at Su Can with a pleasant, beaming smile. He cupped his hands and bowed politely.

“Senior Brother Su, please.”

Su Can grinned, returning the bow with feigned courtesy. “Junior Brother Li, please!”

When Su Can straightened his back, his eyes were suddenly filled with a fierce, bone-chilling Killing Intent. He had long wanted to kill this old immortal. Today, even if he couldn’t legally kill him, he was going to cripple him beyond repair.

“Junior Brother, forgive my offense!”

Su Can’s hands blurred into a series of complex seals.

A terrifying dragon’s roar suddenly ripped through the heavens and earth. A black banner materialized in Su Can’s grip. The banner was shrouded in a thick, swirling black mist, making it impossible to see the flag’s true appearance. Anguished dragon roars continuously echoed from within the mist, shaking the souls of everyone watching.

[Black Dragon Banner: A Middle Grade Dharma Treasure refined from a flood dragon’s essence soul.]

“A Middle Grade Dharma Treasure?”

Li Meng narrowed his eyes, observing Su Can whose aura had just skyrocketed. This was probably the exact Dharma Treasure he used to injure Senior Sister Qu.

A flash of genuine killing intent passed through Li Meng’s eyes.

“Go die!”

Su Can violently waved the Black Dragon Banner.

A massive flood dragon formed entirely from black mist tore out of the banner. The black dragon was about 60 feet long, exuding a suffocatingly dense Yin Fiend Qi as it roared and charged toward Li Meng.

Before the black dragon even arrived, the frigid Yin Fiend Qi was already blasting against Li Meng’s face.

Li Meng formed a single-handed seal.

Instantly, his entire body erupted with a dazzling, blinding golden light. A colossal golden Dharma Image slowly rose from behind Li Meng. Standing 30 feet tall, the majestic golden avatar was almost identical in appearance to Li Meng himself.

The sudden appearance of the Dharma Image gave the observing Inner and Outer Disciples a massive fright.

“This… this is a Nascent Soul Dharma Image?”

“Impossible! The Nascent Soul Dharma Image is a divine ability exclusive to Nascent Soul Great Cultivators. Junior Brother Li is only at early Foundation Establishment! How could he possibly possess a Nascent Soul Dharma Image?”

“It must be a technique that mimics the Nascent Soul Dharma Image!”

“Too… too dazzling!”

At that moment, the golden Dharma Image on the Martial Arena moved. It extended a massive golden hand and violently snatched the black dragon right out of the air.

Metal is Yang, which inherently restrains all Yin and evil entities.

Trapped in the golden Dharma Image’s unyielding grip, the black dragon struggled violently. Its body, composed of Yin mist, began to hiss, showing signs of dissipating under the golden light.

Su Can’s expression shifted slightly. The appearance of the Nascent Soul Dharma Image had also given him a huge fright, but he quickly realized it was merely a powerful technique.

“That guy is going to be in trouble now, hehe!” At the cliff edge, Qi Wei’s face split into a gloating smile.

Just then, the situation on the Martial Arena shifted again.

The golden Dharma Image began to flicker, showing signs of collapsing under the sheer pressure.

“A mere Foundation Establishment cultivator dares to directly resist a Middle Grade Dharma Treasure? You are courting death!” Su Can sneered coldly at Li Meng.

Gripping the Black Dragon Banner with both hands, he slammed the butt of the pole into the ground. He then slapped his own chest fiercely with one palm.

Su Can opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of crimson essence blood.

The essence blood splattered across the banner. Instantly, the Black Dragon Banner erupted with a dark, gloomy light. The black dragon, still held captive by the golden Dharma Image, felt its aura explode in power.

Li Meng casually glanced at Su Can, then back at the frantically struggling black dragon before him.

“Truly worthy of being a Middle Grade Dharma Treasure,” Li Meng mused indifferently.

Although a Foundation Establishment cultivator had to pay a great price to activate a Dharma Treasure, the power of a Middle Grade tier was undeniable. Even with a direct attribute advantage, it couldn’t completely bridge the gap in raw power between the two sides.

“Unfortunately for you, you encountered me.”

A faint, indifferent smile appeared at the corner of Li Meng’s mouth.

He calmly formed another single-handed seal. Mirroring his movements, the giant golden Dharma Image also made a hand-sealing gesture.

Suddenly, vast, holy Buddhist sounds resounded between heaven and earth.

Rolling waves of golden radiance poured out from the golden Dharma Image, almost completely enveloping more than half of the Martial Arena.

Bathed in this holy golden light, the black dragon writhed as if it had fallen into a pot of boiling oil. Its massive body began to evaporate and dissipate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

“This… is this a Buddhist chant?”

“Junior Brother Li actually knows Buddhist techniques as well?”

“Wait, is Junior Brother Li trying to liberate the flood dragon’s soul?”

The Buddhist sound, rhythmic and vast like the sound of ocean tides, made everyone’s minds feel as if they were being washed clean. The soothing aura stripped away sorrow and joy, leaving only a clear and transparent mind.

The Inner and Outer Disciples stared at the golden figure within the Martial Arena with expressions of utter amazement. Today, they had truly broadened their horizons. A disciple of the Joyous Union Sect had actually studied orthodox Buddhist arts.

“St… stop! Don’t even think about taking my flood dragon soul!”

In the Martial Arena, Su Can spat out another mouthful of essence blood in sheer panic. The Black Dragon Banner once again flared with a dark, gloomy light.

“Return!” Su Can roared, forcefully waving the Black Dragon Banner, desperately trying to recall the flood dragon soul before it was purified.