The Oldest Disciple: Farming Intimacy to Become Immortal

Chapter 240: Just Feeling a Bit Insecure

“Senior Brother was fierce.”

“No, absolutely not.”

“You were fierce!”

“I wasn’t!”

“You were absolutely fierce.”

“Alright then, Junior Sister, what do you want?”

Li Meng stopped walking. He looked down helplessly at Qi Wei, who had stopped in the middle of the path and shaken off his hand. Her lower lip jutted out in a monumental pout.

Facing Senior Brother’s helpless gaze, Qi Wei turned her head away with a huff. Then, she stretched out both her little arms toward him, her expression softening into a demand.

Seeing this, Li Meng smiled. He bent down and scooped her up into his arms.

“Senior Brother, I forgive you!”

Qi Wei placed her small hands on his shoulders and beamed at him, her previous grievance evaporating like mist.

Li Meng reached out and gently tapped the tip of her nose. “You little rascal.”

Qi Wei giggled. Although Senior Brother was very smart most of the time, sometimes he could be a bit foolish when it came to girls.

The full moon hung high, round and bright. Its silver light spilled over the earth, dispelling the encroaching darkness of Lin’an City.

Prince Qi’s Residence, Guest Pavilion

In the upper-floor bedroom, the lights remained lit. On the large bed, two graceful figures lay facing each other, whispering in the quiet of the night.

“Sister… are we going to see Senior Brother tomorrow?”

A trace of panic flashed in Sheng Shui’er’s eyes.

She hadn’t forgotten her agreement with Li Meng—the price for saving her sister. She never expected him to personally come to Prince Qi’s residence, nor did she imagine he would become their savior in such a dramatic fashion.

Was all of this really just a coincidence? Or was he collecting his debt?

“I… I don’t know!” she stammered.

Although the fear on her face was fleeting, Sheng Zi’er noticed it.

“Sister, are you afraid of Senior Brother?” Sheng Zi’er asked, her eyes wide with curiosity. “Senior Brother Li is such a good person. He saved us! Why would you be afraid of him?”

“Am I? Little Sister, don’t let your imagination run wild.”

Sheng Zi’er looked at her sister suspiciously. Imagination? really?

She rolled over onto her back, staring up at the canopy. A faint, dreamy smile touched the corner of her mouth.

“If Sister isn’t going, then I’ll go alone. I have so, so many things to say to Senior Brother.”

Seeing her sister’s excited expression, full of innocent anticipation, a trace of melancholy deepened in Sheng Shui’er’s gaze.

Little Sister… perhaps the Senior Brother Li in your imagination is not his true face.

Li Meng was not as good as Zi’er thought. But Sheng Shui’er didn’t know how to tell her. It was a fact that he had saved them, risking danger to break them out of the palace. If she spoke ill of him without evidence, she would seem ungrateful.

Sheng Zi’er glanced sideways.

“Sister, you’re acting so strange tonight. Why not just say what’s on your mind? You never used to hide anything from me before.”

Zi’er wasn’t blind. Her sister clearly had something weighing on her heart. The secrecy made Zi’er feel a bit sad.

Seeing her sister’s sadness, Sheng Shui’er sighed. She reached out and grabbed Zi’er’s hand, squeezing it gently.

“Little Sister, I have no worries. I just… haven’t fully emerged from the nightmare yet. I’m just feeling a bit insecure, that’s all.”

“Really?”

“Really. When has Sister ever lied to you?”

Sheng Zi’er’s expression shifted to anger. “Those people from the Imperial Astronomy Bureau are truly despicable! I don’t know what they gave us to eat, but it was like being trapped in a fog. Thankfully Senior Brother was there. Otherwise, even if we were rescued, waking up wouldn’t have been easy.”

Her anger faded, replaced by admiration.

“Senior Brother Li is truly amazing. It’s as if nothing can stump him. Are all Alchemists this powerful?”

Seeing the hero-worship on her sister’s face, Sheng Shui’er knew exactly who Zi’er was thinking about.

She closed her eyes. She wouldn’t avoid her agreement with Li Meng. She just… wasn’t psychologically prepared yet.

Rooftop of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion

That night, the moonlight was exceptionally clear.

On the high eaves of the restaurant, two figures sat side by side, bathed in silver light as they gazed down at the magnificent mortal city.

“The State of Zhao’s dynastic fortune probably won’t last much longer,” Han Li remarked, his gaze profound as he looked at the moon.

Wen Huanhuan glanced at her Senior Brother. “What makes you say that?”

Han Li leaned back, his posture carefree. “In less than five short years, the Zhao royal family has been embroiled in two violent power struggles. If this continues, the country’s Luck will shatter and be devoured by neighboring states. As one wanes and the other waxes, the overturning of mountains and rivers is just a matter of time.”

Wen Huanhuan looked up at the sky, uninterested. The rise and fall of mortal dynasties were like passing clouds to her—meaningless cycles of dust. Even if the State of Zhao collapsed tomorrow, it had nothing to do with her path.

“Junior Sister, those deities in Lin’an City don’t seem too happy,” Han Li noted, glancing toward the faint aura of the Martial God Shrine within the palace.

Wen Huanhuan sneered. “Hmph. They aren’t even really in Lin’an City. They’re just projecting their consciousness. Like a dog trying to catch mice—meddling in business that isn’t theirs.”

Although the Martial God Shrine enshrined the Five Sacred Mountain Deities, gods were strictly forbidden from leaving their jurisdictions without permission from the Imperial Astronomy Bureau.

For them to project their power here meant they were agitated.

But Li Meng and Qi Wei were truly too blatant. They didn’t conceal their auras at all. It was as if they were shouting to every high-level cultivator and deity in the region: We are here. Deal with it.

Wen Huanhuan turned her head, looking toward Prince Qi’s residence in the distance.

“If he continues to linger in Lin’an City after five more days, Senior Brother, you tie him up and drag him back to the ship.”

What exactly is that brat doing?

He had already saved the people and killed the Emperor. Why linger? The royal power struggle wouldn’t affect disciples of the Joyous Union Sect.

Han Li chuckled. “Junior Sister, the Ancestor left plenty of time for Junior Nephew Li. We don’t need to do anything unnecessary.”

Returning to the ship would only be boring. It was better to stay in Lin’an City a bit longer. He was curious to see what else Li Meng planned to do.

Wen Huanhuan glared at him.

Han Li rubbed his nose sheepishly. Why does it feel like Junior Sister’s temper is getting more irritable lately? Is it my imagination?

Fortunately, Wen Huanhuan didn’t press the issue. She knew it was unrealistic to force Li Meng to leave now. That “old thing” always liked to make his own decisions.

She considered herself quite familiar with his character. Don’t be fooled by his amiable smile; in his heart, he was a stubborn mule.

Although she had no evidence, she trusted her feelings. He was up to something.