The Oldest Disciple: Farming Intimacy to Become Immortal

Chapter 249: Qiyun Villa and an Old Acquaintance

Prince Qi waved his hand dismissively.

“Go and rest.”

“Yes!”

The soldier stood, bowed sharply, and hurried away. Only when his footsteps faded did Prince Qi turn back to the main hall of the mountain temple.

No matter what had transpired at the foot of the mountain, as long as he returned to the Northern Frontier, this chaotic chapter would close.

The rain intensified outside, drumming relentlessly against the roof tiles, the only melody in the dark night.

Not far from the temple, perched high in the branches of an ancient tree, Li Meng watched the scene unfold.

Satisfied, he turned.

A sword light shot up from the canopy, piercing the storm clouds and vanishing into the northern sky.

State of Zhao, Lin’an City

The storm had passed. Today, Lin’an basked under a cloudless blue sky and bright sunshine.

Prince Qi’s Mansion, Guest Pavilion

“Senior Brother, have you finished everything?”

Qi Wei sat on a stone stool, swinging her little legs back and forth. She glanced at Li Meng, who was leisurely sipping tea as if he had all the time in the world.

Li Meng narrowed his eyes in contentment. “No rush. There is still plenty of time before the Ancestor’s six-month deadline.”

It hadn’t even been two months. Why hurry?

Qi Wei pouted, lying her head on the stone table in boredom.

“The Heaven-Reaching Spirit Boat is fast, Senior Brother. If you miss it, the Ancestor will definitely scold you.”

Li Meng put down his cup and stretched lazily. He mimicked her posture, resting his cheek against the cool stone surface so they were eye-to-eye.

“What? Does Junior Sister want to see Senior Brother get scolded?”

Qi Wei’s eyes rolled playfully. She gave him a sweet, innocent smile.

“Senior Brother’s face is so thick, he wouldn’t be afraid of a little scolding.”

Li Meng reached out and tapped the tip of her nose. “Are you praising me or insulting me?”

Qi Wei giggled, her eyes curving into crescents.

Just as she was about to retort, her delicate brows furrowed. She sat up straight, looking toward the sky.

A streak of light descended, circling above the pavilion. It was a small jade sword—a Message Flying Sword.

“Leave Lin’an City within three days, or you’ll regret it!”

The Divine Sense transmission was sharp and familiar. It was from Senior Wen.

Li Meng’s expression shifted slightly.

“Senior Brother, who is it?” Qi Wei asked. She tried to catch the sword with her own Divine Sense, but the restriction embedded in the blade repelled her probe.

Li Meng flicked his sleeve. The sword turned and flew back the way it came.

“Junior Sister,” he said, rubbing her head. “It seems we must leave Lin’an City.”

Qi Wei’s eyes lit up instantly. She jumped off the stool and grabbed his wrist.

“Let’s go right now!”

She was sick of this place. Sick of the mansion, sick of the mortal politics, and especially sick of the women clinging to her Senior Brother.

“Don’t rush. We leave tomorrow.”

Li Meng picked her up and placed her back on the stool.

Qi Wei pouted. Senior Brother is really annoying. What’s the difference between today and tomorrow?

Nightfall, Guanshui Detached Courtyard

The night was deep, and the full moon hung high.

In the lakeside pavilion, silence reigned. Suddenly, a creak broke the stillness. The window latch gave way, and a cold wind blew into the bedroom, billowing the curtains.

Wei Yushu woke with a shiver. She sat up, pulling the silk blanket around her shoulders.

“This is…”

Her eyes caught a glimmer of gold on the pillow beside her.

She picked it up. It was a piece of golden talisman paper, inscribed with elegant calligraphy.

“Practice with peace of mind. When your worldly affairs are settled, Senior Brother will come to take you up the mountain.”

Wei Yushu held the paper to her chest, reading the words over and over.

“The Immortal Master… has left.”

There was a sense of finality in the note. She didn’t run out to look for him. An Immortal Master was like the wind; when he said he was leaving, he was already gone.

High Altitude, Southwest of Lin’an

A hundred li away, a giant purple gourd skimmed over a sea of clouds illuminated by the moonlight.

“Senior Brother, didn’t you say we would leave tomorrow?”

Qi Wei knelt on the gourd, holding onto Li Meng’s arm to steady herself against the wind.

Li Meng tapped her nose. “Isn’t today tomorrow?”

It was past midnight. Technically, he wasn’t lying.

Qi Wei blinked, then giggled. “That’s right! Today is tomorrow!”

She swayed happily from side to side. Finally, they were free of that place. No more vixens. Just her and Senior Brother.

The purple gourd accelerated, leaving a long wake in the clouds as it headed north.

Five Days Later

State of Qi, Wei County

At the foot of Qiyun Mountain, deep in a dense forest, lay a tranquil pond.

Legend said that when the moon was full, the pond would transform.

Tonight, the moon was very, very round.

As the moonlight hit the water, the reflection solidified. A massive, ancient mansion appeared where the water should have been.

Li Meng and Qi Wei stood before the gates.

“Senior Brother, why are we here?” Qi Wei tugged his sleeve nervously. Her Lunar Body sensed something unusual—an aura that was neither living nor dead.

Li Meng patted her head. “Passing through the State of Qi, I came to see an old acquaintance.”

He looked up at the plaque above the gate.

[Qiyun Villa]

He knocked.

Dong. Dong.

The sound echoed unnaturally far into the silent night.

Moments later, footsteps approached.

Creak.

The heavy doors groaned open. An old maidservant stood in the gap, her face heavily wrinkled and pale as wax.

Qi Wei yelped and ducked behind Li Meng, peeking out cautiously.