The Oldest Disciple: Farming Intimacy to Become Immortal

Chapter 258: One of the Greatest Miracles in Ten Thousand Years

The Rejuvenation Pill was a Fourth-Grade pill. The System’s treasure vault didn’t yet contain its formula, but Li Meng had seen common recipes passed down through the ages. The required spiritual plants weren’t rare, but the age requirements were steep.

Only one ingredient was truly scarce: “Infant Companion Grass.”

It was the symbiotic herb of the Saint Infant Fruit, the primary ingredient for the Infant Transformation Pill—the dream of every Golden Core cultivator, capable of increasing the chances of forming a Nascent Soul by forty percent.

Wen Huanhuan fell silent. She didn’t continue the topic. Li Meng possessed the Five Spirit Roots waste body; reaching Foundation Establishment was already a miracle unseen in ten thousand years. Forming a Golden Core was a fantasy.

“Senior,” Li Meng murmured, changing the subject. “Discussing the Dao with Senior Sister Liu has been exhausting. This Junior wishes to hold you and sleep soundly. Is that alright?”

Wen Huanhuan shot him a cold glance.

That excuse is truly clumsy. Cultivators don’t need sleep to recover spirit.

She turned her head away, neither agreeing nor refusing.

Not refusing was agreeing.

A faint smile touched Li Meng’s lips. He stood up, scooping Wen Huanhuan into a princess carry. He walked to the bed, placed her gently on the silk sheets, and then—with practiced efficiency—stripped off his outer robe and climbed in after her.

He nestled into her warm, soft embrace, inhaling her rich, natural fragrance. With only half his face visible, his expression was one of pure intoxication.

Wen Huanhuan, her face still cold, waved a slender hand.

Swish.

The bed curtains slid shut, enclosing them in a private world.

“Don’t act up,” her voice came from the darkness. “Lie still properly. If you dare to get handsy, I’ll break your fingers.”

Li Meng didn’t say a word. He simply closed his eyes, immersing himself in the warmth of the woman he was determined to save.

The Next Day

The weather was perfect. The sky was a vast, cloudless azure stretching for thousands of miles.

Although the Heaven-Reaching Spirit Boat was a behemoth of wood and Qi, against the backdrop of the infinite sky, it was as insignificant as an ant. At an altitude of 10,000 meters, it cut through the wind, visible from the ground only as a tiny black dot.

Li Meng’s Room

“Junior Brother, you want to… refine pills?”

Liu Ruyu sat across from him at the tea table by the window.

Li Meng poured her a cup of tea. “Yes. The Fourth-Grade Longevity Pill.”

Clatter.

Liu Ruyu’s hand trembled, tea sloshing over the rim of her cup. She stared at him in utter disbelief.

“Ju… Junior Brother, you can refine Fourth-Grade pills?”

Li Meng put down the teapot and looked at her with a calm smile.

“Although there is a possibility of failure, I want to try.”

He wasn’t a Fourth-Grade Alchemist yet, and the System didn’t have the formula. However, the standard recipe wasn’t a secret, nor was it mechanically difficult. The challenge lay in the main ingredient: the Longevity Fruit. It was potent but highly toxic. The refinement process was entirely about neutralizing that toxicity. That was why only Golden Core cultivators dared to consume it.

Liu Ruyu’s heart pounded like a war drum.

A Fourth-Grade pill! Only Golden Core and Nascent Soul elders attempted such feats. Li Meng was in the early Foundation Establishment stage. This was fantasy.

“Junior Brother, you… you’re serious?”

Li Meng sipped his tea and nodded. “Naturally. However, I need the Ancestor’s help.”

Liu Ruyu stood up abruptly, bowing.

“I will go find Master right away!”

Excitement flashed in her eyes. Observing Li Meng and the Ancestor refining together would be an unparalleled lesson in the Dao of Alchemy. She hurried out.

Qi Wei, who was lying on the windowsill beside Li Meng, watched her go with a bored expression.

“It’s just a Fourth-Grade pill. Look at Senior Sister, all flustered. Making a fuss over nothing.”

Li Meng reached out and rubbed her head.

“Junior Sister, it’s not as simple as you think. Even I don’t dare guarantee success. And if we do succeed, the quality won’t be high.”

The Longevity Fruit he had was only a thousand years old. High-Grade or Flawless pills were out of the question. A Medium-Grade pill would be a miracle.

Upper Pavilion, Ancestor’s Chamber

Liu Ruyu burst in, bowing before the partition screen.

“Senior! Junior Brother Li, he—”

“I know,” a hoarse voice interrupted from behind the curtain. Even now, Liu Ruyan maintained her disguise. “Take him to the pill refining room.”

“Yes, Master!”

Liu Ruyu turned and rushed out again.

Behind the screen, Liu Ruyan sat by the window, her slender hand resting on the sill. She looked out at the boundless sky, a faint, intrigued smile playing on her lips.

Middle Floor

“Junior Brother! Master is waiting for you in the refining room!”

Li Meng stood up. He looked down at Qi Wei.

“Junior Sister, want to come?”

Qi Wei waved her hand dismissively. “No. I’ve seen it before. It’s boring.”

Li Meng smiled and didn’t insist. He followed Liu Ruyu out into the corridor.

“Junior Brother,” Liu Ruyu asked as they walked side-by-side, “are the spiritual plants prepared? Master and I didn’t bring many supplies for this journey.”

She looked at his profile, her admiration growing by the second.

Li Meng chuckled, stroking his beard. “Rest assured, Senior Sister. I have everything prepared.”

Ever since winning the Longevity Fruit at the auction, he had been gathering materials. Most came from the Bloody Forbidden Domain; the rest were bought at the Thousand Treasure Pavilion. Since the fruit was only a thousand years old, the auxiliary herbs were easy to match.

Liu Ruyu smiled gently.

“That is good. For Junior Brother to attempt a Fourth-Grade pill with Foundation Establishment cultivation… whether successful or not, it is something to look forward to. If you succeed, it will likely be one of the greatest miracles in ten thousand years.”