The Oldest Disciple: Farming Intimacy to Become Immortal

Chapter 114: Rat Supreme

“Another superior-grade talisman? Just how many of them do you have?!”

The sheer might of that single saber strike had been enough to cleave heaven and earth. The golden barrier protecting the man had clearly shattered under the blow—yet, in the blink of an eye, a brand-new shield of golden light flared to life in its place.

The Blood Blade Sect cultivator was at the Grand Perfection of the late Foundation Establishment realm. A standard first-grade Golden Light Body Protection Talisman was nothing rare, but to completely absorb his full-powered strike? Only a superior-grade talisman possessed that kind of heaven-defying durability.

Li Meng merely smiled, a picture of serene detachment, and flicked his sleeve.

*Swish.*

Dozens of gleaming golden talismans fluttered out, swirling around him in a mesmerizing dance. Each slip of paper pulsed with the profound essence of the natural world, weaving together to cloak Li Meng in a radiant, golden halo. He looked less like a cultivator and more like an enlightened sage descended from the heavens.

“After you, Fellow Daoist,” Li Meng offered, his voice smooth and unhurried.

The Blood Blade cultivator’s mouth twitched violently. *Is this guy a Talisman Master?*

The Dao Rhyme rolling off those floating papers was undeniable—every single one was a superior-grade talisman. But even for a Talisman Master, casually burning this much wealth was utterly absurd!

Realizing he couldn’t outspend this monster, the cultivator glared down at the West City District. “Rat Supreme! What are you waiting for? Deal with him!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming! Stop your howling!” a hoarse, grating voice echoed from the dark alleys below.

A black-clad figure shot into the sky, riding the wind until he hovered alongside the cultivator. As his gray Daoist robes fluttered in the storm, his true form was revealed—a Rat Demon. He was gaunt and comical, with a massive gourd strapped to his back and two oversized incisors protruding from his snout.

Rat Supreme swept his beady eyes over Li Meng and let out a sinister, chittering laugh. “Truly useless. You can’t even handle a mere early Foundation Establishment brat? You actually need this venerable one to step in?”

The Blood Blade cultivator’s face darkened. Gripping his saber tightly, he snapped, “Cut the nonsense. This bastard is loaded with treasures. Help me kill him, and we split the loot fifty-fifty!”

“Fifty-fifty?” Rat Supreme sneered, his whiskers twitching with mockery. “Do you take Rat Supreme for a fool? Seventy-thirty. I get seventy, you get thirty!”

Murderous intent flashed through the cultivator’s eyes, but he swallowed his pride. “Fine. Deal!”

He couldn’t be bothered to haggle with a beast. Now was not the time to argue over spoils. As long as the Joyous Union Sect cultivator died, the best treasures would ultimately belong to the Blood Blade Sect anyway. As for this foul-smelling rat? *Hmph. In a few days, we’ll slaughter their whole nest.*

Rat Supreme grinned, baring his yellowed teeth. “Hehehe. Watch closely. Let this venerable one show you how it’s done!”

Reaching back, the demon slapped the massive gourd. The stopper popped, and a torrential wave of sickly green poisonous mist spewed from the mouth, rolling toward Li Meng like a suffoating tidal wave that blotted out the sky.

*A poison cultivator?* Li Meng frowned slightly. With a casual flick of his wrist, the swirling talismans rustled and vanished back into his sleeves.

“A filthy Rat Demon dares to call itself ‘venerable’ in my presence?” Li Meng’s voice echoed with archaic authority. “Demon, bare your neck and face execution!”

His hands blurred into a series of intricate seals. “Golden Light Mantra Talisman, rise!”

Dazzling brilliance erupted from his core. It was as if a golden sun had suddenly ignited in the sky above Lijiang City, piercing through the gloom of the torrential rain. Bathed in this divine radiance, Li Meng looked like a descending god, radiating the boundless majesty of heaven and earth.

He thrust a palm toward the Rat Demon. Instantly, a massive, glowing palm imprint materialized out of thin air, tearing through the storm as it shot toward the beast.

The encroaching wave of green poison didn’t even manage to touch the construct. The sheer intensity of the golden light purified the toxic mist into nothingness upon contact.

“What kind of divine ability is this?!” Rat Supreme shrieked. Panic seizing his heart, he turned and fled into the distance.

But no matter how fast he flew, he couldn’t outrun the golden palm. He barely made it a mile before the towering imprint loomed over him.

In a desperate bid for survival, Rat Supreme hurled his giant gourd at the incoming attack. The artifact violently detonated the moment it struck the golden palm, unleashing billowing clouds of concentrated venom. Yet, just like before, the poison was instantly incinerated by the holy light.

The colossal palm pressed down relentlessly.

“Great Immortal, spare my life!” Rat Supreme screamed, his face twisted in absolute terror. He crossed his arms over his head, begging for mercy.

The moment the words left his mouth, the golden light washed over him. His body disintegrated into fine ash, scattering into the rainy wind as the giant palm imprint slowly faded away.

“This… what kind of talisman is that? Just who are you?!” The Blood Blade cultivator stammered, his face pale with dread. He stared in absolute disbelief at Li Meng, who was still wreathed in a faint, divine glow.

How could a mere early Foundation Establishment cultivator unleash such devastating force? This was definitely not his own power. It couldn’t be!

Li Meng chuckled lightly, a sound dripping with condescension, and flicked his sleeve once more. His deep, resonant voice echoed across the heavens.

“All dharmas are empty, yet all dharmas are real. Speak and the Law Follows. This is the Golden Light Mantra!”

The Golden Light Mantra Talisman was a relic of antiquity. It simply did not exist among the talismans of the current era, which was why so few could recognize its terrifying pedigree.

As his words faded, the golden light flared to life once more. The spiritual energy seemed to gain sentience, coalescing into glowing spiritual swords, each over ten feet long.

One. Ten. A hundred. Several hundred.

Hundreds of massive golden blades materialized, rotating clockwise behind Li Meng in concentric, interlocking sword formations.

Cold sweat streamed down the Blood Blade cultivator’s cheeks at the terrifying sight. To think an early Foundation Establishment cultivator could leverage sheer wealth—burning through ancient talismans—to manifest such overwhelming, tyrannical force!

“That isn’t your own power! I want to see how long your money can keep you alive!” The Blood Blade cultivator’s expression twisted into a feral snarl. He raised his Blood Shadow Saber high into the stormy sky. “Blood Sea Surging!”

He roared, his voice booming like thunder across the heavens. Instantly, a horrific anomaly gripped the rain-drenched West City District below.

*Ding-ling-ling.*

The bronze bells hanging beneath the eaves of the city’s buildings began to chime. The eerie ringing echoed through the streets as thick, blood-colored Baleful Qi poured from the bells. The crimson mist formed hundreds of bloody torrents, rushing upward to converge upon the Blood Blade cultivator.

His aura skyrocketed violently. His body underwent a grotesque mutation—his jet-black hair turned a vibrant, sickening crimson, and his skin flushed the color of fresh gore. He looked less like a man and more like a demonic fiend clawing its way out of hell.

“Hahaha! So strong! What absolute power!” Reveling in the endless energy surging through his veins, the Blood Blade cultivator threw his head back and laughed. He glared at the detestable Joyous Union Sect cultivator with bloodshot eyes. “Let’s see what breaks first—your deep pockets, or my sect’s Blood Fiend Spirit Devouring Array!”

Li Meng lowered his gaze to the West City District. The grand formation had been fully activated, and it was ravenously devouring the spiritual essence of every mortal trapped within its boundaries.

If this continued, all of Lijiang City would fall. In less than two hours, every living soul in the West City District would perish, their spiritual essence and blood energy sucked completely dry to feed this monster.

“Then I shall simply shatter your grand formation,” Li Meng declared, his voice cold.

He swept his sleeve forward. The hundreds of golden spiritual swords hovering behind him surged forth, transforming into a blinding torrent of blades that plummeted toward the city below.

Mid-air, the river of swords burst apart, scattering in all directions like a blooming lotus of light. The dark, rain-swept sky above the West City District was instantly illuminated by a breathtaking, golden meteor shower.

***

“What… what is that?”

Down below, crouching on the roof of a building in the West City District, Yao Ning and his two companions stared up at the battle in awe.

As mere Qi Condensation cultivators, the three of them lacked the cultivation to see the rising Baleful Qi. They only sensed a suffocating, oppressive atmosphere settling over the district. It was a deeply unsettling feeling, accompanied by the terrifying sensation that the Spiritual Power within their own bodies was rapidly draining away.

But before they could even attempt to investigate the source of the anomaly, the heavens split open. A dazzling golden meteor shower rained down, streaks of divine light tearing through the night sky to plunge into the heart of the West City District.