The Oldest Disciple: Farming Intimacy to Become Immortal

“Understood. This disciple takes his leave.”

Li Meng turned to face Xia Xi and Zhang Tianhua, his expression warm but authoritative.

“My cave dwelling is located on Moon Gaze Peak, not far from here. If you encounter any difficulties, do not hesitate to find me.”

Xia Xi and Zhang Tianhua bowed in unison, their hands cupped respectfully. “Yes, Senior Brother.”

Li Meng chuckled softly, returning the gesture. “Then I shall be off. Cultivate diligently.”

With a flick of his sleeve, he rose into the air, riding the wind straight up toward the heavens. Under the watchful gaze of the two women, he became a streak of light, plunging into the sea of clouds and vanishing in the blink of an eye.

Li Meng soared through the cluster of peaks that made up the Inner Sect territory. He wove through the mist, his movements agile and free.

I should visit Cloud Soaring Peak first.

His trip to the Western Desert had been fraught with danger, and without Martial Aunt Wen’s secret protection, things might have gone very differently. As her Junior, it was only proper that his first act upon returning be to offer his thanks.

As for the Sect Leader? There was no rush. Evening would be soon enough.

Joyous Union Sect. Inner Sect Territory. Cloud Soaring Peak.

A streak of sword-light pierced the horizon, descending rapidly toward the solitary, mist-shrouded mountain.

Li Meng halted in mid-air just outside the peak’s protective barrier. He straightened his robes and bowed formally toward the summit.

“Disciple Li Meng pays his respects to Martial Aunt Wen!”

His clear voice resonated through the heavens, echoing off the cliffs.

Several breaths of silence followed. Then, the clouds churned, parting reluctantly to reveal a narrow passageway.

Li Meng smiled and flew through.

He landed in the courtyard of a magnificent pavilion at the very peak. His feet touched the stone tiles with practiced grace, his robes settling around him like settling dust.

Cloud Soaring Peak was vast, a landscape of jade palaces and celestial towers, yet it felt empty. It seemed Martial Aunt Wen was the sole inhabitant of this gilded cage.

Li Meng glanced up at the closed window on the second floor, then walked confidently to the main entrance.

Click.

He pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Ascending the stairs, Li Meng stopped outside the familiar bedroom door. He reached out to push it open—

It didn’t budge. Locked.

A knowing smile played on his lips. Throwing a tantrum again?

He cleared his throat and bowed toward the wooden door.

“This trip to the Western Desert was successful thanks to Martial Aunt’s protection. This Martial Nephew is endlessly grateful. I have come today specifically to offer my thanks.”

“Get lost! I don’t want to see you!”

Wen Huanhuan’s voice rang out from within, cold, clear, and dripping with resentment.

“Understood. Martial Nephew takes his leave.”

Li Meng didn’t hesitate. He took two loud steps backward, spun on his heel, and marched down the hallway.

“You… You get back here!”

The voice inside shifted instantly from imperious to frantic.

Li Meng pivoted smoothly and returned to the door. “Yes, Martial Nephew has returned.”

He frowned slightly, genuinely puzzled. She sounds furious. Surely I’m not the one who angered her? Did I just walk into the line of fire?

“Where are those two vixens?”

Vixens? Two of them?

Realization dawned on Li Meng. Xia Xi and Junior Sister Zhang.

Is Martial Aunt… jealous?

The corners of his mouth curled upward. He placed his hand on the door again.

Click.

This time, the spiritual lock disengaged. He pushed the door open, stepped inside, and nudged it shut behind him with his heel.

The room was filled with her scent—an intoxicating fragrance that was uniquely hers. Li Meng inhaled deeply, letting the aroma fill his lungs.

“Hmph. Lecher.”

A cold snort came from the inner chamber.

Li Meng chuckled, quickening his pace. He swept aside the bead curtain and entered the bedroom.

There she was.

Wen Huanhuan sat cross-legged on the bed, looking as devastatingly beautiful as ever. She wore her signature red and white dress, the fabric pulling tight against the lush curves of her waist and hips.

“Stand there,” she commanded, glaring at him with icy eyes. “If you take one more step, I… I will beat you to death!”

Li Meng did not stand there.

He accelerated.

He closed the distance in a heartbeat, stopping only when his knees bumped against the edge of the bed. He sat down right beside her, invading her personal space with brazen confidence.

“I said I’d beat you to death!”

Wen Huanhuan’s eyes flashed with anger. She raised a slender, jade-like hand and swung it toward his face.

Li Meng didn’t flinch. Before the slap could land, he lunged—a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.

He caught her wrist and used his momentum to pin her soft, voluptuous body against the mattress.

“You… what are you doing?!”

Wen Huanhuan’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson. She glared at him, a mix of shyness and fury in her eyes.

Li Meng grinned shamelessly.

With practiced dexterity, his right foot kicked off his left shoe. His left foot kicked off his right.

Whoosh.

With a flick of his sleeve, the bed curtains fell, sealing them in a private world of silk and shadow.

“Martial Aunt, it has been many days. This Nephew missed you dearly. Let me hold you.”

“Lecher! How dare you?”

“Don’t be angry, Auntie. I’m right here. Hit me, scold me—I’ll take it all.”

“You… you scoundrel!”

“How am I a scoundrel? Martial Aunt… you smell incredible.”

“Don’t… don’t hug me so tight… where are you touching?!”

Thud.

Wen Huanhuan lashed out, kicking Li Meng square in the chest. He flew backward through the curtains, tumbling onto the floor in a heap.

He sprang back to his feet with a nimble kip-up, dusted himself off, and dove back through the curtains with a grin.

“Get out! You still dare to come back?”

“Martial Aunt, I promise to behave this time! Absolutely proper!”

Li Meng never spoke falsehoods… usually. But a wise man knew when to adapt to the situation.

The struggle inside the curtains continued for some time—shouts, thuds, and the rustling of silk. It took the time for an incense stick to burn before the room finally fell silent.

Inside the dim enclosure of the bed, Wen Huanhuan lay still, her face flushed and her breathing uneven.

Li Meng was wrapped around her like an octopus, his limbs heavy and possessive, refusing to let go.

Wen Huanhuan stared blankly at the canopy above.

This brat… he only knows how to bully me.

Was she too lenient? If anyone else had dared to touch her like this, she would have shattered their skull a long time ago.

“Hmph. Wait until I get the Longevity Pill,” she muttered petulantly. “Then I’ll beat you to death.”

She lowered her gaze to look at Li Meng. His face was resting near her shoulder, looking annoyingly handsome and content.

How can anyone have skin this thick?

His passion was overwhelming. It left her flustered, unable to mount a proper defense. She didn’t know how to handle his shameless persistence, so she simply… accepted it.

Suddenly, Li Meng’s eyes snapped open.

He caught her staring.

Wen Huanhuan’s body stiffened. She quickly averted her gaze, her heart skipping a beat.

Li Meng chuckled—a low, predatory sound.

He leaned up and captured her red lips in a kiss.

Wen Huanhuan’s eyes widened in shock. Instinctively, she raised her hand to strike him, but Li Meng anticipated the move. He caught her wrist mid-air, pinning it gently but firmly to the bed.

Their eyes met.

Wen Huanhuan turned her head sharply, breaking the kiss.

“You… Mmph!”

Li Meng didn’t let her escape. He chased her lips, capturing them again.

It became a game of cat and mouse—you chase, I flee. He was relentless, seeking her out every time she tried to turn away.

After several rounds of futile resistance, Wen Huanhuan finally resigned herself to her fate.

Her struggles ceased. Her face burned hotter than fire. Slowly, her eyelids fluttered shut, her long lashes trembling against her cheeks.

Seeing that his Martial Aunt had stopped running, Li Meng smiled against her lips.

He slowed down, leisurely savoring the sweet taste of victory.

Time flowed unnoticed.

The sun dipped below the horizon, and darkness swallowed the peaks. The moon rose, casting a silver glow over the world.

A streak of sword-light burst from the mists of Cloud Soaring Peak, disappearing into the night sky in the blink of an eye.

Back in the bedroom on the top floor of the pavilion.

Wen Huanhuan sat before her dressing table, staring dazedly at her reflection in the bronze mirror. Her lips were swollen, her hair a mess, and her eyes held a strange, lingering mist.