The Oldest Disciple: Farming Intimacy to Become Immortal

Chapter 177: Meeting the Sect Leader Senior at Moon Greeting Peak

Emotions flickered across her exquisite features like clouds drifting over a moonlit lake. There was shame, annoyance, a touch of helplessness, and a lingering, hazy confusion. Her dress, cut slightly tighter than usual, perfectly traced the lush, alluring curve of her waist. From any angle, she was a masterpiece of devastating beauty.

Suddenly, the storm of conflicting emotions on Wen Huanhuan’s face vanished. A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. She raised a slender, jade-like finger, tracing the swollen contours of her red lips.

“Hmph. He kissed them until they were swollen,” she murmured, her voice a mix of venom and honey. “Sooner or later, I’m going to beat that scoundrel to death.”

Joyous Union Sect. Inner Sect Territory. Moon Greeting Peak.

A streak of sword light tore through the horizon, approaching with breathtaking speed. Before the visitor even arrived, the protective mist swirling around the peak churned and parted, spontaneously opening a passageway of its own accord. The sword light plunged into the gap without hesitation.

Night fell, blanketing the peak in silence.

In a secluded room on the upper floor of the pavilion, nestled amidst a sea of spirit flowers, the atmosphere was heavy with intoxication.

The bed curtains swayed rhythmically.

“You have a death wish,” a lazy, sultry voice drifted from behind the silk screens. It was Li Qiushui, though her tone trembled slightly. “Daring to covet even a Heaven-reaching Spirit Treasure!”

“This Junior Nephew didn’t want to cause trouble,” Li Meng’s voice replied, calm and unrepentant. “But when a heavenly blessing descends right in front of me, how could I turn a blind eye?”

“If… if the two Seniors hadn’t been there, this ‘Fated Chance’ would have cost you your life!”

“Sect Leader Senior, there is no need to worry. This Junior Nephew will be more careful in the future.”

“Hmph. You little scoundrel. Who is worried about you?”

“Sect Leader Senior, this Junior Nephew has lived quite a few years. Shouldn’t you call me an old scoundrel?”

“With your meager age? In the eyes of a Golden Core cultivator, you are nothing but an infant in swaddling clothes.”

“Hehe. Sect Leader Senior… you smell incredible.”

“Hmph! How many women have you whispered that to?”

The curtains swayed more violently. The shadows of two figures merged and shifted against the fabric, dancing in the dim light. Their whispers echoed in the room, lingering for a long, long time, until the deep silence of the night finally reclaimed the peak.

The next morning.

Swish.

The bed curtains were abruptly pulled back.

Li Qiushui stepped out of the bed, not wearing a single stitch of clothing. Her skin was as fair as flawless jade, her figure plump and delicate, forming a silhouette of breathtaking curvature against the morning light. She casually hooked the curtain back before standing by the bedside to dress.

On the bed, Li Meng sat cross-legged, his eyes wide open. A lazy smile played on his lips as he shamelessly admired the magnificent view of the Sect Leader Senior getting dressed.

Li Qiushui sensed his burning gaze. Her cheeks flushed a lovely shade of crimson as she brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear. She shot him a look—charming, wet with lingering emotion, and teasingly dangerous.

Li Meng grinned, his eyes growing hotter.

“Sect Leader Senior, be careful. If you keep playing with fire, you might get burned. And if that fire really ignites… you won’t be stepping off Moon Greeting Peak today.”

Li Qiushui let out a soft, graceful laugh. She turned, swaying her slender waist with exaggerated elegance as she walked to the vanity table. Sitting down, she left Li Meng with only the view of her luscious back.

“Junior Nephew Li,” she said, her tone shifting to something more serious. “You possess the Five Spirit Roots—a waste physique. Cultivation is a rugged path for you. You must not drown yourself in the romantic affairs of men and women. Cultivate diligently. Only if you form your Golden Core will there be any hope for the Great Dao. If you cannot cross that natural chasm… everything else is just illusion and smoke.”

Li Meng slid off the bed, picking up his robes and dressing with unhurried, casual grace.

“This Junior Nephew accepts the lesson. I will cultivate with all my heart.”

Watching him through the bronze mirror, a trace of melancholy flashed in Li Qiushui’s eyes.

He is too interested in these things, she thought. If he were cultivating the Path of Emotions, perhaps he could use this desire to temper his Dao Heart. But he simply enjoys the carnal pleasure. If he indulges too deeply, his cultivation will stagnate.

And if his cultivation did not improve… when would their transaction ever be completed?

It wasn’t until the sun was high in the sky that Li Meng finally descended from Moon Greeting Peak.

Joyous Union Sect. Inner Sect Territory. Moon Gaze Peak.

A golden streak of light pierced the sky, rushing toward the mountain. Before the sword light even touched the perimeter, the clouds parted in welcome.

Li Meng descended into the courtyard in front of the pavilion, his boots touching the stone tiles softly.

Creak.

The pavilion door flew open. Yao Ning rushed out, her face etched with anxiety.

“Senior Brother! You’re finally back!”

Seeing him land, she practically threw herself at him. A fragrant breeze washed over him as she grabbed his hand, dragging him toward the building.

“It’s Senior Sister Leng! Something’s happened!”

Li Meng’s brows knit together. He immediately expanded his Divine Sense, sweeping the upper floor of the pavilion. A moment later, he shook his head with a bitter smile.

Senior Sister Leng is too impatient.

Treating Grandmaster Leng’s condition was a marathon, not a sprint. It required peeling away the damage to her Sea of Consciousness layer by layer, like unraveling silk from a cocoon. Using brute force would only cause the energy to backlash, harming both the healer and the patient.

“Junior Sister, don’t panic. It’s fine.”

Li Meng gently patted Yao Ning’s slender, jade-like hand resting on his arm.

Yao Ning froze, realizing her forwardness. Her cheeks flushed pink, and she quickly snatched her hand back.

They hurried upstairs. Pushing open the door, they entered the room.

Li Meng glanced first at the wooden bathtub. Grandmaster Leng sat inside, immersed in medicinal fluid. Her condition was stable; her soul was secure and unharmed. It was indeed a case of backlash.

He turned his gaze to the bed.

Leng Yixue lay there, pale and unconscious. Her aura was chaotic, her mental energy frayed and leaking.

Li Meng sat on the edge of the bed, taking her wrist to check her pulse. After a brief examination, he looked up at Yao Ning, his expression relaxed.

“It’s nothing life-threatening. Just some damage to her mind. After I treat her, she’ll wake up.” He paused, looking at Yao Ning with a faint smirk. “Junior Sister, have you been staying at Moon Gaze Peak this whole time?”

Yao Ning had moved to the bathtub, pretending to inspect Grandmaster Leng’s condition.

“Senior Brother wasn’t here, so why would I come?”

As soon as the words left her mouth, her face turned a deep, burning red.

“Senior Brother, I… I mean…” She stole a shy, panicked glance at him.

Li Meng chuckled, stroking his chin. “Of course, Senior Brother understands. Since I wasn’t here, there was no one to ‘help’ Junior Sister with her cultivation. Naturally, coming here would be meaningless.”

The shyness on Yao Ning’s face evaporated instantly. She shot him a frosty glare.

Senior Brother, you big idiot!

“I’m going to cultivate!”

She channeled her spiritual power and flew straight out the window. Snap. The window slammed shut behind her with emphatic force.

Li Meng shook his head, smiling, before turning his attention back to Leng Yixue. His smile faded, replaced by a thoughtful frown.

“Strange. What kind of pill did Senior Sister take to accumulate so much Pill Poison in her body?”

The toxin wasn’t just stubborn; it was actively eroding her Sea of Consciousness. It was clearly a poison pill disguised as medicine.

“I’ll ask her when she wakes.”

He helped Leng Yixue sit up, then climbed onto the bed behind her, sitting cross-legged. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her warm, soft, and plump body against his chest.

With a flick of his wrist, a Second-Grade Flawless Spirit Tempering Pill appeared. He placed it gently between her lips.

Hum.

Five-colored spiritual light erupted from Li Meng’s body. He channeled his Water and Fire spiritual power, guiding it carefully into her meridians to dissolve the pill and refine the medicinal efficacy.

Outside in the courtyard, Yao Ning looked up at the flashing lights in the upper window. The spiritual fluctuations were intense.

He’s treating her, she thought, biting her lip.

The next day, the sun hung high overhead.

A sword light traversed the Inner Sect territory, heading straight for the mountain range. Zhao Kuo stood atop his flying sword, soaring straight up through the cloud layer before diving toward his destination.

Moon Gaze Peak.

He halted his sword in mid-air outside the protective array, cupping his hands respectfully toward the mist-shrouded peak.

“Disciple Zhao Kuo, here to pay respects to the mountain!”

His voice, amplified by spiritual power, echoed clearly between heaven and earth.

In the courtyard, Yao Ning was mid-practice. She stepped forward, her aura surging violently, preparing to unleash a punch. But the moment Zhao Kuo’s voice rang out, her focus shattered. The building momentum vanished instantly, leaving her stumbling awkwardly.

She stiffened, exhaling a breath of turbid air. She glared toward the sect entrance.

That man again.

The one claiming to be Grandmaster Leng’s Dao Companion.

Yao Ning turned toward the upper window. “Senior Brother, should we let him in?”

“Wait a moment,” Li Meng’s calm voice drifted down.

Yao Ning snorted and resumed her stance training.

Upstairs.

“How do you feel?”

On the bed, Leng Yixue leaned weakly back against Li Meng’s broad chest. Her face was still deathly pale, devoid of blood. She was awake, but her body felt like cotton.

“I… what happened to me?”

She felt entirely drained. Her soul throbbed as if it had been bludgeoned, and her Sea of Consciousness was a turbulent mess. She rested her head on his shoulder, her vision blurry, only able to see the side of his face.

“Senior Sister, did you take some kind of pill recently?”

Leng Yixue’s delicate brows furrowed. “Is… is it a problem with the pill?” Her voice trembled with fear and confusion.

“It was likely a waste pill refined with Soul-Devouring Grass as the main ingredient,” Li Meng explained, his tone clinical but his hold on her gentle. “When first ingested, it creates a raging storm in the Sea of Consciousness, giving the illusion that one’s soul power has surged. But soon after, the violent energy tears the mind apart.”

Leng Yixue bit her lip, her face turning even whiter.

“I… I’m sorry. I was too impatient.”

Li Meng reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead. “It doesn’t matter, as long as you’re safe. Senior Brother Zhao is outside. He seems to have urgent business. Do you want to see him?”

Leng Yixue’s hand shot out, gripping Li Meng’s sleeve tightly. Her knuckles turned white.

“I… I don’t want to see him. Junior Brother, please… tell Senior Brother Zhao I will find him in a few days.”

“Alright.”

Li Meng looked toward the window.

Outside the peak, Zhao Kuo was waiting with a confident expression when a voice suddenly projected into his ears.

He froze, taken aback.

He cupped his hands toward the peak once more, bowing deeply. “Junior Brother, my apologies for disturbing you!”

Zhao Kuo turned his sword around and flew away. As Moon Gaze Peak shrank in the distance, the polite mask on his face shattered, replaced by a dark, grim scowl.

“Damn it. How did Junior Brother Li come back so soon?”

His expression twisted with frustration. He had planned to take Senior Sister Leng and the Master’s Wife away before Li Meng returned. But that woman guarding the peak—Yao Ning—had been an immovable wall. She was impervious to oil and salt, refusing to let him pass. She had told him to get permission from Senior Ruoshui at Masked Moon Peak first.

Go to Masked Moon Peak? He didn’t have the guts.

He had hoped that if he visited enough times, Yao Ning would get annoyed and let him through. But she was stubborn beyond belief.

Now Li Meng was back. His plan was completely ruined.