The Oldest Disciple: Farming Intimacy to Become Immortal

Chapter 189: The Two on Broken Cliff Peak

“Senior Brother, Senior Brother!”

Just then, a clear, crisp voice rang out.

The familiar call drifted in from afar, growing closer by the second.

A warm smile touched Li Meng’s face.

He looked toward the approaching figure, beaming as she descended on her flying sword.

It was Yuan Baobao, arriving via Sword Riding.

“Senior Brother, what a coincidence!”

Yuan Baobao’s cheeks were flushed with a rosy hue.

She blinked her bright eyes up at him, radiating pure joy.

Li Meng chuckled and opened his arms wide.

Glancing around with feigned shyness, Yuan Baobao didn’t hesitate for long.

She launched herself forward, practically diving into his embrace.

Li Meng caught her, wrapping his arms tightly around her warm, soft curves.

He buried his face in her jet-black, silky hair, inhaling her sweet scent.

“Junior Sister, I’ve missed you to death.”

Yuan Baobao’s eyes curved into happy little crescents.

She burrowed deeper into his chest, melting against him.

So what if someone saw them? Let them stare.

She didn’t care in the slightest.

“I missed you too, Senior Brother!”

Still, the open skies above the peaks weren’t exactly a place for a prolonged romantic reunion.

Li Meng had no desire to become the main attraction for passing onlookers.

Slowly, he released her delicate form.

“Let’s go, Junior Sister. I’ll take you to Mirror Lake for some fun!”

“Mhm, okay!”

Shoulder to shoulder, the two rode the winds and soared into the distance.

“Senior Brother, it was so lively over there just now. What happened?”

As they glided between the mountain peaks, Yuan Baobao finally asked the question on her mind.

On her way here, she had noticed a swarm of Inner and Outer Disciples flying away from this direction, gossiping excitedly.

Li Meng just stroked his chin and chuckled casually.

“It was nothing. Just a vicious dog barking wildly. He’s already been beaten and driven away.”

“A vicious dog?”

Yuan Baobao tilted her head, her face full of curiosity.

“What did this dog look like, Senior Brother?”

Li Meng’s lips curled cynically. “Like a dog wearing a man’s skin.”

Yuan Baobao froze for a split second.

Then, realization dawned in her eyes.

Covering her mouth, she giggled into her palm.

Her Senior Brother’s sarcastic, mocking tone was just too amusing.

“Senior Brother, I… do I look good?”

Her cheeks flushed a deeper crimson.

She looked up at him with eager, expectant eyes.

With a graceful twirl, she spun her alluring figure around in a slow circle.

Having officially become an Inner Disciple, Yuan Baobao had shed her old robes for a stunning purple rainbow dress.

Combined with the effects of the Ageless Pill she had consumed, her immortal bearing was even more breathtaking than before.

Li Meng’s eyes swept over her from head to toe.

Yuan Baobao had always possessed a pure, innocent kind of beauty.

But now, wrapped in that elegant purple dress, she possessed a new, intoxicating allure.

The fabric clung perfectly to her form, faintly outlining the luscious curves of her waist.

From every angle, it was an absolute feast for the eyes.

Li Meng nodded, a wide, appreciative smile spreading across his face.

“Beautiful. Breathtakingly beautiful. You look like a fairy maiden stepping straight out of a mural… making a man unable to resist, hehe.”

Seeing the slightly lecherous glint in his eyes, Yuan Baobao pursed her lips into a teasing smile.

She batted her eyelashes at him.

“Senior Brother, come to my cave abode tonight!”

A trace of genuine shyness flickered in her eyes.

To cultivators, a separation of a single year was but a snap of the fingers.

Yet at this moment, she craved nothing more than to be alone behind closed doors with him.

Li Meng chuckled warmly, stroking an imaginary beard like a wise sage.

“Excellent, excellent!”

Yuan Baobao turned her head away, her face burning.

Mirror Lake was a beautiful spot, but now she was slightly worried her Senior Brother might get impatient and drag her straight back to her cave abode, making her miss their date on the lake.

Joyous Union Sect.

Inner Disciple territory.

Broken Cliff Peak.

The peak was a monolith, surrounded on all sides by sheer, vertical cliffs.

Its precipitous drops made it resemble a giant stone pillar thrusting violently into the clouds.

At the very edge of the summit stood a solitary pavilion.

On the upper viewing platform, a tea table had been set.

Two figures sat in the chilling mountain breeze.

“Master, although this disciple’s probe failed, the rumors are likely true.”

Su Zhe lifted his teacup and took a slow sip.

The man sitting opposite him wore a simple gray robe.

Yet the aura he exuded was as heavy and immovable as a towering mountain range.

The gray-robed man set his cup down without a sound.

His cold gaze drifted over the sprawling landscape of the Joyous Union Sect.

“The offerings from the east have decreased by 40%. It seems those people are growing dissatisfied with us.”

The man’s voice was utterly indifferent, carrying the chill of the abyss.

A flash of mockery appeared in Su Zhe’s eyes.

“We can hardly be blamed for that. It was those fools who were too useless and slipped up, showing their hand. Fortunately, they infiltrated the Joyous Union Sect through the once-a-decade Sect Trials, so the trail dies with them. Nothing can be linked back to us.”

The gray-robed man glanced at Su Zhe, his expression unchanging.

“Pass that person’s information to them.”

Confusion flickered across Su Zhe’s face.

“Master, Disciple-Nephew Li is a waste who possesses the trash-tier Five Spirit Roots. He has absolutely no hope of forming a Golden Core. Even if he has some innate talent for the path of alchemy, how big of a threat could he really be? Even if we do nothing, his lifespan will run out in a hundred years, and his Dao will dissipate.”

The older man unhurriedly picked up the teapot, pouring himself another steaming cup.

His apathetic voice echoed across the high platform.

“The Sect has already granted him the authority to refine breakthrough pills. With a mere early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation base, he can consistently refine superior-grade Rank 3 pills. If this junior is allowed to live another hundred years, he will completely alter the balance of power among the five great Sects in the State of Zhao. Naturally, those people from the State of Yue are growing anxious and cannot sit still.”

A thoughtful look crossed Su Zhe’s face as the gravity of the situation sank in.

The spiritual plants required to refine such breakthrough pills were notoriously rare.

But the Joyous Union Sect had struck gold with the upcoming opening of the Kongming Hall.

The resources within Kongming Hall were on a completely different level compared to lesser trial grounds like the Bloody Forbidden Domain.

If the Joyous Union Sect could seize this opportunity to harvest a massive haul of those rare spiritual plants…

Then even if Li Meng never formed a Golden Core, he would still leave behind an earth-shattering legacy for the Sect.

If the Outer Disciples of the Joyous Union Sect could easily obtain medium and superior-grade Foundation Pills…

If the Inner Disciples could easily secure medium and superior-grade Dustfall Pills…

The sheer number of Inner Disciples and Golden Core experts the Sect could produce would skyrocket in a few short centuries.

In less than five hundred years, the Joyous Union Sect would undoubtedly become the absolute hegemon of the State of Zhao.

Realizing this, a cruel, playful smile tugged at Su Zhe’s lips.

“Master, should we leak this news to the other four great Sects of the State of Zhao?”

The five great Sects of Zhao were technically allied.

But internally, they were vicious competitors, constantly vying for resources and territory.

If the other four Sects learned that the Joyous Union Sect possessed an Alchemist with such heaven-defying talent, they would never sit back and let Li Meng grow.

The gray-robed man flicked his sleeve casually.

The teapot rose into the air, riding the wind, and poured a fresh cup for Su Zhe.

“Now is not the time. The more moves we make, the higher the risk of exposure. We will wait calmly and observe the changes.”

“Yes, Master.”

Su Zhe raised his cup and took another sip.

His eyes narrowed into slits as he watched the tea leaves swirl in the hot water.

Joyous Union Sect.

Inner Disciple territory.

Mirror Lake.

Along the picturesque lakeshore stood a dense cluster of pavilions and towers.

This was the vibrant hub of the Mirror Lake Market.

With the sun hanging high in the azure sky, the market was bustling with a deafening cacophony of voices.

Some Inner and Outer Disciples gathered inside the pavilions, drinking wine and discussing the Dao.

Others lined the roadside, setting up temporary stalls and loudly hawking their wares.

The items on display were an eclectic mix.

There were mundane mortal trinkets mixed in with genuine spiritual treasures from the cultivation world.

“Senior Brother, Senior Brother, look at this! It’s so pretty!”

Yuan Baobao eagerly tugged Li Meng by the sleeve, pulling him toward one of the stalls.

The owner was an Inner Disciple.

His figure was… on the rounder side.

The wares spread across his mat were varied, ranging from talisman paper to peculiar ores.

But Yuan Baobao’s eyes were fixed on a wooden toad carving.

The craftsmanship was exquisite.

From a distance, it looked exactly like a living spirit beast.

Li Meng casually glanced down at the carved toad his Junior Sister was pointing at.