The Oldest Disciple: Farming Intimacy to Become Immortal

Chapter 205: Flood Dragon Soul and Spirit Binding Talisman

But Su Can’s desperate actions were utterly useless.

Horror washed over Su Can as he realized the terrifying truth: he was rapidly losing his mental connection with the Flood Dragon Soul.

His expression warped continuously between rage, disbelief, and sheer terror. There was only one way left to preserve his precious spirit and save his own life.

Su Can looked up, locking eyes with Mu Jiu’er standing atop the Name List Stele.

Li Meng observed this shift with casual indifference.

With a negligent flick of his sleeve, Li Meng made his move.

A dazzling, golden Talisman shot out from his cuff. Transforming into a blinding stream of golden light, it sliced through the air directly toward Su Can.

“Junior Sister Mu, I admit—”

Before the word “defeat” could even escape Su Can’s lips, the flash of golden light struck.

It hit the dead center of Su Can’s forehead with pinpoint accuracy.

Su Can’s body violently swayed once. Then, he went entirely rigid.

The Middle Grade Black Dragon Banner slipped from his paralyzed fingers, clattering uselessly onto the stone floor.

A resplendent, golden Talisman was now firmly pasted to Su Can’s forehead. His eyes instantly glazed over, vacant and empty, as if his very soul had been suppressed within his own body.

“That absolute fool!”

From a high vantage point, Su Meng watched the scene unfold, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. He cursed in a low, furious voice, his expression remarkably ugly.

Admitting defeat was indeed the only logical choice left. But to drop his guard before the words of surrender even left his mouth? How could the Su Family have birthed such an incompetent idiot?

“Wait, why isn’t Su Can moving?”

“It’s a Talisman! Look, there’s a Talisman stuck to his forehead!”

“Haha! It seems Junior Brother Li is dead set on completely destroying that Middle Grade Dharma Treasure!”

“Good! Destroy it! Those demonic path Magical Artifacts are disgusting to even look at!”

“Exactly! That bastard Su Can has used the Black Dragon Banner to cripple who knows how many Senior and Junior Brothers. It’s karma!”

The sudden turn of events on the Martial Arena sent the observing Inner and Outer Disciples into a frenzy of animated discussion.

In the eyes of many Inner Disciples, there was only pure, unadulterated pleasure. Quite a few were openly gloating.

Su Can was a notorious tyrant within the Inner Sect. Now, seeing him thoroughly dismantled by an Inner Disciple at the mere early Foundation Establishment stage… how could they miss this golden opportunity to kick a dog while it was down?

Although Su Can’s reputation was already rotten to the core, dragging it through the mud a bit more certainly wouldn’t hurt.

Standing high upon the Name List Stele, Mu Jiu’er looked down at Li Meng with intense curiosity.

She had never seen this person’s true face before. However, she had certainly heard of the peerless Alchemist from Moon Gaze Peak.

And, more importantly, she knew of the “Iron Ox” Master.

Mu Jiu’er naturally knew the Iron Ox Master from her own auction house. She simply hadn’t expected that mysterious Rogue Cultivator to join the Joyous Union Sect.

Yet, thinking about it now, it was indeed the best choice. After all, the Iron Ox Master had secured quite a few high-value treasures at the last immortal auction. Only a major power like the Joyous Union Sect could offer him the protection he needed.

But wasn’t he just an Alchemist?

How could his live combat experience be so overwhelmingly rich?

He clearly possessed only early Foundation Establishment cultivation. Yet, he had effortlessly and completely crushed Junior Brother Su, a late Foundation Establishment cultivator armed with a powerful Middle Grade Dharma Treasure.

The fight between the two hadn’t even lasted 20 breaths from start to finish. From the very first second, Junior Brother Su had been utterly suppressed. It wasn’t a duel; it was a one-sided slaughter.

At the same time, on a mountain peak not far north of the Martial Arts Peak.

A secluded pavilion sat at the summit. Inside, a man and a woman sat around a stone table.

The man was dressed entirely in black. He sipped his tea with a leisurely, contented air.

The woman wore a striking dress of intertwining white and red. Holding a jade wine pot, she was tipping her head back and drinking in large, aggressive gulps. The rich, intoxicating aroma of spirit wine permeated every inch of space on the peak.

Han Li glanced sideways at his Junior Sister. Her mood seemed volatile, to say the least.

“Junior Nephew Li possesses the Five Spirit Roots, a recognized waste physique. Cultivation was already an uphill battle for him, yet his knowledge is so vast and varied. He truly is a person of extraordinary talent!” Han Li praised.

Wen Huanhuan glared at her Senior Brother. She gulped down several more mouthfuls of wine.

A trace of heartache flashed in Han Li’s eyes. Drinking wine like this was simply an insult to the vintage. Good wine was meant to be savored, not guzzled down like common water to drown one’s frustrations.

“Fools. Absolute fools. Men are all just idiots!”

Finding the wine pot empty, Wen Huanhuan suddenly erupted in anger. A deep, intoxicating flush painted her cheeks.

With a frustrated cry, she hurled the empty jade pot into the abyss.

Han Li quickly flicked his sleeve, generating a gust of wind to catch and retrieve the pot.

Sighing, Han Li produced another full wine pot from his storage and placed it on the stone table in front of his tempestuous Junior Sister.

Wen Huanhuan snatched the pot and immediately started gulping again, her breath heavy.

Han Li looked toward the Martial Arts Peak, a heavy melancholy settling over his features.

Junior Nephew Li was actually participating in the Inner Disciple Grand Competition. As an Alchemist, Li Meng naturally had no need to fight for a Dustfall Pill.

Since it wasn’t for the pill, there was only one other reason. He was fighting for the qualification to enter Kongming Hall.

Han Li’s expression turned grave.

When he was still an Inner Disciple, he had entered Kongming Hall once. It was an extremely dangerous realm—a place of unimaginable treasure, but also of certain death.

Less than half of those who entered ever left alive. Even the safest zone, the “Minor Spirit Realm,” was far more treacherous than the infamous “Bloody Forbidden Domain.”

Back then, five fellow disciples had entered the Minor Spirit Realm with him. In the end, only two survived.

One was him. The other was Junior Brother Su Zhe of the Broken Cliff Peak lineage. Among the three whose bodies died and Daos faded, only one was a regular Inner Disciple. The other two were elite True Disciples.

Han Li glanced at his Junior Sister, who was still trying to drink away her anxiety.

What if Junior Nephew Li died in Kongming Hall? That last glimmer of hope for her would also turn to ashes.

Han Li sighed inwardly and shook his head helplessly.

The fact that Junior Nephew Li was allowed to participate in the Grand Competition proved that he had already obtained the consent of the Supreme Elder of Masked Moon Peak.

No matter what Han Li did now, he couldn’t change the final outcome.

Joyous Union Sect. Inner Disciple territory. Martial Arts Peak, Martial Arena.

The air hummed with the lingering resonance of Buddhist chants. Golden rays of holy light completely enveloped the entire Martial Arena.

The colossal golden Dharma Image held the writhing black dragon firmly in its grasp.

The dragon had already stopped struggling. Its massive body, originally formed from pure Yin Fiend mist, seemed to be shedding its skin. It was gradually taking on a brilliant layer of gold.

In less than five breaths of time, the black dragon had transformed into a majestic golden dragon.

Its dragon roars remained, but the mindless ferocity was gone, replaced by a divine majesty.

The Flood Dragon Soul lowered its massive head, its glowing eyes locking onto Li Meng below.

“Young Master… there is too much beauty in this world that this concubine has yet to see. This concubine is unwilling to enter the cycle of reincarnation just like this!”

Li Meng looked up, squinting his eyes at the golden Flood Dragon Soul before him.

The gentle female voice in his mind came from the Flood Dragon Soul’s Divine Sense transmission.

It actually hasn’t lost its intelligence yet? This greatly surprised Li Meng.

“Are you willing to become my artifact spirit?” Li Meng asked casually.

With an opulent flick of his sleeve, the Five Elements Ring whirled out. It instantly enlarged more than tenfold, spinning rapidly in the air directly above the Flood Dragon Soul.

The ring emitted a dazzling, brilliant five-colored spiritual light that rivaled the sun.

The Flood Dragon Soul looked up at the Five Elements Ring hovering above its head. “A Top Grade Magical Artifact? I fear… it probably cannot contain my essence without shattering.”

“No matter. I will seal your power,” Li Meng stated indifferently.

Li Meng formed hand seals with both hands. The towering golden Dharma Image behind him gradually dissolved into motes of light.

Freed from the giant hand, the Flood Dragon Soul did not flee. It rode the wind, hovering obediently in the air.

Li Meng’s hand seals changed rapidly.

More than ten dazzlingly golden Talismans flew out from his Sword Nurturing Gourd. Transforming into streaks of golden light, they shot toward the Flood Dragon Soul in the sky.

The dozen golden Talismans whirled in circles around the massive beast, successively attaching themselves to different pressure points along its scales. Each time a golden Talisman attached to its body, the Flood Dragon Soul’s terrifying aura diminished slightly.

These were second-grade, high-quality Spirit Binding Talismans. They were exceptionally expensive sealing Talismans.

“Go.”

Li Meng formed a final seal and let out a soft command.

The Flood Dragon Soul soared into the sky, charging straight into the center of the Five Elements Ring.

The moment it touched the artifact, the massive spirit was instantly sucked into the Five Elements Ring, merging with the treasure.

Li Meng flicked his sleeve. The Five Elements Ring swooped down from the sky, flying toward him. During its flight, it rapidly shrank, finally reducing to the size of a simple bracelet before sliding smoothly up Li Meng’s wrist and vanishing into his sleeve.