The Oldest Disciple: Farming Intimacy to Become Immortal

Chapter 208: Can’t Use the Black Sword?

“Senior Sister Mu, I admit defeat!”

The moment those words echoed across the peak, the entire arena erupted into an uproar.

“What? Su Meng is admitting defeat just like that?” “A cultivator at the peak of Foundation Establishment Grand Perfection actually surrendering to an early-stage Foundation Establishment Junior? This is a complete joke!” “The Magical Artifact forged by Master Iron Ox is truly beyond compare. The next time I take a Sect mission, I need to hunt down some high-grade forging materials.” “Wait, isn’t Junior Brother Li an Alchemist? Since when are Alchemists this terrifying in a fight? What is going on?” “So what if he’s an Alchemist? Don’t forget, Junior Brother Li is also a Talisman Master.”

As the shocked whispers of the crowd washed over the arena, Su Meng’s expression darkened, his jaw tightening in humiliation.

Li Meng, hovering effortlessly on the wind, arched an eyebrow. Surprising. He had planned to whittle down Su Meng’s Spiritual Energy bit by bit before looking for a fatal opening. Su Meng was at Foundation Establishment Grand Perfection, after all. Even hiding behind a Spiritual Energy shield, he could have held out for quite a while. Taking him down wouldn’t have been easy. It would have cost Li Meng significant time and effort. He hadn’t expected the man to swallow his pride and voluntarily concede.

Li Meng flicked his sleeve. The colossal fire dragon instantly dissolved, its roaring flames condensing back into the Five Elements Ring. In the blink of an eye, the Top Grade artifact streaked through the sky and vanished back into Li Meng’s sleeve.

Su Meng shot Li Meng a cold glare, a trace of sneering mockery flashing in his eyes. So what if he is a Talisman Master? So what if he wields a Top Grade Magical Artifact? Once we enter Kongming Hall, slaughtering him will be as effortless as butchering a chicken. Without another word, Su Meng rode the wind and vanished from the Martial Arena.

Above the stage, Mu Jiu’er’s voice rang out from the Name List Stele. “Moon Gaze Peak, Li Meng, wins two matches!”

Li Meng didn’t leave the sky. Although he had fought two intense matches back-to-back, his Spiritual Energy reserves were barely dented. He still had about 70% of his Spiritual Energy remaining. He swept his indifferent gaze over the sea of Inner and Outer Disciples gathered below, then glanced toward the Name List Stele.

“Is Junior Brother Li seriously going for three matches in a row to advance?” “Even Su Meng lost. Who else could possibly stand up to Junior Brother Li now?” “What do you mean ‘who else’? Look over there!” “Is that… is that Xiao Se?” “Why is Xiao Se here? I thought he went into Secluded Cultivation to form his Golden Core?” “Did he fail his breakthrough?” “Impossible. Junior Brother Xiao has only been in Secluded Cultivation for five years. He must have paused his cultivation to enter Kongming Hall and seek a Fated Chance. He needs something to increase his odds of success!”

On a distant mountain peak stood a solitary figure. Dressed in a flowing green robe, his hair bound in an elegant jade crown, his handsome face was a mask of absolute calm as he watched Li Meng hovering above the arena.

“Junior Brother Li, allow me to join you for the third match!” A hearty voice suddenly boomed across the sky.

An Inner Disciple rode the wind into the Martial Arena, landing gracefully before cupping his hands in a respectful salute toward the sky.

Li Meng descended, his robes fluttering, and returned the salute with a polite smile. “Senior Brother, please.”

“Junior Brother, please.”

The two men straightened their backs, their eyes locking as the tension built. They waited for the other to make a move. One breath passed. Two breaths. Three. Five.

At the tenth breath, the Inner Disciple suddenly broke the tension with a wry smile. He cupped his hands and bowed deeply. “Junior Brother’s techniques have reached divine levels. This Senior Brother willingly admits defeat!”

Li Meng beamed, his eyes crinkling in amusement at the man’s tact. He returned the salute. “Then I thank Senior Brother for his concession!”

The Inner Disciple chuckled, turned on his heel, and rode the wind away from the arena.

“Are you kidding me? That works?” “Tch, that guy really knows how to seize an opportunity!” “Is that even allowed?” “Why wouldn’t it be? Voluntary surrenders happen all the time.” “Exactly. If you know you’re going to lose, what’s wrong with doing a low-effort favor to gain some goodwill?”

Beside the Name List Stele, Mu Jiu’er pursed her lips into a knowing smile. This outcome was entirely within reason. Junior Brother Li had just casually crushed both Su Can and Su Meng. In the entire Inner Sect, there were scarcely any disciples capable of defeating those two. Walking onto the stage to offer a free win was a smart investment—it cost nothing and earned the favor of a rising powerhouse.

“Moon Gaze Peak, Li Meng, wins three matches and advances to the next round!” Mu Jiu’er’s voice echoed with finality.

Li Meng cupped his hands toward Senior Sister Mu on the stele, then rode the wind back to the spectator area.

“Senior Brother, you were amazing!” the moment his feet touched the ground, his little Junior Sister rushed forward, happily wrapping her arms around his wrist.

Li Meng chuckled, affectionately ruffling her hair. “Junior Sister, it’s your turn next.”

Qi Wei pouted, her cheeks puffing out as she shook his arm coquettishly. “Senior Brother, Master strictly forbade me from using the Black Sword. What do I do?”

The Ancestor wouldn’t let her use the Black Sword? A flash of confusion crossed Li Meng’s eyes. The Ancestor had specifically ordered him to forge that Lifebound Flying Sword so Qi Wei could secure a spot in the top five of this Grand Competition. Why strip her of it at the final hour? Without the Black Sword, his Junior Sister had absolutely no chance of ranking in the top five.

Gazing down at her expectant eyes, Li Meng felt a dull headache forming. How was he supposed to get her into the top five now?

He looked toward the Martial Arena. The next match had already begun, the two combatants trading techniques and summoning Magical Artifacts. An idea sparked in Li Meng’s mind, and a sly smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

The vast majority of disciples were only participating for a chance at the Dustfall Pill.

Li Meng lowered his head and used his Divine Sense to transmit a secret message directly into Qi Wei’s mind.

Qi Wei’s eyes lit up instantly. She looked up at him with eager, longing eyes. “Senior Brother, will that really work?”

Li Meng chuckled, stroking his chin. “Don’t worry. It will definitely work.”

The surrounding female disciples watched the two whisper, burning with curiosity.

Qi Wei’s eyes curved into happy little crescents. “Mm! It will definitely work!”

Li Meng laughed and ruffled her hair again. Looking back at the arena, a trace of melancholy flickered in Qi Wei’s eyes. I’m making Senior Brother spend his money again. He treated her so well. She desperately wanted to do something for him in return, but she was painfully aware of one frustrating fact: she couldn’t do anything at all.

Qi Wei was in no rush to jump down. The Inner Sect Grand Competition wouldn’t be settled in a single day; just the first round would take several.

Li Meng casually glanced at Junior Sister Xia. Feeling guilty for sneaking out of Masked Moon Peak, Xia Qian quickly hid behind Zhang Tianhua. Luckily, Li Meng didn’t say a word, merely withdrawing his gaze. Xia Qian breathed a sigh of relief.

“Senior Brother, I’m going up now!” Seeing an opening on the Martial Arena, Qi Wei giggled. She rode the wind, her tiny figure floating toward the center stage.

“Who is that little girl?” someone in the crowd muttered. “What little girl? That’s Masked Moon Peak’s True Disciple, Junior Sister Qi Wei!” a more knowledgeable disciple corrected.

Cultivators never judged by appearances. Although Qi Wei looked like a mortal nine-year-old, no one foolishly believed she was just a child.

Landing softly, Qi Wei glanced at the Name List Stele, then swept her large eyes over the watching crowd. “What are you all waiting for? Hurry up and get on stage!”

Her high-pitched, childish voice echoed across the arena.

Many disciples with their names on the stele wore deeply conflicted expressions. Qi Wei was only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment. Beating her would be a free win, but taking advantage of such a mismatch felt incredibly embarrassing.

“Junior Sister, then this Senior Brother won’t stand on ceremony!” A ranked Inner Disciple rode the wind into the arena. He cupped his hands toward Qi Wei, an awkward, apologetic smile plastered on his face.