The Oldest Disciple: Farming Intimacy to Become Immortal

Chapter 228: Beat Them All to Death

“Senior is different from Junior Sister. Senior should be able to sense it, right?”

Li Meng’s gaze toward Wen Huanhuan, whom he held in his arms, grew increasingly fervent. The atmosphere in the pavilion thickened with ambiguous tension.

Faced with Li Meng’s intensifying stare, Wen Huanhuan sensed danger. If this continued, lines would be crossed—lines that shouldn’t be crossed while her Dao Companion was nearby.

Her gaze turned slightly cold. She reached out and flicked Li Meng’s forehead with a sharp thwack.

“Alright, let’s talk business!”

Business?

The fervor in Li Meng’s eyes dissipated instantly. Wen Huanhuan was his guardian, appointed by the Sect. If she wanted to discuss “business,” there were only two possibilities: she was here to take him away, or she was here to stop him from razing Lin’an City.

Feeling somewhat guilty, Li Meng reached for the wine pot on the tea table to mask his expression.

But a slender, jade-like hand pressed down on his wrist, stopping him.

Wen Huanhuan looked at him expressionlessly.

“What exactly do you want to do? Whatever it is, stop it. The Great Dao is heartless. Whether it’s cultivators or mortals, the number of those who die unjustly could fill an entire continent. Can you manage all of them? What right do you have to intervene?”

Her words were laced with suppressed anger and genuine worry.

Li Meng smiled…

“Don’t laugh! Be serious!”

The smile on Li Meng’s face vanished completely. He looked up at the full moon hanging in the night sky, his expression turning profound.

“Senior, I just want to do what I can. I seek clarity of thought—a clear conscience. This has nothing to do with good or bad, or high-minded morals. It is simply that I want to do it. Perhaps in Senior’s eyes, this is foolish, but I only seek to follow my true heart. That is all.”

A trace of resentment flashed in Wen Huanhuan’s eyes.

What a perfunctory answer.

It seemed like he said everything, yet it also seemed like he said nothing. It was the stubborn logic of a fool.

Li Meng lowered his head to look at the woman in his arms.

“I do not expect Senior to lend a hand. You don’t need to do anything. I only hope that Senior will not stop me.”

Faced with his earnest, unwavering gaze, Wen Huanhuan was left speechless.

She didn’t know what to say. If she continued to advise him against it, she had a premonition that the distance between them—which Li Meng had worked so hard to close—would widen into a chasm. She didn’t want to waste his efforts.

Wen Huanhuan let out a soft sigh. The tension left her body, and she leaned her head lightly against his shoulder.

Her clear, cold voice softened.

“Several years ago, the previous Supervisor of the State of Zhao’s Imperial Astronomy Bureau died due to a backlash from the Heavenly Dao after forcibly deducing the secrets of heaven. The previous Emperor followed suit, dying suddenly the very next day. The current Supervisor is the first disciple of the previous one. His cultivation is at the early Golden Core stage.”

She paused, ensuring he was listening closely.

“Although he is considered a ‘showy pillow’—weak and unstable—in the eyes of cultivators of the same rank, he is, after all, a Golden Core cultivator. Do not underestimate him. I know you possess methods to fight opponents beyond your realm, but arrogance kills.”

Li Meng nodded slowly, absorbing the intel.

“Furthermore,” Wen Huanhuan continued, “if your conjecture is correct, then the people you want to kill truly deserve to die. Those who steal the Human Emperor’s Luck cannot attain longevity; this is the iron rule set by Buzhou Mountain. Remember to bring a Recording Sphere. As long as you have evidence, no one in the cultivation world will gossip, no matter how big a scene you cause.”

She looked up at him, her expression serious.

“Senior Brother Han and I will not take action. We can only ensure you don’t die. We cannot bear this great karmic cause ourselves.”

Li Meng reached out and gently stroked her waist-length black hair. Perhaps he had initially approached her with a purpose, but the woman in his arms was undoubtedly worthy of his affection.

“Senior, that is enough. Thank you!”

Wen Huanhuan’s eyebrows raised slightly.

“You’re thanking me?”

Her voice carried a trace of sharp displeasure.

Li Meng’s expression froze. Then he realized his mistake. He had capsized the boat in the gutter. Thanking her implied distance; it implied a transaction rather than a relationship.

Indeed, when you walk the rivers and lakes, you’re bound to get cut.

Li Meng hurriedly tightened his embrace.

“Senior, I was wrong!”

Hearing his honest, panicked admission of fault, a faint smile appeared at the corner of Wen Huanhuan’s mouth.

You brat, at least you know what’s good for you.

“Senior, can you stay tonight?”

Listening to his gentle voice whispering in her ear, a trace of shyness flashed in Wen Huanhuan’s eyes.

This brat still has wicked intentions.

“No!”

Li Meng wasn’t disappointed. He just smiled roguishly. “Is that so? Then let’s hug a little longer.”

“Hmph. I haven’t left yet.”

“I’m just afraid Senior might suddenly say you’re leaving.”

“My Dao Companion is nearby. Aren’t you afraid Senior Brother Han might slap you to death with one palm?”

“Hehe. As the saying goes, ‘To die under the peony flower, even as a ghost, one is romantic.’ If I really get slapped to death by Senior Brother Han, I will accept it.”

“Hmph. You really are a lecher.”

“Senior, you wrong me!”

“Wronging you? Considering the things you’ve done to me, calling you a lecher is an understatement. Calling you a lewd thief wouldn’t be excessive.”

“This… Senior, that’s going too far.”

“Hmph!”

The two of them chatted back and forth in the pavilion, their voices low and intimate. Wen Huanhuan’s tone fluctuated between shy annoyance, feigned anger, and helpless affection.

Until deep into the night.

Eventually, the pavilion quieted down.

“I’m leaving!”

Senior Wen came suddenly and left just as suddenly. Before Li Meng could say another word, she soared away on a beam of water-blue spiritual light, disappearing into the night sky in the blink of an eye.

[System Notification: Target ‘Wen Huanhuan’ Affection +10] [Sub-profession Experience +50]

Standing in the pavilion, Li Meng looked up at the empty sky.

“She really is a woman whose words don’t match her heart.”

He smiled and left the pavilion leisurely. Still, her Affection was difficult to farm. After all this time, it was only at 60 points—far from the maximum.

Li Meng’s Room

Click.

Li Meng pushed the door open and entered, tiptoeing toward the bed in the darkness.

Just as he reached for the bed curtain, a small figure darted out.

“Yah!”

Qi Wei leaped up, pouncing into his arms and hanging from his neck like a koala.

“Senior Brother! Who is she?”

She pouted, her little eyes filled with displeasure.

She had seen it. From the window, she saw him intimately chatting with some woman in the courtyard pavilion. It was too far to see clearly, and when she tried to use her Divine Sense, she was blocked by a powerful barrier. That meant the woman’s cultivation was far higher than hers.

Li Meng chuckled, hugging his jealous little Junior Sister.

“Junior Sister, you should know her.”

“Who?”

“It’s Senior Wen from Cloud Soaring Peak.”

“Her?” Qi Wei blinked. “Why is she here?”

“She and Senior Han have been on the ship all along.”

“Oh! I see.”

Qi Wei’s face showed understanding. So, Wen Huanhuan and Han Li were their secret guardians.

“Senior Brother, that’s great! Now we don’t have to fear any Golden Core Supervisor!”

“Senior Han and Senior Wen will not take action,” Li Meng corrected gently.

“What? Then what are they following for?”

Qi Wei pursed her lips, disappointed.

Li Meng carried her to the bed and lay down, tucking her against his chest.

“This is something I must do myself. It has nothing to do with them.”

Qi Wei lay somewhat sullenly on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

She clenched her small fists. She must become stronger quickly. In the future, if Senior Brother encountered powerful enemies, she wouldn’t hesitate or stand by idly.

As long as they were enemies, she would beat them all to death.