The Oldest Disciple: Farming Intimacy to Become Immortal

Chapter 232: Good, Evil, and the Law

“This is…”

The scene before his eyes caused the Supervisor’s pupils to contract sharply.

A Golden Buddha Dharma Form?

Towering above him was an immense, radiant figure of gold, its presence suffocating the space around the Star Observation Platform. The sheer weight of its aura pressed down on his soul.

Could it be… a Buddhist cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage?

A trace of genuine fear flashed in the Supervisor’s eyes.

“Do you know your crime?”

A vast, gentle voice rolled in from all directions, echoing not just in his ears but in his mind.

The Supervisor glanced down.

Mist had already swallowed the world beneath his feet. The Star Observation Platform, the Imperial Astronomy Bureau, the bustling streets of Lin’an—everything was gone, replaced by an endless expanse of white fog.

What exactly is happening?

The events of the last few hours made him wonder if he was trapped in a nightmare. First, the capital was shrouded in unnatural mist. Then, his subordinates—the fangshi of the Bureau—began dying inexplicably. And now, a Nascent Soul Buddhist master had descended from the heavens?

“You, as the Supervisor of the Imperial Astronomy Bureau, do not bring benefit to the people,” the Golden Buddha intoned, its voice vibrating with divine judgment. “For the Human Emperor’s personal desires, you use the common people as blood sacrifices to refine ‘Human Pills.’ This act violates human ethics and is condemned by Heaven and Earth. This evil deed is glaringly obvious. Do you know your crime?”

The Supervisor looked up at the golden giant. The initial shock began to fade, replaced by the cunning of a man who had survived decades of court intrigue.

A ferocious smile twisted his face. He pointed a trembling finger at the Dharma Idol.

“The weak are prey to the strong! That is the only truth of this world. It is so in the mortal realm, and it is so in the cultivation world. What crime have I committed?”

The Golden Buddha’s light intensified, dyeing the surrounding space in a blinding gold. Faint, ethereal Buddhist chants began to weave through the air, heavy with suppression.

“The world has its own good and evil. The world has its own laws.”

The voice remained awe-inspiring without anger, yet terrifyingly peaceful.

The Supervisor let out a cold laugh. He flicked his sleeve, the fear on his face vanishing completely.

“If you were truly a Nascent Soul cultivator, why would you need to go to the trouble of setting up a formation? Why hide your head and show only your tail? Watch me shatter your cheap illusion!”

He formed hand seals with blurring speed.

BOOM!

Emerald green spiritual light erupted from his body. A flash of green shot out from his forehead—a small, twisted section of ancient vine.

The vine expanded wildly in the air, emitting a dazzling radiance. In an instant, it transformed into hundreds of gigantic, thrashing tendrils that lashed out at the Golden Buddha.

CRACK!

Two massive vines struck the golden giant. The Dharma Idol flickered, then began to dissolve into particles of light.

“Hmph! It was an illusion!”

Seeing this, the Supervisor’s confidence soared.

“Come out!”

He slapped his storage bag. A cyan banner flew out, soaring straight into the sky.

The world changed color. Fierce winds howled, swirling around the banner and entangling with the mist to form a massive, chaotic vortex.

“All fangshi, heed my command! The Great…”

The Supervisor’s voice died in his throat.

Beneath his feet, there was no longer any solid ground. No platform. No Bureau. Only a vast, bottomless expanse of white mist.

“A self-contained small world formation?”

The Supervisor’s expression turned ugly.

To create a formation that manifested its own internal space was the mark of an Immortal-Grade array. Only a Grandmaster could set up such a thing.

“Where is he?”

He looked around frantically. The enemy dared not show themselves, which meant their actual cultivation base was likely inferior to his. Otherwise, there would be no need for such elaborate traps.

If it’s a Formation Master, there must be a guardian. But I see no one. This means he is alone.

Just then, the mist shifted.

From the depths of the white fog, golden light began to bleed through. Beams of light shot up into the “sky,” connecting to form a profound, intricate geometric pattern overhead.

“Here it comes!”

The Supervisor watched the sky with a grave expression.

The golden formation spun, condensing mana into physical form. At a speed visible to the naked eye, thousands of sharp, metallic shapes materialized.

Ten-thousand-year Golden Geng Spirit Swords.

The next instant, the sky fell.

A golden meteor shower plummeted toward him. Thousands of spirit swords converged into three massive, roaring rivers of steel, sweeping down like a judgment from the heavens.

The Supervisor roared, his hands forming a defensive seal.

The thrashing vines merged into one, forming a colossal, three-hundred-zhang shield that lashed out to meet the torrent.

BOOM!

A thunderous explosion rocked the illusion space. Two-colored spiritual light—emerald and gold—erupted in a blinding flash.

The huge vine shattered hundreds of swords, but more surged forward, an endless metallic tide. The formation in the sky fed the torrent continuously.

In less than ten breaths, the vine shield shattered with a sickening CRASH, shredded into motes of light.

The Supervisor’s face paled. The vine reverted to its original, damaged form and flew back into his forehead. It was his Life-Bound Dharma Treasure—a remnant of an ancient spirit vine. Though powerful, it couldn’t withstand this endless assault.

He switched tactics instantly.

The cyan banner in the sky dove down, transforming into a streak of light that hovered just above his head.

WHOOSH!

A tornado formed around him, creating a high-speed wind barrier. The torrent of Golden Geng Spirit Swords crashed against the wind wall, sparking and grinding in a deafening cacophony.

Li Meng, hidden in the shadows of the array, watched coldly.

[Item: Wind Controlling Banner] [Rank: High-Grade Dharma Treasure] [Description: Refined from the core and corpse of a Wind-Winged Python.]

[Item: Spirit Gathering Vine Remnant] [Rank: Middle-Grade Dharma Treasure] [Description: Refined from the remnant body of a spiritual essence.]

This guy is loaded.

A Golden Core cultivator in the mortal realm actually possessed two Dharma Treasures? Even on the mountain, many Golden Core elders only had high-grade magical artifacts. The corruption of the Imperial Astronomy Bureau clearly paid well.

“Fellow Daoist!” the Supervisor shouted over the howling wind. “Who exactly are you? I am the Supervisor of the Imperial Astronomy Bureau, protected by the Luck of a Nation! Aren’t you afraid of suffering Divine Retribution?”

His Divine Sense swept out like a radar, desperately trying to lock onto Li Meng’s position. It covered a radius of a hundred li, yet found no boundaries to this mist.

Li Meng remained silent, sneering in the dark.

Clever. Trying to bait me into speaking.

If he made a sound, or leaked even a trace of active fluctuation, the Supervisor would lock onto him instantly.

“Fellow Daoist! Why do something that injures the enemy a thousand while damaging yourself eight hundred?”

“Doesn’t Fellow Daoist think your actions are absurd?”

“If I were you, I would leave now and pretend nothing happened!”

“Can we discuss this?”

The Supervisor’s voice grew more desperate as the Grand Geng Qianyuan Sword Array intensified. The three rivers of swords hammered the wind barrier relentlessly, forcing the cyan banner to drain the Supervisor’s mana at a terrifying rate.