The Oldest Disciple: Farming Intimacy to Become Immortal

Chapter 235: This Is Impossible!

Although the number of Shadow Guards was not large—only a few dozen—they were all cultivators trained in the ruthless arts of the Imperial Court. How could they all vanish overnight without a sound?

The man in the red robe stumbled out of the palace gates, his face deathly pale. He ran with a desperate, staggering gait, looking nothing like an Emperor and everything like a frightened animal.

Inside the palace tower, Qi Wei glanced at the main gate through a window. She watched the fleeing figure with disinterest.

She did not chase him. Where could he possibly run to? He was merely a Peak Qi Condensation cultivator. In the grand scheme of things, she could crush two of him with a single finger.

“When will Senior Brother finish over there?”

Qi Wei climbed onto the large, silk-draped bed. She sat down, her small legs swinging back and forth over the edge. Compared to the fleeing Emperor, she cared infinitely more about the situation on Senior Brother’s side.

The enemy Senior Brother was dealing with was a Golden Core cultivator. That was a realm of power she couldn’t yet touch—an existence that could level mountains.

Lin’an City, Rooftop of a Restaurant

“Junior Sister, you should be reassured now, right?”

Han Li glanced at the woman beside him, a flash of genuine amazement passing through his eyes.

“Nephew Li… with his early Foundation Establishment cultivation, he has suppressed an early Golden Core cultivator. Looking across the entire Tianlan Continent, such a feat probably hasn’t appeared in ten thousand years.”

Although Li Meng used a formation to trap the enemy, the formation was set up by Li Meng himself. In the cultivation world, tools and preparation were as much a part of one’s strength as raw power.

Wen Huanhuan gazed deeply in the direction of the Imperial Astronomy Bureau, which was now completely swallowed by an unnatural, roiling mist.

“Before the outcome appears, it’s still too early to say such things.”

Although her mouth spoke words of caution, a faint, proud smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

That brat… he really does have some skill.

State of Zhao, Imperial Astronomy Bureau (Inside the Illusion Array)

In the center of the mist, a large void appeared—a blank area carved out by the violent collision of spiritual power.

Three torrents of Golden Geng Spirit Swords cascaded down like waterfalls, connecting the formation in the sky to the tornado shielding the Supervisor.

Suddenly, the attack pattern changed.

The torrents stopped their relentless bombardment. They swept past the tornado, banking sharply to fly upward. High in the false sky, the three streams converged, merging and twisting until they began to form a single, massive construct.

“Fellow Daoist!” The Supervisor’s voice cracked with strain. “Do you truly intend to fight to the death with me?”

He noticed the anomaly above. The coalescing Golden Geng Spirit Sword emitted a boundless, terrifying pressure—the might of Heaven and Earth condensed into metal. Frenzied spiritual power scattered outward in rings, creating a tide that swept through the illusion space.

As if responding to his question with silence, the formation in the sky shone with blinding golden light.

One massive spirit sword after another slowly condensed from the lattice. Each was a hundred zhang long—a titan’s weapon.

BOOM!

In that instant, dozens of these massive swords dropped simultaneously. Their speed was blinding, like meteors plummeting to earth, dragging tails of golden fire behind them.

The Supervisor’s expression changed drastically.

His hands blurred as he formed seals. Spiritual light erupted from his entire body, feeding the Wind Controlling Banner above his head. The tornado surrounding him whirled violently, turning into a solid wall of shredding wind.

The first Golden Geng Spirit Sword descended.

CRASH!

It slammed into the wind wall. Two-colored spiritual light erupted, sending shockwaves through the void.

While the two forces were locked in a stalemate, grinding against each other, the second sword followed closely.

BANG!

Then the third. Then the fourth.

Each impact stirred up a frenzied spiritual tide, hammering the barrier like a god’s blacksmith hammer.

When the seventh sword struck, a sickening sound echoed through the battlefield.

CRACK.

A fissure appeared on the flagpole of the Wind Controlling Banner.

“Not good!”

The Supervisor realized what was happening an instant too late. The Dharma Treasure couldn’t withstand the pressure.

BOOM!

The Wind Controlling Banner shattered. The destruction triggered a violent self-destruction phenomenon.

A dazzling sphere of cyan and gold light expanded between heaven and earth. Frenzied spiritual power swept through the surroundings like an overwhelming tidal wave, vaporizing the mist within a radius of several dozen li.

In the chaos, a streak of escape light shot out, fleeing into the distance.

The Supervisor reappeared far away, his face deathly pale.

“Pfft!”

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his internal organs rattled by the backlash. The force of the explosion pushed him tumbling through the air.

“The power of a High-Grade Dharma Treasure’s self-destruction is extraordinary,” he gasped, wiping blood from his chin. “It should definitely be enough to break the formation by brute force!”

He looked down, expecting to see the ruins of the Imperial Astronomy Bureau.

His pupils contracted sharply.

The sky beneath his feet was still a sea of mist. The massive golden formation overhead was still turning, methodical and cold.

The power of the explosion—comparable to a full-force strike from a Golden Core Grand Perfection cultivator—had not even shaken the foundations of this small world.

“This is impossible!”

The Supervisor’s voice sounded distraught, bordering on hysteria.

Who is this person? What kind of formation is this?

He had no time to think. The Golden Geng Spirit Swords in the sky adjusted their trajectory and dove toward him again.

He dodged frantically, his escape light zig-zagging through the air. A green comet fleeing a golden storm.

But the swords that missed did not dissipate. Like living things, they turned and pursued him.

For a time, the void was filled with a deadly dance—a green light fleeing while massive golden swords hunted it from every angle. The mist walls rolled in, reclaiming the lost territory, shrinking his maneuvering space.

Seeing the mist closing in, the Supervisor prepared to dive into the fog to lose his pursuers.

Suddenly, golden spiritual light shone from deep within the white wall in front of him.

ROAR!

A dragon’s roar abruptly resounded through Heaven and Earth, shaking his very soul.

A massive black flood dragon charged out of the mist. Its slender body coiled in the air, its scales shimmering with metallic luster. The huge dragon head glared at the oncoming Supervisor, its golden pupils profound and ancient.

A terrifying spiritual pressure—the aura of a superior predator—slammed into him.

The Supervisor’s escape light faltered. He appeared in mid-air, a momentary dazed look in his eyes as his mind reeled from the Dragon Fear.

That instant of distraction sealed his fate.

“Not good!”

Regaining his senses a split second later, his expression twisted in horror. He subconsciously flared his Mana shield.

BANG!

A Golden Geng Spirit Sword took the opening, slamming into his shield.

The impact sent him flying back several hundred zhang, his bones creaking under the strain.

He formed hand seals desperately. A flash of green flew out from his forehead—the Spirit Gathering Vine.

It grew instantly, transforming into massive, thrashing vines that coiled around the pursuing swords, crushing them one by one.

Crack… shatter!

Golden shards rained down, only to be replaced by fresh swords.

The vines lashed out like a chaotic dance of demons, intercepting the endless rain of metal.

“Fellow Daoist!” the Supervisor screamed, his voice cracking. “If you let me leave, I am willing to depart from the State of Zhao and never set foot here again!”

Where is he? Where is he?!

The Supervisor’s eyes darted around, his Divine Sense strained to the limit.

The dragon that had appeared earlier watched from afar, circling like a shark, showing no signs of joining the battle yet. Its presence alone was a psychological weight he couldn’t shake.