The Oldest Disciple: Farming Intimacy to Become Immortal

Chapter 243: Perhaps You Misunderstood

Sheng Shui’er remembered that her mother had been tested for spiritual roots when she was very young. The result was negative—her mother was a mortal. Wei Yushu had been saddened by this reality for many years, forced to watch her daughters ascend a path she could not follow.

Wei Yushu turned her head, smiling warmly at her daughter.

“The Immortal Master said that your mother possesses a special constitution. This is likely why the Spirit Stone could not detect my roots before.”

Special constitution?

Sheng Shui’er frowned. Could this be the basis of the transaction her mother had reached with Senior Brother Li?

“Mother… did Senior Brother Li make some kind of deal with you?”

“Transaction?” Wei Yushu reached up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Her expression was calm, almost serene. “Perhaps it was a transaction. But I had no reason to refuse.”

Li Meng hadn’t explicitly stated terms. He hadn’t demanded her body or her soul. He simply offered her a path. Once she severed her mortal ties, she could ascend the mountain and call him “Senior Brother.”

As for what might happen after… Wei Yushu had considered it. But she didn’t care. Li Meng was a good man. As long as he didn’t sever her immortal fate, she wouldn’t refuse any request he made.

“Shui’er, do you have a grievance with the Immortal Master?”

Although her daughter hid it well, Wei Yushu was a mother. She sensed the wary tension in Shui’er’s voice whenever Li Meng was mentioned.

Sheng Shui’er froze. She wanted to deny it, but the words stuck in her throat.

Her reaction sparked curiosity in Wei Yushu’s eyes. So there was a story between them.

“Shui’er, come. Tell Mother the story between you and the Immortal Master.” Wei Yushu patted the bed beside her.

Sheng Shui’er sighed heavily. Fine. She would unburden herself of the secret that had troubled her for years.

She sat down and began to speak. Her light, clear voice filled the room, recounting the initial encounter, the Soul Return Pill, and the transactional promise she had made—her life and body in exchange for her sister’s salvation.

Time passed unnoticed. The sun set in the west, casting long shadows across the room as darkness descended.

“So that’s how it was!”

Wei Yushu leaned against the windowsill, looking out at the twilight lake. A faint smile played on her lips.

Her daughter had revealed much about Li Meng. He was originally an Outer Disciple, a rare Alchemist known as the “Wealth-Scattering Old Boy.” He had poor aptitude—Five Spirit Roots—and had spent 60 years reaching the sixth layer of Qi Condensation.

Logically, he should have died of old age without ever reaching Foundation Establishment. Yet, in a few short years, he had defied the heavens.

Wei Yushu reached out and grasped her daughter’s hand.

“My silly daughter. The so-called transaction was merely the Immortal Master’s way of letting you accept the ‘Soul Return Pill’ with peace of mind.”

Sheng Shui’er looked up, confused.

“You people on the mountain fear an unstable Dao Heart above all else,” Wei Yushu explained gently. “Think about it. At that time, the Immortal Master was still a Qi Condensation cultivator with zero hope of Foundation Establishment. Yet, he made a deal that required him to reach Foundation Establishment to collect. Why would he make an impossible transaction with you?”

Sheng Shui’er’s expression shifted.

Why?

She wasn’t stupid; she understood her mother’s logic. But she remembered Li Meng’s gaze back then—lecherous, hungry, as if he wanted to devour her on the spot. That look had solidified her prejudice.

“If the Immortal Master failed to reach Foundation Establishment, the transaction would naturally void itself, and you wouldn’t be burdened by a Heart Demon or debt,” Wei Yushu continued.

Is that so?

Sheng Shui’er looked dazedly at the lake. Could it be that Senior Brother’s breakthrough was… an accident? That even he didn’t expect it?

“If it was just a cold transaction, would you be worth the risk? He traveled to Lin’an City, infiltrated the palace, and possibly killed an Emperor to save you. Shui’er, do you understand the karma involved in killing a Human Emperor?”

Her mother’s words struck like a hammer. Sheng Shui’er’s face turned pale.

Was I wrong?

She recalled the events of the past few days. Since she woke up, Li Meng had never mentioned the transaction. He treated them with care and respect. If he was truly a lecher demanding payment, why was he so patient?

Could it be… just kindness?

But why was he so good to her? They had barely interacted as Outer Disciples.

Unless…

A blush crept up her neck.

Wei Yushu watched her daughter’s internal struggle and smiled. She patted Shui’er’s hand.

“The Immortal Master is a carefree person. Find a time to talk to him properly. He will leave Lin’an City soon—perhaps today, perhaps tomorrow. You must seize the time.”

Sheng Shui’er stood up abruptly. She bowed to her mother without a word, then turned and hurried out of the room, her footsteps echoing down the stairs.

Wei Yushu listened to her leave, a satisfied smile on her lips. The conflict wasn’t deep; it was just a misunderstanding born of fear.

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State of Zhao, Lin’an City, Prince Qi’s Residence, a certain guest courtyard.

“Senior Brother! I want to go too!”

In the courtyard, Qi Wei was clinging tightly to Li Meng’s leg. She was essentially a human ornament, wrapped around his calf like a koala, refusing to let go.

“No! I’m not letting go!”

Li Meng looked down at his spoiled Junior Sister with amusement. He reached down and rubbed her head.

“Little Junior Sister, what Senior Brother is going to do isn’t interesting. I’ll be back in a few days. You stay here and help me look after things.”

“No, no, no! I don’t want to take care of other women for you! I hate them! I hate them to death!”

Qi Wei shook her head vigorously, her ponytails whipping back and forth. Her childish voice echoed through the courtyard, a mix of 70% coquettishness and 30% genuine resentment.

From a distance, it looked ridiculous—a powerful cultivator dragging a small girl around on his leg.

Li Meng sighed and squatted down, bringing himself to her eye level. He tapped the bridge of her nose.

“If you really want to follow Senior Brother, I won’t stop you. But…”

He deliberately drew out the word.

“But what?” Qi Wei stopped whining, looking at him with curiosity.

Li Meng leaned close to her ear and whispered something.

Whatever he said caused the expression on Qi Wei’s face to go through a complex series of changes—shock, hesitation, and finally, a grudging acceptance.