The Oldest Disciple: Farming Intimacy to Become Immortal

Chapter 254: No Regrets

Li Meng followed behind Jiang Ping, his gaze appreciating the scenery with a leisurely smile.

Her face was merely average, but her figure was truly exceptional. She rivaled Senior Sister Qu in sheer curves, though she lacked the statuesque height of Junior Sister Hua. In terms of tactile appeal, however, she was a top-tier contender.

[System Notification: Jiang Ping Favorability +15] [Sub-profession Experience +75]

Li Meng’s expression shifted slightly at the prompt.

The favorability increase is pitifully low.

Women like this found it hard to truly open their hearts. To them, men were tools—resources to be used and discarded. She was similar to Senior Sister Qu, just lacking that trace of world-weariness.

Jiang Ping glanced back over her shoulder.

“Junior Brother, we’re almost there.”

She slowed her pace, allowing him to catch up until they walked side by side. Her slender hands wrapped around his arm, pulling him close.

Li Meng immediately felt his arm enveloped by a startling softness. A faint, musky scent of female perfume wafted into his nose.

He smiled at the charming woman. “Senior Sister, are you a disciple of the Pill King Peak lineage?”

Jiang Ping pursed her lips in a coy smile, blinking rapidly at him.

“Junior Brother overestimates me. If I had the talent to be an Alchemist, I wouldn’t have destabilized my foundation by cultivating too quickly.”

A flicker of regret passed through Li Meng’s eyes.

Not an Alchemist? Then that bottle of pills was truly a waste.

Ah well. He couldn’t very well ask for it back.

“Although I don’t know much about the Ancestor,” Jiang Ping purred, leaning in close, “I won’t let you suffer a loss, Junior Brother. In the future, if you have any needs for Dual Cultivation… feel free to come find me. I, your Senior Sister, will definitely satisfy you.”

She stopped walking and breathed a warm puff of air into his ear.

Before Li Meng could react, she released his arm. She gave him one last, lingering smile, then took two steps back.

The seductive expression vanished instantly, replaced by a mask of solemn respect. She bowed deeply toward the closed door at the end of the hall.

Then she turned, swaying her hips with deliberate exaggeration as she walked away.

“Junior Brother!” her voice echoed down the corridor. “My name is Jiang Ping!”

She stopped, turned, and cupped her hands in a formal salute.

Li Meng returned the gesture calmly.

Jiang Ping smiled, then turned the corner and disappeared.

Li Meng narrowed his eyes, watching her go.

“Jiang Ping… not a bad name. She has a certain carefree air about her.”

He withdrew his gaze and turned to the heavy wooden door. Just as he raised his hand to knock, the door creaked open on its own.

Li Meng straightened his robes, threw out his chest, and walked in with composed confidence.

The door clicked shut behind him.

He walked toward the partition curtain that separated the anteroom from the viewing platform.

“Disciple Li Meng pays his respects to the Ancestor!”

Through the sheer fabric, he could see a silhouette sitting at a tea table.

On the platform, Liu Ruyan had restored her true appearance. She wore a deep purple palace gown that radiated majesty. Her hair ornaments glowed with faint spiritual light, and every movement she made exuded a peerless, suffocating beauty.

“Everything you did on this journey… I know,” her gentle voice drifted through the curtain. “Do you have any regrets?”

Li Meng didn’t hesitate.

“No regrets.”

His voice was resolute. How could he regret a path already walked? Even if he had to do it a thousand times, he would make the same choice.

“You should understand that your actions were not permitted.”

Li Meng straightened his back.

“Dare I ask, Ancestor… why must my actions require the permission of others?”

“The weak are prey to the strong. The strong make the rules; the weak obey. That is the truth.” Her voice turned cold, tinged with a hint of mockery.

Li Meng bowed deeper. “This disciple acknowledges his mistake.”

Silence fell.

After a long while, the Ancestor spoke again.

“Do you regret?”

“No regrets!”

“If the price was your life… would you regret?”

Li Meng looked up, narrowing his eyes at the hazy figure.

“This disciple will not allow such a thing to happen.”

A faint smile touched Liu Ruyan’s lips. She turned her head to gaze out the window at the sea of clouds.

“The punishment is deferred,” she said finally, waving her hand. “Go.”

“Yes, Ancestor.”

Li Meng exhaled a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He bowed and retreated.

She’s actually easy to talk to.

If any other disciple had committed regicide and interfered in mortal politics, they would be skinned alive. Perhaps doing the job cleanly had its perks.

He exited the room and closed the door.

“Senior Brother!”

A familiar voice called out. Li Meng turned to see Liu Ruyu walking toward him.

She looked curiously at the closed door, then at Li Meng’s hands, which were still resting on the frame.

“Junior Brother, you are…”

Li Meng withdrew his hands smoothly. “The Ancestor summoned me. I just came out.”

Liu Ruyu nodded, her expression clearing. She brushed a lock of hair from her forehead, her eyes shining with anticipation.

“There are a few points in the pill formula you left that I don’t understand. Could Junior Brother enlighten me? My room is right next door.”

It was no coincidence she was here. She had been waiting for him.

Li Meng chuckled, stroking his beard. “Senior Sister, please.”

“Junior Brother, please.”

They walked into the adjacent room.

It was Li Meng’s first time in Liu Ruyu’s quarters. It fit the persona of an Alchemist perfectly: the outer hall was stripped of all furniture, leaving only a massive, heavy Furnace dominating the center of the room.