The Oldest Disciple: Farming Intimacy to Become Immortal

Chapter 277: The Three Fated Chances of Sleeping Dragon Island

It was impossible to tell how much time had passed before the churning clouds and mist finally settled.

In that vast expanse of whiteness, a single bed remained.

Two figures lay intertwined upon it, not a stitch of clothing separating them.

They were Li Meng and Shen Qingyi.

Li Meng lay on his side, his arms wrapped around Shen Qingyi’s voluptuous form from behind. His hands, refusing to stay still, explored the smooth, undulating curves of her waist—a sensation so addictive he couldn’t bear to let go.

Shen Qingyi’s cheeks were flushed with a rosy hue. She wore an expression of languid contentment, basking in the warmth of the Young Master’s embrace.

“Young Master, if we wish to distribute this batch of Pills, I fear we must borrow the prestige of the Joyous Union Sect.”

The caresses from her Young Master made Shen Qingyi’s eyes swim with liquid desire. Squinting slightly, she forced herself to discuss serious business.

Li Meng buried his face in Qingyi’s raven-black hair, taking a deep breath. He was somewhat intoxicated by the fresh fragrance of her locks.

“Borrowing their influence is fine. There is no need to worry about the Joyous Union Sect causing trouble.”

A faint smile graced the corners of Shen Qingyi’s mouth. With the Young Master’s assurance, her reservations vanished.

“Rest assured, Young Master, Qingyi will not bring you trouble. We are merely using the Joyous Union Sect’s name to convince the buyers. The major families of Liju Island are no fools. Though they outwardly submit to the Island Lord, they all harbor their own schemes. Presented with the Fated Chance to obtain flawless Pills, these families would never let such a once-in-a-century opportunity slip by.”

She paused, her voice turning confident. “They will actively keep this secret for us and spare no effort to secure this Fated Chance. They understand one thing clearly: if these flawless Pills were to appear at the Auction Immortal Assembly, there would be no share left for them. Even the Island Lord likely lacks the qualifications to compete with those sects from the Tianlan Continent.”

How could Shen Qingyi not know the value of flawless Pills?

Although she couldn’t be certain if the Young Master had refined them himself, the origin didn’t matter. What mattered was that the Young Master possessed a channel to obtain High Grade Pills.

With this channel, the Lü Family could seize this Fated Chance to rise to power.

“How long will it take?” Li Meng asked.

The opening of Kongming Hall was imminent. He needed to hurry and prepare more Talismans as a backup. When it came to Talismans, naturally, the more, the better.

“Five days should be enough to disperse this batch of Pills.”

Shen Qingyi knew the ins and outs of every family on Liju Island, large or small. Her next step was to investigate their inventories of Demon Beast materials, then pay visits based on who held the most stock.

The process might have its twists and turns, but it wouldn’t consume too much time. If things went smoothly, five days would suffice.

“If you can complete it within ten days, I will Reward you properly.”

Shen Qingyi turned in his arms to face him, offering a charming, seductive smile. “Young Master, this concubine will not disappoint you.”

Li Meng exerted a little force with his arms, pulling Qingyi’s delicate body tighter against him. Their bodies pressed together, leaving no space between them, their faces mere inches apart.

A trace of shyness flashed in Shen Qingyi’s eyes, her beautiful gaze tender as water as she met Li Meng’s stare.

Li Meng shifted, rolling onto his back. Shen Qingyi’s plump, soft form naturally settled atop his chest.

“Qingyi, are there treasures within the Ascending Immortal Tower? Otherwise, why would it attract the proud talents of various sects to challenge the tower?”

Li Meng recalled that Senior Wen had also advised him to visit the Ascending Immortal Tower, though he hadn’t provided any details. Previously, Shopkeeper Lü had mentioned “challenging the tower,” and Li Meng had kept the matter in mind.

If the geniuses of various sects were gathering for this purpose, the Ascending Immortal Tower must possess something extraordinary.

“Eh? Young Master doesn’t know?” Shen Qingyi raised her head, looking at him with surprise and a hint of confusion.

The Ascending Immortal Tower was one of the most famous Fated Chances on Sleeping Dragon Island. Every year, countless cultivators traveled thousands of miles to the island just for the tower.

Li Meng reached up, gently stroking Qingyi’s smooth, jade-like cheek. “Your Young Master is not a man of extensive knowledge. Before Foundation Establishment, I never left the State of Zhao.”

Shen Qingyi pursed her lips in a smile. It seemed the Young Master was a proper mountain-dwelling cultivator—wholeheartedly pursuing the Dao, unconcerned with worldly affairs.

However, perhaps only such a person had the time and energy to cultivate four paths simultaneously.

Shen Qingyi laid her head back down on his chest. “Young Master, the Ascending Immortal Tower is one of the three great Fated Chances of Sleeping Dragon Island. The purpose of the countless cultivators who come annually is, naturally, the opportunity located at the very top of the tower—the ‘Divine Maiden Painting,’ which even Great Vehicle cultivators from the Upper Continent covet!”

Li Meng’s expression shifted slightly. “What is this ‘Divine Maiden Painting’?”

Could it be some kind of ancient treasure scroll?

In the quiet white space, Shen Qingyi’s soft voice continued.

“The ‘Divine Maiden Painting’ contains divine maidens. Those with fate can gain a maiden’s favor; she will acknowledge them as master and follow them. It is said that the spirits within the painting were all cultivators of outstanding natural talent in their past lives. For male cultivators, they are the ultimate ‘Cauldrons.’ Not only that, but one can also obtain secret technique inheritances of ancient cultivators from them.”

“In the past thousand years, cultivators who have gained a divine maiden’s acknowledgment are few and far between. The most recent lucky soul appeared five hundred years ago. He was a fortunate Qi Condensation cultivator who gained a maiden’s favor and formed a Dao Companion bond with her. From then on, he soared to the heavens, his cultivation advancing a thousand miles a day. He formed his Golden Core at fifty-five, his Nascent Soul at one hundred and twenty-three, reached Soul Formation at three hundred and seventy, and finally joined the Yin Yang Dao Extremity Sect of the Upper Continent, becoming a Holy Son. I heard that his cultivation has now broken through to Soul Formation Grand Perfection, just one step away from the Void Refinement realm!”

A Soul Formation Grand Perfection cultivator under five hundred years old?

A flash of jealousy sparked in Li Meng’s eyes.

He would be grateful just to form his Nascent Soul within five hundred years. Compared to that Holy Son of the Yin Yang Dao Extremity Sect, he was simply trash among garbage.

Comparisons really could drive a man to death.

“Qingyi, what is the cultivation level of these divine maidens?”

Shen Qingyi shook her head. “I don’t know. However, their cultivation cannot be low. Otherwise, those lucky ones wouldn’t find it so easy to leave Sleeping Dragon Island alive. For thousands of years, I’ve never heard of a chosen master dying on the island. Those lucky ones have left traces across the continents, either joining major sects or establishing their own factions as founding ancestors.”

Li Meng narrowed his eyes.

If that were the case, the cultivation of the divine maidens was likely terrifyingly high. Definitely no lower than the Body Integration stage. Otherwise, how could they ensure their master’s safety?

“Such a wondrous treasure… how does Sleeping Dragon Island protect it?”

If the maidens emerging from the painting possessed cultivation at the Body Integration stage or higher, how could such a treasure not attract the greed of high-level cultivators? Even Great Vehicle cultivators wouldn’t remain indifferent to the “Divine Maiden Painting.”

A trace of confusion appeared in Shen Qingyi’s eyes.

“Indeed, why is that? With just the Island Lord’s Nascent Soul cultivation, he couldn’t possibly guard such a treasure. Yet, the three great Fated Chances of Sleeping Dragon Island have remained untaken for ten thousand years.”

She paused, thoughtful. “Young Master, this concubine isn’t clear either. Perhaps the waters of Sleeping Dragon Island run deep, and the Island Lord is merely the master on the surface.”

Li Meng’s expression turned serious.

A Nascent Soul Island Lord as a mere figurehead? If what Qingyi said was true, then Sleeping Dragon Island was indeed an unusual place.

“Qingyi, what are the other two great Fated Chances?”

Shen Qingyi perked up. She was a native of Sleeping Dragon Island, having lived there since childhood. She knew the island’s legends by heart.

“Young Master, the other two are the Old Dragon Spring and the Ancient Locust Tree. The Old Dragon Spring is an ancient well. Every full moon night, spirit dragons of various sizes, condensed from the essence of the moon, appear swimming in its depths. Catching just one can yield a million Spirit Stones. But whether one can catch a moon essence that has transformed into a dragon depends entirely on personal Fated Chance. Those with fate will obtain it; those without will find themselves drawing water with a wicker basket—futile.”

“As for the Ancient Locust Tree, it stands atop the largest mountain on Sleeping Dragon Island, ‘Dragon Horn Mountain.’ It lies to the southwest and can be seen from the Market City of Liju Island. If one is fortunate enough to obtain a locust leaf, they will receive its protection until the leaf withers. It is rumored that holders of the ancient locust leaves possess astonishing luck, though whether this is true or false remains unknown.”