"How many years has it been…"
Li Meng didn't use any divine power to descend the mountain. Instead, he moved like a seasoned mountaineer, relying only on his own strength. His body, hardened through decades of cultivation, could easily withstand bullets so the howling storm around him felt no stronger than a gentle breeze.
He looked like an old man carved from time itself , his hair was already white and time already done with wrinkles, eyes calm yet deep, carrying the weight of countless experiences and the aura of one who had seen the rise and fall of generations.
It took him nearly five hours to descend the mountain. For anyone else, it would have taken days, but he knew this terrain as well as his own courtyard.
"What should I do from now on…" he murmured.
When he examined his body through his aura, he could sense his dwindling life force. He practiced one of the most infamous cultivation methods that drew directly upon the practitioner's lifespan to increase power. Such a method was scorned by most cultivators; after all, the ultimate goal of cultivation was to defy death, not hasten it. Which defied the purpose of cultivation to attain immortality but many cultivator had secret techniques to increase strength for a short time but it was a desperate time called for extreme measure but not as a main cultivation techniques.
But Li Meng had no choice. He had found this technique long ago within the tomb of a forgotten powerhouse, and for someone born without talent to seek the place in this cruel world, it had been his only path forward. Though rare and powerful, the technique was merciless it traded years of life to reach the higher level.
Now, at sixty, his hair was silver-white, and his body bore the marks of time. Among cultivators of his rank, sixty should have been considered youth because cultivators of his level could easily live up to over 300 years. Yet his reckless devotion to this path had drained his vitality. Even if he managed to break through to the next realm, the cost would be unbearable his remaining years would vanish in an instant and it was already checkmate before he moved the pawn.
"I've never felt this free," he said softly. For the first time, the shadow of death no longer frightened him. He didn't need to push himself hard to see another day.
"Come to think of it… the sect entrance exam should be soon."
With that, Li Meng rose into the sky. His body cut through the wind like an arrow, soaring toward the distant peaks.
He was one of the sect's elders,a man with his own mountain and a mansion hidden within the clouds. Also with a lot of duties as outer sect's elder but carried enough power of his level.
"This year's exam will be… interesting," he whispered, a faint smile touching his lips as he descended toward his estate.
The mansion, guarded by countless formations and traps, shimmered with spiritual light. The moment he landed, a 30 years old looking woman rushed toward him, a beautiful milf one might call.
"You're back!" she said, embracing him tightly. Though she appeared to be in her thirties, the two shared an unspoken bond forged over decades. Both looked like father and daughter but she was indeed older than him nearly a decade.
Li Meng returned her embrace,
" Ahhh... " The suprise woman's voice resounded. He would usually push her away or looked her at eyes that going to end entire bloodline.
"You didn't succeed this time, did you?" she asked quietly.
He chuckled
"No… but I found something far more meaningful."
She looked at him, puzzled. In all their years together, she had rarely seen this side of him a man at peace, even smiling faintly and a playful side of him.
"I think," Li Meng said, gazing at the distant mountains,
"it's time to enjoy my life " he hugged her tightly as his hands grabbed her big ass and kissed her lips roughly.
It had been nearly a decade since he kissed her and she loved him. She was well-known beauty and even now men who desired her could fill the country but she loved him with her whole heart.
Li Meng carried her body to the bedroom that both stopped using nearly decades. Both of them were cultivators and they didn't need to sleep at all. Cultivator spent 60% of their life in close training or meditation and fighting for resouces.
Li Meng pushed her body on the bed and his hands wandering around her robe, took her her robes.
" God! You are gorgeous " her figure was maintained and she looked like milf that was at the peak of her beauty, her big boobs shook when he pushed her on the bed and she also looked at his with a gaze filled with sexual desire. She was a cultivator but she was also a woman.
She didn't speak any words but her eyes were filled with desire.Her husband looked like her great grandpa but he still looked like heroic cultivator who saved her from the death.
He kissed her lips roughly and his eyes looked like he didn't wait to devour her alive. His hands wandered her body and squeezed roughly her boob which could not completely grab his hand. Her hands also took off her robe and both could not wait upcoming battles.
" lets make another kid " He whispered to her ears as he inserted his dick to her wet pussy. A battle started on the bed.