"Long Qingyi, my only disciple, I need you to remember my teachings."
An ancient voice echoed through the small hut.
The owner of that voice, wearing immaculate white robes, was sitting on a stone pedestal. His aged hands pressed the back of the young man in front of him.
"That bloodline will try to corrupt you, promise you the power to dominate all affinities and..." The old man paused, scratching his chin. "All the beauties in the world..."
He concluded, turning his flushed face away.
Even after repeating the same lesson thousands of times, he still felt uncomfortable about that part.
"But never fall prey to these temptations. Don't give in to seductive words." He put some more strength into his voice.
"I've abandoned the path of cultivation and so must you. I know it's difficult, but you must sacrifice your future for the good of the world."
He continued his sermon, not noticing Qingyi's expression darkening with every word.
"Keep your chastity intact and, when you are ready to leave this world, find a worthy disciple willing to follow this path and prevent this unholy bloodline from falling into the wrong hands."
The old man's voice faltered, hoarse and frail, as an uncontrollable cough overtook him.
Realizing his master's state, the young man put all the sorrow he could muster into his voice: "Yes, master, I will not let you down, nor will I allow the world to be corrupted!"
His tone sounded pure and gentle, drawing a smile from the old man.
He really had found an admirable disciple.
This elder was a man who abandoned his name after reaching the foundation realm and discovering this ancestral bloodline.
A power that would allow him to conquer countless beauties, accumulate points to advance quickly in cultivation, and obtain unique items.
But he wasn't carried away by these promises, and soon realised that this bloodline prevented him from cultivating normally, demanding acts that he considered deplorable in order to advance further.
Realizing the profane origin of that power, he felt deeply ashamed and abandoned the path of cultivation, not accepting that he would have to give himself over to that debauchery in order to continue on the path to immortality.
He even thought about ending his life, but knew that his death would release that bloodline into the world and it could fall into unscrupulous hands.
So he isolated himself, swearing never to break his vow of chastity and to pass the bloodline on to someone with a pure heart before his death, someone willing to sacrifice everything for the good of the world.
After decades of searching, he believed he would never find a worthy disciple, until he met Long Qingyi.
At first, he took him on as a disciple only because of his name, but soon recognized his virtuous personality, more worthy than his own.
He wanted to train him more, to allow his esteemed disciple to reach at least the foundation realm before forcing him to abandon everything, but time was running out.
On the verge of death, he needed to transfer his bloodline and constitution as soon as possible.
"Let's begin. It will hurt a little, but you have to be strong." The old man said
"I will be strong, master!" Qingyi nodded
In the next instant, he felt the cold, wrinkled hands on his back warm up. His body shuddered and froze.
Suddenly, his cultivation of the sixth stage of Qi refinement shattered and every cell in his body screamed in agony.
Qingyi tried to open his mouth, he wanted to scream and cry, but he couldn't.
The Qi in the room exploded to a level he had never experienced before.
The ground shook and his body levitated, all the old master's power flowing into him.
"Stay conscious, don't faint!" The master's thunderous voice pulled him out of that sea of pain, making him clench his teeth and resist with all the strength he possessed.
Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes into hours, until the air around him calmed down and he collapsed on the floor.
"Crap..." Qingyi groaned as he stood up.
He soon noticed his clothes tightening around his body, almost tearing.
With a sigh, he looked outside the hut.
They had started in the afternoon and it was already dawn the next day.
The birds were singing outside while the cool, pleasant morning breeze caressed his skin.
Turning around, Qingyi came across the motionless body of his old master. His eyes were empty, with no sign of breathing.
Hesitating briefly, Qingyi picked up a stick from the ground.
"Master... are you alive?" he poked the corpse with the stick, first in the chest and then in the face.
He pressed a little harder and felt his heart shudder as the old man's body toppled backwards.
"He's dead..." He covered his mouth, his face overcome with shock before bursting into uncontrollable laughter.
"Fucking finally! I'm free!" He roared, wiping away the tears that had built up in his eyes.
Qingyi had been taken as that old man's disciple twelve years ago, when he was only six years old and just some orphan whose soul had been replaced by that of a transmigrant from another world - in this case, himself.
During that time, his life was worse than living on the streets or being an office worker on Earth.
He worked like a slave and lived under constant surveillance.
That damned old man even came close to castrating him just because he had looked at an senior sister a few moments too long.
Qingyi was only ten years old at the time! How on earth could that old man see malice in a child's gaze at his gentle older sister?!
Just because his eyes were on those huge tits didn't mean he was a pervert! Where else could he look?
Each of those behemoths was bigger than her own head! Not even the best implants in his past life were as perfect as her natural breasts!
Qingyi had to spend months trying to prove to his master that he was a pure young man, not a perverted transmigrant from another world reborn in the body of a child.
It was hard work, he suffered a lot, but it was worth every effort.
Standing up, he examined his reflection in a bronze mirror.
'God... I'm even more handsome than the master told me I would be!' he exclaimed mentally.
He had grown more than twenty centimeters, reaching a height of one meter ninety. His eyes took on a sharp look, and his face, although undeniably masculine, displayed delicate features.
His clear, flawless skin resembled that of a baby, with no marks or body hair.
His dark eyes matched with the black hair that now reached his shoulders. His eyebrows were straight and perfectly aligned, thick eyelashes and a delicate nose completed his beautiful face.
Underneath his clothes, powerful muscles seemed to have been sculpted by the hands of gods. Every tendon, every bicep and every part of his abdomen was perfect and toned.
Qingyi wasn't ugly before the bloodline transfer ritual, but now he displayed a beauty that would dominate any woman's heart with a single smile.
He raised his hands to his face, touching his cheeks.
The texture was smooth, almost too soft - his fingers sank lightly into the skin, as if they were touching living silk.
With a confident smile, he glanced between his pants, admiring the size of what he found.
"It's almost doubled in size!" he thought in amazement.
Walking excitedly, he changed his clothes, putting on a pure white cloak, like his master's.
He wanted to change that color that brought him so much trauma, but all the clothes in that hut were like that, some purity nonsense that his master used to say: pure men should only wear white.
Qingyi carefully collected everything he thought was useful and prepared to leave the hut full of bitter memories.
Before leaving, however, he looked at the old man's body.
The corpse lay in a strange position, fallen from the platform where they were sitting, with its head pressed against the ground, its back on the platform and its bottom raised high.
"I should at least give him a proper burial," he sighed before grabbing the body, trying to move it.
"Ugh... why is this bastard so heavy?" He complained after a few unsuccessful attempts.
He felt the aged flesh of his master's hands give way under his fingers and quickly stepped back, disgusted.
Although he had died just that night, his body appeared to have been decomposing for days.
With an expression of revulsion, Qingyi shook his head.
In reality, he had only made matters worse.
The old man was now completely on the floor, face down, his face sinking into the damp boards while his bent knees raised his buttocks suggestively.
"Ugh... I think it'll do like this..." Qingyi fought the nausea and simply picked up a blanket, throwing it over his master's body as he looked away.
He thought for a brief moment before prostrating himself.
"This disciple thanks the master for all his teachings." He clenched his fists in respectful gesture before leaving.
His suffering was finally over.
Now all he had to do was enjoy that extraordinary bloodline and gather a harem with all the greatest beauties he could collect.
He would corrupt that world and there wouldn't be a single arrogant young master whose wife didn't know his touch!
[Blood of the corruption dragon god identified in your body.]
[Do you wish to activate the lust system and begin your journey of conquest and corruption?]
Two translucent screens manifested in his front, and Qingyi smiled. Memories of his life on Earth came flooding back.
He knew these translucent screens very well.
NT: And here begins my journey as an author, thank you very much for reading, your support is much appreciated.
Don't be afraid to point out mistakes, I'm always willing to accept friendly and constructive criticism!