"Long Qingyi, my only disciple, I need you to remember my teachings." An ancient voice echoed through a small hut.
The owner of that voice was sitting on a stone pedestal, his aged hands pressed the back of a young man.
"That bloodline will try to corrupt you, it will 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.
"But never fall prey to these temptations. Don't give in to these 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, not noticing Qingyi's expression darkening at 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 profane bloodline from falling into the wrong hands."
"Yes, master, I will not let you down and I will not allow the world to be corrupted!" Qingyi spoke, his tone was pure and gentle, drawing a smile from the old man.
he had really found an admirable disciple.
Thinking for a brief moment, the old man shook his head.
He wanted to train Qingyi 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, the young mang felt the cold, wrinkled hands on his back warm up.
Suddenly, his cultivation of the sixth stage of the Qi refinement realm 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, the ground shook and his body levitated, all the old master's power flowing into him.
"Stay conscious, don't faint!" His master's thunderous voice pulled him out of the pain and he clenched his teeth, resisting with all his strength.
Hours passed 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 the in the afternoon, but it was already dawn the next day.
Turning around, Qingyi came across the motionless body of his old master. His eyes were open, but empty, with no sign of breathing on his chest.
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..." Qingyi 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. Twelve years of suffering were finally over!
His life was worse than living on the streets or being an office worker on Earth, working like a slave and living 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?
Those behemoths were massive! 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.
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 dark eyes matched with the black hair that now reached his shoulders. Underneath his clothes, he found powerful sculpted muscles.
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.
With a confident smile, Qingyi 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, but all the clothes in that hut were like that, some 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.
Before leaving, however, he looked at the old man's body.
The corpse was 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 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 then felt the aged flesh give way under his fingers and quickly stepped back, disgusted.
Although his master had died just that night, his body appeared to have been decomposing for days.
With an expression of revulsion, Qingyi shook his head.
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 suggestively raised his bottom.
"Ugh... I think it'll do..." Qingyi fought the nausea and simply picked up a blanket, throwing it over his master's body as he looked away.
"This disciple thanks the master for all his teachings." He clenched his fists in a respectful gesture before leaving.
When he took a step out of the hut, Qingyi was greeted by two translucent screens carrying texts in a strange language, but which he seemed to be able to understand perfectly.
Observing them, he smiled. His suffering was finally over...
[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?]