I, Elder Feng Lianhua of the Immortal Sect, have long prided myself on transcendence.
Cultivation is the path to purity—elevating the soul above base desires, refining the body into an instrument of divine will.
Lust? A folly for the weak, a distraction that clouds the dantian and taints the meridians.
I have witnessed my disciples succumb to it, their faces twisted in what they claim is ecstasy, but I see only degradation.
Why do they indulge in such... messiness? Entering those dirty, tainted places, wailing like beasts— it is nonsense, a surrender to animal instincts that I, in my centuries of celibacy, have never deigned to understand.
Virginity is not a burden; it is armor, preserving my qi unspoiled.
Men and women alike chase these fleeting pleasures, but to what end? Power lies in denial, not indulgence.
That conviction held firm until I first laid eyes on him—the wretched old emperor, Zhao Tianlong.
