"Fai, my one and only disciple, I need you to remember my teachings."
An ancient voice echoed through a small hut, reverberating into the surroundings.
The owner of that voice sat atop a stone pedestal, his aged hands pressed against the back of a young man whose body was drenched in sweat.
"That bloodline will try to corrupt you… no, it will corrupt you if you aren't mentally strong enough. It will tempt you with everything, from the power to dominate all affinities and all realms, to ruling over all creatures and …"
The old man paused, scratching his chin.
"All the beauties in the world…" he concluded, turning his flushed face away.
"Cough,..hopefully my disciple won't see me as a perverted old man..,cough. I built this image with my blood and sweat; I can't have it falling apart," the old man thought.
"But never fall prey to these temptations. Don't give in to these seductive words."
He put 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 Fai's expression darkening with every word.
Wait… won't that mean my first obstacle will be my own bloodline? Fai thought.
"Keep your chastity intact. And when you are ready to leave this world, find a worthy disciple, someone willing to follow this path and prevent this profane bloodline from falling into the wrong hands," the old man finished, despite his still-flushed face.
"Yes, Master. I will not let you down, and I will not allow the world to be corrupted!"
Fai spoke with a pure, gentle tone, drawing a smile from the old man.
He had truly found an admirable disciple.
Thinking for a brief moment, the old man shook his head. He wanted to train Fai longer at least until his esteemed disciple reached the Foundation Realm before abandoning everything but time was running out. On the verge of death, he needed to transfer his bloodline and constitution as soon as possible, or else it might be lost forever.
"Let's begin. It will hurt a little, but you have to be strong," the old man said.
"I will be strong, Master," Fai nodded.
In the next instant, the young man felt the cold, wrinkled hands on his back rapidly warm up. Suddenly, his cultivation at the sixth stage of the Qi Refinement Realm shattered as cold sweat enveloped him. Every cell in his body screamed in agony.
Fai tried to open his mouth, he wanted to scream, cry, or at least desperately grab onto something but he couldn't.
The Qi in the room exploded. The ground shook. His body levitated as all of the old master's power flowed into him.
"Stay conscious! Don't faint!"
His master's thunderous voice pulled him back from the brink. Fai clenched his teeth, resisting with all his strength as time dragged on,seconds turned into minutes, minutes into hours.
Finally, the air around him calmed, and he collapsed onto the floor.
"Damn…" Fai groaned as he stood up with gritted teeth.
He soon noticed his clothes tightening around his body, almost tearing apart. With a sigh, he glanced outside the hut. They had started in the afternoon, but it was already dawn the next day.
Turning around, Fai came face to face with the motionless body of his old master.
His eyes were open but empty. There was no rise or fall in his chest, yet his face bore an almost peaceful smile.
Was Master still alive?
After a brief hesitation, Fai picked up a stick from the ground.
"Master… are you alive?"
He poked the body first in the face then in the chest
Pressing a little harder, Fai's heart shuddered as the old man's body toppled backward.
He's dead.
Fai covered his mouth, his face filled with shock. His eyes welled with tears then burst into uncontrollable laughter.
"Fuck! Finally! I'm free!"
He roared, wiping away the tears.
Twelve years of suffering were finally over. His life had been worse than living on the streets or being an office worker on Earth, working like a slave under constant surveillance.
That damned old man had even come close to castrating him just because he stared at a senior sister for a few moments too long!
Fai had only been nine 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 lingered on those huge, dangling tits didn't mean he was a pervert! Where else was he supposed to look, the ground? Or whisper prayers while staring at the sky?
Those behemoths were massive!
Not even the best implants from his past life compared to hers. Natural, splendid a feast for the eyes. Hahaha. Perfect.
Fai had spent months proving 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 I expected," he exclaimed mentally.
He had grown more than thirty centimeters, reaching a height of two meters. His eyes were sharp, his face undeniably masculine yet carrying delicate features. Dark eyes matched his black hair, which now reached his shoulders.
Beneath his clothes, his muscles were powerful and sculpted.
Fai hadn't been ugly nor handsome just average before the bloodline transfer but now, his beauty could dominate any woman's heart with a single smile.
With a confident grin, Fai glanced down his pants, admiring what he found.
"Almost triple in length and width."
He thought in amazement as he excitedly changed his clothes, putting on a pure white cloak just like his master's.
He wanted to change the color, but all the clothes in the hut were the same. It was some nonsense his master used to preach:
"Pure and righteous men should only wear white."
Fai carefully gathered everything he thought might be useful and prepared to leave the hut. Before doing so, however, his gaze drifted to the old man's body.
The corpse lay in a strange position, having fallen from the platform where they once sat, its head pressed against the ground, back resting on the platform, and its bottom raised high.
"I should still be a good disciple… I'll give him a proper burial," he sighed, grabbing the body and attempting to move it.
"Damn it… why is this bastard so heavy? Do you weigh a ton or fifty tons?" he complained after several failed attempts.
Suddenly, he felt the aged flesh give way beneath his fingers. He recoiled instantly, disgusted.
Although his master had died only last night, the body looked as though it had been decomposing for days. With a look of repulsion, Fai shook his head, he had only made things worse.
The old man now lay completely on the floor, face down, his face sinking into the damp wooden boards while his bent knees suggestively raised his bottom.
"…Erm… that'll do."
Fighting the nausea, Fai picked up a blanket and tossed it over his master's body, quickly looking away.
"This disciple thanks Master for all his teachings… Amitabha…"
He paused. "Wait, is that what I'm supposed to say? Erm… whatever. Just clasp your fists and bow in a nice posture… yeah."
He clenched his fists in what he believed to be a respectful gesture and left.
As soon as he stepped outside the hut, Fai was greeted by two translucent screens filled with text written in a strange language yet one he could understand perfectly.
Observing them, he smiled.
His suffering was finally over.
[Blood of the Lustful Dragon God detected within your body.]
[Do you wish to activate the Lust System and begin your journey of conquest and beauties..error....of conquest and corruption?]