The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 1 - 01 - Finally, freedom!
"Long Qingyi, my sole disciple, you must hold my teachings close to your heart." Within the confines of a modest hut, an ancient voice resonated.
Perched upon a stone pedestal, the speaker—a man of great age—pressed his weathered palms against the back of a youth.
"That bloodline will attempt to lead you astray; it will tempt you with the authority to command all affinities and..." The elder hesitated, tugging at his chin in thought.
"Every beauty in existence..." he finally added, his face flushing as he averted his gaze.
"But you must never surrender to such lures. Do not let these enticing words lead you into ruin." His voice grew firm with renewed intensity.
"I have turned my back on the path of cultivation, and you are required to do the same. Though I know the burden is heavy, you must renounce your future for the sake of this world."
He spoke on, oblivious to how Qingyi’s expression grew increasingly grim with every passing sentence.
"Maintain your chastity without fail. When your time to depart this realm nears, seek out a successor of merit—one who is prepared to walk this road and ensure this unholy bloodline never falls into wicked hands."
"Yes, Master. I shall not disappoint you, nor will I permit the world to be tainted!" Qingyi replied. His voice sounded remarkably virtuous and soft, prompting a satisfied smile from the old man.
He truly believed he had discovered a disciple of exceptional character.
After a moment of reflection, the elder shook his head.
He had hoped to provide Qingyi with further training, allowing his prized pupil to reach the Foundation Establishment realm at least before forcing him to give everything up, but his time was fading.
Balanced on the brink of death, the urgency to pass on his bloodline and constitution was paramount.
"We shall begin now. There will be pain, but you must remain steadfast," the old man instructed.
"I will be strong, Master!" Qingyi affirmed with a nod.
Instantly, the youth felt the frigid, wrinkled hands upon his back surge with heat.
Without warning, his cultivation at the sixth stage of the Qi Refinement realm was obliterated, and every cell within his frame erupted in excruciating agony.
Qingyi attempted to cry out or weep, but his voice failed him.
The Qi within the room surged violently; the earth trembled and his body rose into the air as the entirety of the old master's power was channeled into him.
"Maintain your focus! Do not lose consciousness!" His master’s booming command dragged him back from the abyss of pain, and he gritted his teeth, fighting with every ounce of his resolve.
The ordeal lasted for hours until the turbulent atmosphere finally stilled, leaving him to collapse onto the floor.
"Damn it..." Qingyi muttered, struggling to find his feet.
He immediately felt his garments straining against his frame, nearly bursting at the seams.
Letting out a heavy sigh, he glanced out the window of the hut.
The ritual had commenced in the afternoon, yet the first light of dawn was already breaking.
Turning back, Qingyi saw the lifeless form of his master. The old man’s eyes were wide but vacant, and his chest showed no sign of the breath of life.
After a brief pause, Qingyi retrieved a stick from the ground.
"Master... are you still with us?" He poked the remains with the branch, first prodding the chest and then the face.
He applied a bit more pressure, his heart skipping a beat as the elder’s corpse tumbled backward.
"He's actually dead..." Qingyi masked his mouth, his face a mask of shock before he suddenly dissolved into fitful, hysterical laughter.
"Finally! I'm fucking free!" he bellowed, wiping the moisture from his eyes. Twelve long years of misery had reached their end!
His existence here had been worse than being homeless or a corporate slave on Earth, toiling away under constant watch.
That cursed old man had nearly castrated him simply because he had lingered his gaze on a Senior Sister for a second too long!
Qingyi had only been ten years old back then! How could the old man possibly perceive sin in a child looking at a kind older sister?
Just because he noticed those massive breasts didn't make him a deviant! Where else was he supposed to look?
They were colossal! Even the most advanced implants from his previous life couldn't compare to her natural perfection!
Qingyi had spent months trying to convince his master that he was a wholesome youth, not a degenerate transmigrator from another world.
It had been an exhausting struggle filled with suffering, but the payoff made every moment worth it.
Standing tall, he inspected his new form in a bronze mirror.
'God... I’m even more attractive than the old man promised!' he thought to himself.
He had gained over twenty centimeters in height, now standing at a towering one hundred and ninety centimeters. His gaze had sharpened, and while his face was undeniably masculine, it possessed a refined, delicate quality.
His dark eyes perfectly complemented the black hair that now fell to his shoulders. Beneath his tattered clothes, he could feel the presence of powerful, well-defined muscles.
Even before the ritual, Qingyi hadn't been unattractive, but now he possessed a level of beauty that could captivate any woman with a simple grin.
With a smirk of confidence, Qingyi checked beneath his waistband, marveling at what he saw.
'It has nearly doubled in size!' he noted in shock.
Moving with renewed energy, he changed his attire, donning a snow-white robe identical to his master's.
He wished for a different color, but the hut contained nothing else; it was part of his master's nonsense about how "pure men must only wear white."
After gathering everything of value, Qingyi made ready to depart.
However, before exiting, he spared one last look at the old man's body.
The corpse was slumped in a bizarre position, having fallen from the platform so that its head hit the floor while its rear remained elevated in the air.
"I suppose I should bury him properly..." he sighed, reaching out to move the body.
"Ugh... why is this old fossil so heavy?" he grumbled after his efforts proved futile.
He suddenly felt the aged skin tear beneath his grip and recoiled in immediate disgust.
Despite having died only hours ago, the body looked as though it had been rotting for days.
With a look of pure loathing, Qingyi shook his head.
His attempt to help had only worsened the situation.
The elder was now flat on the floor, face pressed into the damp wood, with his knees bent in a way that left his backside raised suggestively.
"Ugh... that’s good enough..." Fighting back a wave of nausea, Qingyi simply tossed a blanket over the corpse and looked away.
"This disciple thanks the Master for his guidance." He performed a respectful cupped-fist salute before turning to leave.
As he stepped out of the hut, Qingyi was met by two glowing, translucent screens filled with text in a foreign tongue—yet he understood it perfectly.
As he read the words, a smile spread across his face. His period of suffering was over at last...
[Blood of the Corruption Dragon God detected within your body.]
[Do you wish to initialize the Lust System and commence your path of conquest and corruption?]