The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 1 - 01 - Finally, freedom!

"Long Qingyi, my sole disciple, you must etch my teachings into your memory." An elderly voice reverberated inside a modest hut.

The speaker perched on a stone dais, resting his wrinkled palms against the back of a young man.

"That bloodline aims to corrupt you, tempting you with the might to rule over every affinity and..." The elder halted, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

"All the beauties across the world..." He finished, averting his reddened face.

"Yet resist those lures. Do not yield to such alluring promises." He infused more force into his tone.

"I’ve forsaken the cultivation path, and you must do the same. I understand it’s tough, yet you have to forgo your prospects for the world’s sake."

He pressed on, oblivious to how Qingyi’s face grew stormier with each phrase.

"Preserve your purity, and once you’re set to depart this realm, seek a fitting disciple ready to uphold this way and stop that unholy bloodline from evil clutches."

"Yes, master, I won’t disappoint you, and I’ll keep the world from corruption!" Qingyi replied, his voice soft and innocent, bringing a grin to the elder’s lips.

He had truly discovered a praiseworthy disciple.

After a short reflection, the old man shook his head.

He wished to instruct Qingyi further, letting his valued pupil attain at least the foundation realm prior to compelling him to relinquish it all, yet time slipped away too fast.

Facing imminent death, he had to pass on his bloodline and constitution without delay.

"Time to start. It’ll sting a bit, but stay resilient." The old man instructed.

"I’ll endure, master!" Qingyi affirmed with a nod.

The next moment, the youth sensed the chilly, shriveled hands on his back heating up.

Abruptly, his sixth-stage Qi Refinement cultivation crumbled, and every cell within him howled in torment.

Qingyi struggled to part his lips, desperate to wail and sob, yet he remained unable.

Qi erupted in the chamber, the earth trembled, and his form rose into the air as the master’s full power surged into him.

"Remain aware, don’t pass out!" His master’s booming command yanked him from the agony, prompting him to grit his teeth and fight back with utmost resolve.

Hours dragged by until the surrounding atmosphere settled, and he tumbled to the ground.

"Crap..." Qingyi muttered, rising unsteadily.

He quickly realized his garments straining against his frame, nearly ripping apart.

With a heavy breath, he peered out from the hut.

They had commenced in the afternoon, yet dawn had already broken the following day.

Spinning back, Qingyi faced the still form of his deceased master. The eyes stared blankly, devoid of life, with no rise or fall on his chest.

After a slight pause, Qingyi snatched a stick from the floor.

"Master... are you still alive?" He prodded the corpse with it, first at the chest, then the face.

Applying more pressure, his heart skipped as the elder’s body keeled over backward.

"He’s gone..." Qingyi clamped his hand over his mouth, shock flooding his features before he exploded into wild laughter.

"Fucking finally! Freedom at last!" He bellowed, brushing off the tears welling in his eyes. Twelve years of torment had ended!

His existence had been harsher than street life or slaving away as an office drone on Earth, toiling endlessly under watchful eyes.

That cursed geezer had nearly castrated him merely for glancing too long at a senior sister!

Qingyi was just ten then! How could the old fool detect wickedness in a kid’s innocent look at his kind senior sister?!

Staring at those enormous breasts didn’t make him a lech! What other spot deserved attention?

Those gigantic orbs were immense! Even top-tier implants from his previous life paled against her flawless naturals!

Qingyi endured months proving to his master his pure-hearted nature, no lecherous otherworlder.

The ordeal was grueling, filled with pain, but every struggle paid off.

Rising, he inspected his image in a bronze mirror.

’Gods... I’m handsomer than master predicted!’ he marveled inwardly.

He had shot up over twenty centimeters, hitting one meter ninety tall. His gaze sharpened, and his masculine yet refined face shone.

Dark eyes complemented shoulder-length black hair. Beneath his garb, chiseled, potent muscles rippled.

Qingyi hadn’t been unattractive pre-ritual, but now his allure could conquer any woman’s soul with one grin.

Flashing a smug smile, Qingyi checked below his waistband, marveling at the discovery.

"It’s nearly doubled!" he thought in awe.

Striding with glee, he donned fresh attire, a pristine white robe mirroring his master’s.

He longed to switch the hue, but the hut held only such garments, tied to his master’s drivel: "Pure men wear only white."

Qingyi gathered all useful items meticulously and readied to depart the hut.

Pausing at the threshold, he eyed the old man’s remains.

The body lay awkwardly, toppled from the dais, head mashed into the dirt, back on the platform, rear thrust upward.

"I ought to bury him properly..." he exhaled, seizing the corpse to shift it.

"Ugh... why’s this jerk so damn heavy?" He grumbled after failed tugs.

Then the withered skin yielded beneath his grip, making him recoil in disgust.

Though dead only that night, the body looked days-rotted.

Grimacing in loathing, Qingyi shook his head.

He’d only worsened it.

Now the elder sprawled face-first on the floor, visage buried in soggy planks, knees buckled provocatively lifting his rear.

"Ugh... this’ll suffice..." Qingyi battled revulsion, draping a blanket over the form while averting his gaze.

"This disciple thanks master for every lesson." He balled his fists in salute before exiting.

Stepping outside, two glowing screens appeared before Qingyi, displaying odd script he comprehended flawlessly.

Staring at them, he grinned. His ordeal had concluded...

[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?]