Chapter 1: The Rebellious Disciple Descends the Mountain

Kunlun Mountain Forbidden Grounds.

Within a cavern, a thunderous roar erupted, “Master, I can’t take it anymore, I really can’t!”

“My whole body feels like it’s about to explode!”

“Not good, the boy’s condition is acting up again!” Outside, six elders sat cross-legged, all exuding an immortal air, their presence extraordinary, yet each bore a troubled expression.

“Years ago, when Ye Tian’s heart was gouged out and he was on the brink of death, the six of us combined our strength to give him a dragon’s heart! Though we saved his life, and he has since become prodigiously talented, mastering all our arts, the energy of the dragon’s heart is simply too vast and powerful—he cannot fully control or dissolve it!”

“And now, the attacks are coming more frequently; even we can no longer suppress them!”

“What are we to do? If this continues, Ye Tian will, at best, suffer a crippling deviation in his cultivation, or at worst, die as his body explodes!”

“Hurry, summon the most beautiful women from across the nation. Any who are willing to help Ye Tian resolve the energy within him will be richly rewarded!”

“You old fools, trying to find last-minute solutions—it’s too late!” Just then, amid a clear, ringing voice, a woman swept in, her long dress fluttering like a startled swan.

She was a woman of peerless beauty, graceful and ethereal. “Let me handle this!”

“It’s Seventh Sister! She’s returned!”

“Seventh Sister has mastered the Frost Soul Divine Art; she can restrain Ye Tian’s condition!”

“But with Ye Tian’s current state, can she really hold him back?”

The six elders exchanged glances, worry etched deeply into their faces.

The woman said no more and strode inside.

Within the cave, Ye Tian’s entire body was flushed and swollen, veins bulging, his face twisted in agony as he slammed against the stone walls.

At the sight of her, a glimmer of hope lit his features. “Seventh Master, you’ve come! Help me, please, help me!”

“You brat, pull yourself together!” The woman raised her palm and struck Ye Tian’s chest. Instantly, a surge of ice-cold energy poured into him.

“That feels… so much better…” Ye Tian visibly relaxed, but the relief was short-lived; soon, his face contorted with even greater pain than before.

Suddenly, he seized the woman’s wrist, his eyes flashing with devilish mischief. “Seventh Master, you’re so beautiful…”

“You scoundrel, what are you doing!” The woman blanched, attempting to break free, but her frosty energy melted away.

A searing heat erupted from within Ye Tian, sending her flying.

With a ripping sound, her dress was torn apart, revealing her proud curves and snowy skin to the open air.

“Seventh Master, I want you!” Ye Tian’s eyes blazed, and, like a maddened beast, he lunged at her.

“Finished… Even my Frost Soul Divine Art is useless…” The woman’s face turned as white as snow, and in the next moment, she and Ye Tian became one.

It lasted an entire day and night.

With a thunderous crash, Ye Tian was hurled out of the cave, disheveled and battered.

“He’s out!”

“What happened in there?” The six elders waiting outside cried out in unison.

Ye Tian seemed not to hear them. Scrambling to his feet, he knelt down and bowed deeply. “Seventh Master, your disciple has erred and awaits your punishment!”

As the woman stepped out, her dress in tatters, the six elders’ faces changed. “Seventh Sister, could it be that you—?”

“Silence!” The woman’s beautiful eyes flashed as she glanced at Ye Tian with a touch of coquettishness. “Disciple, this time I can suppress your condition for a month, but after that, I can do no more. You must leave the mountain and seek out your seven senior sisters!”

“They each possess a rare Yin constitution. If you can find them all, there will be a way to fully resolve your predicament!”

“Seven senior sisters?” Ye Tian was surprised to learn he had such sisters. “Where should I find them, Seventh Master?”

The woman shook her head. “It’s been many years since I’ve been in touch with them. I don’t know where they are now.”

“Then do you have any way to contact them, or perhaps a photograph?” Ye Tian pressed.

“None.” The woman looked slightly awkward but then waved her palm. “But it doesn’t matter. This Seven Phoenix Soft Needle is attuned to your seven sisters. When you encounter one of them, the needle will react.”

“What kind of reaction?”

“It will harden.”

“Uh…” Ye Tian was momentarily speechless, feeling that something about this was rather odd.

“Boy, five years ago, your entire Ye family was wiped out. Now that you’re descending the mountain, you will surely seek vengeance. Remember, kill if you must—do not let mercy cloud your judgment!” The six elders gave him stern instructions.

“With the dragon’s heart within you and your unique gifts, few in this world can match you. Do not bring shame upon us!”

“And remember, when you were at death’s door, it was a young girl who carried you on her back for three days and nights to bring you up the mountain. She is pure and kind—when you descend, repay her kindness!”

Ye Tian trembled. “What is her name?”

“Li Muqing.”

“Li Muqing…” Ye Tian whispered, etching the name into his heart. He then kowtowed three times, each one resounding. “Thank you, my seven masters, for granting me life anew. When my affairs are settled, I shall return to serve you for the rest of my days. Your disciple descends the mountain now!”

“Go on!” As the seven watched, Ye Tian’s figure slowly disappeared into the distance.

One of the elders sighed. “Five years… It feels strange seeing him leave.”

“I still wonder if saving him was the right choice,” another murmured.

“Hmph, you old men—since you’ve saved him, why all the endless sighing and indecisiveness? You’re not half as resolute as I am!” The woman chided the six elders sharply.

The elders exchanged awkward glances. “Ahem, to be honest, Seventh Sister, you’re still the most formidable among us.”

“That’s right, Seventh Sister. Though you’re the youngest, you’re the strongest!”

“Seventh Sister…”

“Enough of this,” she snapped impatiently. “He is a true dragon. Once he leaves, he will surely stir the winds and shake the world! As for us, we shall leave it to fate.”

…

Having bid farewell to his masters, Ye Tian sprinted down the mountain.

He was just about to hail a ride by the roadside when a figure came hurtling towards him, crashing solidly into his arms.

“I want it, I want it now…”

A soft, breathy voice reached his ears. Ye Tian looked down to see an exceptional beauty lying in his embrace.

Her eyes were dreamy, her features exquisite, her skin snow-white. Most striking of all, the ample swell beneath her dress seemed barely contained.

“Hurry, please, I want it…” she pleaded, growing more urgent with every word, as though she could wait not a second longer.

Ye Tian sighed inwardly. Five years away from the world, and has society become so open now? Demanding it so directly?

Yet he quickly sensed something was wrong.

The woman’s energy was chaotic, her brow dark; it was the sign of an illness that had penetrated to her very core.

“Miss, you…”

“Scoundrel, unhand my sister!” Just as Ye Tian was about to speak, a sharp voice rang out.

A stunning woman, dressed in a shirt and bearing a strong resemblance to the one in his arms, rushed forward and shoved him away. “You bastard, assaulting someone in broad daylight—are you looking for death?!”