With the Conquest System, I Rise from a Crippled Prodigy to an Invincible Sovereign While Enjoying with My Peerless Beauty Master and Senior Sister - Chapter 1:

Chapter 1: The Disciple Is Going to Be Bold.

Azure Cloud Continent, Eastern Domain.

Inside Linjiang Immortal Tavern, the place buzzed with noise and excitement.

A burly man, face flushed with enthusiasm, stood with one foot on a bench as he spoke animatedly, spittle flying, “Speaking of the Eight Great Beauties of the Eastern Domain, the Mystic Spirit Sect alone holds five! And as the foremost among them, Liu Yuyan is not only as beautiful as a celestial maiden, but her temperament is elegant and transcendent. Her cultivation talent crushes all the geniuses of the Eastern Domain…”

Someone nearby chuckled and cut in, “That’s not quite right, is it? In terms of talent, her disciple Mo Yu far surpasses her.”

The burly man immediately glared and snorted, “Mo Yu’s foundation is shattered now. What comparison is left? His lifespan is probably almost exhausted! Meanwhile, Liu Yuyan stepped into the Divine Transformation Realm after only 800 years of cultivation and now leads the Mystic Spirit Sect as Sect Master. She is truly a once-in-10,000-years heaven’s favored daughter. If I could gain her favor this time…”

Before he could finish, others angrily interrupted him, “You? Look at yourself first before dreaming of Fairy Liu!” “Exactly, a toad dreaming of swan meat. You’ve got some nerve!”

The man swallowed his curse halfway through when he recognized who had spoken. Damn it, every single one of them was someone he couldn’t afford to offend.

Ever since some unknown source spread the rumor that Liu Yuyan intended to find a Dao partner, countless geniuses and powerful figures had been arriving daily to propose marriage.

Although every single one returned disappointed, and the Mystic Spirit Sect publicly declared that their Sect Master had no such intention, the enthusiasm never died down.

Most people believed Liu Yuyan simply hadn’t found anyone worthy yet. Combined with a woman’s natural reserve, it made sense she would deny it outright.

Their thoughts were simple: since so many geniuses and powerful figures failed to catch her eye, maybe… just maybe, she liked someone like them instead.

Unfortunately, while many held such hopeful fantasies, none escaped disappointment. Not a single person who came to propose even caught a glimpse of Liu Yuyan.

No one knew that at this very moment, Liu Yuyan had already taken her disciple—whose foundation had been destroyed—into an Ancient Forbidden Zone.

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“Xiao Yu, don’t come any closer… turn around quickly.”

Inside a desolate cave, a soft, flustered female voice suddenly rang out, urgent and trembling.

“Master, the poison from the Flood Dragon inner core must be expelled. You don’t want to suffer qi deviation, do you?” A young man’s voice carried deep concern.

Within the cave, a woman in a palace dress, her figure graceful and her aura cold yet elegant, had collapsed onto the ground. Her beautiful face was flushed crimson, beads of sweat covering her delicate skin, while her full red lips were bitten into a faint trace of blood. Her clear, ethereal eyes seemed veiled with mist, filled with both shame and struggle.

The most primal urge was growing wildly within Liu Yuyan’s heart… like tender branches in early spring yearning for the gentle touch of the wind.

Her beauty was breathtaking—her figure, her face, her temperament—all unparalleled. A beauty capable of captivating men of all ages.

Mo Yu, young as he was, could not resist either.

Looking at his master’s flawless, alluring body, he felt as though his own body was being scorched by fire, his heartbeat pounding like thunder. He bit the tip of his tongue hard, forcing himself to suppress his wandering thoughts, yet his gaze grew even more anxious.

“Master, this is an emergency. We can’t delay any longer!”

Liu Yuyan looked at her disciple—handsome, resolute, and refined—and a subtle emotion surged uncontrollably in her eyes. Suppressing the burning heat within her, she sighed softly, her face flushed with embarrassment, “Xiao Yu, we can’t do this. Go outside quickly. Don’t let the poison affect you.”

Mo Yu shook his head firmly, “No. At worst… I’ll marry you in the future!”

“You… you’re being ridiculous!” Liu Yuyan’s stunning face flushed even deeper, red as blood. Yet beneath her shy gaze, a flicker of dazed emotion passed through.

Xiao Yu… he seemed to have grown up in the blink of an eye.

When she first brought him back to the sect, he was just a cute little child. And now he dared to harbor thoughts about his master?

Hmph, his courage was growing bigger by the day.

She bit her lip lightly and glared at him through her hazy eyes, yet she couldn’t muster even a trace of anger.

Mo Yu quietly gazed at her, memories rising within him.

300 years ago, he had been an orphan on Blue Star. In an attempt to save a drowning child, he had foolishly jumped into a lake. The child was saved, but he himself sank forever into the depths.

Perhaps the heavens felt his fate shouldn’t end that way. He was reborn into this cultivation world, carrying memories of his past life.

The Mo family he was born into was a powerful local clan. He had loving parents and a younger sister four years his junior.

Gifted from a young age, he quickly earned the affection and attention of the entire clan.

Mo Yu began cultivating at age three, entering the 1st stage Qi Refining Realm in a single day. By seven, he had already reached the late stage of the Qi Refining Realm.

The name of the Mo family’s monstrous genius spread across thousands of kilometers. Everyone believed the Mo family would rise because of him.

But fate seemed determined to make him an orphan again.

The day before his eighth birthday, a group of mysterious figures suddenly attacked the Mo family, slaughtering every last member.

If he hadn’t gone out early to prepare a gift for his mother’s birthday the next day, he would not have escaped.

He would never forget what he saw when he returned home—his ancestral residence engulfed in flames, the ground soaked in blood and littered with corpses.

The attackers were still there at the time. He thought he would die as well.

Yet he felt no fear, only anger and unwillingness.

Those eight years had given him too many precious memories—his loving parents and relatives, his little sister who would chase after him with pastries, calling out for her brother to eat.

Things he had never experienced in his previous life.

Even if he had to die, he wanted to do something for them.

Unfortunately, a child in the Qi Refining Realm was less than an ant before those people.

Just as he was about to be killed with a single strike, a woman as beautiful as a celestial being descended from the sky and slaughtered them all.

He would never forget the first words she said to him, “Child, are you willing to come with me?”

He said nothing, only raised his head and nodded firmly.

From that moment on, the Mystic Spirit Sect gained a peerless genius who shocked the world.

Mo Yu became the sixth direct disciple of Sect Master Liu Yuyan.

At 14, he entered the Foundation Establishment Realm, breaking the sect’s historical record. At 40, he formed his Golden Core, becoming the youngest Golden Core cultivator in the history of the Eastern Domain. At 120, he shattered his core and formed a Nascent Soul, once again dazzling the entire Eastern Domain.

For decades afterward, Mo Yu’s name became an idol among all young cultivators.

At 180, he had already reached the mid-stage Nascent Soul Realm, the undisputed number one genius of the Eastern Domain, with countless followers.

Meanwhile, the geniuses of his generation were still struggling in the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Just when everyone declared that Mo Yu possessed the bearing of an immortal, disaster struck.

During one training expedition, he was ambushed by mysterious experts. His Great Dao foundation shattered, and his cultivation fell from the mid-stage Nascent Soul Realm to the early stage Foundation Establishment Realm.

If not for his grand-uncle master sacrificing his own foundation to save him, Mo Yu would have been reduced to bones long ago.

Even so, despite the sect exhausting all its resources and Mo Yu cultivating in seclusion for 100 years, his foundation could not be repaired.

His cultivation stagnated, and his lifespan dwindled.

Thus, in the final year of his life, Liu Yuyan brought him to this Ancient Forbidden Zone, seeking a last sliver of hope.

Yet the moment they entered, they encountered a mid-stage Divine Transformation Realm flood dragon.

Although they barely escaped after a fierce battle, Liu Yuyan was poisoned by the dragon’s inner core.

Dragon nature is inherently lustful, and the poison from its inner core is especially potent.

If not expelled within one hour, it would inevitably lead to qi deviation.

And the only way to remove it… was through union between man and woman.

Liu Yuyan naturally understood all of this.

But… Xiao Yu was her disciple. How could she do such a shameful thing with him?

At this moment, her breathtaking face—capable of captivating every man in the Eastern Domain—was filled with both shame and struggle.

Reason and shame warred against desire and survival.

How was she supposed to choose?

Her body felt as though it were burning. Her eyes grew unfocused, her heartbeat accelerating. The trembling deep within her soul was consuming her rationality entirely.

“Xiao Yu… your master… is so hot…” Liu Yuyan murmured softly, her eyes closed as her body collapsed limply onto the ground.

Her flushed face turned an unnatural purplish hue, her expression dazed and pained. Her long, smooth legs were completely exposed to the air, while her fair hands tugged restlessly at her clothes.

Mo Yu’s heart jolted, “Not good, the poison is flaring up!”

Without hesitation, he rushed forward.

“Master… your disciple… is going to be bold!”