Beautiful Master and Gu Family’s Young Master’s Heart Breaks and Another Protagonist Information .
The Book of Reincarnation dissolved into motes of golden light and vanished into Tian’s mind.
He felt it settle deep within his consciousness, its ancient pages waiting to be read, its power humming like a second heartbeat.
Lu Tianyi looked down at him, her mismatched eyes—one gold, one purple—still glistening with tears of joy.
Her voice was gentle, almost hesitant, as if she feared this moment might shatter like a dream.
“Little Tian…
would you like to become my disciple?” Tian looked up at her.
The distortion was still hiding her face, but he had already seen what lay beneath.
He nodded without hesitation.
“Yes, Master.” Lu Tianyi’s smile was radiant.
Even through the concealment, her joy was palpable.
Then, to Tian’s surprise, she raised her hand and dismissed the distortion entirely.
Her true face was revealed to everyone in the banquet hall.
Gasps echoed through the chamber.
The guests stared at the Wandering Immortal, who had hidden her appearance for millions of years, now standing before them with her face bare.
Her hair—split perfectly down the middle, gold on the left and purple on the right—cascaded past her hips.
Her features were both charming and gentle, a beauty born of duality and tempered by eons of solitude.
“I don’t want my disciple to think his master is hiding from him,” she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of vulnerability.
“A master and disciple should have trust.” Tian’s eyes widened with genuine admiration—only partly feigned.
“Master, you’re so beautiful!” Lu Tianyi’s pale cheeks flushed faintly.
“You flatter me, little disciple.” “It’s not flattery!
It’s the truth!” The Wandering Immortal laughed, and the sound was warm and bright.
The other five Immortals exchanged pleased glances.
Long Shen clapped Lu Tianyi on the shoulder with enough force to stagger a lesser being.
“Sister Lu!
Finally!
After all these years!” “She’s smiling,” Zhou Yuelin observed, her crimson eyes sparkling.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Sister Lu smile like that.” “Little Tian is good for her,” Ling Mingyue added.
Su Yiyan nodded.
“Excellent investment for sister Lu .” — While the Immortals celebrated, Tian’s attention was drawn elsewhere.
A very fat young man had approached the table where his fiancées were sitting.
He had an honest, simple face—the kind of face that seemed incapable of deceit.
But his eyes were fixed on Lin Yueyao with an expression that made Tian’s instincts flare.
‘System,’ he thought, his mental voice cold, ‘scan him.’ [Scanning…] A panel appeared: — NAME: Wang Pang TITLE: Young Master of the Wang Family (Ancient Descent) CULTIVATION REALM: Nascent Soul Realm PHYSIQUE: None notable LUCK VALUE: Blue ROLE: Supporting Character SCRIPT: In the original fate, Wang Pang was destined to be the loyal best friend and number one supporter of the protagonist the protagonist of the story ‘I Am Invincible Since Becoming the Dao Companion of the Yaochi Holy Maiden.’ Genius flow type protagonist who starts weak and gradually builds power.
This protagonist possesses the Pure Yang Dao Body, the Supreme Double Pupils (ranked in the top ten of Dao Bodies), and the Ancient Sacred Body.
His Pure Yang Body is the most powerful of his physiques.
If he dual cultivates with the Yaochi Holy Maiden many times, his Pure Yang Body may evolve into an Immortal Body.
— Tian’s blood ran cold.
Then hot.
Then scalding.
‘His Pure Yang Body…
can evolve into an Immortal Body if he dual cultivates with Yueyao?!’ [Correct, Host.
The synergy between Pure Yang and Ice Moon is nearly perfect.
Their physiques are complementary.
In the original script, their union would have elevated both to unprecedented heights.] ‘And this fat pig…
he’s that protagonist’s future best friend?’ [Yes, Host.
Wang Pang would have been the protagonist’s most loyal supporter.
The comic relief.
The eternal believer.
He would have helped the protagonist pursue Lin Yueyao, running errands and providing encouragement.] Tian’s killing intent surged.
His heart was a furnace of cold fury, but his face remained perfectly serene.
Fourteen years of being doted on by the most powerful women in the realm had taught him how to smile while contemplating murder.
‘You fat pig,’ he thought, his mental voice venomous.
‘You will die like the animal you are.
Your protagonist brother will not know how you died .
And you…
you will be food for worms before the week is out !!
‘ But before he could act on his rage, someone else drew his attention.
— Gu Tianxing rose from his seat.
The young master of the Gu Clan straightened his golden robes.
His face was composed, confident.
He had rehearsed this moment a hundred times in his mind.
The words were perfect.
The timing was perfect.
The logic was irrefutable.
He walked toward Lin Yueyao with measured steps.
The banquet hall fell silent.
Conversations died mid-sentence.
Chopsticks paused in mid-air.
Every eye in the chamber turned toward the young master who was approaching the table of the four fiancées with obvious intent.
Lin Yueyao’s silver eyes narrowed.
Mo Yurou’s hand drifted toward her dagger.
Mei Lian’s massive chest heaved with indignation.
Wu Jing’s crimson eyes went cold.
They all feel he is not here with good intentions.
Gu Tianxing stopped before them.
He bowed—a deep, respectful bow that was technically flawless.
“Holy Maiden Lin,” he said, his voice carrying through the silent hall with practiced affection.
“I have admired you from afar for many years.
Your beauty, your grace, your strength—they have captured my heart completely.
I can no longer remain silent.” He straightened and looked directly at her.
“I have fallen in love with you.
I wish to marry you.” Gasps rippled through the hall.
Gu Tianxing turned to Lin Qingwan, the Holy Lord of the Yaochi Holy Land, and bowed again.
“Holy Lord Lin, I humbly request your approval of this union.
The Gu Clan and the Yaochi Holy Land—an alliance between two forbidden forces would benefit us both greatly.” The hall erupted in whispers.
“Did he just—?!” “The young master of the Gu Clan, confessing in public—” “Doesn’t he know—?” “Who does he think he is?!” Tian’s sisters, seated at the long table nearby, had murder in their eyes.
Qin Yuxuan’s silver gaze was arctic.
Long Xia was cracking her knuckles.
Zhou Lingxi’s fangs were showing.
Ling Xing looked ready to leap across the table.
Su Lan was already calculating the economic damage of a potential war with the Gu Clan but she doent care about consequences she now wants to calculate how to inflict more pain to him .
“How dare he,” Ling Xing hissed.
“How dare he try to steal our brother’s fiancée!” “Sister Lin should freeze his tongue,” Ling Yue murmured, her serene voice carrying an edge of divine wrath.
“Freeze his everything and make him an ice statue and break him to pieces ,” Long Xia corrected.
Qin Yuxuan said nothing.
Her silence was more terrifying than any threat.
Her eyes were filled with killing intent .
Lin Qingwan’s face was a mask of displeasure.
The other mothers—Qin Mei, Long Yue, Zhou Meng, Ling Xue, Su Meiyao—all wore expressions ranging from cold fury to icy disdain.
Even the usually playful Mo Qingwu had gone still, her purple eyes sharp as daggers.
But before Lin Qingwan could speak, Gu Tianxing continued.
“Holy Lord, you must understand the strategic value of this alliance.
The Yaochi Holy Land and the Gu Clan united—we could support each other in any circumstance.
If danger ever arose, we would advance and retreat together.
We would be stronger together than apart.” The implication hung in the air like poison.
If danger ever arose.
We would advance and retreat together.
He was suggesting—politely, indirectly, but unmistakably—that the five allied clans might betray the Yaochi Holy Land.
That Lin Qingwan needed protection from the very forces she had befriended.
That the Gu Clan was a safer ally than Tian’s family.
The hall went absolutely silent.
Even the Immortals’ expressions flickered with displeasure.
The Gu Clan elders who had accompanied their young master broke into cold sweats.
Their faces went pale, then grey.
They knew—they Knew—what their foolish young master had just implied.
He was not merely pursuing a woman.
He was sowing discord between forbidden forces.
He was suggesting that the five allied clans were not trustworthy because who else can threaten a forbidden force except another forbidden force and 1 is not enough at least three forbidden forces need to attack at the same time or it would be mutual destruction .
This was not about romance anymore .
This was political and real life suicide.
But Gu Tianxing stood tall, his expression confident.
He truly believed what he had said was reasonable.
He was the young master of a forbidden force.
Who would dare to harm him?
His logic was sound.
His proposal was logical.
Surely, once everyone calmed down, they would see the wisdom in his words.
He was a frog at the bottom of a well, and he had no idea how vast the sky truly was.
Even if he is the young master of a forbidden he is stupid and he will pay for his stupid actions.
— Tian’s anger erupted as he could no longer hold on .
He didn’t scream.
He didn’t shout.
He simply raised his hand, and the Immortal Binding Rope shot forth.
The golden rope moved like lightning, faster than thought, faster than any cultivator in the hall could react.
It wrapped around Gu Tianxing’s neck with a savage snap, and the young master’s confident expression vanished in an instant.
His eyes bulged.
His hands clawed at the rope.
His cultivation—Quasi-Great Emperor realm—was sealed instantly, completely, as if it had never existed.
“Ghk—!” Gu Tianxing choked.
“Wh—what—!” The rope lifted him into the air.
His feet kicked uselessly.
His face began to turn colors—red, then purple, then a hideous shade of blue.
Tian’s voice was calm.
Terrifyingly calm.
“Do you think,” he said, “that because I am young, you can do whatever you want in front of me?” The Immortal Binding Rope obeyed its master’s will.
It swung Gu Tianxing through the air and smashed his face into the floor.
The floor was made of immortal-grade materials.
It did not crack.
Gu Tianxing’s face did and it did very good way .
CRACK.
Blood sprayed across the white jade.
Teeth scattered like dropped pearls.
The young master’s scream was cut short as the rope lifted him and slammed him down again.
CRACK.
And again.
CRACK.
And again.
SMASH.
SMASH.
SMASH.
The sound of flesh meeting immortal stone echoed through the silent hall.
The guests watched in frozen horror.
No one moved.
No one spoke.
Even the Immortals simply observed, their expressions unreadable.
The Gu Clan elders finally broke from their paralysis.
They surged forward, their auras flaring— All of you Kneel down now .
A single cold kneeling order from Qin Rou stopped them in their tracks.
The Rakasha didn’t move.
She didn’t even look at them.
But her words carried the weight of absolute authority, and the Gu Clan elders crashed to their knees as if mountains had been dropped on their shoulders.
Their cultivation pressed down.
Their bones creaked.
Their hearts trembled.
“Please!” one elder gasped.
“Please, spare our young master!
We beg forgiveness!
We beg—!” But Tian did not stop hearing there begging .
He continued smash him like how hulk had smashed loki this look even more funny Beacuse it’s a child beating a adult man with a rope .
SMASH.
SMASH.
SMASH.
When he finally lifted the rope, Gu Tianxing’s face was unrecognizable.
His once-handsome features had been reduced to a ruin of blood and shattered bone.
His lips were torn.
His nose was flattened.
Most of his teeth were scattered across the floor, and several had been driven so deep into his gums that only bloody sockets remained.
His eyes, swollen nearly shut, could barely open.
He was alive only because his body was that of a Quasi-Great Emperor.
A lesser cultivator would have died ten impacts ago.
The Gu Clan elders were terrified.
They had already sent emergency spiritual messages to their family head, begging for intervention.
— Far away, in the ancestral halls of the Gu Clan, the family head received the message.
His face went white.
His wife, standing beside him, read the message over his shoulder and nearly collapsed.
“Our son—our ONLY son—!” “I know!” the clan head shouted.
He turned and ran—not walked, ran—toward the ancestral land.
His feet pounded against ancient stone.
His heart hammered against his ribs.
He burst into the sacred chamber and threw himself to his knees before the sealed door.
“Ancestor!
Ancestor, please!
My son—my foolish, idiot son—he has offended the young master of the five allied clans!
The Rakasha is there!
Please, Ancestor, save him!” There were Silence for a few sceonds .
Then the door opened.
An ancient man stepped out.
His hair was white as bone.
His face was lined with the weight of millions of years.
His eyes held the weariness of someone who had seen too many foolish descendants make too many foolish mistakes.
He sighed.
“Did I not tell you?” His voice was quiet, but it carried the weight of absolute authority.
“Did the old men not say to you—do not provoke those five families?
Do you understand what you have done?
You may have started an Immortal War.” The clan head’s face went from white to grey.
Sweat poured down his forehead.
“A-Ancestor, I know my son is stupid.
I know he has committed a grave offense.
But he is my only child.
My wife—she will not survive losing him.
Please.
I beg you.” The Ancestor looked at his descendant.
He saw the fear.
The desperation.
The love of a father for his idiot son.
He sighed again.
“I will go.
But understand this—I may not return.
The Rakasha is not someone even I can oppose.” He vanished into the void heading to the qin family .
— The Immortal Ancestor of the Gu Clan materialized in the Qin family’s banquet hall.
He was an old man, ancient beyond reckoning.
His cultivation was at the Immortal Realm, and his presence alone would have made any other force in the Primordial Realm kneel.
But here, surrounded by six Immortals—one of whom was the Rakasha herself—he was simply an old man who had walked into a tiger’s den.
He looked at the scene.
The young master of his clan, his face a bloody ruin, hanging from a golden rope like a piece of meat.
The elders of his clan, kneeling and trembling.
The guests, watching in frozen silence.
And at the center of it all, a fourteen-year-old boy with cold eyes.
He sighed.
“Junior Qin.
This old man begs your forgiveness.
Will you spare my clan’s foolish young master?
This old man offers compensation—one Emperor Grade Dao Treasure and ten Saint Grade Dao Treasures.” Tian turned to look at him.
His eyes were still cold.
His voice was still calm.
“And if I refuse?” The Gu Clan Ancestor’s heart trembled.
Before he could answer, Qin Rou spoke.
“Gu Zhen.” Her voice was soft.
Terrifyingly soft.
“Do you wish to start an Immortal War?” The Gu Clan Ancestor—Gu Zhen—felt sweat bead on his ancient forehead.
He remembered the Rakasha.
He had seen her fight in the ancient wars.
He had watched her single-handedly kill three Immortals without breaking a sweat.
She was not merely an Immortal.
She was the Immortal.
The one even other Immortals feared.
“No, Senior Rakasha,” he said, his voice humble.
“I do not.
But this child is the only son of my clan head.
Please.
Spare him.
I will pay any price.” Tian looked at the bloody, ruined face of Gu Tianxing.
Even through the swelling and the gore, he could see the traces of handsomeness that had once been there.
This man’s mother must have been beautiful to produce such a face.
And a plan formed in Tian’s mind.
‘The son’s crime will be paid by his mother,’ he thought coldly.
‘If she is as beautiful as I suspect…
she will join my slave collection .
And the Gu Clan will become another resource for me to exploit .
This is the villain’s way.
This is my justice.’ ‘You wanted to steal my qin tians woman I will steal everone of your clans beautiful woman including your mother’ qin tian thought.
And if the mens wives and family’s members woman he has taken as slaves heard what he was thinking they might have crawled out of there grave in the xia dyansty and say shameless thief .
Oh wait there isn’t a body’s left they were burned so ignore me .
[Fu~Fu~ Host your so bad but I like it ].
Qin tian doesn’t answer her .
“Very well,” Tian said.
“I accept your compensation, Senior Gu.” Relief flooded the Gu Clan Ancestor’s face.
He produced the treasures—one Emperor Grade Dao Treasure and ten Saint Grade Dao Treasures—and handed them to a waiting maid.
Then he quickly fed his descendant a healing pill.
Gu Tianxing’s cultivation returned, and his wounds began to close.
His face, though still bruised and swollen, regained some semblance of humanity.
But when he looked at Tian, there was terror in his eyes.
Pure, absolute terror.
The arrogance was gone.
The confidence was shattered.
He had been beaten like a dog in front of the entire realm, and he knew—he knew—that he had only survived because Tian had allowed it or else he would have died .
Tian turned to address the hall.
His voice was calm, but it carried to every corner.
“Let this be a lesson.
Does anyone else wish to covet my fiancée?” The hall was silent.
Lin Qingwan stepped forward.
Her voice was cold and clear.
“The Yaochi Holy Maiden, Lin Yueyao, is engaged to Young Master Qin Tian.
She has been engaged to him since she was thirty-seven years old.
Any who harbor thoughts of pursuing her will face the wrath of the Yaochi Holy Land.” Mo Qingwu stepped forward as well.
“The Shadow Pavilion’s Young Miss, Mo Yurou, is also engaged to Young Master Qin Tian.
She she was engaged to him when young master qin was a child Let this be known throughout the realm.” The guests absorbed this information with growing shock and terror. This chapter was copied from novelping . com without permission.
The young master of the five allied clans was not merely the heir of five forces.
He was also the fiancé of the future leaders of the Yaochi Holy Land and the Shadow Pavilion.
Seven forbidden forces.
He had the backing of seven forbidden forces.
The Gu Clan Ancestor wiped his brow.
If an Immortal War had truly started…
his family would have been erased from existence.
— A voice broke the silence.
“Young Master Qin.” Everyone turned.
A fat, chubby young man was bowing with his hands clasped toward Tian.
His face was honest and simple.
His eyes held a strange, almost fanatical light.
It was Wang Pang.
“I don’t think you and the Holy Maiden of Yaochi are well matched,” he said confidently .
The hall went even quieter than before.
The Wang family elders—those who had accompanied the young master—felt their souls leave their bodies.
Their faces went grey.
Their legs gave out.
Tian’s expression didn’t change.
His voice was almost conversational.
“Oh?
And what do you think I should do?” “I think you should break the engagement.
and Free her.
She deserves someone better.
Someone more worthy.” Wang Pang said in confidence like he is telling the truth .
Tian didn’t get angry.
He was genuinely marveling at the sheer audacity of this fat pig.
‘Is he stupid or brave?’ he wondered.
‘How can someone be this oblivious?’ Sensing what are Host about to ask .
[Host its not even the protagoint halo this Wang peng is just an idiot.
] the system replied.
Lin Yueyao rose from her seat.
Her silver eyes were colder than the void between stars.
Her voice, usually so controlled, trembled with barely contained fury.
“Why do you say that?” Wang Pang turned to her with a simple, earnest expression.
“Holy Maiden, I believe there is someone out there more worthy of you.
Someone destined to be with you.
Young Master Qin is not that person.” And Wang ping sealed his fate .
Killing intent radiated from Lin Yueyao.
The temperature around her dropped so sharply that frost formed on the table.
The guests nearest to her shivered and drew back.
“Guards,” she said, her voice ice.
“Take this man away.
Death by a thousand cuts.
Apply pain amplification medicine so he feels every single slice.” The Qin family beautiful guards moved instantly.
Their hands, wrapped in spiritual energy so they wouldn’t have to touch the fat pig directly, seized Wang Pang and dragged him away.
A dirty cloth was stuffed into his mouth to muffle his screams.
Tian watched him go.
Then he turned to Mo Qingwu.
“Auntie Mo.” “Yes, little Tian?” The Shadow Pavilion Mistress’s voice was warm, as if he hadn’t just nearly beaten a man to death.
She had done even worse things .
“I want the Wang family to vanish from the realm.
Every last one of them.” Qin tian said sweetly .
Mo Qingwu’s purple eyes sparkled.
“Consider it done.” And she hugged him and placed his face in her big brest .
The Wang family elders screamed.
They tried to beg.
They were dragged away like their young master, dirty cloths silencing their pleas.
note: Some might wonder why Tian didn’t order the Wang family’s women captured.
The answer is simple.
The System informed him that the Wang family’s men had…
unusual tastes.
They liked very fat women.
The fatter, the better.
When Tian heard this, his mouth twitched.
‘As expected of the number one henchman of a protagonist,’ he thought.
‘How could they have normal taste in women?
If they did, they wouldn’t be the protagonist’s loyal dog.’ So the Wang women were not captured.
They were simply…
eliminated alongside their men.
— The banquet continued, though the atmosphere had shifted.
The beautiful women in the hall—the holy maidens, the clan princesses, the young geniuses—all gazed at Tian with stars in their eyes.
His dominating presence.
His cold fury.
His absolute refusal to tolerate any threat to what was his.
He was so charming.
So powerful.
So cute.
“He’s perfect,” one holy maiden whispered to another.
“Did you see how he defended his fiancées?” Another one said.
“I wish someone would defend me like that…” “I wish HE would defend me like that…” The Maiden Calamity Body pulsed.
The women’s hearts fluttered and they all wanted to have qin tian .
The Gu Clan Ancestor quietly withdrew, taking his traumatized descendant with him.
Before he left, he turned to the Gu Clan elders and spoke in a voice that brooked no argument.
“Never offend that young master again.
I have seen many monsters in my millions of years.
That boy…
he is not merely talented.
He is not merely powerful.
He is murderous.
And he has the backing of seven forbidden forces.
Cross him again, and I will kill you myself before he gets the chance.” The the person he said he would kill was the gu family’s young master but also the elders The elders nodded frantically.
They had learned their lesson but that could not be said about there young master .
— The banquet ended the following day.
Guests departed in waves, their ships rising into the sky like a migration of metallic birds.
The young ladies from the various forces were reluctant to leave.
They clustered around Tian, their eyes wide and hopeful.
“Here.
Take these.
You can contact me whenever you want.” The women accepted the stones like sacred relics.
Their faces glowed with happiness.
They left with lighter steps and warmer hearts, already planning what to say in their first message.
Qin tian had to sighed at powerful effect of his maiden calamity body or how else would this arrogant ladies adore him this much .
Didn’t anyone see how they treat other male like they are ants but qin tian is happy .
— Finally, the hall was quiet.
Only family remained.
Lu Tianyi approached her new disciple.
Her face was still bare, her mismatched eyes soft.
“Little Tian.
Are you ready to begin your cultivation?” Tian looked up at her.
At her beautiful face.
At her dual-colored hair.
At her graceful, powerful body.
And at her magnificent thighs—white and soft and perfect, visible through the silk of her robes.
He lunged forward and wrapped his arms around those thighs.
What he wanted to do .
“Master!” he cried, pressing his cheek against the warm, smooth silk.
“I’m ready!
Teach me everything!” Lu Tianyi’s face went from pale to pink to crimson in the space of a heartbeat.
“L-Little Tian!
What are you doing —” “Your thighs are so soft, Master!
So comfortable!
I could stay here forever!” “You—you can’t just—” “I love my Master’s thighs!
Nobody can stop me from hugging them!” Qin tian said with great determination like he was saying some grand truth The five Immortal ancestors stared.
Then Long Shen burst out laughing, her muscular but beautiful body shaking with mirth.
Zhou Yuelin clutched her stomach.
Ling Mingyue hid a smile behind her hand.
Su Yiyan nodded as if this were a perfectly logical .
Qin Rou simply shook her head, a fond smile on her ancient lips.
Lu Tianyi looked down at the boy wrapped around her legs.
Her heart—which had been cold and lonely for millions of years—melted completely.
‘He’s so cute,’ she thought, her blush fading into a helpless smile.
‘My disciple is so adorable.
I must protect him.
I must teach him.
I must…’ She reached down and gently patted his head.
“Alright, little disciple.
You may hug your master’s thighs.
But only for a little while.
Then we begin your training.” “YES!” Tian cheered, pressing his face deeper into the soft silk.
The Maiden Calamity Body pulsed.
The Aura of Genius radiated.
And Lu Tianyi, the Wandering Immortal who had walked alone for millions of years, felt her heart open to a fourteen-year-old boy who was destined to become the greatest villain the Primordial Realm had ever known.
[The Host has successfully acquired an Immortal Master and her thighs.
This system congratulates the Host on his continued success.] ‘System, this is the greatest day of my life.’ [The Host says that every day.] ‘Every day is the greatest day of my life.’ […Fair point.] The sytem said with a smile that qin tian couldn’t see .
— END OF CHAPTER 16