A Genius Disciple Under the Forbidden Lust Decree

One day later, at the Purple Lightning Cliff, the deepest part of the Wind-Thunder Secret Realm.

Tang Ping arrived almost by "moving". His once handsome face was swollen like a steamed bun, with bruises piled up on his skin, and his left leg was unnaturally turned outward.

His battle suit had long been torn into rags, stained with blood and dust, and from a distance, he looked like a refugee who had crawled out of a mass grave.

Until I saw that petite black figure on the edge of the cliff.

With a muffled thud, Tang Ping knelt down, his knees striking the hard rock and kicking up dust. His forehead pressed against the cold ground. "Master, your disciple knows his mistake."

On a stone pier at the edge of the cliff, Wind-Thunder Venerable rested his chin on his hand, watching the churning nebulae below.

She was dressed in a sharp-tailored black outfit, the hem of which was embroidered with delicate silver patterns, making her slender, fair legs appear even more prominent. Hearing the noise, she slowly turned her head, revealing a small, doll-like face with long, thick eyelashes and slightly upturned eyes.

Seeing her only apprentice in such a miserable state, her fingers, which were resting on the stone block, curled almost imperceptibly, and the anger she felt for him causing trouble on his own instantly vanished.

Thinking about it carefully, although this kid has already reached the ninth level of the Realm Lord realm, which is an immortal myth in the eyes of mortals, he is just a young boy who has just turned a hundred years old.

If one's mind is not yet fully settled, being seduced by the petty tricks of women in the outside world is not necessarily an unforgivable sin.

Was she really too harsh before?

Having finished his thought, Wind-Thunder Venerable concealed his emotions, his brows furrowing slightly. "Stop playing the victim in front of me. That kind of trick was outdated long before I became a Venerable. Hurry up and heal your injuries, change into some decent clothes, and get back here standing properly."

"Later I'll pick a few opponents for you in the Virtual Universe. If your progress doesn't meet my requirements..." She paused, deliberately emphasizing her words, "For the next thousand years, you won't be allowed to get close to any female life form, not even androids!"

"Whoosh!"

The pale purple Origin Force suddenly surged, flowing like a tidal wave throughout Tang Ping's limbs and bones.

The next moment, the torn flesh healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even his clothes were reshaped by the Origin Force into a crisp black outfit. The previously listless youth instantly straightened his back, his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness, and his aura was as dignified as a drawn sword, showing no trace of his previous disheveled appearance.

"Master, your disciple is ready. Please enlighten me!" He bowed respectfully, his voice louder than usual.

Wind-Thunder Venerable sat on the stone stool, his delicate chin almost losing its aloof curve, the corner of his mouth twitching uncontrollably. So, when I talk about cultivation, you go in one ear and out the other, but when it comes to abstaining from women, you're more concerned than anyone else?

She rolled her eyes inwardly.

Isn't the joy of cultivating to understand the laws and wielding power over the stars more intoxicating than romantic love? This brat has really gone astray!

But then she thought about it again and came up with a good idea: why not set a cultivation KPI for this kid? He could be tested every thousand years, and if he didn't meet the standard, the "Forbidden Lust Decree" would be activated. It would be more effective than any admonition.

Plans in place!

Thinking of this, Wind-Thunder Venerable secretly clenched his fist in his sleeve, a hint of smugness flashing in his eyes.

This kid is still too green; his weaknesses are blatantly obvious. Unlike her back then, who, in order to cultivate both the laws of space and time simultaneously, infuriated her master to the point of blowing her beard and glaring at him. She tried everything, soft and hard tactics, but she was determined not to turn back.

It wasn't until the Space-Time Laws reached their peak and stagnated for hundreds of millions of years that he finally devoted himself to the study of time and ultimately achieved the position of the Time Venerable.

"The Virtual Universe Killing Field have been activated. Let's begin." She composed herself, flicked her finger, and a screen of light appeared before them, containing Tang Ping's virtual avatar.

At first, Wind-Thunder Venerable was nonchalant, tapping the stone block absentmindedly with his fingertips. How much progress could a realm lord who was only a hundred years old, with his mind still wandering and indulging in women, possibly make? At most, he would only be a little faster than ordinary cultivators.

But as she watched, she gradually stopped tapping the stone block, and her eyes widened slightly.

Having faced several opponents in succession, from ordinary realm lords to entry-level realm lords at the ninth rank, Tang Ping's responses became increasingly composed, and he was even able to refine his battle tactics by taking advantage of his opponents' attacks.

When he saw him send a renowned ninth-level Realm Lord cultivator flying with a single sword strike, Wind-Thunder Venerable's lips unconsciously curved upwards.

As expected of me! Among that pile of "stubborn rocks" in the Ganwu Secret Realm, she actually managed to pick out a gem. Her eyes narrowed, and she directly changed her opponent to a veteran powerhouse at the ninth level of the Realm Lord.

The next second, a dazzling light burst forth from the light screen, and Tang Ping actually unleashed the seventh level of the Miao Divine Weapon!

The sword light cascaded down like Galaxy, carrying a faint hint of thunder, forcefully breaking through the opponent's nine layers of defense, truly achieving the One Sword Breaks Ten Thousand Laws.

Wind-Thunder Venerable's expression turned completely serious. She leaned forward slightly, her gaze fixed intently on the light screen. Finally, she changed her opponent to World Lord Rank genius whose strength was comparable to the peak of the Five Great Powers.

When he saw Tang Ping surrounded by a blood-red aura, using the Xueluo Power to forcefully suppress a genius skilled in defense, Wind-Thunder Venerable's brows slowly furrowed.

After an unknown amount of time, the light screen suddenly went dark, and Tang Ping's virtual clone was forced to retreat in a sorry state.

He opened his eyes and immediately looked at his master at the edge of the cliff. The excitement on his face vanished instantly, replaced by trepidation.

His future "sexual happiness" depends entirely on his master's expression.

"You may leave now." Wind-Thunder Venerable didn't look at him, but simply waved his hand, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger.

Tang Ping paused for a moment, scratched his head, and was filled with doubt.

Is Master satisfied or dissatisfied? Why hasn't he shown any reaction?

However, he had no other redeeming qualities; his most important virtue was his respect for his teachers and he never harbored any thoughts of betraying his master or ancestors. He turned and obediently left.

Half an hour later, in the Virtual Universe, at the Universe Galaxy Headquarters.

A colossal continent shaped like a coin floats in the sea of stars, its top topped with a magnificent golden Divine Temple that radiates countless rays of light.

Before the Divine Temple gate, Wind-Thunder Venerable stood obediently, the hem of his black outfit fluttering slightly under the invisible pressure. His originally arrogant face had lost all its sharpness, and even his small hands, which had been hanging at his sides, were neatly folded in front of his abdomen, making him look like a little girl waiting for her teacher to scold her.

"Come in!" A voice as vast as a cosmic bell resounded from within the Divine Temple, causing ripples to spread across the surrounding nebulae.

The next second, two massive gilded doors slowly opened inward, revealing an endless white jade staircase. From the clouds at the top of the staircase, a figure shrouded in golden light could be vaguely seen.

Wind-Thunder Venerable tiptoed, quickly stepped over the threshold, and walked lightly down the white jade steps to stand below the platform.

Head bowed, obedient.

After a while, Lord of Peng Gong's voice came with a hint of laughter. "Little Wind-Thunder, today is a bit strange, you didn't kick the door in like usual. Tell me, what trouble have you caused this time that I have to clean up for you?"

Wind-Thunder Venerable's face flushed slightly. He shuffled his toes on the smooth white jade floor, hesitated for a while, and then finally raised his head, his voice softening slightly. "Master, I took in a disciple in the Ganwu Secret Realm before, named Tang Ping. Do you remember him? This kid..."

"I'm really not sure whether he's a once-in-a-million-epoch genius of the Human Race, a spy sent by Alien Race, or a trap set by someone targeting you or our Human Race. So I hope Master will send someone to investigate him carefully."

It would be painful to raise an ungrateful wretch like Emperor Yan.

After a long silence, Lord of Peng Gong's voice rang out again. "Agreed."