Born with peerless talent, profound looks, and unfathomable strength, Young Master Zhao woke up one day and chose violence. 

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Greetings, Fellow Daoists.

This ancient scripture records the rise of a new Immortal Venerable. The one who defied fate, defiled heaven, and dominated all under the Nine Skies.


They called him mad.
They said he was courting death.
But Young Master Zhao simply smiled and turned the heavens into his mount.


From arrogant Ye Chen to the invincible Yang Kai, every so-called Son of Qi was but an insect crushed beneath his foot, stripped of destiny, reduced to stepping stone for his cultivation path.


In a realm where the strong seize fate and the weak become dust, he was born with everything.


While others pondered why the sun followed them, he was already a Holy Realm powerhouse, tearing through sacred mountains and enslaving ancient dragons with a single flick of his sleeve.

From holy maidens to dragon priestesses,
From Eastern princesses to Western empresses,
From Northern jade maidens to Southern mature elders.
One might count the stars in the heavens,
But not the names in his harem scroll.

If Fellow Daoists still do not know the difference between heaven and earth, then this scripture shall enlighten thou.


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 BE WARNED, FELLOW DAOISTS! 


This is no ordinary scripture. Reading further may shake your Dao heart, weaken your spirit veins, and send your cultivation into irreversible Qi Deviation.

Those beneath the bone age of 18 must avert their eyes, lest they be pulled into a forbidden dual-cultivation realm with no escape.

This scripture contains a potent fusion of Yin and Yang, Male and Female, light and Dark. 

A sacred technique long prohibited by the righteous heavens!

Only those with profound Dao harmony may begin to comprehend its lewd profundity.


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To the Young Masters of prestigious orthodoxy clans, wise sages & hermits, divine emperors, immortal venerables, great elders, profound sect masters, and even the all-knowing constellations:

Support this rebellious scripture against the heavens by donating your Power Stones and Spirit Stones generously,

And let the Lewd Dao rise once more!

It's the fated time for us, the Lewd scholars, Cultured Daoists, Lustful Sages, sinister constellations, debauched emperors and horny Young Masters to stand against the righteous heavens and obtain the true Cultured enlightenment that has been suppressed since the dawn of time. 

For Lustful Dao!!!


The Dao creator: LewdScholar

Available at the celestial sea of Webnovel, if you are seeing this profound scripture somewhere else, then it won't contain any profound might. 

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Also, engraved below is the sacred glyph one must embed into their jade slip to locate the hidden gateway to the Cultural Holy Land:

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Only those with a stable Dao heart and firm Yang essence may survive the trials within.

This Venerable One does not boast idly, but let it be known that, the Cultural Holy Land harbors the greatest treasury of jade maidens’ immoral portraits across all Nine Realms and Thirteen Forbidden Heavens.

From elven saints to beastkin war priestesses, from immoral demonesses to corrupted nuns,
All forms of cultured yin exist here... awaiting worthy dual-cultivation partners.

Fellow daoist, do you have what it takes to be a true dual cultivator? 

Enter only if you dare to cultivate with your soul, body, and lower dantian. 

If not, break your left hand, kowtow 100 times and ROLL!!!

After the crown ascension ceremony, the ceremony that happens every 5 millennia, for ther prince participating for crown.


The lotus garden, blessed by three thousand formations and cloaked in silence, breathed softly under the moonlight. 


Ancient qi pooled around the white petals, reflecting not just the stars, but a peerless, dustless, unparalleled face. 


Zhao Fan sat just near the spiritual pool, in an ornate jade chair, holding a cup with ten-thousand-year-old wine, enjoying the breeze. 


Lady Mei Lian, the concubine of the palace, approached with the grace of falling snow, each step slow, each motion carved from years of navigating palaces where affection was poison and favor, a sharp blade, learning how to utilize those hips and legs on movement creating seductive charm. 


Her son, Prince Wan, followed behind like a faded painting. Pale, sickly, eyes full of bookish softness and hollow pride.


Chapter 58 - The Flashback of crown ascension.