The Dark Young

In a badly illumined room, are three figures. One of the figures is a young man with bright red hair and red eyes. Bulging muscles and wearing a luxurious set of clothing. A large sword lies next to him, showing respect to one of the two figures that are sitting on a large, red color bed.

One of the figures is a half-naked woman. Wearing nothing but light and a see-through nightgown. With short bright red hair and deep red color eyes. The woman's skin is tan in color and full of countless scars from battles he could not even imagen. The person next to her is another woman, Yao Song knows that the woman next to his mother is one of the many wives his mother keeps around.

His mother, Yao Cui is a strong woman who only used her strength to take over the Yao Clan. Relying on no one else but herself, Yao Clan had a history of women never taking the role of clan ruler. In its founding mythos, the male line is said to hold the power of a dead moon god.

But the mythos was proven wrong as his mother awaken that power and easily beat anyone who did not agree with her into submission. Her strong mentality for an individual to prove themselves was passed down to her many offspring, Song being one of them.

He believes he was undefeated and that no one could rule over him, but some random no-clan or sect bastard beat him up in one attack. How could he believe that happen!? He could not bear the such shame and could not face his mother about the defeat. But he could not escape the watchful eyes of his mother as she soon calls for him when he arrives at the clan.

Song knew how all conversations with his mother went, she would not talk to him unless he greets her with the respect she deserves.

"The 5th son of the Wu clan greets his birth mother and 3rd mother."

"You might raise your head child"

The soft voice of his mother enters his ears as he raises his head. Looking at his mother straight into the eyes, something she has engraved into all her offspring. Cui had one of her hands wrapped around the waist of her third wife. Her eyes full of flames of ambition and war pierce Song's very soul. His body shakes in fear and sweats with anxiety.

"You do know why I call you right?"

"Yes, birth mother, I have come to report that I lost the Annual Foundation Tournament in the first round to a clan less and sect less cultivator in one move"

Cui already knew this as she nodded her head along to his little report. She was not mad or disappointed in her son, in fact, if she could take in this cultivator and use him for breeding, she could only imagen how many strong offspring she can make with him.

If he proves his worth enough, she might consider making him her first husband. All the male lovers she has are nothing better than concubines to her. They have not produced with her a strong offspring to take her position. The only offspring, she has some hope for is her 5th son, 1st daughter, and 3rd daughter.

"I take it you try your best to recruit him into our sect and clan?"

"No, I did not mother. I could not bring myself to do such a thing, I want nothing more than to kill that man and regain back my honor"

"Disappointed"

She was not disappointed before, but now she was. Her most promising son could not see past his pride and arrogance to bring into the clan a strong cultivator. She shakes her head as she looks at her son with more intensity, he knew that he was slowly losing favor from his mother.

"You could not even look past your own pride to bring in this cultivator, now for sure, some other clans have gotten hold of him. Pathetic, when I was your age any strong man or woman that beat me, I will bring them under my leadership. Your emotions are getting the better of you. You might be talented, but if you don't continue to practice and improve yourself then your talents will all go to waste"

"Yes, birth mother"

"Ah…what to do with you, go to your room and reconsider what have you done."

She said waving her hand to dismiss her 5th son. Song nods his head and happily leaves his mother alone with her 3rd wife. Whenever one of her offspring, who she bled and cry for when giving birth to, fails she could not help but sadness. But thankfully her beautiful and amazing wives are there to help her calm down.

Song leaves his mother's room as he quickly started to walk toward his own room, happy that his first and third sisters are not in the clan right now. His mother might be forgiving to him, but his sister will bully him to eternity if they see him at this low point of life.

He arrives at a medium-size room. His mother really cares about giving things to those that deserve them and have earned them. He might be talented but his first and third sister inherited a lot more of his mother's and their father's talents than he did. This medium-size room with some privileges is what he has earned after hard work and dedication. But it does not compare to the palaces his sisters have.

"Hello my lord! How did you-"

This fatty servant was met with a punch to the stomach. Making him vomit the contents of his fatty and greasy stomach. Anger is painted across Song's face, he hated being treated like this by his mother, if only he had the talents of that cultivator he would be above his sisters and have everything he ever desires.

But he still feels angry at himself for being so weak and untalented, he needs to vent his anger and the fatty who spoke will be today's punching bag. He hits him with punches and kicks, insults against his very being, and the anger of a thousand suns.

What was left of his fatty servant is a mess of blood, tears, snot, and grease. His soft cries echo in the room, but his anger has finally calmed down. As he slowly goes down on one knee and grabs his servant. His voice is oddly apologetic and soft.

"I am really sorry, please forgive me. You know I get mad sometimes, this won't happen again, correct?"

This is what makes the two servants fear the young master so much. His abuse and sweet words are one and the same. They wish they could escape this nightmare, but they can't. As he would always find them and make things 10 times worse for them. No one will care for a pair of orphans whose parents have died and with no relatives left.

The shaking voice of the spike hair servant enters Song ears.

"My lord, I have news that the cultivator that defeated you is married with the young lady of the Wu clan, Zhihui"

"Really now? haha I have found one of your secrets, everything you have will be mine. Send a letter to the Wu clan asking to talk with their heir. If that bastard is married to one of Wu ladies, then so will I"

Song spoke, with nothing but greed and jealousy in his heart. Whatever Mors had he would have even if it means sacrificing his humanity. The small cracks of corruption appear on the corners of his mind and heart, [The Dark Young] has noticed his emotions and has started to make their moves.

A cultivator must always make sure to never fall to the temptations of corruption. Their one and sole enemy are the corruptions that invade or want to invade this world. As such it is as important to a cultivator to remain incorruptible as it is to gain immortality.