The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 10 - time to start cultivating

Feiyan’s performance did not escape Qingyi's notice.

Truthfully, it was rather transparent—as she "stumbled," her feet remained balanced on the floor. Even if she had truly tripped, a cultivator at the ninth stage of the Qi Refining Realm would have easily regained their footing.

Nevertheless... he wasn't about to let such a perfect chance slip by.

With a swift motion, his right arm snaked around her hips, sliding past her slender waist until his hand came to rest upon one of her lush breasts.

He showed no restraint, giving the mound a firm, eager squeeze.

Although his hands were large and powerful, even by male standards, that peak of flesh was too massive to be fully contained in his palm. Soft, silken skin surged through the spaces between his fingers as they buried themselves in that sea of tempting flesh.

He used his other hand to brace himself against the table, ensuring he didn't lose his own balance.

[You have indecently touched a woman of much higher cultivation than yours in front of a man who desires her, +15 lust points].

"Mhn~" Feiyan let out a soft, startled gasp.

She felt her senses being overwhelmed by Qingyi’s touch. Her legs pressed together instinctively as a peculiar heat surged up her spine.

"You dare—" A thunderous voice rang through the pavilion, only to be cut short.

Tianming bolted upright, slammed a fist onto the tabletop, and stormed out. The echoes of his enraged footsteps faded into the distance.

Feiyan’s eyes flickered as she watched him depart, realizing her attempt at provocation might have been too successful.

Despite her concern, another moan escaped her when she felt the grip of the powerful hand on her breast tighten further.

"Y-young master Qingyi... your hands..." she stammered, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts as her chest heaved.

Qingyi’s eyes widened in feigned surprise as he pulled away.

"Oh... please forgive me, Miss Feiyan! I acted on pure instinct and didn't realize where my hands had landed..." he claimed, his voice dripping with false innocence as he held his hands up.

"I-it’s fine..." She stood up shakily, smoothing her robes while casting a troubled glance toward the exit where Tianming had vanished.

"I need to speak with him... please, continue without me."

With trembling steps, Feiyan walked away, biting her full lower lip.

Her original plan was merely to tease Qingyi and spark jealousy in Tianming, who had recently decreased his gifts and expressed his intent to take her only as a concubine rather than a wife.

It seemed, however, that everything had backfired...

She couldn't afford to lose Tianming; for an independent cultivator like her, he was her primary source of resources!

Watching the rhythmic sway of Feiyan’s hips and the motion of her ample rear as she retreated, Qingyi gave a deep sigh.

"What is with that woman?" he whispered, shifting his gaze to the monk who remained, Ye Langtian.

The monk seemed oblivious to the recent drama, his palms pressed together in silent prayer.

"Don't trouble yourself with those two, Qingyi; they have always shared this dynamic." Langtian finally opened his eyes, his expression calm and detached.

"One craves the flesh, the other craves the gold. Perhaps it is simply fate." He shook his head slowly before taking a drink of water.

"Indeed... some pairs are truly made for one another," Qingyi sighed, sipping his tea and feeling the Qi circulate through his limbs.

Of course, he wouldn't let things end quite like that.

Qingyi had resolved to exploit Feiyan until every possible lust point was drained from her, though that would wait until they were settled within the Sect.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to him, and he looked up with genuine interest.

"He mentioned his elder sister is a Sect Elder... do you have any information on her?"

"Hm..." The monk paused, stroking his sparse beard thoughtfully.

"Very little, but she shouldn't be a concern for you. She severed ties with her family after refusing an arranged marriage. I doubt she would lift a finger for someone like Tianming."

"I see..." Having exhausted the topic, Qingyi turned his attention back to his food.

It was the finest meal he had tasted in years, yet he felt a nagging sense of dissatisfaction as he reviewed the notifications regarding Feiyan.

[Feiyan’s Lust increased by 1%]

[Feiyan’s lust increased by 3%]

A mere touch on the foot had raised Feixue’s lust by 10%. Why was Feiyan’s progress so agonizingly slow?

After pondering for a moment, he decided the discrepancy was likely due to the gap in their cultivation levels and returned to his meal.

Once finished, he settled the bill and stepped back out onto the broad avenues of Golden Cloud City, with Langtian’s voice trailing after him.

"Exercise caution during the Sect entrance exam. Tianming is a reckless fool, and I won't be there to intervene."

Qingyi paused briefly to offer his thanks to the monk before resuming his trek.

His gaze drifted toward the mountain on the horizon, marked by massive walls and a sprawling network of palaces and pavilions that resembled a city of the gods.

'It would be quite a life to live there...' he mused, looking toward the peak shrouded in a thick mantle of golden clouds.

That was surely the domain of the Elders and Core Disciples, with the Sect Leader presiding over all.

He imagined the vista from such heights before snapping back to the present, focusing on the Thousand Petal Pavilion where cultivators swarmed.

"The Sect selection begins tomorrow... I should prepare," Qingyi murmured, quickening his pace toward an empty service counter.

"Good day, Young Master. How may I assist you?" the attendant asked with a polite smile, sorting through her ledgers.

"I require a high-grade cultivation room suitable for the Qi Refining Realm. I'll be staying until daybreak."

"Ah... getting ready for the Ascending Dragon Sect trials, I assume?" The attendant’s smile brightened as she noted his request.

"That will be fifty silver coins for a night in a high-grade Qi Refining room. You are in room 98 on the second floor." She handed him a key card.

"Thank you..." He paid with a gold coin, pocketed his change, and headed upstairs to the designated door.

He swiped the card against the sensor, and after a moment, the heavy doors swung open to reveal a spacious chamber with pitch-black walls, illuminated by the eerie blue glow of Qi crystals.

He stepped inside, the door shutting behind him with a heavy thud.

Instantly, the outside world was severed; the clamor of the hallways vanished into total silence.

'Excellent soundproofing...' He took a seat in the center of the floor, feeling the surrounding Qi surge in intensity.

Within moments, the density of the air became twenty times richer than the world outside.

Crossing his legs and closing his eyes, he began his cultivation.