The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 427 - Aeryn Silverveil

The elven woman’s lips moved, but no language recognizable to Qingyi emerged.

A melodic, rapid, and hauntingly beautiful chant filled the air just before a sharp instinct of mortality seized the handsome young man. Reacting instantly, he jerked his torso sharply to the side.

The elf's hands moved with such velocity they became a mere blur. Her blade ignited in a flash, executing a slash so swift that Qingyi could only track its trajectory thanks to his draconic eyes.

The strike was devoid of sound or immediate wreckage. There was only a fleeting, silent motion followed by the rush of a biting wind.

A moment later, the iron bars standing behind Qingyi split apart. Far in the distance, massive trees suffered the same fate; their thick trunks were severed by a flawless cut, crashing heavily to the earth.

"Ah... it has been quite some time since I was greeted with such passion..." Qingyi remarked, a faint, composed smile playing on his lips.

The elven woman, however, didn't spare him another glance, immediately shifting her focus toward Ruxue.

Much to Qingyi’s amazement, the warrior instantly bowed her head in a gesture of deep respect.

"I offer my salutations to the divine spirit... this humble one is known as Aeryn Silverveil." Her voice was soft, carrying a noble and refined grace.

It was precisely the tone Qingyi imagined for such an elven beauty: feminine, sweet, and perfectly poised without appearing forced.

Every syllable was flawlessly articulated, delivered with a simple yet elegant cadence.

With a calm expression, he summoned her status window.

[Name: Aeryn Silverveil Age: 23 Corruption: 0/100 Chastity: Intact Lust: 3% Talent: Great Genius Reward: Extremely high Spiritual roots: None/Immortal Level Mana Heart Mana Manipulation: Ninth Ring Traits: Faithful, high elven royal blood, arrogant noble, daughter of nature, non-human common sense, unique sense of humor.]

She was exactly as he suspected—a quintessential, haughty high elf. Exhaling a soft sigh, he turned his attention back to Ruxue.

The spirit beauty felt a wave of bewilderment at the profound reverence shown by this stranger she had never encountered before.

She was particularly startled that Aeryn had identified her true nature as a spirit. While she was aware that elves held spirits in high regard—especially nature spirits like herself—the recognition was still unexpected.

Ruxue prepared to speak, but Aeryn beat her to it.

"Divine spirit, is this human male your captor? Shall I strike him down to secure your freedom?"

"I warned you this auntie was terrifying..." the young girl whispered against Ruxue’s chest, quickly shielding her eyes from Aeryn’s piercing stare.

Upon hearing the elf's question, Ruxue couldn't suppress a sudden burst of laughter. Aeryn’s expression immediately clouded with confusion.

"He is my husband, not my master. Furthermore, I wouldn’t exactly classify him as a human," Ruxue explained, dabbing at the corners of her eyes.

"Not human?" Aeryn’s gaze locked onto Qingyi once more.

She stepped closer, leaning her head toward his shoulder to inspect him. Qingyi remained still, allowing her to scrutinize him while his own gaze drifted over her form.

As she leaned forward, the curve of her buttocks became prominent.

From his vantage point, the view was unobstructed: two large, perfectly rounded spheres emphasized by the tension of her clothing. Her slender waist and the flare of her hips only served to accentuate her proportions.

Aeryn’s face stopped a mere few inches from Qingyi’s chest. She took a single breath, sniffing the air before the realization dawned on her.

Qingyi was, truly, something else entirely.

"You are a dragon..." Aeryn breathed softly.

A delicate pink flush crept across her pale, aristocratic cheeks, her noble features softening with a hint of contentment.

It made sense now; a prestigious divine spirit would never tether herself to a mere mortal man.

Qingyi simply savored her reaction as her eyes shyly darted away from his. Though her arrogance remained, the cold indifference she had first displayed had vanished.

"What is the meaning of this commotion?" An aged female voice suddenly cut through the air, drawing everyone's gaze.

An elderly woman stepped out from the church. She appeared to be at least eighty years old, dressed clearly as a nun with a cross resting against her chest.

"Mother!" Alice cried out, wriggling out of Ruxue’s grasp. Her small feet scurried across the ground as she sprinted into the nun’s embrace.

While the old woman wasn't Alice's biological mother, she was the head of the church and the orphanage it housed. To the little girl, however, the distinction didn't matter.

"Alice, where have you been? I've warned you about running off like that!" the elderly woman scolded gently.

A small crowd of other children gathered at the entrance, peering at the strangers with wide, curious eyes.

"I was only—" Alice started, but she was quickly cut off by a fresh wave of reprimands.

With a dejected slump of her shoulders, she was led back inside the orphanage.

Of course, her gloom didn't last long.

Moments later, Qingyi could hear her animated voice echoing from inside, regaling her peers with tales of a monster attack and how Qingyi had obliterated the threat in the blink of an eye.

The old nun sighed, her eyes landing on Aeryn. Truthfully, she harbored little affection for the woman's presence.

The elf might be a chosen hero, but she was no devotee of Auranys.

Like the rest of her kind, she was a pagan. It grated on the nun that such a person could be counted among the chosen.

Gradually, the nun’s gaze drifted to Qingyi—specifically, to the pendant hanging from his neck.

Aeryn had seen it too, but hadn't given it much thought.

The nun, however, could not remain indifferent; her face twisted into a mask of pure astonishment.

"I-is that... It cannot be!" the old woman stammered, rushing toward Qingyi.

She clutched the relic hanging from her own neck and held it toward Qingyi’s chest.

A resonance occurred instantly, as the object emitted a brilliant, pulsing light.

The truth was undeniable... Qingyi was the final member of the five chosen heroes, the one destined to avert the coming disaster!

The elderly woman pressed her hand to her heart, looking toward Aeryn in disbelief.

"Did you not realize that this man is also one of the chosen?" the nun demanded.

"Hmm... is he?" Aeryn asked, tilting her head slightly.

With the utter lack of enthusiasm of someone who was only present for political reasons and cared nothing for Auranys, she simply replied: "Cool."

The old woman’s jaw dropped in sheer shock.

Cool?

She couldn't understand why she seemed to be the only one treating this divine revelation with the gravity it required.