The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 445 Celestia, close your eyes.

A small village nestled within a thick forest sat several thousand kilometers away from the imperial capital.

Located on the border between the empire's eastern and western regions, this settlement was situated in the Kingdom of Tempest Valley.

A wizard who was grumpy but just governed this kingdom; he remained fiercely loyal to the emperor and his own magical experiments.

The area was generally tranquil, though it was quite restless on this particular afternoon.

"I beg your pardon, sir... but a young couple has already rented our royal suite... I don't believe they are willing to exchange."

The trembling voice of a worker echoed through one of the village's few inns capable of hosting nobility.

"And just who is this couple? I demand to know! My father funded half the construction of this pathetic inn!" another voice shouted, sounding youthful and irate.

The speaker was a black-haired man devoid of any physical power, a miserable mortal compared even to the lowly attendant, who had reached the second ring.

Nevertheless, his presence caused everyone in the room to shudder.

It wasn't due to his unattractive face or his bulging, protruding stomach.

The source of fear was the man standing beside him; a tanned, bald bastard with dark eyes and a face marred by horrific scars.

The mere presence of this man allowed his terrifying aura to weigh down on everyone in the reception area, the massive sword strapped to his back reflecting the light.

Even the most hardened criminals, men who looked capable of any cruelty, kept their voices low and their heads bowed as they ate.

"Please, Young Master... your own father established our code of conduct regarding customers. We simply cannot disclose private guest information!" the attendant pleaded, though it was useless.

"I am a nobleman, and this land belongs to me! My word is the only law or code of conduct you will follow!"

'Noble my ass... you're just a thug living off your daddy's wealth!' the attendant thought, nearly tearing up in frustration.

Lacking the courage to voice his thoughts, he could only sigh in defeat.

How could such a distinguished man father such a despicable son? It was a blessing the brat was far from the main line of succession. The attendant opened his mouth to speak, but his gaze shifted to a young couple who had just entered. The man was tall and formidable, his face completely hidden. Beside him, the woman appeared short and sweet, with only her full, rosy lips visible beneath a cloak that draped her entire form. "Hubby... don't you want to eat anything? I heard that the people of the Kingdom of Tempest Valley make wonderful roast meat!"

The woman's voice carried through the room; it was low, nearly a whisper, yet clear enough for all to hear.

It was a soft, melodic tone filled with genuine affection; the kind of voice a man would dream of hearing in a moment of passion.

The young nobleman immediately blocked their path.

"These are the ones who took the royal suite, right?" the young nobleman asked, a wide grin stretching across his face as he looked at his henchman, who merely shook his head.

The warrior could not detect a single trace of power emanating from either of them.

The attendant gave a silent nod, wishing he could vanish from the scene.

"You there." The young man pointed his finger at the tall man, Long Qingyi.

"I am the master of this village and every hectare within a hundred kilometers. You have taken something that belongs to me, and I want it back. Hand over the key to the royal suite, and I might show some mercy by paying back part of what you spent."

Qingyi listened to the demands and stayed silent for a moment.

"Hm? These lands are the property of the emperor... how can you own them? Even if your family governs this territory, everything belongs to the emperor in the end," Celestia remarked, looking puzzled by the nobleman's claims.

The scarred man standing behind the noble flashed a predatory smile and took a step forward.

"A beauty like you shouldn't hide your face like that, you know? Men like us deserve to have a little fun too."

He reached out with a rough, powerful hand, his two-meter-tall frame looming over even Qingyi.

Celestia flinched, but before the hand could reach her face, Qingyi moved.

A sharp slap rang out as the warrior's hand was violently knocked away.

"Do that again..." Qingyi growled, his voice thick with burgeoning rage. "And I promise, I'll rip your arms from your shoulders."

"You..." The warrior ground his teeth, a chilling murderous intent piercing his very bones, making every part of him ache with dread.

What was happening?

He stared into the young man's eyes, the only features visible beneath the cloak.

They were purple, piercing and beautiful, yet radiating a murderous intent strong enough to break the spirit of the most ruthless bandit.

However, this warrior was no mere criminal.

His fear was quickly replaced by fury as he bellowed, "Who the hell do you think you are to tell me what I can and cannot do?"

He was a formidable ninth-ring expert, a man who had never tasted defeat in this region. He wouldn't retreat because of a pretty face.

The warrior lunged, reaching for Celestia, but he didn't even make it halfway.

His vision went dark, an agonizing pain shattered his jaw, and he was sent flying backward.

He attempted to scream, but only choked on his own blood; his mouth had been turned into a mess of broken bone and mangled flesh by Qingyi's fist.

"I warned you..." For a split second, the warrior caught a glimpse of Qingyi's face.

It was handsome, displaying a calm, gentle smile.

Qingyi planted a foot on the warrior's chest and seized his arms.

"Celestia, close your eyes," Qingyi requested. The moment the golden-haired beauty obeyed and nodded, he pulled.