The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 452 What the fuck is this?

Silence enveloped the entire inn where Qingyi was lodging.

The torches, candles, and mana crystals that previously provided light had all been snuffed out, leaving only the pale moonlight filtering through the glass panes to illuminate the darkness.

A solitary table sat in the center of the main hall. There, a figure draped in a cloak leaned back against a wooden chair.

Fingers hardened by decades of swordplay reached out to grasp a teacup. His lips parted as he took a measured sip.

"Ah..." The man looked up, his noble and aged features visible as he watched a figure slowly descend the staircase.

"I don't believe you're here for good reasons." A voice resonated through the room—masculine, authoritative, yet soft and strangely pleasing to the ear.

It was Long Qingyi. As for the person awaiting him, he already suspected the man's identity.

"You injured my son quite severely..." the man remarked, confirming Qingyi’s thoughts.

This man was a Count, the father of the Young Master whose hand Qingyi had crushed and whose guard he had slain just a few days prior.

"I gave him nothing more than what he was looking for," Qingyi countered.

The Lord did not offer an immediate rebuttal; instead, he poured a cup of tea for Qingyi.

"Drink, it's not—"

Qingyi had already taken a sip before the Lord could finish his sentence.

"...poisoned..."

"It's sweet... don't you have anything stronger?" Qingyi remarked, setting the teacup back onto the table.

Even if the drink had been laced with toxins, he doubted this man possessed any poison capable of harming his body.

The Lord hesitated for a second before erupting into a boisterous laugh. "HAHAHAHAHA, you are a very... very interesting man, hahahaha..." Slamming his palm on the table, the Lord produced a bottle of wine. It was one of the finest vintages in his collection, which he had fortunately decided to bring along that day.

As the cork was pulled, a potent aroma filled the air, a scent so intoxicating it could bewitch even a True Immortal.

Qingyi watched the crimson liquid fill a glass, catching the scent for a moment before taking a drink.

"How is your son's hand? Honestly, I wanted to blow his balls off too, but I was in a hurry," Qingyi asked while returning the glass to the table.

"He's fine. A whiny, arrogant bastard, but he's still my son. He doesn't die from so little."

"I imagine," Qingyi replied, his gaze remaining cold as he watched the man.

This Count was a formidable individual, possessing power equivalent to a peak True Immortal.

Yet, he sat there unguarded and relaxed, drinking casually with a man he had only just met.

"I believe you are here on diplomatic business, correct? For an Oriental to be so far from home."

"Not exactly," Qingyi said, shaking his head. "It's not something I can tell you without having to cut out your tongue."

"Hm..." The Lord rubbed his chin. "Having my tongue is... pretty good."

He took another sip of wine and rose to his feet.

"I have removed the tongues of many men in my time. Some by my own whim, others by the decree of His Imperial Majesty, and some at the request of the Church."

"I believe you are one of these." The Lord reached out his hands toward Qingyi.

As the handsome youth took them, the Lord gave a thin smile and whispered, "The winds in the North are cold... the Blood Lord awaits you in his eternal embrace."

The moment those words were uttered, Qingyi’s instincts screamed danger. A surge of demonic energy erupted from the Lord’s midsection like a spear of blood.

Qingyi twisted his body as the lethal crimson projectile lunged forward, aimed directly at him.

He evaded it by a hair’s breadth.

The spear tip grazed his cheek, but it met only the resistance of black dragon scales.

A shower of sparks filled the hall, followed by a violent shockwave that pulverized everything in the immediate vicinity.

"A demonic cultist, huh?" Qingyi smirked, seizing the spear and crushing it in his grip. The steel, brittle as blood-red glass, shattered instantly. "These parasites are really everywhere."

The Lord’s expression shifted drastically. His calm blue eyes bled into a deep crimson, trembling with shock.

Had Qingyi actually dodged that?

No... what were those black scales? His spear had barely managed to leave a scratch!

He attempted to fall back, but Qingyi would not permit it. A fist cut through the air with terrifying velocity, driving upward toward the demonic cultist's chin.

The cultist's face buckled, his nose shattered, and his body was launched like a discarded doll. Moving so fast he was a mere blur, he crashed through the wooden walls and soared into the sky. A full second passed before the sonic boom of the strike caught up, turning the entire inn to dust.

Fortunately, Qingyi was the only soul present.

"Damn... this brat is too strong! I should have chosen an easier target..." The cultist groaned, spinning uncontrollably through the air.

Terror gripped him as he desperately summoned his demonic energy—two distinct types, to be precise.

They manifested as dual protective barriers around him, though they did little to hinder Qingyi’s assault.

The young man materialized in front of him, delivering a devastating downward kick.

Since they were no longer above the village, Qingyi did not hold back his strength.

The first barrier withstood the blow for only a fraction of a second before shattering.

The force propelled the demonic cultist toward the earth at supersonic speeds. Upon impact, the inner barrier failed, and the resulting explosion leveled everything within a five-kilometer radius.

Blood surged into the cultist’s throat. He opened his mouth, attempting to bite down on a poison capsule hidden in his teeth to end his life, but Qingyi was faster.

Teleporting before the man, Qingyi thrust his hand into the cultist's mouth, ripping out both the tooth and the poison while simultaneously sealing the man’s Cultivation.

As he suppressed that Qi, Qingyi suddenly realized something.

In the heat of the battle, he hadn't noticed it until now.

The Lord had used Mana, not Qi.

That initial strike against Qingyi had been fueled by Mana!

Qingyi immediately surged his draconic eyes, scanning the man's internal structure.

Within his chest sat a Mana heart, and positioned just beneath it was a Dantian.

"What the fuck is this?"