The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 473 Lucas
Previously on The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System...
[Sword Affinity has risen by 15 points, total = 3000]
[Lightning Affinity has risen by 18 points, total = 3000]
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As the final affinity enhancement pill was consumed, a cascade of system alerts flooded Qingyi’s vision.
Rising slowly, he stretched his neck until it popped, then pulled up his status window to review his progress.
[Name: Long Qingyi
Age: 22
Cultivation: First Stage Of The Immortal Emperor's Realm (70T lust points to upgrade)
Mana Manipulation: Ninth Ring (30T lust points to upgrade)
Affinities: Lightning: 3000 - Sword: 3000 - Fire: 3000 - Ice: 3000 - Space: 3000 - Light: 3000 - Shadow: 3000 - Charm: 1500 (can be upgraded in the lust store)
Spiritual roots: Ancestral-level Primordial Creation Seed spirit root (Lightning, sword, fire, ice, space, light, shadow) (50T lust points to upgrade, new roots can be bought in the lust store).
Spiritual roots2: None/Ancestral Level Primordial Creation Seed Mana Heart (50T lust points to upgrade).
Lineage: Blood of the Corruption Dragon God (Immortal grade, 50T lust points to upgrade.)
Constitution: Primordial Dragon Body (Immortal grade, 50T lust points to upgrade.)
Lust points: 1.1T]
"It's decent..." Qingyi remarked, extending his palm. He circulated his Qi and mana simultaneously, savoring the raw lethality and strength coursing through him.
The sensation was absolutely divine.
"Ah... if only there was some arrogant Young Master for me to kill right away..." Qingyi whispered, a small shake of his head accompanying his words.
"You just came out of a life-and-death battle and already want to put yourself in danger again?" Ruxue's voice, rich with maturity and a seductive edge, drifted toward him like a soft, frustrated murmur.
She materialized at his side, wrapping her arms around him and pressing a kiss against his cheek.
"You know your husband, love." The handsome youth gave a small smile, his hands finding her slim waist while the weight of her ample chest pressed firmly against him.
"Mmhm~~ an arrogant and greedy idiot... slightly seductive," Ruxue purred, nestling deeper into her husband’s embrace.
"Exactly." Qingyi chuckled, delivering a playful slap to the beauty's rear, watching the soft, rounded flesh quiver under his touch.
"Are you really going after Elize's sister now? The patriarch of the dragon elves must be an ancient emperor, at the very least," Ruxue questioned.
Her inquiry wasn't born of malice. She was well aware of Elize's pain and her desperate desire to be reunited with her sibling.
However, Ruxue was the wife who remained by Qingyi’s side the most, witnessing firsthand the peril he invited and the powerful foes he provoked.
Even within the celestial sky, his list of enemies was growing. Furthermore, it was only a matter of time before the world realized he carried the legacy of the Dragon God of Corruption—a deity hunted to extinction specifically because of his terrifying potential.
Her worry was only natural.
'Hmm... this womanizing scoundrel has really changed me...' Ruxue thought, her cheeks puffing out in a cute display of annoyance. Suddenly, she leaned in and bit his sturdy chest. "Ugh... are you really that eager to devour your little husband?" Qingyi laughed, his expression shifting to one of mock betrayal and pain.
"Yes, I'm going to eat you fried, or make sushi," Ruxue teased, giving him one last kiss on the lips before she finally withdrew.
Left to himself, Qingyi felt a brief sense of loneliness, but he quickly cleared his mind and exited the meditation chamber.
"Did you have a pleasant stay, sir?" A maidservant offered a respectful bow as he passed.
A faint blush crept onto her face when she saw Qingyi’s partially unbuttoned shirt, which failed to hide a fresh bite mark.
The mark was small and elegant, clearly the work of a woman.
"Yes." Qingyi straightened his Cultivation robes and tossed her a handsome tip.
With his business there finished, he made his way toward the city’s transport hub for cargo and travelers.
Hoping to travel inconspicuously in a modest carriage, he sought out one of the smallest transit offices in the city of Nighthall.
He had barely crossed the threshold when he found himself regretting the choice.
A monstrous roar shook the air as a massive, blue-scaled creature lunged at him. Its jaws were unhinged, aiming to snap off Qingyi’s arm. It was a dragon, and the saddle strapped to its back indicated it served a master.
The owner was a youth lounging in a corner, sipping wine while his striking blue eyes watched the scene with cruel entertainment. 'Oh... an arrogant Young Master?' Qingyi mused internally.
He noted the white hair, the pointed ears, and the azure horns protruding from the youth's head.
Without question, he was a Draconic Elf.
Faced with the attacking dragon, Qingyi didn't flinch. He simply met the beast's gaze with cold indifference, releasing a minute trace of his draconic Qi.
The predatory beast froze instantly, a violent shudder racking its frame. Compared to a being like Khaedryss, this creature was pathetic, fit only for basic transportation.
Its talons gouged deep furrows into the stone floor as it skidded to a halt just in time.
Watching Qingyi with a mixture of awe and terror, the dragon retreated toward its rider, who looked decidedly displeased.
The elf stood up, his fingers drifting toward the hilt of his blade.
"What's going on here?" An irritable, aged voice suddenly boomed. A surly old man hobbled out from the main office.
He was a diminutive figure, leaning heavily on a cane and dressed in tattered, grimy clothes.
"Blast it, Lucas! I warned you to control that beast! Curse it... our next group of travelers will be here any minute!" The Elder glared at the damage to his floor, fruitlessly kicking at a loose stone.
He barked at Lucas, but the youth simply turned his head away with a look of pure arrogance.
He clearly held no respect for the old man.
In Lucas's eyes, the old man was fortunate that a person of his status even stepped foot in such a pathetic establishment.
He was a prince of a high-tier race, after all. 'Ugh... playing bodyguard to filthy mortals... if it wasn't for my father's orders...' Lucas complained to himself, his face twisted in a mask of loathing.
Eventually, he lowered his head in a display of forced submission, though his gaze remained fixed on Qingyi.
The handsome stranger was looking at him as if he were nothing more than a common insect... no, a disgusting cockroach. That wretched commoner... how could he dare to look down on him?
Lucas hissed in silent fury, but he kept his mouth shut.