The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 490 - I hope I don't have to kill him...
Previously on The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System...
[Your cultivation has increased! First stage of the Immortal Emperor Realm -> Second stage of the Immortal Emperor Realm]
[Your mana manipulation level has increased! Ninth ring -> Tenth ring]
A prolonged, weary groan escaped Qingyi's lips as he rose to his feet, extending his limbs in a stretch.
He balled his hands into fists, sensing a powerful blend of Qi and Mana surging through his meridians. In merely one second, full recovery washed over him once more.
"I think that's enough..." Qingyi murmured, probing his newfound strength.
With swift strides, he exited the seclusion chamber in the temple where he'd shut himself away. Right away, he encountered the worried forms of Seraphine and Elize.
The certainty that he was on the verge of reaching out to their father immediately spiked their anxiety far beyond mere awareness of a vague future encounter.
"Don't you dare hurt yourself too much, okay?" Elize murmured, flinging herself into Qingyi's embrace.
"I won't, don't worry." He bent forward, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips while sensing the heft of those massive tits pressing against his torso.
Moments later, he lifted his eyes to meet Seraphine's, drawing her close as well and bestowing a kiss upon her lips.
"Should we go?" she inquired, her tone laced with obvious hesitation.
All she desired was to remain in that spot until the final stars faded from the heavens, savoring time with her sister and, naturally, Qingyi's other wives.
Yet ultimately, she understood it wasn't possible, not at this juncture.
Qingyi's grip around her intensified slightly, and in a swift motion, they vanished, materializing within her mansion.
The residence had stood vacant for weeks, a period she'd devoted solely to passionate encounters with Qingyi and leisurely moments alongside her sister. Even so, the estate remained impeccable.
No trace of dust marred its surfaces, and no fallen leaf cluttered the vast stone walkways winding through its gardens.
This pristine condition struck Qingyi as odd upon observation. Seraphine, however, scarcely noticed it at all.
"I'll summon Viola and my attendants. Feel free to wait here if you'd like," she stated, venturing into the mansion and abandoning Qingyi in the garden solitude.
"Ah..." The striking youth drew in a deep breath, settling onto a rock bench and shutting his eyes.
It had been ages since he'd paused for mere moments to reflect in meditation and chart his upcoming path.
Regrettably, his contemplative state ended abruptly, his form tensing without warning.
His gaze flew open wide, every inch of his essence blaring alerts that demanded immediate action.
A rift in space engulfed his figure, as the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword sliced through the void, shredding all in its path. "Oh... It seems you truly embraced my offer without a clue, eh? Hahahaha!" Laughter resounded, halting the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword dead between an expert's two fingers.
Lucios it was. Amusement danced in his eyes while he casually squeezed the edge of Qingyi's blade between his digits.
Surprise overtook him as he discovered that despite pouring in any amount of force, the sword remained utterly unaffected.
No hint of wear or strain showed on its surface.
Lucios quickly withdrew his fingers, masking his flushed embarrassment.
Just what kind of sword was that kid wielding? He'd hoped to snap it and seize the chance to lavish him with presents.
"Cough... Cough..." Lucios cleared his throat with feigned composure.
"Come on, young fellow, take a seat by me—we'll share a brief talk!" He grinned, tapping the vacant spot on the bench.
Qingyi paused warily at the invitation, eyeing the elder in gleaming golden armor before him with distrust.
Memories flooded back of riding in a carriage beside Meilin, witnessing the fabric of existence itself being rent across a whole continent from a mere amicable clash among Astral Body Realm powerhouses.
Lucios ranked among those powerhouses, his might sufficient to impact an entire landmass.
Though Qingyi held the capacity to unleash devastation spanning hundreds of kilometers at full force, such prowess paled
in comparison to Lucios.
Ultimately, what choice remained but to settle beside the elder?
"So, when are you thinking of holding the ceremony?" Lucios questioned.
From his space ring, he retrieved a compact metallic vial and a pair of tiny goblets, filling each with a dash for himself and Qingyi alike.
The instant the potent scent of the beverage hit him, Qingyi's eyes bulged. Could that be... whiskey?
He seized the cup from Lucios without delay, downing it
in one swift swallow.
It wasn't a favorite brew of his, merely something absent from the system that he'd occasionally longed for.
As the smooth, heated fluid slid down his gullet, a subtle ease settled over him.
Why couldn't his father-in-law be this affable elder instead of that wretched, spineless clan head?
"Where'd you find this?" Qingyi queried, his gaze gleaming while Lucios
refilled his cup with another measure.
"Off the corpse of some outsider from your homeland whom I slew tens of thousands of years back. The fool chattered endlessly, though sadly it didn't offset his laughable fighting ability, hahaha." Lucios chuckled, clapping Qingyi on the back.
"Now tell me, lad: when do you intend to wed my granddaughter and claim your place as my successor? She's stunning, right? She got every fine trait from her mother and dodged all her father's shortcomings."
"That hinges on her choice," Qingyi answered, easing back beside Lucios without refuting the elder's remarks.
In truth, he'd braced for a sour, haughty antique. Yet reality proved otherwise.
Lucios came across as a jovial sort, one whose immense strength didn't blind him to others' worth.
Though vastly superior in might to Qingyi, he had no qualms descending to his peer's stature for relaxed drinking and banter.
Such individuals were scarce in this realm.
'I truly hope I won't need to end him...' Qingyi thought inwardly.
With his final swallow of whiskey, he stowed a portion into his space ring. In time,
he'd share it with Feiyan and Biyue.
They ought to manage recreating it through analysis.
Given the beverage's scarcity here, Meilin could likely amass wealth producing it.
Particularly should they infuse Qi-infused elements into its formula.