The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 513 - You silly girl really know husband, huh?

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Qingyi maintained a leisurely pace, avoiding any effort to conceal himself or squeeze into the queue ahead of others.

He simply proceeded along the edge, through a zone meant exclusively for staff and permitted individuals.

All those present bore a distinctive jade token either pinned to their chests or clutched in their grasp.

For Qingyi to wander there tokenless, it clearly meant he intended to bypass the entire lineup!

Did he grasp the immense challenge of securing entry into the Five-Color Pavilion's primary headquarters? Even certain royal elites were stuck waiting their turn!

What made that scoundrel believe he deserved such privilege?

Right as Qingyi arrived at the queue's center, his advance halted abruptly, a firm hand clamping onto his shoulder.

The grip came from a youthful figure, evidently of high birth and gifted prowess, sporting a jade token prominently on his chest—the very emblem for those eager to skip the wait.

Judging by the inscriptions etched upon it, this youth had earned it from the Third Young Master himself.

"Who do you think you are, you scum? Are those horns atop your skull even genuine? Aren't dragons meant to possess sharp wits? You figure you can stroll right in without clearance?" The youth bellowed in fury, tightening his hold on Qingyi's shoulders just a bit more.

Envious gazes landed on his form from behind, swelling his pride even further. He relished such admiration, and he was utterly thrilled to hold this role as a prize for his steadfast service to the Third Young Master.

[Shall I step in and get someone to shatter this vile swine's legs for you?] Meilin inquired via the link Qingyi shared with Ruxue. 'No... After this extended trip, I crave a touch of excitement!' Qingyi denied with a head shake, scarcely acknowledging the youth at all.

"Hey, I'm speaking to you!" The haughty youth pressed on, channeling his Qi throughout his frame, his gaze shifting to the blade sheathed at Qingyi's side.

He scanned Qingyi briefly, and delight sparked in his eyes upon detecting no trace of power.

Could Qingyi be some ordinary human feigning the role of a Young Dragon Master to sneak inside?

Enthralled by the sword's exquisite design, greed ignited in the youth's stare.

"Weapons aren't allowed without approval. I'm about to... seize yours." Without delay, the youth's fingers darted toward the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword, aiming to snatch it away.

Regrettably for him, mere instants before contact with the stunning hilt, his form stiffened, and Qingyi's palm clamped down on his arm.

"You know... I'd normally yank out your tongue and snap your limbs, but..." Qingyi shifted his other hand to brush off his shoulder where the haughty youth had grasped it.

"Since you're so eager." The very next instant, his palm arced toward the youth's cheek.

The motion lacked speed or ferocity.

It resembled brushing off a pesky bug, his hand slicing lazily through the atmosphere until it connected with the youth's features.

At once, a piercing snap resounded, trailed by a violent burst of crimson and agonized howls. The noble youth's frame burst apart like a crushed gnat, splattering the nearby walls in vivid scarlet.

The surrounding crowd got soaked in gore, fleeing in blind panic.

All but Qingyi.

Not even a speck of blood dared to stain his dark attire. In his grasp dangled the sole remnant of the young noble: the detached hand.

"Young Master Zhao? Impossible!" A furious shout boomed from Qingyi's rear. A swarm of guards materialized in a flash, encircling him swiftly, most ranking as Immortal Emperors.

"You wretch, you'll suffer for this outrage!" The eldest and mightiest among them thundered, slashing his blade at Qingyi's throat, who showed scant reaction.

A serene grin graced his striking visage, and he gestured toward the floor.

"Kneel."

His tone, regal, deep, and soft, rang out like the murmur of a Death Deity, instantly altering the atmosphere encircling him.

An overwhelming force descended on his assailants' backs, shattering the stone underfoot as they crumpled to the ground in submission, their brows slamming into the gore-smeared stone with resounding impacts.

Qingyi stayed quiet, his pulse quickening within.

Power hadn't twisted him, had it?

No... that couldn't be.

That Young Master Zhao had opted to plunder from Qingyi the instant he deemed him vulnerable.

How many innocents without strength or backing had he tormented?

A soul warped by authority tramples the helpless, yet Qingyi merely subdued the mighty. Thus, he remained uncorrupted by power.

With a faint huff, he pressed onward to the grand entrance, trampling past Young Master Zhao's fallen protectors and disregarding the terrified onlookers.

The sentinels at the main portal stood ready to trigger a full-scale alarm across the facility, their grips ironclad on their arms.

Both were Ancestral Emperors wielding formidable domains, yet regardless of this young dragon's identity, they refused to lower their guard.

Luckily, such measures proved unnecessary.

Next to the striking youth, a silhouette emerged. Graceful and refined, her countenance resembled flawless porcelain, so impeccable it bordered on illusion.

The sentinels eased up and dropped to their knees at once, observing as the lady took hold of the young dragon's arm.

"Young Miss Meilin! Young Master Qingyi! Your father awaits." They inclined their heads deeply.

Thankfully, prior alerts had informed them of Jin Meilin and Long Qingyi's impending arrival that very day. The uproar could have been avoided had Meilin just materialized alongside Qingyi from the start, though neither seemed remorseful about the events.

In truth, Young Master Zhao had been meddling in their affairs for months, and ultimately, he reaped his just reward.

Signaling the sentinels to rise, Meilin strode past the portal, stepping into the vast and opulent inner yard of the Five-Color Pavilion's central hub.

"Was that guy one of your third brother's lackeys?" Qingyi inquired, unwinding a touch.

"Indeed, and given his nature, he'll probably seek revenge on you for it..." Meilin replied from Qingyi's side. "Just refrain from maiming him, alright? His attitude is rotten, but his aptitude still holds worth for Father."

"Hm... you foolish lass truly understand your spouse, don't you?" The captivating youth laughed lightly, surveying the yard.