The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 514 - Gold King (01)

Even if it operated as a business entity at its core, the lounging spaces in the various branches of the Five-Color Pavilion typically mirrored

eateries.

The central branch, established over tens of thousands of years prior and personally sculpted by the Gold King, showed no exception.

A sprawling courtyard encircled the enormous estate that housed the top leaders, successors, and overseers of the Five-Color Pavilion, framed by cherry trees offering cool shade beneath the noon sunlight.

Beneath every cherry tree sat a table with seating, where pavilion executives and senior officers conversed with guests, sipping tea in relaxed fashion.

Sound-dampening formations muffled their chatter, and they appeared utterly oblivious to events beyond their spots.

Taking in the scene, Qingyi felt a surge of admiration, his gaze shifting to a cluster of kids dashing around a pond filled with spirit carp. Those must be the Gold King's youngest offspring.

"I knew you would like this place, hehehe~~" Meilin grinned next to Qingyi, seizing his arm and drawing him snug against her breasts—humble in scale next to her sisters', yet ample and plush all the same.

"Hm... it would be better if it were a little less crowded," Qingyi agreed with a nod, inhaling deeply to catch the delicate fragrance of cherry blossom petals drifting lazily earthward.

It paled against Meilin's own allure, but remained quite enjoyable.

"Come on, Father must be waiting," Meilin urged, strolling beside Qingyi en route to the Gold King's mansion's primary chamber.

The instant their steps touched the broad white jade pavement, Meilin halted as a silhouette emerged from the earth, promptly

inclining in respect toward her.

"Young Miss Meilin... You arrived earlier than expected," the silhouette declared, his tone authoritative, deep, and robust.

This figure ranked among the Gold King's Twenty-Four Shadows: Immortal Emperors bearing shadow spiritual roots, serving as the finest protectors, killers, and informants across Immortal Heaven.

This particular one stood as the First Shadow, the strongest of the group and the Gold King's dedicated bodyguard.

"We were in a bit of a hurry, so we left Valemont early... Can Father meet us now?" Meilin offered a soft smile, gesturing for the shadow to rise.

"Hm..." The shadow appeared to ponder. His eyes, mere red specks on a

shrouded and barely visible face, stared into empty space for an instant before settling back on the pair.

"He's having a meeting with an important client right now. As soon as he's done, I'll let you know," the shadow stated, his voice icy and raspy.

Sensing Meilin had no further words, he vanished at once, melting into nothingness.

"I wonder who Father is meeting that he can't see me right away..." Meilin murmured with a sigh, clutching Qingyi a touch more firmly.

Barring a grave crisis, her father always placed her at the forefront.

After all, despite her cultivation aptitude being—or having been—lesser than her siblings', her knack for commerce had long elevated her above the rest.

From the tenth brother up to the first sister, the others focused solely on martial prowess and cultivation; she numbered among the rare few genuinely invested in the family enterprise.

After a minute of quiet, Meilin simply shook her head before adding: "Let's go for a walk, husband. Father's personal cook makes rice cakes

that are second only to Elize's."

Since she couldn't locate her father at present, she'd seize this private moment with Qingyi to reveal the grounds of her childhood home!

***

Far beyond countless miles, in a realm north of all lands, past every continent and ocean.

A icy, barren expanse stretched out, devoid of life, yet terrifying Qis permeated the air, commanding the surroundings.

Should any sharp-sighted cultivator scrutinize it closely, they'd quickly discern that the bulk of these Qis stemmed not from the alive, but from ancient remains entombed in the frost.

Not even the freshest among these remains dated younger than a million years.

This marked the Cemetery of the Immortals, a timelessly frozen zone

where scarcely anyone ventured.

Nevertheless, amid this wasteland of ruin and isolation, two figures lingered.

Both radiated as peerless masters.

The initial one, a mana wielder, featured a weathered visage, vivid blue eyes,

and locks of gold.

His armor gleamed in dark silver, and across his back hung a lengthy

two-handed blade.

The other, a cultivator of even greater age, wore golden robes and bore a serene expression.

A slender, keen saber rested in his right grip, as his left hand caressed his flowing white beard.

"What's the matter, old friend? Don't you want to continue our duel?" The elder inquired, flourishing his weapon several times while loosening his frame.

"I wouldn't mind continuing to fight for the next twenty or thirty years, but duty calls... My emperor wants war, and he shall have it,"

the armored warrior responded.

"Ugh... what about those promises to take care of me until I became a bag of old, useless bones? What will a poor, abandoned old man like me do without my fighting partner?" the cultivator pressed, a woeful look overtaking his features.

"Poor, abandoned old man? You are the father of the wife of one of

the richest men in the world—"

"The richest man in the world, not 'one of'," the elder amended the

warrior's words, swelling his chest proudly.

"My daughter certainly knows how to choose husbands, doesn't she?

Hahaha."

Brushing off the elder's chuckles, the warrior merely shook his head.

"Ask your son-in-law for a pension. Duty calls."

As that stately voice concluded, the silver-armored warrior's form vanished, engulfed by a burst of radiance and ascending toward

the firmament.

"Ugh... show-off jerk!" The veteran cultivator grumbled, shaking his head before flicking his fingers to sheathe his saber.

Well, whether he liked it or not, that clash had dragged on excessively.

They'd savored fine moments, shattered the fabric of existence with mere strikes, and gained much insight from one another over nearly three

years of strife.

Yet even those at the Astral Body Realm faced bounds on their endurance, particularly in skirmishes where lethal intent was absent.

With a gentle huff, he gazed skyward. "Granddaughter, your grandpa is coming back!"