The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 515 Gold King (02)

"Hmm... Not sure if Mom's in the capital right now... She always heads to her family's territory whenever boredom strikes... And I have zero clue about Grandpa's whereabouts," Meilin murmured while flopping onto the enormous, plush bed in her chamber.

She hadn't rested there in ages.

Thank goodness her servants had maintained it all spotless while she was gone.

"Your grandpa? Your mom? You've never mentioned them before; I actually figured that..." Qingyi trailed off abruptly.

Such a remark wasn't worth voicing.

"No worries," Meilin chuckled, gracefully hiding her mouth with her hand. "I've chatted about them with the other ladies; you simply didn't care to inquire." She averted her gaze, inflating her cheeks in a pout.

Seeing her like that, Qingyi hesitated briefly before erupting into laughter.

"You mischievous one..." He moved closer, flipping her onto the mattress and delivering a solid smack to her full, enticing rear.

"Are you seriously trying to provoke your husband right before facing your dad?"

He bent down over her, pressing a kiss to her mouth.

"Hm~~" A gentle sigh slipped from Meilin's lips as she surrendered to her spouse's hold. "Big sister Feiyan showed me that teasing you works best at any moment."

Qingyi parted his lips to reply, yet a sharp rap interrupted him, accompanied by a known tone.

"Young Miss Meilin, Young Master Qingyi, your father awaits," a voice announced from beyond the chamber door, rapping against

the fine timber.

A frustrated huff came from Meilin, though ultimately, she rose, adjusted her attire, and swung the door wide, exposing the First Shadow.

"Come with me," he instructed, as icy and composed as ever.

Sharing a look, the newlyweds trailed the shadow across the estate, navigating numerous flights of stairs and hallways before arriving at the uppermost level, facing a massive, sturdy entrance.

Two sentinels guarded it: the Second and Third Shadows.

"The Master requests that Qingyi go in alone first. The young miss can remain outside."

Confusion flickered across Meilin's features at this setup, yet she chose not to argue.

Whatever her father desired—be it testing Qingyi or sharing a private talk between men—she remained indifferent.

She held total, unwavering faith in her partner.

Offering polite nods to the shadow, Qingyi advanced, pressing his palms to the door.

He attempted to swing it open like any regular portal, exerting pressure and shoving.

Yet the barrier refused to yield an inch.

'Could this be some kind of trial?' A spark lit in Qingyi's gaze before a wide grin spread across his features.

This wasn't a barrier meant for raw power to breach, though that meant nothing to him.

Rooting his stance solidly, he tensed his frame and thrust forward.

A sharp snap resounded as the portal burst ajar, a shattered metal bolt dropping to the ground with a clanging echo.

Qingyi entered, and right away, the twin panels sealed

behind him with a resounding bang.

He scarcely noticed the stunned expressions seizing the three shadows and even Meilin.

In a swift motion, the First Shadow knelt, retrieving the metal bolt from the floor and examining the fracture point, seared by frigid Qi.

This material was a rare alloy known as Frost Peak Steel, sourced solely from one of the Three Imperial Peaks, a distant northern range in the realm.

It ranked among the priciest and most desired treasures, even among ancient rulers.

No ordinary strength could shatter such a mechanism—far from it. A sharp, attentive intellect was needed to unlock it with finesse and precision, but sheer might alone...

"Think you could snap this barrier with nothing but raw power so effortlessly?" The Second Shadow drew near, eyeing the damaged piece in his ally's grasp.

The First Shadow pondered briefly, then bowed his head.

No, such a feat lay beyond possibility.

He'd clashed with dragons in the past; all boasted immense physical might.

However, Qingyi, this Immortal Emperor, surpassed any he'd encountered.

With a resigned breath, he faced Miss Meilin, who stood with her bosom thrust forward and pride beaming from her expression.

"Isn't my husband incredible?" She beamed a broad grin at the First Shadow, who merely shook his head in resignation.

That young woman hardly pondered the expense of mending that latch, which would burden even her sire's coffers.

Not that the Gold King was some miser who withheld from his offspring.

On the contrary.

***

Oblivious to the events unfolding in his wake, Qingyi soon discovered himself in an unusual space.

The whole expanse resembled a vast terrace that doubled as sleeping quarters and a workspace, shrouded in foggy drapes concealing what he wasn't meant to view.

Spanning maybe slightly more than ten thousand square meters, it even featured foliage and a secluded pond.

Beside this pond sat the sole other occupant in the chamber apart from Qingyi.

A towering figure, surpassing Qingyi in height and undoubtedly far bulkier.

He occupied a plain seat, clad in unassuming garb. His face, marked by middle years and faint traces of time, held a serene demeanor. This was the Gold King, clutching a bamboo pole with a thread trailing into the depths. Qingyi advanced a pace, instantly catching the savory, inviting scent of grilled fish wafting from a nearby roasting setup beside the Gold King.

Another seat stood adjacent to the roaster, accompanied by a spare bamboo rod.

Gradually, the Gold King's gaze shifted, landing on Qingyi and the fallen counterpart of the door's fastening mechanism.

"Ah... My shadows failed to mention you're a dragon..." The Gold King grumbled irritably.

"I wasn't one, not originally at least," Qingyi answered, clasping his hands at his back. "Though your daughter, blessed with such gifts, could elevate even a lowly insect to draconic heights."