The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 518 - Broken twin jewels

The grin vanished from Qingyi's lips in an instant when he sensed Meilin's fingers clutching his hand with a firm grip.

Jin Hao, positioned next to the pair, found himself gripped by a heavy scowl.

He twisted his head around, watching as his son slammed the double doors wide with a loud crash, his gaze burning with intense fury.

"Father, this scum took out one of my men!" the third young master bellowed, jabbing a finger straight at Qingyi. "I want justice now!"

The Gold King teetered on the edge of an outburst, yet after sharing a quick look with his son-in-law, he reined in his boiling rage.

That cursed fool had passed a full century in age, but he carried on like a spoiled kid. Did he imagine himself still in his teens?

Naturally, a hundred years meant nothing to elite cultivators. Plenty of them entered deep meditation for dozens or even hundreds of years while gearing up for a vital breakthrough.

Even so, folks stayed true to their nature. No man over a hundred ought to throw tantrums like a child of ten.

Jin Hao squeezed his eyes shut, pulling in a deep breath and then letting it all out in a slow exhale.

"Son-in-law, did this really happen?" he questioned, facing Qingyi, who gave a simple nod in response.

"Yes, some Young Master Zhao. He went after my sword, so I finished him off."

"Hm..." The Gold King rubbed his chin in deep thought. "If one of my son's followers tried to take from you, then it's right for my son to make it up to you. Speak up, son-in-law—what's your demand?"

The third young master trembled at those words. Would

his father truly back a stranger he'd only just encountered?

"I am your son..." The third young master snarled, scanning Qingyi and picking up on the Qi radiating from him.

Qingyi kept his aura under tight control, leaving the third young master to detect only the level of an early Immortal Emperor.

He stood at the mid-stage of Immortal Emperor himself, boasting solid strength even without his father's inherited bloodline. Why should fear stir in him?

Should his father choose not to settle the conflict, he'd handle it on his own.

"Do you trust this scum over your own blood?" the third young master demanded, his palm drifting toward his sword's handle.

"Then stick to your old habit: let your offspring handle their disputes. Give me a chance to fight him and erase this stain on my honor. Zhao was my ally, and I won't let it slide!"

The Gold King parted his lips, set to reject his son's plea, but then he spotted his daughter Jin Meilin moving ahead after dropping Qingyi's hand.

"What are you after, fool? Haven't you disgraced our-"

The third young master bit back his retort.

His gaze bulged wide as Meilin blinked out of view, a phoenix's sharp call filling the chamber.

That velocity... that force... Had Meilin climbed to Immortal Emperor realm?

How could her might surge like this without a shred of cultivation gift?

By the time the third young master snapped to action, Meilin loomed right in his face. She whirled her frame while her right leg snapped upward at a horrifying pace.

Her cultivation didn't pose the main danger, yet her bloodline crushed down on him from every angle, instantly robbing him of any leftover response ability.

A gleaming golden phoenix circled high over the group, its wings extending across hundreds of meters, blanketing all in a shimmering golden drape. "Bloodline projection... Is this... mightier than Father's?" the third young master muttered, just a heartbeat before Meilin's strike connected. The hit struck dead center between his private parts. Golden energy flooded the spot, tearing into meridians and pulverizing meat and skeleton.

A gut-twisting howl rang through, dulled by how fast the third young master's form rocketed upward into the sky.

The complete force of an Immortal Empress poured into that lone kick, which utterly severed his manhood and flung him soaring through the air.

Qingyi and Jin Hao both went rigid, trading baffled stares.

They scarcely noticed the third young master's silhouette climbing to the cloud tops, his frame seized by total pain and hopelessness.

He sensed all too well that his lower body lay in ruins. The meridians, the tissue... every bit of it.

Could his father's dedicated healer even fix wounds this severe?

The wretched soul had no clue that his father paid him little mind right then; Jin Hao's focus locked entirely on Jin

Meilin.

So long as the third young master drew breath and lived, the Gold King honestly ignored everything else.

"Daughter... your cultivation..." the Gold King murmured.

He'd zeroed in so hard on Qingyi that he failed to spot how

vastly his daughter had transformed. He glanced at his son-in-law,

filled to the brim with astonishment.

"How?" he pressed.

How had Meilin leaped forward so far in mere moments? Such a thing

couldn't possibly happen!

He'd witnessed royal trials aimed at boosting cultivator ranks at breakneck speed.

Whenever those swift gains hit, they wrecked the physique badly and built a shaky base that crumbled soon after.

But there stood Meilin, mighty enough to overpower one of the top three young masters, the finest fighters among his boys.

The Gold King strode swiftly to his daughter. "Father, I..." Meilin lifted her chin, bracing for a scolding. Yet instead, her father seized her wrist to examine her.

Indeed, her cultivation had surged in power, but more than that—her natural aptitude had soared beyond measure.

Jin Hao eyed Qingyi once more. Terrifying aptitude, peerless might, and growth that knew no bounds. Qingyi drove this change,

didn't he?

A spark of avarice flickered in the Gold King's core, though he stamped it down at once.

Right now, he wasn't some greed-driven trader. He was a dad on the verge of wedding his cherished girl to a son-in-law he, luckily, held in high regard.

"You handled that perfectly, my girl. I'll deal with your brother. Go ease up with

Qingyi and tour the city; my treasurer will sort out the funds for the ceremony."

The Gold King let out a breath, dropping his daughter's wrist and soaring upward after the third young master.