The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 525 She can take care of herself

Previously on The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System...
Meilin tried on elegant dresses in the mansion's seclusion, disturbing the sleeping Khaedryss with discarded garments. An invading force of over three hundred shadowy figures encircled the wooded estate, led by a near-Ancestral Emperor and spurred by a furious woman's vengeful assault. Khaedryss intercepted the attacker in her draconic form, swallowing her amid rows of sharp teeth, while Qingxue diced the soldiers with twin swords and Biyue dissolved others in poisonous slime. The wives gathered in confusion as Khaedryss spat out the battered captive—the third young master's mother—and clubbed her to death with a sheathed legendary sword. They debated disposal, with Linyue eager to conceal the remains.

"Damn you, you cursed brat, who gave you this body?" A voice that was old but carried dignity and nobility resounded while two fists collided.

"My wives, mostly," Qingyi chuckled, stepping back before charging forward once more.

Qingyi's punch struck his rival's belly, as the elder's connected with Qingyi's striking, manly features.

Both fighters retreated, worn out from the clash.

Sweat drenched their bodies, and their garments hung in tatters, exposing sturdy, rippling muscles.

The fighting platform, built to endure battles among Astral Body Realm powerhouses, lay in ruins, with craters and dents marring the spotless white surfaces of walls, ground, and overhead.

"Your women? What nonsense is this? Are you saying you gained this power by bedding them?"

"Yes," Qingyi admitted with a straightforward nod, drawing a hearty laugh from the elder.

"Ah... Climbing the cultivation ladder via intimacy. If only it worked that way? Not even dual cultivation sects pull it off so simply."

The elder let out a sigh, dropping to the ground to let his boiling blood settle.

Qingyi dropped the topic too, joining him on the floor shortly after.

"Got any fine drink on you, old man? You swore you'd share something special with me," Qingyi remarked, collapsing onto his back. He cradled his head in his hands and shut his eyes for a second. "Don't call me old man—it's grandpa for you now," Jianming shot back. From his spatial ring, he pulled a tiny jug of spirits, filling two wooden bowls with the liquid.

"Ah... Quite the privilege. Since you fell to me, shouldn't you be the one saying grandpa?"

Qingyi lifted his upper body, propping himself up and grabbing one of the bowls.

"Hmpff," Jianming huffed, sipping the flavorful brew. "Keep dreaming, brat."

Qingyi responded with a wry chuckle, taking a gulp himself.

It tasted pretty good.

With no more words between them, the pair simply sipped in quiet. Their gazes drifted aimlessly while their turbulent Qis gradually steadied.

After several more moments passed and he rattled the drained jug, Jianming at last shattered the hush.

"So, when's the wedding set for?"

"That hinges on my father-in-law," Qingyi answered following a brief pause. "Though I figure it'll move fast. I've got duties waiting in the Beastman Lands before long."

"Ugh... Beastman Lands," the elder grumbled, spitting onto the dirt. "I commanded troops on a campaign there ages back, around forty thousand years ago. Half my forces vanished in mere weeks of fighting, and that wretched Cat People Patriarch back then almost clawed out one of my eyes."

"What in the world are you heading there for?" Jianming demanded.

"I'm not fully human," Qingyi denied with a head shake. "I reckon it's a decent spot."

"You're no human, yet you hail from nowhere near there." The elder rose to his feet, fixing his stare on the entrance to the arena's way out.

A sharp thud boomed as the doors swung wide, unveiling a hefty, breathless form.

"Oh... So here you hide, you rascal! Hours I've waited since arriving—why skip greeting your father-in-law?" Jianming bellowed

in fury.

"Grumpy as always. I figured your break would soothe

that temper of yours," Jin Hao shook his head, letting out a resigned sigh.

Three years on, and that stubborn elder remained unchanged.

Irritable, argumentative, and bothersome.

He didn't act a day over ninety thousand years. "I'll soothe my temper when I'm dead, son-in-law. Now, where's my darling girl? And my granddaughter? Who allowed you to wed her away?" Jianming kept muttering complaints as Jin Hao led him from the

arena.

"I didn't wed her off—she picked Qingyi herself," the Gold King answered, irritation clear.

"Naturally she did. Meilin's always seen clearer than you. You're fortunate to have a child like her to carry on your line." Overhearing the exchange, Qingyi found himself grinning

faintly.

It brought back memories of his initial mother-in-law back on Earth.

He'd label her a vile, venomous serpent, but that would insult actual vile, venomous serpents.

That hag wasn't fit to stand beside such a beast.

For a full year, she turned his existence into pure torment that nearly pushed him to end it all.

'At least her daughter was stunning...' Qingyi shook his head, recalling that lovely visage.

These days, she wouldn't qualify for his harem. Times had shifted, hadn't they?

Still, Jianming genuinely cared for his son-in-law, daughter, and granddaughter, unlike that fiendish shrew.

Jin Hao, Qingyi, and Jianming had scarcely stepped into the opulent main chamber of the estate when they halted, eyeing the tense expression of a Shadow.

"Master Hao, your wife visited the healing hall where the Third

Prince resided," the Shadow announced, dipping into a bow.

"And? What went down?" Jin Hao inquired, puzzled.

One of his Shadows wouldn't bother him over trivia.

"She knows it was Meilin who struck the Third Young

Master," the Shadow revealed.

Jin Hao's expression stiffened, his eyes bulging.

"Given that wild woman's nature, she's probably already hunting Meilin,"

Jianming noted next to Jin Hao.

The fellow agreed with a nod, dashing from his home and then surging into flight, ripping across the heavens.

Qingyi and Jianming trailed right after.

"Not concerned for your wife, lad?" Jianming questioned.

"She handles herself fine," Qingyi grinned.

Even against an Astral Body Realm master, now that Khaedryss

and Ruxue were fully formed, scarcely anything on this land could truly harm his spouses.

Let alone a figure like the Third Young Master's mother, who'd merely hit Ancestral Empress rank thanks to her

spouse's aid.

After brief flight, they reached Meilin's estate, a breath of ease slipping from Jin Hao's mouth.

His third spouse was absent, with no traces of battle or odd Qi flows in the area.

The sole presence was Meilin, relaxing in the yard amid the chirps of birds.

"Trouble, Father?" she queried, her gaze expanding upon spotting the elder with her father and spouse. "Grandfather? You've returned? Is Mother here as well?"

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