The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 543 None of that can hurt you anymore.

Qingyi halted for a moment, sharing a look with Ruxue prior to erupting into hearty laughter.

"Ah, so that's the reason you kept her face hidden from me... you sly temptress..." He delivered a solid smack to Ruxue's rear, pulling her into a close embrace.

"Hmph... it's hardly my doing if you crave to consume every sight that catches your eye..." "Consume?" Nianxue, positioned right before them, lifted her head in astonishment. She understood the term's basic implication all too well.

"Don't consume Nianxue! Nianxue would taste terrible!" Panic flooded her features, prompting yet another chuckle from Qingyi, whose palm gently settled on her head, caressing the silky strands of her pale hair.

"Relax, we're not referring to that type of consumption!" Averting his gaze from her bare form, he accessed the system interface and purchased a graceful, understated white gown.

"Cover up for now, and then we can chat briefly."

Nianxue accepted the garment, casting an odd glance at Ruxue while holding the material to her full bosom.

Of course, humans donned attire. She ought to have realized as much.

Though somewhat unused to it, she slipped into the dress, her shapely figure now modestly concealed, save for a modest cut at the neck that exposed the tender, pale skin of her faintly blue-tinted breasts.

Curiously, she examined her clothed form before her gaze returned to Qingyi.

"You mentioned a master earlier. Who exactly is this master? Have you encountered him?" Qingyi inquired. Clearly, Nianxue took a liking to the outfit.

His attention swiftly turned to her status panel, spreading a wide grin across his features.

[Name: Bai Nianxue

Age: 20002

Corruption: 0/100

Chastity: Intact

Lust: 1%

Talent: Genius

Reward: Extremely high

Cultivation: Third stage of the astral body realm

Spiritual Roots: Astral-level demonic blood root

Bloodline: Heavenly Blood Demon Blood (Astral Grade) Constitution: Primordial Demon Body (Astral Grade)

Traits: Faithful, gentle, naive, optimistic, ancestral power] At the pinnacle of the Astral Body Realm, boasting an unparalleled bloodline. Wasn't she an absolute treasure trove?

In response to Qingyi's query, Nianxue's expression darkened, growing grave.

She appeared to ponder deeply, collecting her thoughts.

"I... don't know him at all. Memories, commands, tasks I must fulfill—they're all there. But nothing more.

I sense his existence, yet... that's the extent of it." Nianxue bowed her head,

shivering slightly.

Evidently, recollections of unpleasant matters had surfaced.

"No need to fret," Qingyi assured her with affectionate mirth, infusing his tone with utmost tenderness. "Nothing from that past can harm you now. I won't cause you pain anymore."

He drew Nianxue into an embrace and, following a bit more conversation, resolved to formally present her to the rest of the women.

Ruyan warmed to Nianxue the quickest. After all, their backgrounds both tied back to the Heavenly Demon.

Ruyan once even inquired of Qingyi whether, should the chance arise, he might permit her to strike the decisive strike. Her fury toward the Celestial Demon, that audacious foe of her spouse, flourished vibrantly in tandem with Nianxue.

Lanyin and Lingxue faced slightly more hurdles, yet ultimately, they welcomed Nianxue.

In truth, she bore no blame for the devastation inflicted on their kin. That fell upon her maker.

As Elize guided Nianxue toward the kitchen, Qingyi at last found himself solitary, free to pursue his burning desire.

The moment had come to elevate his bloodline to its utmost pinnacle!

***

Amid the bustling activity in the fox folk's domain, where demonic taint was purged from the Tree of Life, affairs on the world's opposite flank proved far less cheerful.

Conflict had erupted. The aerial assaults from the elves' winged creatures already consumed the empire in fire.

Lucios, newly installed as Patriarch of the Vaeldrinn, found himself amid fallen foes as his bronze dragon devoured with relish.

The creature had received numerous enhancements.

As the eldest and mightiest dragon among them, an elaborate ceremony akin to the ascension rite Red Death had endured was arranged.

It hadn't reached the ferocity Khaedryss wielded when he scorched the whole realm, but it neared that mark closely.

"What's the matter, my companion?" Lucios questioned, observing his dragon cease its feast on the remains.

Far off, amidst Vaeldrinn troops scavenging valuables from the imperial dead, rode a knight. Yet no steed bore him.

A moose carried him instead. His lanky frame gleamed in refined green crystal plating. Ears sharper than Lucios's peeked from beneath his helm's open visor.

This marked a High Elf of the Twelfth Ring. Trailing him were twenty more, each surpassing the Eleventh Ring.

"Patriarch Lucios, kin. Delighted to find you hale." The High Elf grinned, sliding from his mount and advancing, disregarding the dragon's murderous stare.

"I recall no such warm ties between our races... what brings you to our territory uninvited?"

"The very pursuit as yours, elder. Warfare looms for all."

The High Elf produced a parchment and passed it to Lucios. The veteran perused it meticulously. Astonishment etched deeper into his visage with every line.

"Caught off guard?"

"Not truly..." Lucios gritted his teeth, denying with a shake.

"Our scouts reported the same after a raid by Auranys Church crusaders. Ten thousand paladins. Forces mass in the Divine Kingdom's heart, though defenses lie bare."

"Smacks of an ambush. Empire troops have breached our borders too—over two million strong, lacking elites. All converge on the Holy Capital." The High Elf remarked, rubbing his jaw. This dilemma weighed heavily on both nations.

With such potent masters amassed in one spot, a swift strike could behead one side, isolating the survivor.

Old grudges paled against extinction's shadow.

For all their rifts, they remained elves at core, once dwelling united in the elves' Tree of Life.

"Hmph... We could deem it a snare and hold back, or bide time hoping it's mere deception..." Lucios shut his eyes.

What secret lurked in the Holy Capital to draw such vast might?