The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 548 - Hypocritical old man!

Qingyi kept examining that pill for quite a while, deeply impressed.

The girls had accomplished something truly remarkable, crafting a pill that exceeded the highest level permitted in the immortal realm.

Wasn't that just astonishing?

The mere fact that this pill combined both Qi and mana made it outrageous enough, yet its superior grade overshadowed even that.

"Ah..." He let out a sigh, a warm smile spreading across his face. "You girls never fail to astonish your husband..."

He felt joy, but Meilin would undoubtedly be the most thrilled once she learned about it.

Such a pill held immense potential for trade, though Qingyi pondered whether it was wise to offer something this valuable for sale.

"Where's Biyue, anyway?" He inquired, realizing she was absent.

Normally, she enjoyed tinkering alongside Feiyan, as alchemy and poison crafting frequently overlapped.

It seemed odd that all the others were present while she was missing.

"Oh... well..." Feiyan's expression darkened. "It's the anniversary of her father's passing. She's lighting incense in his memory."

Qingyi abruptly shut his mouth, his jaw clenching tightly.

He could still recall the Tang family patriarch, despite their single encounter.

That man had been worthy of the daughter he raised—a figure of genuine honor and integrity.

'I wonder if we might have grown as close as Tai'Ren and I have, had I crossed paths with him sooner...' Qingyi mused inwardly before shaking

his head.

"I'll spend some time with her. Call me if you require anything." He stated, then departed.

Clearly, no one tried to detain him or urge him to remain, despite having additional discoveries to share.

In quiet steps, Qingyi traversed the temple, the lively chatter of his wives filling the air as their day began.

It proved a serene, delightful, and tranquil morning.

Before long, he reached Biyue's chamber, elegant and neatly arranged. The fragrant aroma of blooming incense wafted into Qingyi's senses, causing him to halt at the threshold, observing as Biyue knelt in reverence.

Her dark locks were gathered into a refined bun, and her striking green gaze reflected a mix of emotions.

Even for cultivators boasting near-infinite lifespans, who could witness mortal ages fleeting by in an instant, the sting of bereavement remained profound. "How are you holding up?" Qingyi knelt at her back, enveloping her in a firm embrace.

"I'm okay... I advanced to the second stage of the immortal emperor realm yesterday..." Biyue replied, her voice quivering beneath his hold.

"Your father would take great pride in your achievements." Qingyi murmured as she leaned into him, her form melting against his sturdy torso, head nestling upon his robust chest.

Biyue remained quiet briefly, attuned to Qingyi's steady pulse, harmonizing flawlessly with hers.

"And what of yours? Would he feel pride in you?" She questioned, arching a brow with intrigue.

"Nah..." Qingyi offered a wry grin, recollections from a far-off existence flooding his thoughts. "My father... he wasn't one to express such sentiments."

He felt a twinge of shame confessing it, but the features of his father—and his mother—had nearly faded from memory.

His father hadn't been wicked, nor ruthless or vile. He was simply... shattered.

'I wonder if we'll reunite someday...' He pondered, yet swiftly banished those notions, turning his attention to what truly counted: his beloved Biyue.

"Hm..." Biyue appeared lost in thought for a second, then averted her eyes with a soft chuckle.

"Father always advised me to seek a man who would cherish only me, no other women... I doubt he'd approve of the many sisters I share now."

"Oh... and how many wives did he himself possess?" Qingyi queried, twisting his head toward her.

"More than two hundred..."

"Ugh... that hypocritical old fool!" Qingyi grumbled, teeth grinding.

Evidently, no real bitterness laced his tone.

Biyue let out a laugh, the sorrow lifting from her features momentarily.

How much time had elapsed since her father's death? To her, it seemed like mere days ago.

Days raced by so swiftly... Yet with Qingyi at her side, eternity stretched before them boundless.

She shifted position, allowing the incense to smolder as she pressed her face

into Qingyi's chest, wiping away her dampened eyes.

She refused to—and could not—waste that eternity gripped by a grief long overdue to fade.

After lingering a bit longer, she gently pulled free from Qingyi's grasp

and rose to her feet.

"I'm heading to Feiyan now... she was gearing up for our major collaborative endeavor," Biyue mentioned, eyeing Qingyi as he stood too.

"I know; she's already demonstrated it to me." Qingyi delivered a light tap to her rear. "Let's go; they have more to reveal."

Thus unfolded the remainder of Qingyi's day.

He joined Feiyan, Biyue, Margareth, and Sapphire in their alchemical pursuits, then assisted Aeryn and Celestia with honing their combat and restorative techniques somewhat.

Once concluded, he launched into his routine dual cultivation practice, amassing additional lust points while fortifying his foundation.

He aimed to attain the astral body realm prior to venturing back to the radiant imperial city.

As everything wrapped up, right before sunrise, Qingyi lay amidst lush, flawless, perspiration-glistened forms.

His palms sank into a bountiful pair of breasts while Nianxue tended to his shaft, her graceful throat gliding relentlessly over the massive length.

"Hm... life is truly wonderful..." He grinned faintly, extending and unwinding, his member pulsing intensely before erupting into her mouth, causing Nianxue's cheeks to bulge from the volume.

To his right lay Isabel, and to his left, Lingxue, their ample, ideal bosoms vying for room against his torso, Lingxue's ivory complexion standing out against Isabel's rich cocoa hue.

How could chill ever touch him, shielded so completely by such warmth on every flank?

"Ah..." Nianxue released Qingyi's cock, swallowing once more and beaming as she settled into a gap between Elize and Xueyao. "Yes... existence is wonderful." She shut her eyes, surrendering to slumber.