The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 566 Don't stop dreaming, kid

The news of the marriage uniting Long Qingyi, Elize, and Seraphine ignited across the Grand Duchy of Vaeldrinn like a raging blaze, stunning every citizen in its path.

The greatest astonishment gripped the prominent noble houses of Vaeldrinn, without question.

Long Qingyi, an outsider hailing from far-off territories and the slayer of their previous patriarch.

Not just had he come back to their domains, but he was now set to wed one of their most cherished gems?

Certainly, Elize's survival stirred surprise too, yet it paled against the thunderbolt of that proclamation.

Has Lord Lucios lost his senses?

Confusion swirled, laced with hints of frenzy, yet ultimately, their options remained scarce.

Right then, Lucios held unchallenged authority over the Grand Duchy of Vaeldrinn.

The rival mighty clans lay divided, still laboring to integrate the spoils from their clash with the empire.

Moreover, he stood as the supreme powerhouse, commanding the mightiest dragon among the draconic elves.

Should they defy his commands, he would merely crush them underfoot.

Besides, Qingyi's reputation had already echoed into those very areas.

Numerous patriarchs from the leading families had witnessed and sensed the dread unleashed in the Divine Kingdom of Auranys' capital.

Qingyi alone had untangled the chaos, the figure who sealed a rift in the heavens crafted as if by divine hands.

How could they withhold their reverence?

Their old patriarch had been a lunatic bent on hurling them into ceaseless, blood-soaked warfare regardless.

Qingyi offered a far more secure choice for the elite draconic elves.

Thus, gripes over the union faded swiftly, and gifts for the betrothal started flowing into the Black Castle.

Qingyi, naturally, cared little for such offerings.

He'd just ascended to the pinnacle of the Astral Body Realm, rendering most needs from the Immortal Heaven obsolete now.

The finest hoards of those vast, affluent clans appeared as mere rubbish to him, easily discarded.

Armed with his present fortune, he could acquire astral-grade gear for all his wives and, should he desire, outfit an entire private force.

Why would he fuss over trinkets from those aristocrats?

Ultimately, he took them merely to show courtesy.

Precisely then, he lingered in a private corner of the Black Castle, positioned atop a marble dais.

Before him stood a youth with cropped black locks and piercing gaze, gripping a sword tightly.

He appeared no older than eleven or twelve, at the very least.

Young as he was, he had already stepped into the third ring, his command of mana leaving even Qingyi in admiration.

This was Eric, among Lucios' numerous grandsons, and though merely the cousin to Seraphine and Elize, he boldly addressed Qingyi as brother-in-law.

Seraphine recognized his fine character, so she raised no objection to it.

"Ah... brother-in-law, you're way too quick!" Eric bellowed, slashing his blade without pause.

Qingyi, positioned opposite, hadn't unsheathed his own weapon.

Truth be told, he rooted his feet in place, shifting solely his torso, yet he eluded the boy's reach with effortless grace.

It felt akin to striking at the breeze.

"I'm not that swift." Qingyi chuckled, deflecting the youngster's strike using the back of his palm.

The keen edge clashed against flesh and bone, only to rebound as if against unyielding iron, flying free from Eric's grasp.

The lad dropped to his knees, gasping for air.

He earned acclaim as a prodigy of his age group, but in essence, he remained merely a juvenile.

Even his dragon, dozing near the platform, stayed too tiny for mounting.

"You're far too frail." Qingyi shifted his right leg, and within an instant, Eric sprawled supine.

"Ugh... someday I'll best you in combat! Hold on till I mature!" Eric shouted, drawing laughter from his brother-in-law.

"Keep chasing those dreams, little one. Hahahaha."

Qingyi pivoted, strode beyond Eric's dragon—a stunning creature adorned with azure scales and profound eyes—and traversed a spacious orchard to arrive at a table occupied by Lucios, Seraphine, and Elize, who sat engaged in conversation.

"Grandpa!" Eric dashed by Qingyi and leaped into the elder's embrace. "I nearly triumphed over brother-in-law in our bout! Father will boast about it, won't he?"

"Nearly?" The elder arched a brow, skeptical.

"Well, my sword connected with him, and he didn't land a blow with his. So I claimed victory, yes?" Eric beamed with pride.

"True enough. I nearly perished." Qingyi grinned without a care, settling between his two spouses.

His palms headed directly to their slender midriffs, drawing them close into his hold.

Lucios could only exhale a resigned sigh.

"Head to your father. I've matters to settle with Qingyi."

Eric waved with zeal and bolted back toward the training ground, rejoining his dragon. Moments later, the youth and creature faded into the distant skyline.

"He's a fine lad..." Qingyi remarked, retrieving a flask of spirits from his spatial ring and setting it upon the circular table.

"Indeed... he is. Given his aptitude, I'm certain he'll ascend to the twelfth ring." Lucios served himself a measure. "I'll guide him properly, and maybe he'll rise as a cornerstone of Vaeldrinn's might one day." Such beverages were rare in these parts, typically sourced only through imports from the eastern continent.

Thus, whenever opportunity arose, the veteran imbibed generously.

After a swallow, he locked eyes on Qingyi, who cradled his two granddaughters.

"So, what destinations await you post-ceremony? I doubt a youth like you would confine yourself to this meager scheme, eh?"

"I won't." Qingyi denied with a shake. "I intend to meet my in-laws in the Kingdom of Valemont, slay some green hides in the western marshes, and wrap up a few loose ends on the eastern continent."