The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 587 I don't leave loose ends.

"Young Master Wei! The Hidden Moonlight Secret Realm is about to open; we have to run faster!" An exhausted, worried voice resounded.

The voice belonged to a youth under twenty years old, boasting cultivation in the initial phase of the Ancestral Emperor Realm.

In the Mortal Heaven, such a figure would count as a peerless prodigy, rare among billions.

Yet in the Celestial Heavens, he scarcely passed as average.

"I know, just keep running, Peng Tao!" Chen Wei yelled back at the youth trailing him, boosting his own velocity too.

He was Chen Wei, the heir of a minor local clan in the Fallen Moon World.

The youth with him was Peng Tao, his most devoted attendant.

Clenching his teeth, Chen Wei accelerated more, his gaze locked on the distant skyline.

Blood streaked his face, and his blade continually shed the crimson fluid.

Clearly, he had run into difficulties on his journey.

From the moment he started martial training, his father had given him one task: rise to greatness and enter the Cosmic Dawn Sect.

Even as a mere inner disciple, he could lift the Chen family to heights beyond their forebears' wildest dreams.

No longer confined to being mere local traders.

Regrettably, events rarely unfolded as intended.

"Where do you think you're going, young Master Chen?" A voice rang out from the side, prompting Chen Wei to whirl around into a guard position.

A silver dragon ripped through the sky with a sword, slamming into him fully and flinging his form to the earth, carving out a pit. "Young Master Chen!" the servant cried, terror flooding his eyes.

"I'm fine... damn it! Why do the heavens plot against the Chen family?" Chen Wei rose, detecting numerous presences encircling him.

He personally stood at the Astral Body Realm, a notable achievement for his area, having attained it by age twenty.

His assailants matched that realm too, but they were aged, their aptitude only carrying them there after hundreds of years.

These were underlings of the Luo family, who were also dispatching their offspring to the hidden moonlight secret realm, serving as a trial ground for selecting talents into the Cosmic Dawn Sect.

Bitter rivals to the Chen family with substantial forces at their command, they would never permit them entry into the Sect.

"It's nothing personal, young master." The band's chief grinned.

He was a burly fellow with a lengthy beard and twin axes.

"Truthfully, we don't even have to slay you. We avoid full conflict with the Chen family. Simply allow us to guide you back home, like allies."

"Friends? You slaughter all our guards and still speak of camaraderie?" Peng Tao bellowed next to the young master.

The chief's gaze chilled, locking onto Peng Tao. "I'm not addressing you, insect."

He snatched a tiny rock and flung it at the servant, with power enough to sever his skull.

Peng Tao ducked swiftly, shaking, as the rock hurtled past his head at horrifying velocity.

With such might, it ought to have soared for miles, yet it halted mere meters away.

"What a greeting..." A voice arose from behind foliage.

It was deep, gentle, and calm, soothing the listeners' ears.

Out from the foliage stepped a youth.

Horns dark as midnight, violet eyes, and a face of otherworldly allure in its youthfulness.

His robust physique showed through ragged attire, marked by injuries gradually mending.

This was, naturally, Long Qingyi.

The striking youth surveyed his surroundings with interest.

The bond he sensed with the stars felt far more potent now, and most notably, the ancient laws nearby appeared denser.

It resembled the gap between sky and soil.

"Who the hell are you to meddle in Luo family matters?" the chief bellowed, unsheathing his weapon.

"Oh... I'm not meddling. I merely seek guidance, where exactly am I?" Qingyi inquired, showing more courtesy than the man merited.

They resembled street ruffians more than noble kin.

"Where is he? Is this fool insane?" A gaunt, repulsive man muttered near the chief. "Just finish him off."

The chief ground his teeth and charged, chopping his axe toward Qingyi's crown.

"Hm... is that it?" Qingyi lifted two fingers, clamping the edge between them.

He found the strength lacking, but after a brief reflection, he simply shook his head.

These were mere brigands, yet they wielded might to rule the whole immortal domain effortlessly.

He ought not to expect more from them.

Qingyi exerted slight pressure, producing a sharp metallic ring as the axe's edge fragmented like brittle ice.

The chief lacked time to respond.

When dread surged in his eyes, his head was already soaring skyward.

His spirit attempted escape, but Qingyi snuffed it out with a casual gesture.

Silence reigned.

Chen Wei, Peng Tao, every thug nearby—no one uttered a word.

The gaunt man who had demanded Qingyi's end retreated, sensing the youth's stare upon him.

"I..." He geared up to bolt.

"Oh... I'm sorry," Qingyi's mouth formed a warm, kind smile, "but I don't leave survivors."

His statement sealed doom, yet his expression and tone suggested casual banter with acquaintances.

The thugs scattered in panic, faces contorted in fear.

Not one covered over ten paces before tumbling down.

Disregarding the villains sprawled in their blood, Qingyi turned his attention to Chen Wei.