The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 7 - 07 - Young Master Yang is truly kind...

"This is fantastic news, young Taoist Qingyi! If it pleases you, I could even mention your name to Young Master Yang. He has the influence to assist you during the preliminary selection!"

Tianran’s face beamed with a wide grin, yet Qingyi dismissed the offer with a resolute wave of his hand.

"There is no need for that. My intention is to pass the examinations relying solely on my own Cultivation and skill."

"Ah... naturally! A man of integrity like young Taoist Qingyi would never stoop to such dishonorable tactics!"

Nodding in approval, Tianran turned back to the path ahead, snapping the reins to urge the horses into a faster pace.

Before long, the massive gates of Golden Cloud City loomed before them.

The main boulevard that greeted them was paved with expertly smoothed stone, possessing a width that could accommodate a hundred people walking abreast.

With an expansive and proud gesture, Tianran began acting as a guide for Qingyi.

"Over there stands the Thousand Petals Pavilion. It is the premier Cultivation emporium in the entire outer territory of the Blue Moon Continent! Their trade encompasses everything imaginable!"

He gestured toward a gargantuan structure that seemed to stretch toward the horizon, rising over ten stories high and occupying an entire city block.

The building featured brilliant crimson roof tiles, and its gilded timber frame shimmered intensely under the morning sun.

"It looks incredibly pricey..." Qingyi remarked quietly, watching the dense crowd of cultivators flowing in and out of the grand establishment.

The majority appeared to be at the Foundation Establishment stage, while a few possessed auras so formidable that he was unable to even perceive their depth.

"It certainly is! My father nearly drove our family to ruin once just to purchase a Cultivation technique at one of their auctions!" Tianran laughed nervously, reaching back to scratch his neck in embarrassment.

"We were fortunate that Young Master Yang was present to resolve the crisis, hahaha."

"Speaking of which, we have nearly reached the Yang Family’s estate," Tianran noted, turning his head to point toward a magnificent mansion that rose commandingly in the distance.

Standing before the gates was a youth with a haughty expression, flanked by a man whose aura felt so profound and heavy that merely looking at him caused Qingyi to tremble.

'He must be at least in the Nascent Soul or Golden Core Realm... System, can I view his stats?'

[Negative. Information can only be observed for female targets].

'Understood...' he mentally replied. Suddenly, a booming voice infused with the power of the Foundation Establishment stage shattered his focus.

"Mo Tianran, you useless pig! I explicitly commanded you to arrive by nine this morning! Do you have any idea what time it is? And where is your uncle?"

Young Master Yang bellowed, closing the distance with aggressive strides.

He possessed the refined features of a nobleman, yet his appearance paled in comparison to Qingyi’s striking looks.

"Ah... my apologies, Brother Yang. We were ambushed by a spirit beast during our journey. Uncle Wuchen remained behind with the escort to handle the creature while we made our escape..."

'So that explains why a clan of such status was traveling without protection,' Qingyi mused. However, he soon felt an intense, crushing pressure settle over him as Tianran pointed his way.

"The carriage wheel also shattered while we were on the road. By a stroke of luck, the young Taoist Long Qingyi was nearby; he helped repair the damage and guarded us the rest of the way."

In that instant, Young Master Yang’s eyes locked onto Qingyi.

He had completely overlooked the stranger standing beside Tianran, but now that he noticed him, a wave of intense jealousy washed over him.

Qingyi was exceptionally handsome, even from another man's perspective, causing Young Master Yang to shudder with immediate resentment.

Why was a man of this caliber traveling in the company of his bride-to-be? Was he attempting to seduce her?

The Yang heir’s expression twisted into a mask of pure rage.

"And you dared to let some commoner loiter around my Feixue? She is an engaged woman! I ought to castrate him for such insolence."

With a swift, practiced motion, Young Master Yang unsheathed his blade and lunged toward Qingyi. Qingyi immediately cursed his decision not to part ways the moment they entered the city.

Why had he bothered to follow Tianran all the way here?

Tianran scrambled to position himself between them, trying desperately to intercede:

"Young Taoist Qingyi is a man of pure character and kindness, you—"

"That is enough!" Mo Feixue’s melodic, high-pitched voice cut through Tianran’s plea. She stepped elegantly from the carriage, having traded her revealing qipao for a modest, flowing gown.

Young Master Yang stood rooted to the spot, his mouth agape as he stared at her beauty, nearly salivating.

His Feixue had finally arrived, and in just a few days, she would belong to him completely!

"This Qingyi is merely a commoner, husband. He is beneath your notice," Feixue stated firmly. She walked forward with poise and draped herself into Young Master Yang’s arms, pressing her lips against his in a fervent kiss.

Witnessing the display, Qingyi felt a wave of nausea hit his stomach.

Feixue had been performing oral sex on him only minutes prior, and he was certain the carriage lacked any means for her to clean her mouth.

Didn't that imply Young Master Yang was currently having an indirect kiss with his...?

"Ugh..." Qingyi winced at the realization.

Looking up, he saw Young Master Yang’s burning gaze fixed upon him. The noble’s face was filled with smug arrogance as he continued to kiss Feixue.

It seemed as though he was intentionally trying to... make Qingyi jealous?!

'Brother, you are literally tasting my cock right now. Do you truly believe I envy you? You aren't even wed yet, and you’re already the greatest cuckold I've ever encountered!'

Though the thought was vivid in his mind, Qingyi lacked the suicidal bravery to speak it. Instead, he simply bowed his head in a show of feigned submission.

"Husband... Qingyi provided us with great assistance to ensure our timely arrival... don't you believe he deserves a proper reward?" Feixue broke the kiss and glanced back at Qingyi, a knowing, playful smile gracing her lovely features.

"Oh... but of course, my dear!"

Young Master Yang produced a small pouch of currency and tossed it carelessly toward Qingyi.

"Now vanish from my sight before I change my mind," he commanded, hooking his arm around Feixue’s waist to guide her toward the manor.

Qingyi simply shook his head before peering into the coin purse.

'Twenty gold coins!' he gasped as he finished the count. That was equivalent to over a decade of labor for a common peasant! Even his own master rarely possessed more than two gold coins at once.

'Young Master Yang might be a narcissist, but he truly is a generous soul...' Qingyi thought sardonically.

What sort of man would not only kiss his wife after she had just finished with another man, but actually pay the other man for the privilege?

Qingyi realized his own heart couldn't compare to the magnanimity of Young Master Yang.

He could never achieve such a level of proud, charitable cuckoldry...

Casting one final glance at Young Master Yang’s retreating figure, he pressed his fists together in a formal salute.

"Do not fret, Young Master Yang. Should you ever take another wife, I shall be sure to visit her as well. That way, they can all share my flavor!" Qingyi whispered, his voice barely audible even to himself.

Turning on his heel, he began making his way toward the city's heart.

He was certain of one thing: he would never, under any circumstances, accept a woman for himself who lacked the 'Faithful' trait.

He was perfectly willing to sleep with other women and harvest all the Lust points possible, but his own wives—those who would truly hold his heart...

Every single one of them, without exception, would have to be absolutely faithful.