The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 607 - Han Zhentian (01)

Qingyi stepped into the bustling mission hall, filled with dozens of disciples constantly streaming in and out.

The sheer number of people failed to surprise him. That one structure accommodated over seventy thousand disciples, after all.

Even if merely one percent came for missions simultaneously, it amounted to a substantial crowd.

Brushing off the occasional curious looks and the coy smiles from certain female disciples, Qingyi started scanning the missions on offer.

Missions varied widely, from those for solo cultivators to ones demanding dozens or hundreds of participants.

During his search, he spotted several diplomatic tasks, mostly set aside for advanced inner disciples.

Ultimately, he selected over a dozen appealing missions, including some promising rewards of dozens of celestial spirit crystals.

Only one issue arose.

Every single one lay beyond the planet of the Rising Aurora.

As a star sovereign, such distance would pose no barrier—he could roam the stars at will.

Regrettably, he lingered at the first stage of the Astral Blood Realm, possessing just sect credits worth one celestial spirit crystal.

Put simply, he lacked both strength and funds.

He might purchase celestial spirit crystals from the system store to charter a spaceship, but the crystals in the store were

far too costly for such squandering.

"Ah... Ruxue, isn't there at least one hidden treasure with billions in spirit crystals somewhere?" Qingyi sighed, utterly defeated.

[I have a few, but you'll hardly be able to reach them with your current power.]

"Then, there's only one choice left." Qingyi murmured, his eyes locking onto clusters of disciples, each headed by an inner disciple.

Most were gearing up for pirate-hunting missions—one of the simplest to join yet most shunned types.

The cause was straightforward: the high death toll.

Pirate bands could swell to tens of thousands, while the sect dispatched merely a hundred disciples or so to eradicate them.

In these brutal clashes, despite inner disciple backing, fatalities outnumbered those in any other mission.

Amid surveying the groups, an inner disciple caught his stare, a wide grin lighting up his features.

They needed just one more to depart, and it seemed he'd found the perfect fit.

"Junior brother, are you interested in joining a mission with us? We're at sixty-nine and need one more to reach the minimum number of disciples required!" The inner disciple drew near, clapping a hand on Qingyi's shoulder.

He towered slightly over the young black dragon before him, nearing two meters in height.

At the peak of the Celestial Ascension Realm, he enjoyed fame among peers for his potent fists lineage.

"Well... if Senior Brother allows me." Qingyi offered a soft smile, bowing with respect.

"Oh... of course I do, hahaha." The inner disciple bellowed in laughter, delighted by the display of modesty.

Black dragons tended to be haughty pricks, so he'd half-expected Qingyi to dismiss him like dirt.

Qingyi caught that sentiment in his eyes but stayed silent. He reserved insect status for those who earned it.

Even the lowliest mortal with a pure heart merited respect in his view—unlike degenerates such as Young Master Luo, whose souls festered with rot.

"My name is Han Zhentian, by the way. And you, junior brother?" Zhentian inquired, gripping Qingyi's hand before heading to the group, where two other inner disciples of nearly equal cultivation awaited.

"Long Qingyi." The striking youth answered, making the inner disciple halt abruptly.

"Qingyi... the one who broke Young Master Guo's record? Hahahaha." Zhentian thumped Qingyi's back heartily.

"Man, you should've seen his face when we were at a meeting with the elders and the sect leader's daughter showed interest in you after hearing Elder Shen talk about your achievements. I thought he was going to explode with rage, hahahaha."

Those words left Qingyi genuinely taken aback.

Was Elder Shen truly boasting about him to all? And what about him could draw the sect leader's daughter? He had motives to pursue her, sure, but... He remained merely a humble outer disciple, despite his feat in the Hidden Moonlight Secret Realm.

A woman of her stature shouldn't eye someone like him, even given her

reputation for wild eccentricity.

To Qingyi, it spelled mere trouble. To Zhentian, pure hilarious spectacle.

Zhentian himself had bristled under Guo Tianhao's shadow, whose secret realm time clocked one hour twenty minutes. Thus, witnessing Tianhao eclipsed—by such a vast gap—brought immense glee.

"Your perception must be absurd to complete the Hidden Moonlight Secret Realm in just five minutes... When it was my turn, I thought I really wouldn't even be able to get past that damn iron door." Zhentian grumbled, signaling the others to trail him. A vice-captain handled piloting—an inner disciple too—but Qingyi remained at his side as he registered the mission and strode toward the

spaceship.

Though not as rich as Guo Tianhao, Han Zhentian hailed from vast wealth, with an uncle serving as sect elder, ensuring funds never ran dry.

For outer disciples, befriending and impressing Zhentian unlocked endless opportunities.

Indeed, that lured many into his squad.

Qingyi's presence, welcomed by Zhentian like a longtime pal despite their worlds-apart status, sparked waves of jealous and hostile glares—which Qingyi effortlessly disregarded.