The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 608 Han Zhentian (02)

Coming from a mighty noble clan that had nurtured generations of geniuses in the Cosmic Dawn Sect, Zhentian, a prosperous inner disciple, possessed numerous private starships.

One such vessel was his transport and cargo ship, personally named the Dragon's Fang—a sleek, lightweight craft built for hauling small squads across vast distances at top speed.

The ship itself was magnificent, boasting a central cabin shaped like a dragon's gaping jaws, complete with a raised platform in the middle that functioned as both the control helm and a gathering

space.

"Let's go." Zhentian snapped his fingers, and right away, the

starship's primary hatch slid open, unveiling the inside to all onlookers.

"This mission won't take long, so no private quarters for anyone on board." Zhentian led the way, joined by the two other inner disciples traveling with him.

For cultivators like themselves, the absence of personal rooms hardly mattered.

They could sit in silent meditation for years, even decades on end. A handful of hours without a bed? Utterly insignificant!

A warm smile on his face, Zhentian pressed on. "The task is straightforward: eliminate pirates. Namely, the bunch known as the Gray Claw Banner."

"They've carved out a base in the outermost edges of our solar system, raiding merchant vessels, plundering goods, and snatching people."

"Releasing captives isn't the main goal, but it brings extra rewards, just like every pirate head we claim. Ten kills net us one more celestial spirit crystal, so let's slaughter them all without mercy."

A faint shudder cut Zhentian short.

The pilot had fired up the engines for departure, the formidable Qi drives launching the ship into the starry void.

"Sharpen your blades and don't you dare fall," Zhentian proclaimed, pivoting toward Qingyi. "Follow me; we'll have a quick word."

Qingyi offered no objection, quietly trailing him to what looked like a cozy lounge.

"What did the sect leader's daughter want to know about me?" Qingyi inquired after a short silence.

"To be frank... it's tough to pinpoint her true intentions. She's an odd one, and in the decade-plus since I entered the sect, I've crossed paths with her just three times without ever glimpsing her looks." Zhentian let out a sigh, grabbing a wine bottle to pour some for himself and a bit for Qingyi.

"Just... watch out for Tianhao. To him, she's the center of his world, right after his ego."

"Even with her refusing to reveal her face, he acts like she's already his—pathetic to behold!"

Zhentian savored a deep gulp, the fine wine gliding smoothly down his gullet.

It was amusing.

Cultivators like them were nearly impossible to intoxicate.

Still, they indulged in spirits freely, some even puffing on smokes.

Naturally, such habits couldn't harm their bodies, yet Zhentian always chuckled at how even immortals chased after mortal pleasures.

"If the sect leader's daughter keeps showing curiosity about you, Guo Tianhao will probably try to mess with you, so stay vigilant. With me nearby, I can show that fool why I'm dubbed the Divine Fist, but alone, you could get injured."

Qingyi stayed quiet, scrutinizing Zhentian's features.

He appreciated the intel, yet a nagging doubt lingered in his heart.

He'd only just encountered Zhentian, yet the man treated him like a longtime brother.

The worry appeared utterly genuine too.

Could Zhentian truly be a pure-hearted soul who fretted over everyone?

Qingyi refused to buy into that notion.

"Why share all this with me?" Qingyi finally questioned, prompting Zhentian to mull it over at length.

It wasn't an easy query to tackle, yet he opted for truthfulness.

"Elder Shen mentioned you ascended from the Immortal Heaven. My great-grandfather, Han family founder, hailed from there too, but vanished soon after my tenth birthday, so..."

Zhentian halted briefly, draining his cup and refilling it slightly.

"I hoped another Immortal Heaven native like you could offer some hint about where he went."

"I see..." Qingyi nodded, sipping from his own glass.

He held no judgment toward Zhentian.

"Your great-grandfather likely ascended millennia before my birth, so knowing details about him is beyond me."

"I get it; it's just my foolish fancy—forget it." Zhentian gave a wry grin before rising. "All the same, meeting someone possibly from my great-grandfather's homeland feels good. Let's be friends."

He offered his hand to Qingyi, who clasped it without delay.

Through his dragon-like gaze, he could pierce any facade and spot hidden malice.

Despite Zhentian's rugged look and battle-scarred visage, he radiated a saintly presence.

Not literally, of course.

Rather, he was a rare cultivator who prized honor and brotherhood above all—qualities scarce in this cutthroat realm.

Even heads of great orthodox sects often chased self-interest over the principles they claimed to defend against demonic and unorthodox foes.

Thus, a true upholder of those virtues was exceedingly uncommon. Throughout the voyage, their laid-back talks flowed on diverse subjects.

From major sect happenings and tips for Qingyi's ongoing advancement, to secret realm breakthroughs via clever techniques, and naturally, some banter on stunning beauties.

They didn't come off as mentor and disciple at all—more like bosom buddies of many years.

After slightly more than ten hours in transit, the ship slowed down amid a massive blast reverberating through the halls, all defenses snapping to life.

The pirate-infested asteroid loomed near, their artillery already unleashing hell.