The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 637 - Do you know how much I missed you?

Having pleased Lingxue and Lanyin, Qingyi departed from his chamber and headed toward the temple's alchemy pavilion, welcomed by a sun-kissed stunner brimming with tender passion ready to share.

He planned merely to deliver the scroll purchased for her and depart, yet ultimately, as those massive sun-kissed breasts enveloped

his shaft, he had no choice except to linger for several additional hours.

Only when Qingyi at last emerged from the mental realm did the dawn of the following day arrive.

Scratch marks and Feiyan's vivid crimson lipstick marred his body.

"Ah..." He let out a sigh while scanning his surroundings.

One month had passed. He now stood at the peak of the Astral Blood Realm. Who else in the whole sect could rival such rapid cultivation progress? A slow smile formed on Qingyi's lips as he exited the cultivation chamber.

"Oh... Young Master Qingyi, are you concluding your seclusion? Is there anything you require?" A pavilion attendant rushed forward, offering a deep bow of respect.

"Yes, I'm departing now. Has anything occurred?" He inquired, his brow furrowing.

Why did she show him such deference? He remained merely an outer disciple, equal to her, nowhere near worthy of the title Young Master.

"Nothing whatsoever, Young Master! The payment was already withdrawn from your disciple token. Thanks for patronizing us!" She bowed once more, deepening the confusion etched on Qingyi's features.

Letting out a sigh, he just walked away, making his way back to his assigned dormitory.

It wasn't long before a piercing stare locked onto his rear.

Turning back, he spotted Chen Wei boiling with jealousy, hardly concealing the wild spark in his gaze.

"You... ruthless scum!" Chen Wei bellowed.

"Why keep quiet about knowing Rou'er? No... why hide that you gained the Ma family's backing for marrying her?"

He clutched Qingyi's shoulders firmly.

"You faked being from the immortal heavens' ascent, right? Are you secretly Master Ma Zhenwu's offspring? Did that cursed geezer bed a dragon, birthing you from such an offering?"

"Ah..." Qingyi shut his eyes briefly, annoyance flooding his expression. "For starters, I've already bedded a dragon; it wasn't some offering. Secondly, what nonsense are you spouting, you insane bastard?" "Oh? You're unaware?"

"No."

"Well, your little brother here will fill you in." Chen Wei thrust out his chest proudly. "Elder Ma Zhenwu finished his seclusion and broke through to the stellar sovereign realm. But wait, there's more."

He dropped his tone to a whisper.

"He made a formal call on the sect leader and, concerning young Miss Rou'er's upcoming marriage, boldly announced your candidacy with the Ma family's endorsement.

With a stellar sovereign now among them, they outshine even the rich Guo family! Why conceal having such a mighty clan's support?"

"I kept silent because I lack their backing." Qingyi shook his head as his headache worsened. "What about Tianhao? He must be fuming."

"I haven't heard on him. Ma Zhenwu remains at the main palace, and word just swept across the sect.

That idiot will likely shut himself away once more to attempt breaking into the

Celestial Origin Realm."

Qingyi stayed quiet briefly, burdened by heavy thoughts.

This posed way too much trouble.

He hadn't outright concealed his abilities, and provided he refrained from revealing his bloodline's corrupting power, few cultivators in this area could tell him apart from a regular black dragon.

Those from the central region would spell real issues, and Qingyi preferred drawing minimal notice.

Regrettably, neither Elder Chen nor Ma Zhenwu appeared concerned. They'd gladly don a "Qingyi #1" shirt if he handed it over, no hesitation.

What quality drew these wretched elders so fiercely? If only it was a sizzling youthful grandma...

"Ah... screw it, let's grab some booze." Qingyi snarled in frustration, smacking Chen Wei's back.

He prepared to depart when a known presence descended from the skies, accompanied by the sharp whine of a vessel slicing through

the heavens.

Accompanied by Chen Wei, he stepped into the courtyard, set to venture to town for some unwinding ale, but the compact, unmistakably lavish vessel

touched down directly before them.

As the lateral door slid open, exposing lavish insides and, positioned solo in the midst, a ravishing figure veiled in shadowy fog,

Qingyi sighed.

Anger bubbled within him, yet when he ignited his draconic vision to pierce the haze and behold that charming petite figure, the fury refused to rise.

"Ah... I've got some matters to handle first. Enjoy the drinks without me today, Brother Chen Wei." Qingyi abandoned his companion and boarded the tiny

ship.

Young Master Chen watched helplessly as the vessel headed off to the

central palace, his heart utterly shattered.

His senior brother, his master—the most extraordinary man he'd ever

encountered throughout his whole life.

Why wouldn't he just speak his mind for once?

As soon as the hatch sealed and they soared into the heavens, Rou'er unveiled her real form, her mismatched eyes gleaming brightly while she flung herself into Qingyi's embrace.

"Hm—big brother Qingyi, do you realize how deeply I longed for you?♡" she cooed, nuzzling her cheek against his chest.

Qingyi's palms instinctively glided down to her thighs, his firm fingers digging into the soft, voluptuous flesh as he drew her tightly against him.

[You touch the daughter of the Dragon God of Corruption in an

extremely indecent manner! +15 lust points.]

In that instant, Qingyi accumulated the exact points required to break through to the

Celestial Ascension Realm.

Though Rou'er lagged behind his own strength, how monstrous was her potential that one mere caress granted him such a massive haul of points?

Curiosity burned in him, yet it seemed even the system struggled to

provide an answer.