The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 639 If he doesn't come, I'll go get him by force!

The sect leader along with Ma Zhenwu both halted briefly.

How much time had passed since Qingyi joined the sect?

Very little. An incredibly brief period.

Upon his arrival, he lingered at the peak of the Astral Body Realm, yet now, not even three months in, he had rocketed to the peak of the Astral Blood Realm, his firm foundation propelling him

perilously near to a breakthrough.

These two veterans, weathered by endless years and myriad sights, had never encountered such blistering cultivation speed.

"Ah... he appears a finer match for your gifted granddaughter than for my daughter, hahahaha!" The sect leader boomed with laughter, eyeing Old Ma's face souring moment by moment.

No... such a thing couldn't be happening.

Was destiny toying with him? Even his close companion, the very friend he'd cradled as an infant, uttered words like those.

The sect leader's guffaws died down, swiftly replaced by a fleeting glint of doubt.

Whatever scheme that cursed elder was brewing, it was plainly backfiring.

Ultimately, the sect leader just shook his head and shifted his gaze toward Qingyi.

The striking youth seemed somewhat puzzled, silently observing the pair of elders.

What in the world was unfolding there?

After a short pause, he offered a bow with clasped fists.

"Outer disciple Long Qingyi greets Master Ma and the sect leader!"

The elders gestured for Qingyi to stand. Ma Zhenwu, fatigued, concealed his inner storm and gave the youth a warm smile.

"How did your cultivation advance so swiftly in mere months?" Zhenwu inquired, curiosity genuine.

"I simply gained a lucky insight, Master Ma. Your praise overwhelms me." Qingyi bowed again.

"Nonsense. A cultivator's luck counts as talent too, and you've aided me greatly. Those thousand celestial spirit crystals barely scratch what I owe you. Speak, what reward do you desire?" Ma Zhenwu pressed.

"Well..." Qingyi paused briefly. "I require a personal ship for my missions."

"Easy enough." The sect leader answered, drawing a tiny token from his robes. "Head to the sect's shipyards and pick any vessel you like. My treat."

He stopped, his face turning grave.

"Conquering that cursed secret realm after years of failure and birthing a new star sovereign in the sect demands far more than just a spaceship."

Master Ma Zhenwu, moments earlier glowing with ease at the modest request, felt his visage cloud over once more.

That pesky kid! A ship sufficed amply!

What if Qingyi demanded something unacceptable? What if...

Ma Zhenwu's musings hadn't concluded when Qingyi appeared resolved.

After quick contemplation, the youth's mouth opened.

"I know Master Ma Zhenwu has kin in the central regions."

Ma Zhenwu's spirit plummeted.

'DAMNED BRAT!' he raged silently, eyes rolling skyward in fury.

"I've longed to see the central regions, and if feasible, I'd love to join Master Ma on a future trip there."

"Absolutely! Our sect owns vessels that reach the central regions, and Zhenwu takes one whenever visiting his granddaughter. You're guaranteed a spot on the next voyage!" The sect leader thundered with mirth, slapping his old pal's back robustly.

"Well, lad, your talent shines clear, and..." The sect leader eyed his adopted daughter, who clutched Qingyi like her entire universe.

Rarely did that girl cling so tightly to anyone save Rouxi, warming his heart.

A warmth that soon ebbed.

Ere long, a tough decision loomed.

"You've truly given me a fine recommendation, Zhenwu." The sect

leader smiled. "It seems the sect's fate isn't entrusted solely to

Tianhao."

Zhenwu nodded curtly, fighting to keep his shoulders from sagging.

Deep inside, though, a scheme brewed.

He'd simply skip visits to his granddaughter!

Not eternally, merely while Qingyi's wish persisted.

The youth might rethink it eventually, right? Unless she summoned him outright, no central lands for him!

***

While Ma Zhenwu took his leave from the sect leader and Rou'er with a subtle smile, in the heart of the universe stood a stunning beauty. A lavish garden sprawled around her, vast enough to pass for a grand park, where spiritual carps swam gracefully in crystal-clear waters as birds filled the air with enchanting songs from the treetops. This paradise's splendor ranked just below Ruxue's inner world, and paled even more beside the woman gracing its midst.

Her eyes remained shut, her voluptuous curves and exquisite features draped in flowing white veils that swayed softly with the wind.

All at once, the thud of heavy footsteps rang out from afar.

Her eyes fluttered open to reveal a man striding toward the pavilion where she lounged.

Tall and commanding, he boasted refined features and a chiseled face locked in a rigid, strained look.

"What is it?" she inquired, her emerald eyes locking onto the object clutched in the man's hands.

She leaned in just a bit, her arms pressing inward along either

side of her huge tits.

This motion squeezed her plump breasts together, the creamy, supple orbs surging and overflowing past the veil's neckline in a lavish, mesmerizing swell.

A dazzling display, though the man, eyes cast down, failed to witness it.

"Senior Sister Ma, after many trials, I have managed to retrieve the

jade from the fallen goddess's tear and would like to offer it to you as

a gift, so that at the Divine Maiden Ceremony, two years from now, you may become my wife."

Right as his words concluded, a crushing aura descended on the haughty young master like a towering peak.

"Get lost!" A booming voice thundered across the garden, and he

was flung far from the pavilion.

Now alone, she breathed out a long sigh.

"Hm... I hope Grandpa comes to visit me at the Divine Maiden Ceremony. If he doesn't come, I'll go get him by force!"