The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 640 Difficult choice

Qingyi chatted briefly with the sect leader, covering a vast array of subjects.

Thankfully, the sect leader wasn't arrogant at all and turned out to be remarkably approachable; he scarcely resembled such a mighty powerhouse.

Qingyi shared tales of the mortal and immortal realms, even hinting at the demons he'd battled in that area, while concealing most details.

What could he possibly claim?

That he'd clashed with the foremost of the seventy-two demon lords, the Heavenly Demon, and triumphed?

Nobody would buy it, and worse, they'd brand him insane.

Though Qingyi held back the full grandeur of his adventures, Rou'er hung on every word with sparkling eyes.

Her big brother was undoubtedly the most extraordinary figure to ever grace that sect.

Standing alone against hordes of demons from his own realm...

Alas, all good things must end.

After several more minutes of talk, Qingyi's departure arrived, leaving a forlorn Rou'er in his wake.

At least they'd conversed extensively.

The sect leader valued Qingyi's modesty and took even greater delight in his formerly timid adopted daughter's clear adoration.

Only one thing erased the grin from his features: the knowledge that future decisions would prove far tougher.

He'd committed too deeply to back out without staining his reputation, and the Guo family wielded far greater influence than it seemed.

Blissfully ignorant of the sect leader's inner turmoil, Qingyi traversed the central palace and exited.

His gaze lifted to the starry night sky, and with a subtle shift of his stance, he disappeared.

He rematerialized at the tavern where he'd once shared drinks with Chen Wei.

Observing the already inebriated Chen family young master, Qingyi grinned.

Numerous stares turned his way, brimming with suspicion. What sort of spatial artifact allowed that?

Qingyi paid them no heed.

"Come on, use your Qi to clear your mind. We're just getting started drinking now!" Qingyi said, slapping Chen Wei on the shoulder.

As Young Master Chen raised his head, his eyes locked onto Qingyi's neck, spotting a lipstick stain.

He'd examined it closely and recognized the shade Rou'er favored...

Wasn't that an exact match?

"Master Qingyi... Senior..." Chen Wei clutched his martial brother's robes. "Teach me your path and offer your insight to this ignorant soul trapped in darkness!"

Qingyi burst into roaring laughter.

"I'll trade your mother for my secrets, if she's hot."

Chen Wei's world went black.

"Can I talk to my father first?" he pleaded with tears, sparking yet another laugh from Qingyi.

"Well, wouldn't he whip you for something like that? My father certainly would, hahaha."

Chen Wei nodded vigorously in agreement.

He wasn't bold enough to request such a thing from his father.

"Ah..." Qingyi sighed contentedly as a servant delivered a bottle of liquor to the pair, which they passed between them.

Chen Wei made a solid companion.

A bit foolish, yet no coward at heart.

Qingyi admired how he'd lay down his life for loved ones.

Sipping the liquor, Qingyi delved into his spatial ring to inspect the trove of treasures from the Yan family inheritance.

Surely something perfect for Chen Wei lurked within, didn't it?

After brief searching, Qingyi unearthed exactly what he sought.

Chen Wei favored spears, and the Yan family techniques included the Wind Tiger Spear Technique, paired with a spear of equal caliber that suited it ideally.

"Open your spatial ring," Qingyi instructed, drawing a puzzled glance from Chen Wei.

Wearing a baffled look, Chen Wei complied, and shock widened his eyes upon seeing the gifts Qingyi had deposited inside.

"Cultivate well and defeat that young Master Yao with your own

power."

Chen Wei spun to express gratitude, but Qingyi had vanished.

Left solitary, he could merely exhale a heavy sigh.

He'd been chosen!

Accepted as a disciple under the legendary master Long Qingyi!

***

As Chen Wei reveled in joy, Qingyi strolled quietly along the avenues encircling the Celestial Fairy Pavilion.

Clearly, he hadn't accepted any disciples.

Why bother? He was far too youthful for that.

After a brief contemplation, Qingyi set off toward the sect's

shipyards.

Night had fallen deep, yet cultivators could forgo sleep for months and labor endlessly.

Nevertheless, the shipyards' service desk would shut in roughly two hours,

prompting Qingyi to hasten his steps.

Before long, he reached the enormous industrial sprawl north of the primary palace, stretching across vast expanses of assembly lines.

From sleek transport vessels to massive freighters and, far less commonly, imposing battleships

armed with cannons powerful enough to demolish moons, that facility manufactured

absolutely everything.

Though controlled by the sect, the location operated like a dealership

specializing in private ship sales, backed by numerous merchant

pavilions and even delivering vessels to rival sects. Naturally, the Cosmic Dawn Sect enjoyed top priority, though they also handled private transactions.

As Qingyi stepped into the vast central hall of the massive industrial site, eyeing the array of displayed ships, a cheerful, plump man approached him right away—the very same who had leased him a vessel for his previous mission.

The plump man hurried to Qingyi's side, his expression brimming with joy.

"Oh... Senior Brother Qingyi, it's such a delight to see you! What can I assist with?" The plump man chuckled heartily.

"I'm thrilled that my prayers and good vibes aided you in surviving your

crisis!"

Those words left Qingyi baffled for a second.

What in the world was that supposed to mean?

Ultimately, he decided the chubby fellow had lost his mind.

Yet, he stayed polite.

"I require a spaceship. Show me your top models? Price isn't an issue; someone else is footing the bill." Qingyi grinned, flashing the token granted by the sect leader.

Having affluent benefactors was truly wonderful...

Still, they had no right to object.

Qingyi always returned favors twice over and malice a hundredfold.

The moment had arrived to select his spaceship.