The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 649 - A perfect test subject

[Name: Long Qingyi

Age: 23

Cultivation: First Stage of the Celestial Ascension Realm (30 G Lust Points to upgrade)

Mana Manipulation: Fourteenth Ring (100 G Lust Points to upgrade)

Affinities: Lightning: 9500 - Sword: 9500 - Fire: 9500 - Ice: 9500 - Space: 9500 - Light: 9500 - Shadow: 9500 - Charm: 6000 (can be upgraded in the Lust Store)

Spiritual Roots: Origin-level Primordial Creation Seed Spirit Root (Lightning, Sword, Fire, Ice, Space, Light, Shadow) (100 G Lust Points to upgrade).

Spiritual Roots2: None/Origin-level Primordial Creation Seed Mana Heart (100 G Lust Points to upgrade).

Lineage: Blood of the Corruption Dragon God (Origin grade, 250 G Lust Points to upgrade.)

Constitution: Primordial Dragon Body (Origin grade, 250 G Lust Points to upgrade.)

G Lust Points: 282.7]

"Ah..." A drawn-out sigh slipped from Qingyi's lips while he eased his body into relaxation.

His gaze swept across the status panel, a grin of deep satisfaction blooming on his face.

His strength had soared far beyond his former level. Even his affinities alone probably outshone those of cultivators two whole realms higher.

Seeming minor on the surface, affinity governed mastery over Qi. With peak efficiency in deployment and colossal reserves, unless he flung his ultimate techniques wildly like a lunatic or found

himself caught in a brutal, desperate clash, depleting his Qi would prove rare indeed.

Alongside upgrades to his bloodline and constitution, the cumulative surge in power was staggering.

Guo Tianhao undoubtedly wielded an Eternal Grade bloodline and constitution, narrowing the gap between them to a mere single tier.

A satisfying crack echoed as Qingyi stretched his back, a smile gracing his lips before he departed the

chamber.

The trip to the Cosmic Void Sect had reached its final day.

Rou'er, who clung to his side throughout the voyage despite their scant sessions of oral sex, finally bowed to her obligations as the sect's princess.

At that precise moment, she lingered in the ship's command center, her radiant eyes gleaming while she observed the sect expanding in view through the enormous forward pane.

The moment Qingyi crossed the threshold, her thrill doubled. She whirled around and flung herself at him, locking her arms around his neck in a fierce embrace.

"Oh... big brother Qingyi, the elder told me that Guo Tianhao has a brother in the Cosmic Void Sect!"

She eased back slightly to gaze up into his eyes.

"He'll probably try to use his soul cultivation to humiliate you, so don't

fall into that filthy cuckold's traps, okay?"

A playful spark ignited in her eyes as her expression transformed.

"If he has a wife, you have my permission to steal her!"

Qingyi erupted into hearty laughter.

Not even the elder nearby could hold back a chuckle. Permission to snatch another man's wife... what audacious chatter! Still, Young Master Guo's little brother did possess a fiancée.

Daughter to a top sect elder and one of the three supreme beauties hailing from the Celestial Sky's northern domain.

Strikingly, the remaining pair both originated from the Cosmic Dawn Sect: Rou'er herself, alongside Ma Zhenwu's granddaughter, without question.

The latter had since relocated to a central continent sect, yet clung steadfastly to her rank among the trio.

This Cosmic Void Sect prodigy shone as a peerless soul cultivator of unmatched genius. Naturally, a figure like Qingyi wouldn't catch her eye... or would he?

The exorbitant price the Guo clan forked over for an engagement to such an extraordinary woman was enough to send the elder's heart

plummeting.

He shook off the notion with a head shake.

Her participation in the tournament loomed ahead, ensuring their paths would cross shortly.

Qingyi welcomed Rou'er's hug effortlessly, permitting her to hold tight as his sight shifted toward the approaching sect.

The Cosmic Void Sect perched not upon any planet. Instead, it drifted atop a roaming cosmic fortress, expansive enough to house five billion inhabitants across a vast construct spanning thousands of kilometers over

ten layers.

Serving dual roles as living space and peerless divine relic, the platform could independently unleash world-shattering assaults.

on its own.

The sect proper claimed the topmost level, cradled in a habitable air envelope maintained by potent spiritual formations.

A spectacle beyond compare.

Enormous violet halls thrust skyward amid trees in every hue, and

dominating them all soared one immense tree bearing leaves of pink, red, and purple. Its grandeur rivaled the legendary Tree of Life from the

immortal heavens.

Unmistakable at the heart lay the sect lord's palace, overshadowing even the Cosmic Dawn Sect leader's abode despite the sects' near-equal might.

Of course, the Cosmic Dawn Sect grappled with profound deficiencies unlike its counterpart,

Supreme in talent, the Cosmic Void Sect towered at its zenith, luring one

prodigy upon another.

The Cosmic Dawn Sect's fleet lingered for a few minutes before securing permission to land.

Visitors from innumerable sects overcrowded the landing areas, allowing

just one vessel through at a time. Everyone else held steady

next to the guardian armadas of the other prominent sects.

This routine protocol prompted no objections from them.

The transport vessel settled in a remote area, with Qingyi soon exiting alongside Rou'er gripping his arm and the elder paving the path forward.

Not even a full minute elapsed before he halted.

A domineering, overbearing presence smashed into him, crushing his form with unrelenting might.

That level of suppression should have drained the color from Qingyi's face. Everyone

at his realm would have buckled.

However, zero terror gripped him.

Brilliance flashed in his eyes as his mouth arched into a grand smirk.

His most recent cultivation breakthrough perfected the Tempest Monarch's sword art, altering it profoundly.

Its distinct forms blended into a unified whole that integrated them seamlessly all at once. A fluid technique adaptable to every motion, unshackled from fixed choreography.

He'd yearned to experiment with it right after gaining it, yet the

voyage yielded no such moment.

Now, however? The timing couldn't be better.

"So you're the one who stole my older brother's wife?" A peeved

voice pierced the air, stretching Qingyi's grin broader still.

Yes. The ideal test subject.