The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 650 Beat the crap out of him and then steal his wife!

Slowly, Qingyi turned his gaze towards a youth who was approaching from a distance.

He appeared no older than eighteen, bearing a striking resemblance to Tianhao, though perhaps even more presumptuous.

Garbed in ostentatious robes woven from spiritual silk, his long hair was meticulously arranged, and a fan rested in his hand.

His cultivation reached the second stage of the Celestial Ascension realm, his innate talent only marginally less than his brother’s.

It was highly probable he would achieve the Celestial Origin realm before his twenty-second birthday, becoming a valuable asset to the Cosmic Void Sect.

“Answer me! Are you Long Qingyi?” the youth demanded, and Qingyi gave a nod of affirmation.

“I am. You are… that cuckold Guo’s brother, aren’t you? Did you also travel all this way to present your wife to me?”

The young master faltered for a moment.

What in the world had that wretched scoundrel just uttered?

“Guo Horn?! What gives you the right to refer to my brother in such a manner, let alone set your sights on my intended?” the young man bellowed, puffing out his chest. “I am Guo Longwei, the youngest son of the Guo family, and I challenge you, Long Qingyi, you abominable fiend, to a duel.”

Qingyi did not reply immediately, casting a discreet glance towards Rou’er and the elder.

“Oh… beat him soundly, big brother Qingyi, beat him soundly and then take his wife!” Rou’er exclaimed with an enthusiastic little bounce, her arm clasped tightly to Qingyi’s.

The elder, positioned just behind them, remained silent.

This was a matter for the younger generation to resolve.

His attention was occupied by an elder from the Cosmic Void Sect and another from the Golden Fist Sect, an order comprised of warrior monks.

A disciple accompanying the latter elder, a young man with a shaven head and closed eyes, approached, his hand raised in a gesture resembling prayer.

Much like Tianhao, he was a disciple of exceptional talent, his cultivation deliberately restrained to allow participation in the upcoming secret realm, currently at the peak of the Celestial Ascension realm.

“Amitabha, young Taoists, please temper your killing intent. This is merely a congenial gathering intended to awaken the martial lineages and souls of the new generation; bloodshed is unnecessary—”

“Congenial gathering my foot! This lowly peasant will learn to respect the nobility of the Guo lineage!” Longwei vociferated, promptly unleashing one of his most formidable soul techniques, designed to shatter an opponent’s mental defenses and induce terror.

While not a lethal technique, it possessed the capacity to easily annihilate a martial spirit should the cultivator’s mental fortitude be breached.

The elder from the Cosmic Void Sect, standing directly behind Longwei, felt an involuntary sinking sensation in his heart.

He had received explicit instructions from the sect leader to safeguard Qingyi and Rou’er specifically, ensuring their well-being throughout the event.

Any harm befalling Qingyi at this juncture would place him in a precarious position.

The elder attempted to restrain his disciple, but alas, it was too late. [Oh… poor thing, fufufu~~]

Ruxue’s melodious and alluring giggle resonated within Qingyi’s mind, and he responded with a smile.

Indeed, a pitiable fool who remained ignorant of his true standing in the world.

Every cultivator possessed mental defenses, even those who did not focus on soul cultivation.

However, Qingyi’s, fortified by the Bloodline of the Corruption Dragon God, were extraordinarily potent.

Ultimately, that soul technique, though devastating, possessed a dangerous propensity to rebound if it failed to penetrate the enemy’s mental defenses.

The instant Longwei’s soul Qi made contact with Qingyi’s mental defenses, it abruptly ceased its advance.

It was akin to encountering an imposing, impenetrable black barrier, radiating a potent and savage Qi.

Longwei’s eyes widened, his breath hitched in his throat, and his own spiritual defenses began to quake.

Concealed behind that formidable barrier, at its very core, a pair of violet eyes fixed upon him, emanating an intent to kill beyond compare.

A colossal black dragon materialized, its razor-sharp fangs bared in a grin laced with bloodlust.

A solitary drop was all it took, and Longwei’s mental defenses crumbled. Terror flooded his features.

He had proven incapable of breaching Qingyi’s mental barriers, and

his technique had consequently rebounded upon him.

So assured was he of Qingyi’s imminent defeat that Longwei neglected any form of defense or resistance, subsequently landing unceremoniously on his posterior with a distinct thud.

“What troubles you? Did you witness something untoward?” Qingyi inquired with an air of composed amusement, projecting an intimidating aura that descended upon

Longwei like an oppressive shroud.

He ceased projecting the aura only upon detecting an offensive odor assaulting his senses, a smell he never anticipated encountering again.

The distinct aroma of urine and feces.

His eyes widened, and he circulated his Qi to push the foul odor away from himself and Rou'er, whose face contorted in disgust. "Ugh... it appears the formidable noble Guo Longwei is actually Shit-Pants Longwei!" she declared, refraining from glancing at the repulsive stain marring the young man's trousers.

Even the young monk, who had hurried to Longwei's assistance, halted abruptly and rapidly retreated to his master's side, fixing his gaze upon the challenger with clear revulsion.

Cultivators possess no need for defecation or urination.

From the Foundation Establishment realm onwards, they achieve complete mastery over such bodily functions, assimilating one hundred percent of their ingested sustenance and transforming it into Qi.

This stands as a fundamental principle, the very reason why the bathing areas in cultivators' quarters are devoid of facilities for other necessities.

Such provisions are deemed superfluous.

Yet, Longwei had soiled himself upon failing to breach Qingyi's defenses.

How utterly pathetic. Even in failure, Longwei ought to have possessed the capability to shield himself from the backlash of his own technique.

Even disciples with the most meager talent could accomplish such a feat. For a fleeting moment, Longwei remained on the ground, his visage aflame with fury and his face flushed deep red.

"Y-you scoundrel! You shall face retribution for this!" Longwei finally bellowed, ascending into the heavens with astonishing celerity.

A hush fell over the onlookers for a brief interval.

The elder from the Cosmic Void Sect seethed with humiliation, while the others endeavored to steer clear of the mortifying subject.

Naturally, a multitude had borne witness to the spectacle, and Rou'er could not resist proclaiming the moniker "Longwei the Pants-Shitter."

It would not be long before this ignominious title permeated all the prominent sects in the surrounding territories. Verily, a designation befitting his disgrace.