The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 662 - Get away from your stinky, cuckold fiancé

Just one chapter today as electricity issues are causing problems. Normal service will resume tomorrow. My apologies!

Qingyi did not greatly react to Xue Hua's decision. She was intelligent to have chosen him, and honestly, he was intrigued by her motivations. However, it held no real importance. His aim was to figuratively 'hat' Longwei, and having Xue Hua, along with Rou'er, secluded within a secret realm would greatly assist his schemes.

With Qingyi having eliminated all his rivals, the sect leader swiftly declared a new round of trials once the participants had recovered. Since the injuries were purely physical, the recovery would not be protracted. For cultivators of their caliber, damaged meridians were a minor inconvenience, and even a ruptured heart could be mended within minutes by a skilled healer or in mere hours through diligent Qi circulation. Only the destruction of the Dantian or the soul could truly spell despair and doom for cultivators at this level.

After a brief wait, Qingyi observed Fa Yun, the monk he had previously defeated, emerging from the infirmary. The man had fully recuperated, his arms now more robust than ever, his imposing aura undiminished.

"Brother Fa Yun," Qingyi initiated, offering an apology for his earlier intensity, "I regret the severity of my actions. I employed excessive force."

"Ah, worry not, Brother Qingyi!" Fa Yun boomed with laughter. "I am no mere child nor a conceited young master. My master instilled in me the virtues of humility and discipline! I am simply delighted to have firsthand experienced the might of a black dragon! Hahahaha."

He leaned forward slightly, a vibrant spark igniting in his eyes. "Continue your diligent cultivation and ascend to the Celestial Origin realm or the apex of the Celestial Ascension realm. I wish to engage you with unrestrained Qi in the Great Sects Divine Tournament of the Celestial North."

Qingyi offered a nod. He possessed limited knowledge of the tournament but understood it was a primary factor in Tianhao's significance to the sect. This exclusive competition for prodigious talents under thirty, requiring a minimum attainment of the Celestial Ascension Realm's peak, stood as the region's most esteemed martial event, yet it also constituted a source of considerable anxiety for the Cosmic Dawn Sect. For decades, their younger disciples had consistently failed to reach the semifinals, making them the sole major sect perpetually eliminated before the podium.

This persistent lack of top-tier talent had facilitated Tianhao's swift ascent within the sect, positioning him as their singular hope. However, as news of a young dragon possessing an unparalleled physique inevitably spread, Tianhao would soon find himself consumed by fury. He, who craved renown and recognition, would once again have his moment usurped by the very individual who had previously denied him glory and subjected his brother to lasting ignominy.

Qingyi was aware that word of his prowess would disseminate rapidly, a prospect that brought a smile to his face. He held a favorable view of the Cosmic Dawn Sect and was content to leverage his abilities to bolster its reputation.

Fa Yun, sensing Qingyi's expression drift into a faraway gaze, simply shook his head. He neither knew nor cared about the young man's inner thoughts.

"Brother Qingyi, I invite you for a drink one of these evenings before the secret realm commences. It would be a delight to share a toast and discuss martial experiences with you," the monk proposed with a smile.

The comely young man confirmed with a nod and exchanged farewells with Fa Yun. His lips parted as if to utter a word, but in the subsequent instant, he froze. A streak of golden light erupted from the distant horizon, piercing the dark cosmos and bathing the entire celestial expanse. The atmosphere grew heavy, and an immense pressure descended upon all present, akin to an unseen force. Stellar Sovereigns quaked, and the sect itself appeared on the brink of disintegration under the sheer magnitude of the energy.

"A battle between Celestial Emperors!" an Elder exclaimed, his voice laced with shock. Celestial Emperors were scarce within the celestial heavens, making clashes between them exceedingly rare. Yet, when such an event transpired, occurring perhaps once a millennium, the entire cosmos bore witness to its impact.

The sect's defensive formations immediately activated, enveloping the entire structure in a cerulean luminescence, poised to shield it from the spatial disturbances. Fortunately, this measure proved unnecessary. As swiftly as it had manifested, the terrifying aura dissipated, leaving behind only pallid faces slick with sweat and gasping for breath. Even the Stellar Sovereigns shuddered from the residual impact.

That powerful strike had occurred light-years away, possibly near the boundary separating the southern and central regions.

Despite the immense distance, its impact was felt instantly, as if the speed of light were insignificant and the very fabric of the cosmos bent to its might.

Such a phenomenon could only be the result of an attack by one of the Seven Great Supremes, not merely any celestial emperor.

These seven figures commanded unparalleled power and were held in the highest esteem throughout the celestial heavens, even within the central territories.

Should someone like Longwei have had the slightest inkling that a particular young dragon participating in the competition was, in fact, the son-in-law of one of these Seven Great Supremes, he would undoubtedly fall to his knees, begging for mercy.

It’s conceivable that even the patriarch of the Guo family himself might personally lame his two gifted sons as a form of apology.

"Ah... celestial emperors are indeed terrifyingly powerful. Do you not agree, Brother Taoist Qingyi?" Fa Yun inquired, glancing at him.

The young dragon appeared not terrified, but rather astonished. "Oh... I see, you hail from the immortal heavens, Qingyi. This is the might of a celestial emperor! Given your talent, perhaps one day you might ascend to the central region and even be fortunate enough to witness one of them up close!" The monk chuckled, clapping Qingyi on the shoulder. The handsome young man offered a silent nod in response.

What astonished him was not what Fa Yun had presumed. Quite the contrary.

He recognized that specific Qi, and it took but a fleeting moment for a familiar voice to resonate within his mind.

[Husband... what was that Qi? We can sense it even from this distance. How come I feel Father's aura?] Long Qianyao communicated, leveraging Qingyi's connection with Ruxue.

'It was likely your father... rest assured, my love. I shall pursue him soon!' Qingyi's eyes turned icy.

He withheld from Qianyao the fact that, alongside Tianjin's aura, he had detected a second, significantly fainter presence spreading across the cosmos – the repulsive, detestable aura of the Heavenly Demon...

The mere thought of them clashing at this moment made his blood boil.

He yearned to reach the Celestial Emperor realm with utmost urgency.

His ambition was to ascend to the pinnacle, vanquish the Heavenly Demon, and bring his beloved ones to the Celestial Heavens.

Thereafter, he envisioned an eternity of peace, cherishing his future descendants alongside everyone she held dear. However, to achieve this, he could not afford any missteps.

Qingyi maintained a stern countenance as he fixed his gaze upon the white tiger across the room.

He remained calm and collected, as if the surge of power from a celestial emperor’s strike was utterly inconsequential.

The tiger, unfazed, was the sole individual not exhibiting any reaction; he was engrossed in consuming a potent liquor whose fumes alone could intoxicate nearby cultivators.

Yet, he remained entirely at ease, showing no hint of intoxication whatsoever.

Taking a draught, the tiger's eyes sharpened and settled upon Qingyi. A grin, revealing sharp teeth, spread across his muzzle as he hurled the enormous liquor bottle, containing over ten liters of the potent brew, towards the young dragon.

Qingyi caught it effortlessly in mid-air, downed a single, throat-searing gulp, and mirrored the tiger's fierce smile.

He found himself beginning to appreciate the formidable feline.

And so, with the sect returning to normalcy and no further indications of the celestial battle's continuation, the sect leader officially announced the commencement of the second round.

This particular round spanned a considerably longer duration than the first, featuring hundreds of duels, many of which were so intense they dragged on for several minutes. The clang of metal on metal and bursts of Qi permeated the arena for hours.

The young combatants, having recovered and eager to redeem themselves after their humbling defeats at Qingyi's hands, fought with the entirety of their being, each striving to deliver their absolute best performance.

Ultimately, when the dust settled, more than fifteen hours had elapsed.

This was a significant duration for mortals, but for cultivators, it amounted to little more than a brief period of meditation.

Swiftly, the prodigies who had distinguished themselves were identified and selected.

An intense competition ensued over the acquisition of Monk Fa Yun, who ultimately became the guardian of a young and captivating beauty whose smile alone had ensnared the hearts of many competitors.

Once all one hundred coveted spots were filled, the tournament concluded, and the chosen guardians proceeded to locate their protégés. Naturally, it wasn't long before Qingyi found himself holding a diminutive, attention-seeking imp, who nuzzled her face against his strong chest.

"What’s wrong, big sis Xue Hua? Do you also desire to be embraced by big brother Qingyi?" Rou’er glanced back towards Xue Hua, who stood with her arms crossed and an expression of indifference.

"He's warm, smells delightful, and is incredibly protective. Come join me and escape your fiancé, that stinky, cuckolded Longwei!" she declared haughtily to Xue Hua, Longwei’s betrothed.As Longwei, standing nearby, observed the immediate shift of everyone's gaze toward him within the room, his heart was consumed by a fiery sense of humiliation. The resounding laughter of his guardian, the colossal white tiger, reverberated through the space.