The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 685 I don't need that sacrifice.

Having seen the final opponent fall, Qingyi embarked on a journey with Chen Wei. Chen Wei was in a rush to get his beloved to one of the sect's medical facilities, wanting to ensure she received the care she needed.

Not long after, the two young men found themselves walking alone once more, traversing the stone pathways of the pavilion side by side.

"You've advanced far more than I anticipated. The Yan family's techniques are quite suited for you," Qingyi commented with a warm smile, his eyes reflecting admiration.

"It's all thanks to Senior Brother! Come to my residence! I guarantee that this time, my father won't create any obstacles in handing my mother over to you, especially after I demonstrate to him what I've achieved thanks to your guidance!"

These words elicited a genuine chuckle from Qingyi, who playfully shook his head, amused by his friend's earnestness.

"I need to meet her first. What's her weight, at least?" Qingyi inquired, and this time, Chen Wei faltered, a grimace of discomfort evident on his face.

"Two hundred..."

"Two hundred what?"

"Uh... I'd estimate around two hundred and fifty kilograms..."

Upon hearing this, Qingyi flinched, his pace momentarily faltering.

Impossible.

How could she possibly be that hefty? Her cultivation level should be at least the Astral Body Realm, and cultivators at that stage only gained substantial weight if they actively neglected their physical condition.

"Well... she's not exactly overweight, she's just really passionate about lifting weights, hahaha," Chen Wei attempted to explain, nervously scratching the back of his neck with a strained laugh. "But her face is truly delicate, I swear!" Qingyi sighed, placing both hands on his friend's shoulders with an exaggeratedly solemn expression.

"My dear brother, often, men of resolve and valor must undertake arduous sacrifices. I comprehend the sacrifice you aim to make in support of your elder brother and his benevolent gifts, but rest assured. I do not require such a sacrifice.

Reserve it for yourself, relish it, and make it meaningful."

With an enigmatic air, Qingyi resumed walking, his hands clasped behind his back like a seasoned sage imparting profound wisdom to a disciple.

He wasn't particularly drawn to women who leaned more towards muscularity than delicate frames, but heavens, two hundred and fifty kilograms of sheer muscle?

That far surpassed what he would casually categorize as a 'muscle mommy'.

Furthermore, he wasn't inclined towards casual encounters; for him, to be intimate with a woman, he would need to consider the possibility of taking her as a wife.

He had no intention of becoming sworn enemies with Chen Wei's father by pursuing his wife, even if she were a paragon of beauty worthy of his attention.

Ultimately, Chen Wei merely shook his head and followed Qingyi to a tavern situated beyond the defensive walls encircling the Celestial Fairy Pavilion.

They spent the entire night drinking, deliberately refraining from employing their Qi to counteract the effects of the alcohol, allowing themselves to succumb to intoxication.

Well, Chen Wei allowed himself to become completely drunk.

Even after consuming over a hundred liters of the tavern's most potent liquor, Qingyi was only just beginning to experience a faint sense of lightheadedness, his vision remaining sharp and perfectly clear.

This was a testament to his formidable constitution; all the alcohol entering his body was efficiently processed and converted into Qi, even without active intervention from his internal energy to expel it.

"Ah... you must have a home to return to, correct?" Chen Wei slurred, punctuated by an alcoholic hiccup, taking another swig directly from the liquor bottle.

Qingyi paused, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table's aged wooden surface. "My home is wherever I am," he responded with a tranquil smile, his hand gently caressing the sky-defying thunder sword.

As long as he possessed that blade, returning home would always be a mere thought away.

"However, considering your query, the answer would likely be no."

"Ah..." Chen Wei sighed, his shoulders sagging at Qingyi's words. "I must wait a thousand years, an extensive and rather daunting period. Only after a millennium will I be permitted to return home and assume the position of patriarch within my family. My father refuses to allow my return one second sooner, and I yearn for home."

Qingyi remained silent, offering a quiet prayer that Chen Wei would not dissolve into tears.

Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, Chen Wei began to sing. His voice, thick with alcohol, reverberated through the tavern as he staggered to his feet, engaging in a clumsy and awkward dance.

Qingyi could barely decipher the lyrics, but he recognized it as a song centered on love and returning home, the typical ballad favored by the inebriated.

Qingyi contemplated disengaging, but reflecting on their deep camaraderie, he rose to his feet.

What was the purpose of having a best friend if that friend didn't occasionally destabilize your life?

Qingyi pressed one of Chen Wei's meridians, channeling his Qi to instantly dispel the alcohol's influence from his mind.

Chen Wei stood frozen, every eye in the tavern suddenly fixed upon him. Giggles erupted from the courtesans, while amused glances spread across the faces of the other disciples.

His face flushed a deep crimson, burning with embarrassment as he turned towards Qingyi. He really wished he had just blacked out and woken up with no memory of the previous night.

Why, in the name of all that was unholy, did Qingyi have to rouse him?

"Y-you son of a bitch!"

Utterly mortified by his public display, Chen Wei decided the best course of action was to attend to his girl, leaving Qingyi to his own musings.

The handsome young man downed two more shots before departing with heavy steps towards his own quarters.

He spent the entire night in quiet meditation, and as dawn broke, he made his way to the mission pavilion with a grin. His gaze landed on the woman from the Ma family who had assigned him his mission. Upon spotting Qingyi, her eyes instantly brightened. She rose and hurried towards him, eager to secure his attention before anyone else could, even deliberately displaying the enticing curve of her cleavage to best capture his favor.

"Senior Brother Qingyi! You've returned!" Her eyes quickly assessed his attire, noticing his advancement to inner disciple status. "Do you require a mission? I can assist you immediately!" Qingyi simply offered a nod and a smile. "I seek a combat-focused mission, targeting an enemy from the Celestial Origin Realm, for now!"

The woman paused, a flicker of hesitation crossing her face. However, realizing she couldn't even discern Qingyi's cultivation level, she silently complied. She began sifting through dozens of missions until one particularly suited the young man's request. It involved apprehending a captain who had absconded with a sect shipment, with the fugitive's location already pinpointed by a tracker concealed on his person.

The objective was straightforward: eliminate the captain, retrieve the stolen cargo, and claim a reward of five hundred spirit crystals.

A satisfied smile played on Qingyi's lips upon seeing the mission details.

It was ideal, not only for its swiftness but also because it would streamline his plans to make Rouxi his new mommy.