The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 686 - You're dead, brat! Dead!
Previously on The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System...
Accepting the mission, Qingyi swiftly finalized the necessary paperwork before commencing his journey, a thrill of anticipation evident on his features as he passed through the hustle and bustle of the sect.
Two primary motivations fueled his acceptance of this task: the mission's apparent brevity and his desire to gauge his own physical prowess against an opponent possessing a significantly higher cultivation level.
Following this assignment, his plan was set: to undertake a series of low-tier missions, completing them at breakneck speed until he met the target of ten successful quests.
After all, the deadline for selecting Rouxi's adopted offspring was drawing alarmingly near.
With a profound exhalation, Qingyi exited the mission hall, emerging into a vast, open courtyard where he proceeded to summon the Dragon's Pride from the mental realm.
The magnificent vessel materialized before him, in pristine condition, its burnished hull reflecting the sunlight in sharp, unbroken glints.
Upon entering, he initiated the Qi engines, which roared to life, their cores erupting in cascades of blue flame.
The ship ascended rapidly into the heavens, its prow angled sharply upwards, and with a sudden surge of power, it transformed into little more than a streak against the sky.
Disregarding any need for careful navigation, Qingyi pushed the vessel's speed to its absolute limit, exceeding twenty times the speed of sound even before breaching the planet's atmosphere.
Within mere moments, he was already hurtling through the vast emptiness of space.
His gaze settled upon the scroll he had acquired, the very document bearing the tracking coordinates of the insubordinate captain.
"Hmm... how does one operate this artifact?" he queried aloud, gesturing with his hand
as a compact console materialized beside his chair.
A flicker of puzzlement crossed his face, but fortunately, his beautiful wife, Ruxue, that spirited and impertinent companion, was ever-present at his side.
Soon, his lap was graced by the familiar, substantial weight of a perfectly formed posterior, the soft, heavy globes settling against his thighs with an unmistakable jiggle.
His hands instinctively moved to cup a generous pair of pale breasts, the creamy flesh feeling cool and smooth beneath his palms, the hefty mounds swaying subtly with each breath Ruxue took as she nestled closer against him.
"Missing me already? You depraved womanizer-" Ruxue cooed, leaning over Qingyi and bestowing a gentle kiss upon his lips.
He offered her breasts a tender squeeze, his fingers delving into their plush softness, each breast spilling alluringly between his digits as a sweet moan escaped her violet lips.
With a playful giggle, Ruxue retrieved the scroll, her attention now fixed upon the console.
A few deft manipulations later, the ship's tracking system synchronized with the embedded codes, seamlessly interfacing with a Qi network that spanned the entirety of the celestial expanse.
This network possessed the capability to detect any individual bearing specific spiritual arrays imprinted upon their body.
It proved an exceptionally effective means of locating traitors, although the majority of cultivators would vehemently object to such arrays being placed within them, and far fewer would dare to betray their sect if these markers were present.
Observing the projected map, Qingyi's grin widened, and he brought his palm down in a resounding slap upon Ruxue's rounded backside.
The impact resonated with a sharp crack that echoed through the cabin, the plump flesh momentarily flattening under his hand before recoiling in a provocative, trembling ripple that cascaded across both cheeks.
A vivid handprint bloomed crimson across her pale skin, eliciting a gasp from her, but he quickly silenced her potential protest with a passionate kiss. "What would I ever do without you?" he murmured, eliciting a sensual purr from Ruxue as she shifted playfully on his lap.
Her ample backside moved in slow, teasing circles, the soft cheeks kneading against the undeniable bulge in his trousers as her weight shifted from one side to the other in seductive undulations.
Her knees pressed into the armrests of Qingyi's seat as she leaned in even closer.
With her enormous pale breasts perfectly aligned with his face, she embraced him and drew him forward, his cheeks sinking into the deep, warm cradle of her cleavage.
The massive twin mounds parted, seemingly swallowing his head whole, their silken surfaces pressing intimately against his ears while their velvety softness conformed to every contour of his face.
"Considering how utterly devoted you are to my magnificent breasts, I suspect you'd succumb to severe withdrawal before even reaching the Nascent Soul stage, even if you'd never sampled them before, fufufu-"
She chuckled, gently stroking his dark hair with her delicate fingers.
The pair remained in this intimate embrace for a considerable interval, permitting the autopilot to guide the Dragon's Pride while they exchanged languid caresses.
Alas, such moments of bliss are ephemeral.
Several hours later, they arrived at a desolate, frigid planet, characterized by its rocky terrain, and Qingyi reluctantly detached himself from the comforting embrace of Ruxue's breasts.
With a final, lingering kiss, he returned her to the mental realm and assumed manual control of his vessel, which now hovered a few dozen kilometers above the desolate red planet stretching out before him.
This place, while resembling any other desert world, endured frigid temperatures dropping to minus fifty degrees Celsius even at midday, with nights plunging far colder. Guiding the Dragon's Pride, Qingyi penetrated the planet's thin atmosphere. The console beside him updated, a red dot pulsing to pinpoint the exact location of his quarry. Activating his draconic eyes and maintaining a high altitude, he swept his gaze across the entire world below. Eventually, something captured his attention: a ship. It was distinctly wrecked, half-submerged in a crater from a tumultuous landing. Adjacent to it, a cave emanated a potent Qi, likely serving as the hideout for the expert he pursued. Qingyi wasted no time, returning the Dragon's Pride to the mind world. Soon, he was alone in the skies, his focus fixed on that distant point. With a minor propulsion, he tore through space, reappearing directly above the cave and the damaged vessel. He knew the cargo he sought resided within the wreckage, but for the moment, it was disregarded; his eyes remained locked on the cave. He advanced with light steps, descending a corridor that sloped gently for several dozen meters. "Who goes there?!" A bellow echoed off the cavern walls as Qingyi entered a vast chamber, its surfaces heavily scored with sword marks. The walls appeared as though they had been ravaged by frenzied blades, deep gashes slashing through the rock in every conceivable direction. The source of that voice was a tall, shirtless man, his eyes consumed by a mad effulgence that glowed a sickly blood-red. His beard was unkempt and shaggy, his long hair matted and filthy. "Ah... they found me! They found me!" he exclaimed upon noticing Qingyi's robes. However, he soon sensed Qingyi's cultivation, and a smile contorted his lips, his stained teeth gleaming in the dim illumination. "You are doomed, brat! Doomed! Hahahahaha!" The madman bypassed any pretense of conversation, roaring and cackling incessantly, saliva trickling from the corner of his mouth. The blade in his hand sliced through the air with astonishing swiftness. His cultivation at the Celestial Origin Realm erupted towards Qingyi, showering dust from the ceiling in choking clouds as Qingyi immediately braced himself for defense.