The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 688 No matter the cost!

Upon hearing Ruxue's declaration, Qingyi's eyes ignited with a fierce light, and he surged forward, his target the ship whose side had been partially seared by his formidable flame spear.

With a smooth movement of his hands, the exterior hull was torn asunder, revealing the precious cargo it was meant to safeguard. Ten meticulously sealed boxes lay within, each adorned with gold and jade inlays, their polished, lacquered surfaces reflecting the ethereal starlight that streamed through the breach.

He paid no heed to the other nine, his gaze fixated solely on the box positioned at the very center. A tendril of Lightning Qi, crackling with raw power, shot forth from his fingertips, obliterating the seal with a sharp crack and unveiling the marvel concealed inside. A minuscule metallic fragment rested there, no bigger than his thumb. Its surface, crafted from silvery steel, was intricately etched with ancient script and emanated a soft, pulsating purple glow.

Without a moment's hesitation, he pressed the fragment against the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword. Instantly, the blade absorbed the fragment, and an incandescent radiance surged along its entire length. Qingyi's eyes widened in astonishment as an unseen force ripped the sword from his grasp. Above him, the sky began to roil, dark, heavy clouds gathering with alarming rapidity.

Could this be a heavenly tribulation?

[No... these are the tribulations of tempering. That fragment held my sword aura, the very aura that instilled such fear in my enemies!]

Ruxue's voice echoed in his mind, as if she possessed the ability to read his thoughts. Her tone, sweet and alluring, was infused with an escalating sense of excitement. With each passing day, she drew closer to finally drawing forth blood from that detestable Heavenly Demon!

Within the depths of the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword, Ruxue's eyes gleamed with palpable eagerness. Meanwhile, from the heavens above, a cascade of lightning bolts descended upon the magnificent blade. Explosions erupted in rapid succession, sending shockwaves rippling outward as a furious orb of plasma engulfed the sword whole. The intense heat radiating from it sent a shiver of raw danger down Qingyi's spine. Simultaneously, he became acutely aware of the precipitous surge in Ruxue's power.

The relentless descent of lightning continued, the tempestuous, black skies unleashing their full fury upon the sharp blade below. The very air thrummed and roared with each celestial strike. When the tempest finally subsided, the heavens cleared, and the plasma orb imploded, revealing a weapon utterly transformed before Qingyi's astonished eyes. It was breathtaking, far surpassing its former glory. The intricate runes adorning its metallic body now blazed with an inner light, a vibrant purple hue set against a backdrop of gleaming silver, exuding an aura of profound beauty and elegance. Crimson silk wrapped the hilt in several coils, the binding tapering elegantly into a small tassel that gradually deepened in color, shifting from its initial shade to a rich, alluring crimson. Qingyi smiled, reaching out and reclaiming the blade, its familiar weight settling back into his grasp.

His fingers curled around the warm hilt, the silk feeling exquisitely soft beneath his touch, smooth like Ruxue's own skin and possessing a strangely similar sensation.

[I've made a few delightful enhancements with my incredibly perverted husband in mind... if you ever dare allow another man to lay a hand upon this hilt, I vow to detonate myself!]

At her playful yet menacing words, Qingyi let out a hearty laugh. He executed a few graceful slashes through the air, reveling in the terrifying, razor-sharp aura radiating from the newly empowered blade. He then manifested his full draconic scales, enveloped the sword in a protective layer of Qi, and without the slightest hesitation, brought it down upon his own arm. To his utter amazement, even without Qi reinforcement, the edge was so exceedingly sharp that it sliced effortlessly through his flesh, piercing the formidable scales and biting deep into the bone. That was... unbelievably overpowered!

If Ruxue were present in the flesh, he would have showered her with kisses until he could no longer draw breath. Nevertheless, this outcome was perfectly acceptable. He would simply reduce the speed of his ship slightly, allowing the journey to extend just a little longer. With a gentle motion, he slid the weapon into the sheath secured at his waist, the design of the scabbard morphing seamlessly as the reborn steel slid smoothly through the elegant leather. Summoning his vessel, the Dragon's Pride, he stepped aboard. No sooner had he settled into the pilot's seat than a captivating beauty was already clambering into his lap, eager to test his vitality to its limits. The spaceship then threaded its way through the cosmos at a slightly more leisurely pace than before, the cabin resonating with nothing but passionate, breathless moans. It was, indeed, a tranquil voyage.

***

Countless light-years away, within the central southern expanse of the celestial heavens, a solitary figure stood amidst a castle forged from shadows and searing, blood-red flames. Tall and imposing, with skin the color of pale ash and a pair of twin black horns spiraling from his brow, he was the Fdemon. His gaze was profound and distant, lost in contemplation as he surveyed the lifeless form before him. A woman, undeniably feminine, lay upon a jade platform, her hands resting delicately above her chest. Her left hand loosely grasped the hilt of a sword, its design bearing a striking resemblance to the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword, yet possessing a distinct individuality. It was as though the two blades had been forged as twin sisters, each crafted to be wielded by a different hand.The celestial demon extended a hand toward the blade, but a searing heat immediately shot up his wrist. The sword fiercely resisted, unleashing an overwhelming wave of murderous intent. He simply smiled, withdrawing his hand, his gaze returning to the corpse. She was adorned in a wedding dress, the delicate fabric accentuating her flawless form, her face concealed by a veil, revealing only her full, blood-red lips. Though deceased for over a hundred thousand years, a faint warmth still seemed to emanate from her body. She had once been the most formidable swordswoman in the celestial heavens, the very daughter of the Divine Blacksmith from the Orthodox Celestial Martial Alliance. "It's quite alright, my dear... In time, I shall abduct your sister and enslave your master after resurrecting him. The three of you shall serve me eternally, hahaha." A lewd, repulsive laugh erupted from his throat as his long, forked tongue savored his lips. He idly toyed with a small orb held in his palm, within which a flickering soul was trapped. He had already endured such a prolonged wait; a few more years would make little difference. Rising to his feet, he placed the orb back onto its pedestal and shifted his focus to the two purplish-silver fragments situated on a nearby shelf within the chamber. Just as he prepared to depart, he abruptly froze. A familiar aura began to permeate the cosmos, causing the fragments on the shelf to tremble as if recognizing its presence. His eyes widened, and he projected his senses outward, attempting to pinpoint the source of this aura, but discovered nothing. His hand slowly ascended, settling upon the monstrous scar etched across his chest—a wound that had stubbornly refused to heal even after a hundred thousand years. A wide grin spread across his lips. He vowed to find her, no matter the price!