The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 690 - He was the danger.

At the Celestial Fairy Palace, the residence of the Celestial Fairy Pavilion's master, hundreds of disciples had gathered.

They were all there with a single goal: to become Rouxi's adopted child.

Among them were twenty young prodigies from the Celestial Origin Realm, figures who immediately caught the attention of everyone present.

Still, despite their impressive showing, none of them were automatically considered the winners of this competition.

The reason was simple. Long Qingyi.

The Dragon of the Divine Fist.

The Great Collector of Beauties.

The best friend of Bai Hu Lie, the feared white tiger.

His titles were formidable and his fame unmatched.

Within the sect, his name had already completely overshadowed Guo Tianhao's fame, and even the elders treated him with respect.

The nearly five hundred competitors took their places in the center of a massive marble platform, right in front of the Rouxi Palace. They exchanged glances that conveyed exactly the same thought.

If Qingyi were allowed to participate freely, none of them would stand a chance.

They had to eliminate him right in the combat test, no matter the cost.

They still weren't sure exactly how the fight would unfold, so all they could do was devise a plan to wear him down as much as possible.

As quiet murmurs drifted across the gigantic marble platform, a figure appeared on the horizon.

His steps were smooth and steady, and his eyes, unlike those of everyone else there, looked upward naturally.

Everyone knew that Rouxi was watching them from her palace, and every disciple could feel her terrifying aura pressing down upon the platform.

But no one dared lift their head and admire her beauty.

The only exception was Qingyi.

There, atop a balcony, lying on her side upon a cloud-like flying artifact that molded to every curve of her voluptuous body, was Rouxi.

Her long green hair was carefully tied back, and a dress of matching hue clung to her figure.

The silk wrapped around a slender waist that flared outward into prominent hips and shapely thighs, the fabric pulled taut over the rounded swell of her upper hip and tracing the full curve of her ass.

The tight neckline sank deep into the creamy skin of her ample breasts, the twin mounds pressed together into a deep, shadowed cleavage that would drive any man with less control over his inner member mad.

"Greetings, Mistress of the Pavilion." Qingyi finally spoke, bowing as he clasped his fists. "You are even more beautiful today."

The moment his voice echoed across the platform, everyone turned their eyes to him as if he were crazy.

Didn't he know of Rouxi's reputation?

Did he want to die?

Once, a disciple had merely whispered about the size of her breasts, and she had crippled him with a single glance.

To everyone's surprise, Rouxi didn't react with anger, nor did she seem annoyed in the slightest. Quite the opposite.

Her lips curved sweetly, and her eyes filled with warmth.

The hand resting on the soft swell of her hip slid lazily upward as she leaned forward, and the sheer weight of her breasts pressed hard against the green silk.

The fabric sank into the deep valley between them as the twin mounds squished together, bulging outward in a soft, heavy surge of pale flesh.

"I must say the same of you, little dragon. Truly, you haven't disappointed me, fufufu~♡"

Rouxi let out a sweet, soft giggle, her mature voice echoing throughout the pavilion and making many a heart race.

"Rou'er has told me so much about you. Please, do your best."

She eased back against the seat, and the motion sent a slow, rolling wave through her massive bosom. The twin mounds wobbled heavily beneath the straining silk, bouncing softly against one another with a plush, muffled weight.

Those words filled the eyes of many who had still been uncertain about joining forces against Qingyi with determination, and even a hint of murderous intent.

This was no longer such a simple matter.

Qingyi truly would have to fall at any cost.

Everyone there knew his reputation, and now, realizing that the pavilion mistress already harbored a certain level of affection for him, they understood they would need to take him down first.

It was cowardly, but five hundred of them together should be enough.

In the end, every disciple wanted the glory and resources that came with the position of adopted child of a stellar sovereign.

After a moment of silent contemplation, Rouxi finally parted her full, red lips.

"Many of you must be wondering what the selection process will be like, what tests you'll have to pass, and how you can prove you're worthy," she said. "I neither want nor have time for complex and useless tests."

Many nodded in understanding.

She was known, above all, for truly not caring about complexities, preferring instead simpler, more direct methods, like an honest exchange of punches.

Despite all her elegance, allure, and attentiveness towards her followers, she also perfectly embodied the principle that if brute force proves insufficient, it's merely a matter of not applying enough force.

This was precisely the reason she instilled more fear than the other distinguished sovereigns within the sect.

Rouxi let out a delicate sigh before continuing her words.

"You are compelled to battle. Immediately. Combat arrays, precisely what is needed, have already enveloped this platform. Only a solitary victor shall emerge, who will then be recognized as my son, the primary disciple of my pavilion, and will be granted access to all the resources under my command."

As her speech concluded, a wave of anticipation rippled through the most formidable disciples, while others displayed more intricate feelings.

Commence battle now? What exactly did she imply?

Were they expected to simply turn against one another and engage in a physical confrontation right at this moment?

"Pavilion Master." A prominent disciple, known for his exceptional talent, spoke up. "Will this selection process involve a free-for-all among all of us?"

Rouxi responded with a subtle inclination of her head, signifying her agreement.

Following this minimal action, every gaze on the platform swiftly shifted towards Qingyi.

He represented the threat. The most significant danger present.

Hundreds of killing intents simultaneously erupted, all directing their focus onto a single individual.

He remained unfazed. A serene smile even graced his features as he observed those who would be his adversaries.

So, this was to be the course of events, was it?

Though a smile played on his lips, profound iciness permeated his eyes.