The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 693 - Teach her in his own way...

A soft gasp escaped Guo Tianhao as a formidable surge of power coursed through his entire being.

He had just integrated the divine pearl of the Ten-Blade Body, elevating both his physical form and his sword prowess to an astonishing level.

Now, he commanded the ability to manipulate as many as ten blades in mid-air simultaneously, each one maintained at a power level just two cultivation stages beneath his own.

Was this not a remarkable feat?

That insufferable Long Qingyi would never be able to equal him!

A triumphant smile gracing his features, Tianhao emerged from his dedicated cultivation room.

Waiting to receive him was none other than Li Tianfa, the esteemed master of the Celestial Law Pavilion.

As usual, the refined stellar sovereign appeared completely at ease, leisurely sipping his tea.

Tianhao grinned and extended his arms, palms open.

Ten translucent blades materialized around him, shimmering with a faint luminescence as they suspended themselves in a silent, ordered array.

"Impressive, wouldn't you say?" Tianhao's smile broadened into an expression of pure smugness.

"I can wield them at their peak for a full hour without exhausting my Qi reserves, and even with all ten active, they lag merely two cultivation stages behind my own power!"

Puffing out his chest with head held high, Tianhao awaited the accolades he felt were rightfully his. Yet, Tianfa remained notably quiet.

The leader of the Law Pavilion took another deliberate sip of his tea, setting the cup down upon the table with a delicate clink of ceramic.

"Ten thousand swords... they call him the Supreme Emperor of the Ten Thousand Swords now. That is Qingyi's new title."

"He vanquished five hundred disciples single-handedly, without even lifting a finger. In the end, he displayed the power to summon ten thousand Qi swords, each radiating a power equivalent to his own cultivation level.

Furthermore, he has been officially recognized and adopted as Rouxi's son."

Tianhao faltered, his expression frozen, unable to process the news he had just received.

"Y-you must be jesting?" he stammered, his gaze fixed on Tianfa's imperturbable face. "Damn it! He isn't even a Celestial Emperor! THEN WHY DOES HIS TITLE CONTAIN THE WORD 'EMPEROR'?????"

The designation of emperor held significant gravity within the celestial realm.

While nations were governed by monarchs, even those with the absolute authority to declare themselves empires hesitated unless their ruler was a true Celestial Emperor.

To bear the title of emperor without possessing the actual rank demanded an extraordinary level of respect, influence, and renown.

This was not an explicit regulation, but rather a deeply embedded cultural understanding across all factions in the celestial realm.

A tempest of rage and envy erupted within Tianhao's chest, burning with an intensity greater than any cultivation flame.

It had to have occurred within the secret realm. That was the only explanation. Qingyi had manipulated Rou'er to gain entry.

Tianhao was utterly convinced of this.

That despicable man must have taken advantage of his cherished Rou'er to infiltrate the secret realm, and then pilfered the treasures that rightly belonged to Xue Hua!

Utterly detestable...

Tianhao deceived himself relentlessly, his knuckles turning white with tension. Finally, his gaze snapped back to Tianfa.

Qingyi absolutely had to perish!

Tianhao held little concern that Qingyi had slain his brother; however, to surpass him in renown was simply intolerable!

Long Qingyi would face severe retribution during the upcoming tournament among the great sects of the northern celestial realm!

As Tianhao stormed from the chamber, his eyes blazing with fury and his footsteps heavy, Li Tianfa merely let out a soft sigh, his refined eyes radiating an aura of calm and serenity.

Suddenly, the vast wealth of the Guo family seemed to diminish in significance.

He was not a man of honor, but he possessed keen intelligence.

His chosen champion was already falling behind, and he himself was no match for the opponent's powerful backer.

"You're on your own now, my friend. Best of luck." Li Tianfa shook his head, his attention returning to the quiet contemplation of his tea.

***

Oblivious to the shifting allegiances unfolding within Li Tianfa's pavilion, Qingyi continued to be escorted by Rouxi's devoted maids through the opulent palace that was now to be his abode.

A residence befitting a true stellar sovereign.

After concluding their tour of the extensive grounds, the servants guided him to a serene garden and then departed, leaving Qingyi to wander the area in solitude.

After a few steps, his eyes finally settled upon her.

Rouxi was kneeling beneath the dappled shade of a tree, embodying an image of tranquil grace.

Her full buttocks were pressed firmly against her heels, the opulent curves of her rear flattening and spilling outwards, straining against the exquisite fabric of her robes.

Her thick thighs were held tightly together, the yielding flesh cushioning her form, while her delicate hands rested gently upon the substantial swell of her immense bosom, her fingertips softly indenting the plush material as if caressing their sheer abundance.

A pose perfectly suited to an unparalleled milf.

A soft hum escaped her lips as her eyes remained shut in serene contentment.

Noticing Qingyi’s arrival, a smile graced her features. She parted her eyelids, her fingers gracefully curling in an invitation for him to sit near her.

The instant he complied, Rouxi tenderly cupped his head, drawing him down until he lay upon the grass, his head finding a soft resting place on her ample thighs.

The warmth of her skin permeated through the delicate silk of her robe, a plush and comforting pillow beneath his cheek.

He raised his gaze, and his vision was filled with the sight of her cleavage.

Those perfectly rounded mounds strained against the low-cut neckline of her robe, the creamy flesh pushing upwards, threatening to spill from the fabric’s hold. "How do you like our new home, sweetheart?" Rouxi inquired, caressing his dark hair while her other hand curiously explored his horns.

"It’s… nice," he finally responded, eliciting a gentle smile from her.

"You know… you’re even more wonderful than Rou’er described. Soon, I’ll propose that you officially become her husband. You need not fret about Tianhao." Her voice was tender, her gaze drifting upwards briefly.

"Don’t you think I should give you a bath now? You went through that entire duel…" Rouxi mused.

Qingyi didn’t emit any odor; quite the opposite, in fact. It was merely a thought that had crossed her mind.

"A bath?" Qingyi’s eyes widened, a sense of bewilderment clouding them.

Was she intending to bathe him as if he were a small child?

"Yes… isn’t it typical for mothers to bathe their children?" Rouxi tilted her head, her confusion utterly genuine.

Yes, but not adult men! What kind of mother still bathed her own twenty-three-year-old son?

Observing the perplexed look on Rouxi’s face, Qingyi finally grasped the situation.

That woman had no romantic interest in men, yet she harbored a profound desire to be a mother, despite possessing no understanding of what being one truly entailed.

Fortunately, she had him! Her dependable adopted son, poised to enlighten her on everything!