The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 702 - A promisse

It was… utterly pathetic.

Guo Tianhao had arrived with an air of supreme arrogance, loudly proclaiming his intention to defeat Qingyi.

He had Unleashed one of his most potent techniques, even consuming a peculiar pill that caused his power to erupt like a raging volcano.

And yet, here he was, reduced to kneeling in the dirt.

As the dust slowly settled, a figure drenched in blood became visible. Nineteen swords were impaled through his body, and a twentieth blade hovered menacingly before his face.

Qingyi hadn't even bothered to rise to deal with him.

Such was the chasm in their respective strengths.

In that generation, among all the prodigies he knew, the only individual Qingyi acknowledged as capable of forcing him into a grueling, bloody battle was Bai Hu Lie.

Without question, the tiger possessed the power to fell him with a single misstep.

Tianhao was insignificant in comparison to Bai Hu Lie, especially now that the tiger had awakened his bloodline.

"I… impossible…" Tianhao sputtered, blood surging up his throat and pouring ceaselessly from his quivering lips.

"W-wait, Young Master Qingyi, surely we can come to an understanding!"

A formidable man—Tianhao's uncle and the crucial liaison between the Guo family and the Cosmic Dawn Sect—hastily stood, addressing Qingyi with deep deference.

The strikingly handsome young cultivator remained silent.

With a mere flick of the twentieth sword, a sharp whistle sliced the air, and Tianhao's head was severed with a scarlet streak, his soul annihilated in that very instant.

Thus, the two young heirs of the Guo family met their demise.

Thus, the two young heirs of the Guo family met their demise.

"NO!" Tianhao's uncle lunged desperately towards his nephew's lifeless form, his previously composed features now contorted with sheer terror.

"Sect Leader, Tianhao consumed a peculiar pill during the duel, and following that, his power surged uncontrollably. Everyone witnessed it. We must conduct an examination of his body!" Elder Shen, seated among the spectators of the arena, rose resolutely.

He was immediately met with a gaze filled with murderous intent from Tianhao's uncle, whose cultivation realm was comparable to his own.

The Sect Leader contemplated the situation for a brief period.

That particular pill was indeed strange. Exceptionally strange.

It emitted no discernible aura, neither demonic nor righteous, appearing as nothing more than an ordinary medicinal concoction.

Many had overlooked it precisely because they could detect no inherent power within it.

Yet, the moment Tianhao ingested it, his strength skyrocketed to an unfathomable degree.

One only needed to observe to understand that something was amiss.

The Sect Leader mused for a considerable duration, stroking his chin in deep thought.

Finally, his lips parted.

"It shall not be necessary. Allow the Guo family the dignity of performing their child's funeral rites."

Upon hearing this, Tianhao's uncle offered the Sect Leader profound gratitude before retreating with his nephew's corpse cradled in his arms.

"Ah…" The Sect Leader let out a sigh. With a nonchalant gesture of his hand, the devastated arena magically repaired itself, and even Guo Tianhao's spilled blood vanished without a trace.

The elder leaned back in his seat and, displaying utter indifference to the preceding death, announced:

"That was a fitting opening bout, but now, we must proceed to the main event!" the Sect Leader proclaimed, gesturing for the promising young cultivators to enter the arena and present themselves.

Qingyi remained utterly unfazed by Tianhao's demise, as if he had merely swatted an irritating insect.

To him, in all honesty, the comparison was not far off.

Tianhao had been an annoyance. He was akin to an insect. And Qingyi had crushed him.

Why complicate matters with excessive thought?

With a radiant smile, Rouxi, positioned beside him, drew Qingyi into her embrace, guiding him back into the warm valley of her alluring cleavage.

His face nestled into the comforting warmth of her ample bosom, the soft, yielding flesh parting around his cheeks before slowly molding back against him, plump and exquisitely perfumed.

He exhaled a sigh of contentment, feeling the gentle heat radiating from her chest against his skin.

It felt as though an intrinsic magnetism existed between them.

He invariably found himself drawn to this spot.

Not that he harbored any complaints, far from it.

He cherished the lingering moments within her embrace, allowing his cheek to sink deeper into that fragrant softness until he was finally released, Rouxi's delicate hands resting gently upon his shoulders.

"You are truly remarkable, my dear! I am so immensely proud to have such a talented son!" Rouxi bestowed a lingering kiss upon Qingyi's cheek, eliciting envious gazes from a significant portion of the male attendees.

Who wouldn't yearn to be so doted upon by such an unparalleled pair of beauties, and even receive kisses from them?

Ultimately, Qingyi simply let himself relax.

As Rouxi released him, he received a look of profound approval from both the Sect Leader and the Elder of the Myriad Beasts Sect.

"You never fail to astound, young one! Hahaha!" The old man, referred to as the crow, guffawed heartily.

"Cultivate diligently and achieve the Celestial Origin Realm. You shall be the sect's champion at the grand tournament of the great northern sects." The sect leader gave Qingyi a nod, his gaze then shifting to the ongoing battles.

With their spirits ignited by the fierce duel between Qingyi and Tianhao, the sect's aspiring talents engaged with intensified resolve.

Soon, spectacular clashes unfolded across the entire arena.

Though the tournament was still months away, the participants needed to depart within the next fortnight.

Consequently, Qingyi was allotted a scant amount of time to achieve his breakthrough.

Nevertheless, the sect leader maintained unwavering faith in him.

Qingyi was destined to be their glorious leader, and the idea of his failure never even entered the sect leader's thoughts.

Qingyi spent his days idly, indulging in meals, casual conversation, and absorbing additional details about the tournament, scheduled for approximately four months hence, where he anticipated a rematch with Bai Hu Lie.

He had grown weary of these weaker opponents. Now, with his lineage considerably strengthened, he yearned for truly formidable adversaries.

The grand celestial tournament of the great northern sects, assembling prodigies from over thirty-two major sects, ten realms, and even esteemed guests from the central region, presented the ideal venue for this aspiration.

And so, the celebratory banquet soon concluded.

Numerous accolades and rewards were distributed. Before Qingyi departed, the sect leader drew him aside to a secluded alcove.

"This is a central disciple token, but it is no ordinary one. With this, you may access any area within the sect, unbar any gate, command any guard, retrieve any artifact from our treasuries, and gain entry to the sect's sacred library. You understand its implications, do you not?"

The sect leader presented a resplendently shining token to Qingyi, whose eyes gleamed with understanding.

It was a solemn vow.

A promise that, as long as he remained within the Cosmic Void Sect, he would receive the sect leader's complete and unreserved backing.

What measure of value could be placed upon a Stellar Sovereign?

A smile touched his lips, and clutching the golden token, he offered a respectful bow.

That pivotal battle between Qingyi and Tianhao had not only solidified his status as the Supreme Emperor of the Ten Thousand Blades but had also secured the sect leader's unwavering endorsement.

Even the enigmatic raven elder appeared to have his eyes alight, eager to relay every detail of the encounter to his own sect leader.

Given the proud disposition of the Myriad Beasts Sect's leader, he would undoubtedly be pleased to bestow his daughter's hand upon a young man of such regional acclaim.

The astonishing fact that this formidable reputation had been forged in merely a year deepened the collective amazement of all present.

Should Qingyi endure and mature, all were convinced he would inevitably become a tempest, causing the very celestial heavens to quake.

It would not be long before his renown permeated the central regions.

Afterward, with the festivities concluded and the sect alive with excited whispers of Qingyi's triumphs, he proceeded to a secluded cultivation chamber within Rouxi's palace, immersing himself in profound stillness.

[Name: Long Qingyi

Age: 23

Cultivation: Ninth Stage of the Celestial Ascension Realm (500 G Lust Points required for advancement)

Mana Manipulation: Fourteenth Ring (100 G Lust Points required for advancement)

Affinities: Lightning: 9500 - Sword: 9500 - Fire: 9500 - Ice: 9500 - Space: 9500 - Light: 9500 - Shadow: 9500 - Wind: 9500 - Metal: 9500 - Water: 9500 - Earth: 9500 - Charm: 6000 (upgradeable via the Lust Store)

Spiritual Roots: Eternal-grade Primordial Creation Seed Spirit Root (Lightning, Sword, Fire, Ice, Wind, Metal, Water, Earth, Space, Light, Shadow) (1000 G Lust Points required for advancement).

Spiritual Roots�b2;: None / Eternal-grade Primordial Creation Seed Mana Heart (1000 G Lust Points required for advancement).

Lineage: Blood of the Corruption Dragon God (Eternal grade, 5000 G Lust Points required for advancement.)

Constitution: Primordial Dragon Body (Eternal grade, 5000 G Lust Points required for advancement.)

G Lust Points: 9714.7]

He contemplated dedicating more time to his consorts and further enhancing his constitution and lineage, but quickly reconsidered.

The Celestial Origin Realm demanded careful progression. He also required the acquisition of a personal origin for a truly potent advancement.

"System, display a list of available origins for purchase!"

[Compiling suitable origins...]

[Alert: A seed of primordial creation resides within your being!]

[Alert: A blessing from the tree of life is present within you!]

[Alert: The flames of primordial chaos are contained within your form!]

[The origin of primordial chaos, dormant for eons, acknowledges the host's existence!]

[NT: Just a single chapter from CDG today, unfortunately. I understand this might be vexing, but rest assured, once Golden Lord's new Winwin concludes next month, it will be CDG's time to shine with four chapters daily for an entire month. My aim is to achieve 10,000 private unlocks in July.]

My sincerest apologies for the delay; unforeseen circumstances arose. This time, the issue wasn't related to electricity. I found myself needing to extensively revise half of the chapter, leaving insufficient time to finalize everything before the daily reset deadline.