The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 708 - Divine White Sword Sect

After an entire night spent at the temple, Qingyi departed in the morning, having thoroughly enjoyed himself with his wives.

A lively sparkle danced in his eyes as he contemplated whether it would be judicious to attempt awakening Aether at that precise moment.

Ultimately, he dismissed the notion.

Should he try to awaken Aether, the heavens themselves would undoubtedly unleash relentless assaults upon him.

He had no desire to succumb to a tribulation from the Celestial Emperor Realm, leaving his very soul annihilated.

Releasing a sigh, he exited his chambers. It wasn't long before he spotted Rou'er in the hallway, tears welling in her eyes.

"Big Brother Qingyi!" Her arms flew open as she ran towards him, collapsing into his embrace.

"You should be more considerate of others' feelings! Do you have any idea how much I cried?" she exclaimed, adorably puffing out her cheeks.

Qingyi could tell from the redness in her eyes that she was not exaggerating.

"I'm truly sorry, my love… I must have slept quite soundly, hmm? How much longer until we depart for the Myriad Beasts Sect?"

"Hm… about thirty minutes…" Rou'er responded, nuzzling her face against Qingyi's chest, prompting another sigh from him.

Initially, he believed she was jesting, but he quickly grasped that their departure was indeed imminent in just two hours.

Could they possibly be planning to leave him behind?

Absolutely not!

He still wished to exchange a few more blows with Bai Hu Lie, and furthermore, he yearned to see his sister.

Accessing the system shop, he procured a small cache of resources and presented the token, previously received from the sect leader, to a guard stationed in the corridor.

"Deliver this box to Chen Wei, without fail."

The guard immediately acknowledged the command, his expression resolute as he accepted the box. He then bowed respectfully to Qingyi before withdrawing.

"Let us go." Qingyi scooped up Rou'er and propelled himself forward at his utmost speed.

The beautiful maiden emitted an excited shriek as they traversed the entirety of the sect in a mere second, swiftly arriving at a sprawling courtyard where a solitary vessel was docked.

Upon beholding the ship, Qingyi's heart began to pound with anticipation.

That was, without a doubt, the Spear of Dawn, the personal vessel of the sect leader.

It boasted eight formidable engines, a laser capable of obliterating planets, and two cannons potent enough to vanquish star lords.

It was a vessel of exquisite beauty and immense power, ranking among the most magnificent he had ever laid eyes upon.

"Qingyi, have you recuperated sufficiently for the journey? If you deem it necessary, we can depart ahead of schedule, and you may follow in a smaller, swifter craft; several have already been prepared for such a contingency." Rouxi's voice resonated beside Qingyi as she approached, her countenance etched with concern.

"Ah… I am quite well, adoptive mother." Qingyi offered a smile, gently setting Rou'er back onto the ground, only then realizing he was slightly winded. "My body is in peak condition; I merely felt a surge of anxiety upon realizing you might depart without me, hahaha."

Rouxi returned his smile with a gentle expression before turning her captivating gaze towards the sect leader and the retinue of twenty elders who awaited them before the ship.

"Ah… come along, son-in-law, even if you are still injured, you can recover during the voyage, can't you? Hahaha." The sect leader boomed with laughter.

Regardless, it was destined to be an extended journey.

"Yes, father-in-law," Qingyi affably replied.

Positioned between them, Rou'er observed her adoptive father bestow the title of son-in-law upon Qingyi, and in turn, Qingyi acknowledge him as father-in-law. A wide, radiant smile instantly bloomed across her face.

Her heart swelled with joy, for it signified that no obstacle remained to prevent her eventual union with Qingyi.

Shortly thereafter, all aboard the Spear of Dawn, and the colossal vessel, extending over five hundred meters in length, ascended into the sky, its prow aimed resolutely towards the heavens.

Merely a few hours elapsed before they achieved cruising velocity, their trajectory set firmly towards the Myriad Beasts Sect.

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Naturally, the Cosmic Dawn Sect was not the sole faction traversing the celestial expanse in that direction.

The Divine White Sword Sect, renowned as the preeminent sword cultivation sect in the region, was also en route.

Aboard their own vessel, as impressively constructed as the Spear of Dawn, a young man occupied a throne, an air of profound arrogance gracing his features.

"Are you certain about this, little brother? Does that accursed Bai Hu Lie not acknowledge the accord between our respective sects?" the young man, distinguished by his white hair and haughty mien, inquired.

"Well… he is aware, elder brother. However, the agreement is kept from public knowledge, and, regrettably, he seems indifferent to such matters… I believe it would be prudent for us to withdraw; that tigress is hardly worth the trouble. We would only be sacrificing our dignity for naught if we persist further." The arrogant young man's younger sibling interjected, his voice tinged with caution.

"Retreat? You jest!" The arrogant young man erupted in laughter. "On what grounds? Idle gossip? Do you truly believe that Qingyi is deserving of the title 'Supreme Emperor' with such flimsy evidence?"

He ascended from his throne, a sneer twisting his features. "This is precisely why, little brother, you remain kneeling while I occupy this seat—a seat reserved only for the Sect Leader and myself."

The younger brother simply lowered his gaze.

"Long Qingyi, is it? The Supreme Emperor of Ten Thousand Blades, the Black Dragon of the Divine Fist? I shall reveal the true might of my sword to him!" The young man's sword Qi surged, a fierce grin spreading across his face.

He found himself anticipating the Grand Northern Sects' Celestial Tournament with heightened eagerness.

Were it not for those meddlesome representatives from the central region, he was confident he could best any contender!

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