The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 741 - One of countless days yet to come

Qingxue didn't answer right away. Her eyes remained fixed on the hand Qingyi had just healed with the potion.

A faint blush colored her pale cheeks, and she looked away, biting the corner of her lower lip.

Qingyi merely smiled, letting his hands slide gently down to her shapely hips.

His calloused fingers traced the generous curve, caressing her with tenderness, the warmth of her soft skin seeping through the thin fabric of her dress. "D-do you want to duel?" Qingxue asked after a moment's hesitation, the words escaping almost as a whisper.

The question drew an honest laugh from Qingyi, who shook his head in amused disbelief.

"Ah… silly master, I've barely arrived and the first thing you think of is dueling?" He smiled, watching that serene face, now softly flushed.

He'd always had trouble looking into Qingxue's eyes, not just because they were cold, but because, even when she smiled, there was pain in them.

Fortunately, that had changed.

The woman before him had serene, cold eyes, yes, but there was no longer any pain in them, nor sadness, nor loss. Only peace and love.

That old Qingxue had died the moment she accepted his love for her.

Qingyi raised his right hand, brushing a strand of silver hair from her forehead and pressing his palm against her cheek.

Qingxue said nothing, simply accepting the touch and even pressing her own face against his hand, like a needy kitten seeking affection.

Her eyes closed for a moment, and when they opened again, she smiled.

"Who's your silly master? You're the silly disciple! The most shameless silly disciple a master could ever have!" she declared, puffing out her chest and savoring Qingyi's laughter.

"I know I am." He leaned over her, his lips touching hers for a brief moment, a kiss as light as the brush of a petal.

Right after that, he opened the system shop, ready to make a few more purchases.

He didn't hold back, buying one of the most powerful eternal-grade swords on offer.

Well, twin swords, actually.

Taking a step back, Qingyi held out his hands, and two blades materialized in his grasp with a soft glow.

One was a sword with a white scabbard and a silver blade, beautiful and elegant, reflecting the light like still water under the moonlight.

The other was similar in shape, but black as the deepest night.

The two looked like a much more refined version of the ones Qingxue had wielded in the mortal heavens, swords she'd long since had to discard, as they were too weak to keep up with her growing power.

Along with them, Qingyi also retrieved the many books of sword arts he had obtained in the secret realm of the Yan family.

Originally, he'd planned to sell them. But now he had direct access to all the wealth of the Cosmic Dawn Sect, and honestly, he had more money than he knew what to do with.

So he simply decided to give them all to his wives.

Qingxue felt her heart race the moment she saw the swords and books, which she quickly stored in her special ring to study later.

She took the still-sheathed blades, pulling them close to her chest as she studied both carefully.

They were… beautiful.

Both were covered in strange yet mesmerizing lunar patterns.

The black sword bore white patterns winding along its blade, while the white sword carried intertwined black patterns.

They were contrasting, opposites, yet still clearly connected.

It was as if one represented the beginning of the other.

"So, do you want to test them now?" Qingyi asked, his words filling Qingxue's face with excitement.

"Yes." She nodded quickly, soon feeling strong hands grip her delicate waist firmly.

The space around them warped, and before she knew it, they were standing on a desolate yet strangely beautiful plain, lush grasslands stretching to the horizon.

Qingxue felt the sweet breeze sweep through her silver hair and lifted her eyes, gazing at the beautiful silver moon hanging in the sky like a jewel.

With a metallic whistle, her blades left their sheaths, and she pointed them toward Qingyi, who had already drawn his own sword.

The two stared at each other for a brief moment, the silence of the plain deepening, before Qingxue took the initiative.

Her body vanished with terrifying speed, breaking the sound barrier several times in a fraction of a second.

Yet she made no sound.

The wind parted naturally before her, barely stirring, as if every molecule of air were in perfect sync with her deadly dance.

Reaching Qingyi in the blink of an eye, she slashed forward, her blade meeting his with the deceptive softness of a feather.

It was a swift, silent, delicate movement.

Yet, in the next moment, an explosion engulfed their surroundings.

The grass billowed in violent waves, and a powerful shockwave rattled the foliage for miles around.

Behind Qingyi, a gash appeared in the ground, tearing the earth in a perfect line that stretched as far as the eye could see.

"You're much stronger than before, my love," Qingyi declared, pushing forward firmly, his muscles tensing under the weight of the clash.

Unable to resist Qingyi's brute strength, Qingxue simply let herself be hurled upward.

Her curvaceous body soared into the air, light as a petal carried by the breeze, her silver hair scattering into wild strands across the night sky.

Qingyi looked up, watching her figure align perfectly with the moon in the sky.

The slender curve of her delicate waist, her wide hips, her feminine shoulders, her hair unfurling like strands of liquid silver.

In that moment, she looked like a moon fairy descended from the heavens themselves.

Qingxue smiled slightly at the sight of her husband's adoring gaze, her serene eyes shining as she gathered herself in the air.

Her body spun, her knees tensed, and then she lunged forward.

With a powerful shockwave, the beauty sliced through the air toward Qingyi, her sword accompanied by a wind Qi that surged like a greenish phoenix behind her, its wings spreading majestically.

Her blade clashed with Qingyi's, and the air between them tore apart in a violent burst.

The young man's feet sank into the ground, a crater opening beneath him, the earth cracking in radial patterns.

If Qingxue were to participate in that tournament and were already in the realm of celestial origin, she would undoubtedly make it into at least the top five.

Qingyi's eyes shone with pride, and soon he simply immersed himself in the duel.

The swords clashed ceaselessly, the explosions of their impacts reshaping the world around them while, with the swing of each blade, Qingxue revealed her very heart to Qingyi.

It was only at dawn, exhausted, that Qingxue let herself collapse against Qingyi's chest, pushing him down onto the soft grass.

"Satisfied?" he asked, caressing the delicate back of the beauty with pale skin and serene blue eyes.

She nodded with a soft moan, rubbing her face against her husband's chest.

"I still have a long way to go to catch up to you… The leader of the Ascending Dragon Sect would be so proud to see you like this…"

"He'd be proud of you too," Qingyi said. "Just like your father."

"He'd be more terrified than proud, haha." Qingxue gave a soft chuckle, remembering her father, a cruel and greedy man who had sold her to a family in the Nine Peaks Basin.

"Do you think we'll ever be able to go back there?" she asked. "I wish the Ascending Dragon Sect were more than just a power in that miserable little place... Feiyan really misses Madame Xue too..."

"Yes, we'll go back there." Qingyi nodded confidently.

Once he mastered Aether, he knew nothing would hold him back anymore.

He was far from that, but he was confident nonetheless.

He still remembered every person who had been kind to him in that region.

He wanted to repay each of those people twofold; he wanted to give them the chance to be something more.

With a gentle smile, he recalled the beautiful cultivator he had fallen in love with, the one whose enormous tits had so fascinated him that he'd nearly been castrated by his grumpy master.

He planned to pay his respects to his late master and, afterward, if she possessed good talents and hadn't yet married, to take her as his wife.

In silence, Qingyi shook his head, laughing at himself before raising his gaze to his master's eyes.

The two held each other's gaze for a brief moment before his hand moved, sliding up from her delicate waist to cup one of her firm, perfect breasts. The ideal size to nestle snugly in the palm of his hand, just a little bigger than he could fully wrap his fingers around.

Her nipple stiffened against the center of his palm, and his lips claimed hers in a passionate kiss.

That day belonged only to him and their love. Just one of countless days yet to come.