The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 827 - I would die a thousand times

Once again, Qingyi's name echoed throughout the northern region of the Celestial Heaven.

Feiyue, one of the most famous Celestial Empresses and the right-hand woman of the leader of the Celestial Orthodox Martial Alliance, was directly backing him.

And as if that news weren't enough, another bombshell dropped shortly afterward: Qianyao, the leader's own daughter, was, in fact, Qingyi's wife.

Few knew anything beyond vague rumors about Tianjin's daughter. Even in the central region, everyone had long since assumed she was dead.

However, the elders of the Cosmic Void Sect wasted no time in spreading the word far and wide about the respect with which Feiyue treated the young woman.

Discovering that Qingyi—the most talented young man in the northern region—was in fact Tianjin's own son-in-law caused such an overwhelming shock that no one even paid attention to the fate that awaited the Cosmic Void Sect.

All they could do was drool with envy.

The Myriad Beasts Sect and the Cosmic Dawn Sect were truly incredibly lucky! How could a genius of that caliber simply fall into their laps—and for free, no less?

Well, they had to hand over their daughters in exchange, but, at the end of the day, the beast folk didn't care much about political marriages, and Rou'er wasn't even the blood daughter of the leader of the Cosmic Dawn Sect.

Many sect leaders with beautiful daughters bitterly regretted having already married them off, or simply not having sent them to Qingyi in time.

Now, it was absolutely certain that he wouldn't marry just anyone.

"Ah… now I understand why you didn't hesitate to kill even a man like Tianhao… your talent is truly monstrous…"

A voice echoed across the luxurious balcony, mingling with the gentle aroma of tea that lingered in the afternoon air.

It belonged to Li Chenfeng, Long Rou'er's adoptive father and, now, Long Qingyi's father-in-law.

He sipped slowly from a steaming cup, his face serene despite the evident fatigue in his features.

The Cosmic Dawn Sect had received a wonderful gift that day, and he was exhausted after imprinting his Soul Mark on seven Star Sovereigns.

Doing that to an old friend hadn't been easy, but after hearing everything that had happened, any remnant of mercy in his heart simply evaporated.

To lay a hand on his beloved son-in-law and his precious Rou'er…

Those were crimes worthy of death.

"It was no big deal, father-in-law. I just got a little lucky. If it weren't for Rou'er, I'd have turned to dust by now."

"You wouldn't die that easily—of that I'm certain," Chenfeng remarked, taking another sip of his tea. "The heavens want you alive."

Upon hearing that, Qingyi burst out laughing.

The heavens wanted him dead. Ten times over, if necessary.

"Yes, judging by the power of the tribulations I've already faced, I'm absolutely certain they love me too much."

"Ah…" Chenfeng also let out a soft chuckle. "The people who were after Rou'er…"

"They were her grandmothers… Their subordinates meant Rou'er no harm, but it seems that the moment they sensed my bloodline, they decided to send some young talent from that region to eliminate me."

Those words caused Chenfeng to fall silent for a moment.

"Does she know about this?" Chenfeng asked, his face half-hidden by the shadows in the room.

"She knows a little, but not everything…" Qingyi replied, raising the cup to her lips and taking a calm sip of tea. "When I arrive in the Land of the True Gods, I'll take her to meet her grandmothers and decide whether they're a threat or not."

"Land of the True Gods…" Chenfeng repeated slowly, furrowing his brow. It was a name he'd never heard before. "You're talking about…"

"The land of the absolutes, above the celestial heavens themselves," Qingyi declared, his voice low but firm. "I come from a world that didn't even possess Qi. I reached the mortal heavens, forged my path toward the immortal heavens, and then to the celestial heavens. And I won't stop until I reach the Lands of the True Gods."

That was far too valuable information—the kind that could cost the life of any cultivator reckless enough to let it slip.

But Qingyi felt not the slightest fear that Chenfeng would betray him.

The two had already exchanged punches, and Qingyi knew the man standing before him well.

Above all, he knew just how precious Rou'er was to him.

Even though Chenfeng didn't hold the same place in Qingyi's heart as Chen Wei or Bai Hu Lie, he was still, besides being his father-in-law, a friend.

Especially now, when they were finally speaking as equals.

"Ah… your ambitions are unmatched…" Chenfeng murmured, a wistful smile playing on his lips as he slowly twirled the teacup between his fingers.

"Truly, young man… if my wife were still alive, she would be proud to have a son-in-law like you. It's a shame she passed away many thousands of years before I met Rou'er."

Upon hearing those words, Qingyi suddenly stood up, the cup clinking softly against the wooden table.

"If you had the chance to have her back, how much would you be willing to pay?" he asked, his eyes fixed on Chenfeng.

He didn't want to make such an important decision without first being sure the other person agreed. Some choices, once made, could never be undone.

"I would die a thousand times for just one more hour by her side," Chenfeng replied without hesitation, his voice firm as steel.

Qingyi smiled.

"What was her cultivation level at the time of her death?"

"Huh? The Cosmic Domination Realm—why?"

"Take me to where she was buried."

Chenfeng felt strange at first, hesitating for a brief moment. But in the end, his curiosity got the better of him.

Leaving behind the comfortable sofa where they had been drinking just moments before, the two rose at the same instant and flew together toward one of the sect's deepest regions.

There, beneath the leafy branches of an ancient cherry tree, lay a carefully constructed grave.

Pink petals danced through the air before settling on the polished stone, and the place was so serene, so beautiful, that it seemed like a sacred zone untouched by time.

Qingyi approached the tomb with silent steps. He pressed his palms together, closed his eyes, and then began to channel the Nine Paths of Creation Reversal Art.