The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 863 - A dragon's daughter is a dragon, after all.

Elize didn't hesitate.

She stretched out her arms and took Lingxi from Qingyi's hands, cradling the little one against her chest as she slid the strap of her dress aside, exposing a full breast to breastfeed her.

"Hmm… how can such a tiny little thing be so hungry?" Elize murmured, an amused smile spreading across her lips as Lingxi clung greedily to her breast, suckling with impressive strength for someone so small.

She wasn't exaggerating.

Lingxi consumed an absurd amount of milk, far beyond what any normal human child could ever manage.

There were days when she, Isabel, Lingxue, Ruxue, and Auranys combined couldn't produce enough to satisfy the little one, even with their massive reserves.

Luckily, Qingyi had many wives, and all of them produced milk in abundance.

Because of this, Lingxi never went hungry.

"Well… after all, she is a dragon…" Rouxi remarked, watching her daughter with a tender smile.

"Even with her cultivation still dormant, Qi already flows naturally through her body. It actively burns everything she consumes, converting every drop into pure energy to fuel her growth."

The physiology of a draconic child—especially one with blood as pure as Lingxi's—was completely different from that of any human.

The milk from Qingyi's women was extremely rich in Qi, and Lingxi's tiny body could metabolize liters upon liters of it each day, transforming every sip into pure energy that her body absorbed instantly.

This was one of the main reasons she was already so strong, despite being only a week old.

By the time she was ten or twelve, even without awakening her cultivation, she would likely be able to face a Golden Core Realm cultivator without much difficulty.

And when she finally awakened her cultivation, even a cultivator of the Burning Blood Realm would struggle enormously against that little monster's constitution and power.

"Yes, but milk alone isn't enough," Elize said, picking up a spoon with her free hand and tasting a bit of the porridge simmering slowly beside her.

She approved of the flavor with a slight nod.

Very gently, she eased an offended and starving Lingxi away from her breast, returning the little one to her mother's arms.

Covering her chest with the fabric of her dress, Elize picked up a small bowl, filled it with the still-steaming porridge, and settled down beside Rouxi.

The moment the warm aroma reached the little girl's nostrils, all her outrage dissipated.

Her little eyes sparkled with curiosity, and she watched, mesmerized, as the first spoonful approached her lips, right after Elize blew on it carefully to cool it down.

She opened her little mouth wide, and the second the spoon touched her tongue, she clamped her teeth around the metal with surprising force.

Elize pulled back only the empty handle, a resigned sigh escaping her lips.

Torn between amusement and despair, she watched as Lingxi filled her little mouth with flames to melt the piece of metal, finishing the feat with a satisfied belch accompanied by a small cloud of black smoke.

A dragon's daughter is a dragon, after all.

The two women burst out laughing, and Qingyi couldn't hold back his own chuckle at the sight.

Elize picked up a new spoon, this time imbuing it with a thin layer of Qi so that Lingxi would be unable to destroy it.

The little one's teeth were still underdeveloped, but they were already strong enough to cut through ordinary metal as if it were butter.

"Ah… what form do you think our little dragon will take? Once she fully masters the bloodline, I mean," Rouxi asked, turning to Qingyi as he settled down beside her.

It was a question that had also been on his own mind for some time.

He himself took the form of a Western dragon, but that was mainly because, on Earth, he was Western, and he had always imagined dragons that way.

His draconic form had manifested from that personal vision of his own lineage.

"She'll probably try to imitate me," he replied, stroking his daughter's chubby cheek with the tip of his thumb.

Rouxi nodded.

"I just hope she doesn't inherit your crazy passion for battles… I don't know if my heart could handle having a daughter and a husband like that," she sighed, a worried half-smile playing on her lips.

"That's exactly why we need to do our absolute best to reach the pinnacle—a level where no battle poses any risk to any of our children," Qingyi replied, his expression momentarily growing more serious.

If Lingxi wanted to fight the way he and Bai Hu Lie fought, bathing in the blood of their enemies, he would allow it.

If she preferred to be a delicate little princess, treated like a rare jewel and never seeing even a drop of blood, he'd be even happier, since that was what he preferred.

His little Lingxi's desires were absolute!

He leaned over the little girl and placed a tender kiss on her forehead.

"Daddy's going to take care of a few little things now, okay? I promise I'll be back soon to play."

Lingxi was definitely not happy about her father's departure, a trembling pout forming on her little face.

But Rouxi and Elize soon began to hum together, and their divine voices—soft as a heavenly whisper—calmed the little girl in a matter of seconds.

Qingyi left the world of the mind with a heavy heart.

It was hard to be away from Lingxi, even if only for a few hours, but many things still demanded his attention.

At the moment, his main goal was to find the Primordial Demon Empress.

He made sure the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword was securely fastened to his waist before finally leaving the room.

Recently, a strange sensation had been manifesting every time he passed a certain spot hidden among the Alliance's many valleys, in a region reserved for outer disciples.

This time, he had finally decided to investigate.

His feet touched the ground without stirring even a speck of dust, and his gaze swept the surroundings with keen attention.

It was a beautiful valley.

Far from the beauty of his adorable Lingxi's sparkling eyes, of course, but still a pleasure to behold, with meandering streams, towering mountains, and nature pulsing with life all around.

Qingyi found himself on a narrow, winding trail—one that seemed to start from nowhere and lead to nowhere.

He closed his eyes and allowed his senses to expand.

The same subtle presence from before manifested once more, and his keen hearing picked up something distant, almost imperceptible, carried by the breeze.

It was a woman's soft singing.