The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 885 - Pevert!

Qingyi wasn't exaggerating.

His Qi reserves were barely at fifty percent, and resurrecting the Divine Sword Fairy would likely consume almost everything he had left.

Fortunately, they were in a world without cultivators or lurking dangers, so he didn't have to worry about being vulnerable afterward.

As for replenishing his Qi before beginning the process… well, how could he possibly do that? What other excuse could be more perfect for sucking on Dian Huoyue's huge tits than this one?

"Y-you're crazy! I-I don't even have…" Dian Huoyue clearly picked up on the intent behind his words, her eyes instinctively dropping to her own breasts as she stammered, cheeks flaring pink.

Extracting Qi from a female cultivator's milk… well, from a spirit with a physical body, in her case… That was total madness!

Why couldn't he just draw Qi from the air or a pill like everyone else?

"Well… didn't you, Ruxue, and your master already make that promise? Technically, I'm already your husband, so you don't need to worry so much."

Qingyi spoke with a wry smile, the nonchalance in his voice bordering on shamelessness.

"D-did she tell you about the promise?" Dian Huoyue exclaimed, her eyes widening.

If he knew about that promise, there was no doubt left—Ruxue had truly accepted that man as her husband!

Dian Huoyue gazed at Qingyi's handsome face, surreptitiously admiring his perfectly sculpted physique, and felt her cheeks grow hotter and hotter, flushed with a red she couldn't hide.

'You perverted scoundrel…' she repeated to herself, her eyes narrowing as he stepped past her toward her master.

The handsome young man let out a heavy sigh, extending a single hand and resting it gently on the Celestial Sword Fairy's chest.

The corpse was cold to the touch, yet perfectly preserved, as if she were merely trapped in a sleep that had gone on far too long.

Qingyi's eyes slid shut. He focused his mind, activating the Nine Paths of Creation Reversal Art.

Dian Huoyue did not interrupt him. Honestly, she had no other choice.

Her master's body had been kept intact thanks to the various arrays inside the Heavenly Demon's vault, but having been dead for over a hundred thousand years, now outside those arrays, with the Qi in her body completely depleted, she would not hold out much longer.

Something had to be done, and fast.

Qingyi's eyes snapped open as all his Qi surged toward the Celestial Sword Fairy's chest.

He clenched his teeth, feeling every drop of energy being drained from within him.

It took only a single second, and already his reserves trembled, his meridians heating up under the pressure of the flow.

The soul resting in the jar beside him shuddered for an instant, then burst outward, shattering the glass into sparkling shards before soaring into the heavens and plunging back down into the Divine Sword Fairy's body.

For a brief moment, her lips parted, a soft sigh echoing through the silent hall.

"M-Master?" Dian Huoyue called out, her voice trembling with hope.

"It's not ready yet—step back!" Qingyi declared through clenched teeth, the flames of life coursing through his body, mending every fissure in his meridians as the process advanced.

He had to do more than merely return the soul to the body—he was reversing everything.

The more than one hundred thousand years she had lain motionless, the residue of poison that still permeated her flesh, every injury to her meridians and dantian… he was restoring it all to its original state.

Even the reintegration of body and soul had to be undone and redone correctly.

His hands trembled violently, and he felt his Qi reserves plummet to less than ten percent.

Seven percent...

Six percent...

Five percent… and, finally, Qingyi relaxed.

The Divine Sword Fairy did not wake, remaining in her deep slumber, but something had changed.

Her eyelashes fluttered gently, and color slowly returned to her once ghastly pale skin, a rosy hue spreading across her cheeks like the first ray of dawn.

Her lips parted in a sweet moan, and she seemed to relax completely, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

She was asleep. And, more importantly, with a beating heart.

Through the connection she shared with her master, Dian Huoyue could clearly feel every pulse.

She took a step toward the Divine Sword Fairy, but stopped at the last moment, her eyes turning to the exhausted figure of Qingyi, who was staggering backward on unsteady feet.

His knees buckled all at once, and Dian Huoyue moved on pure instinct.

The neckline of her dress gaped wider with the sudden lurch, and her arms shot forward just in time to catch him, offering her massive tits as the perfect cushion for his fall.

"Nghnn~" she moaned softly, feeling Qingyi's face sink between her enormous pale mountains.

The soft flesh parted around him, molding to the contours of his face swallowing his features in a warm, milky embrace.

Each of her tits swelled around the sides of his face, the plump curves squishing together at his temples, quivering with the aftershock of his weight.

Her breasts were in no way inferior to her sister's in size, and now they swallowed around his head like two warm pillows, the delicate skin dimpling wherever he pressed against her.

Qingyi sensed it too—the sweet, floral scent rising from her skin, the creamy texture of that flesh that seemed to melt against his face with every breath he drew.

In Dian Huoyue's arms, he moved instinctively, his lips parting just in time to find one of her swollen, puffy nipples, a fiery red that contrasted beautifully with the milky whiteness around it.

Her hands rose almost of their own accord, cupping the sides of her own breasts and pressing them deeper against his mouth, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh as if into a warm cloud.

The plump curves overflowed between her slender fingers, swelling upward and threatening to smother him entirely.

"P-pervert!… You said all those things just so you could touch my breasts!" Dian Huoyue declared, her voice coming out far weaker than she intended, only to shudder from head to toe the very next moment.

A creamy, hot, sweet liquid flooded Qingyi's lips, the pleasant taste dancing across his tongue.

That was… milk.

Milk rich in Qi!

Dian Huoyue couldn't hide the shock etched across her face.

How on earth was she producing milk? And why was it so thick with Qi?