The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 894 - It's good to have you back, little Yuehan

"Ah... you've grown so much, little Qianyao!" A loud, powerful shout echoed through the arena, ringing from the lips of a woman with a rugged, warrior-like appearance.

In her hands, a massive two-handed sword glinted beneath the light of the arrays, her feet firmly planted on the vast marble platform.

Powerful arrays swirled around the two of them, sealing off the battlefield in a shimmering dome of runes.

That woman was one of the most powerful Celestial Empresses of the Celestial Heavens, the current master of the Sword Pavilion, and Qianyao's childhood friend—a girl Qianyao herself had rescued from the streets many millennia ago.

And, of course, a great deal of time had passed since then.

The once-dirty little girl was now over one hundred thousand years old, having become an ancient expert, while Qianyao herself was still in her twenties.

Even so, the friendship between them remained intact.

On the opposite side of the arena, Qianyao gripped her sword firmly, her delicate fingers wrapping around the hilt.

She was not wearing her usual pure white dress. Instead, her body was clad in an elegant black bodysuit, the glossy fabric clinging to every curve like a second skin.

The suit hugged the heavy swell of her breasts so tightly that their round fullness pressed against the material with every breath, while the smooth line traced the dip of her waist down to the generous flare of her hips.

It was a bit indecent, yes, but this was a women-only training session, so she didn't worry about it.

"Ah… YueYue, I liked it better back when I was the one calling you 'little girl'..." Qianyao lamented, a wistful smile playing on her lips as she recalled that grubby little girl full of dreams whom she'd rescued from the streets.

Now, that same little girl had become an ancestral master, while she—frozen in time for over a hundred thousand years—was still a young woman who had barely taken her first step toward immortality.

With the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword strapped to her slender waist and her own blade in hand, Qianyao charged forward.

Her body broke the speed of sound in the blink of an eye, the air tearing apart around her with a sharp crack.

The blade sliced through the void and clashed against YueYue's sword with a crystalline, metallic clang that rang across the arena.

Space itself split open between the two warriors, a silver heron and a golden dragon bursting from the collision of the blades, intertwining in the air as a terrifying aura engulfed the entire arena and made the formations tremble in protest.

Qianyao was hurled backward a hundred paces, her delicate feet skidding across the marble and gouging deep gashes into the polished stone.

The impact reverberated through her whole body, her huge tits heaving heavily inside the tight bodysuit—the twin mounds surging upward before crashing back down in a slow, weighty bounce.

White dust swirled in spirals around her feet, the temperature near the beautiful golden dragon rising rapidly as its horns shone with a gold as intense as that of her own eyes.

YueYue didn't even move, maintaining a casual and relaxed posture, the two-handed sword resting in her arms as lightly as a feather.

The difference in cultivation between the two was simply too vast!

Qianyao raised her blade again, preparing for her next strike—but in the very next instant, she froze mid-movement.

Her eyes widened, staring into nothingness, her breath caught in her throat.

"Uh? What are you—" YueYue suddenly fell silent, feeling exactly the same thing Qianyao did.

She recognized that aura…

Qianyao's hand instinctively flew toward the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword, but stopped midway, her fingers slowly relaxing before they could touch the hilt.

Her lips curved into a restrained smile as she looked at YueYue. "Let's continue the training."

She was dying to throw herself into her husband's arms, but she wanted it to be a surprise for Ruxue.

Yuehan, the Divine Sword Fairy, was back.

Of course, just as Qianyao had immediately sensed her husband's aura, Tianjin felt it as well.

The moment a spatial fluctuation rippled above the palace, Tianjin—who was in the middle of a meeting with his most trusted elders—leaped to his feet from his chair.

Before anyone could question him, he had already torn through the void, leaving the room in seconds and materializing in the skies.

His eyes fell upon Qingyi, who wore a calm expression, a faint smile resting on his lips.

In the arms of that young dragon—Tianjin's son-in-law—rested a beautiful and elegant woman, her long blue hair cascading over his forearms like a sky-blue river.

Tianjin stared at the sight speechless, while the elders who had been at the meeting also tore through the void, materializing one by one beside him.

There were seven of them in total, and only one was less than one hundred and fifty thousand years old.

When their gazes fell upon Yuehan, a wave of pure indignation flooded their hearts.

Weren't the heavens being far too unfair?

There stood Qingyi, with his transcendent talent and unmatched power within his tier, heir to none other than Long Wujin—one of the most feared and hated, yet also most respected, beings in all of the Celestial Heavens.

And there, cradled in his arms, was the Divine Sword Fairy herself, one of the most revered women in all of the Celestial Realm.

With all that talent and power, he also had the ability to win over any beauty he desired.

In the end, the elders could only sigh in defeat.

The heavens truly had their favorites.

Yuehan, of course, didn't take long to notice the glances directed at her.

She pressed her open palms against Qingyi's firm chest and gently pushed him away, stepping back to a distance more appropriate for the situation.

"Greetings, Leader of the Alliance. Greetings, elders. Su Yuehan is back." She spoke respectfully, clasping her fists and bowing gracefully.

The elders and Tianjin broke into bright smiles, waving their hands for her to stop being so formal.

She was the Celestial Sword Fairy.

Although her combat power was still below the Heavenly Emperor realm, she remained one of the most respected beings in all of the Celestial Realm.

"It's good to have you back, little Yuehan…" Tianjin said, his heart overflowing with joy as his eyes returned to rest on Qingyi.

Qingyi had brought his daughter back to him. And now, he had even brought Yuehan.

He owed that young dragon so much.

"Come on, let's go see your father." Tianjin motioned for Yuehan to follow him.