The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 907 - Full of vitality

Qingyi exchanged a few quick words with Ruxue before the beautiful lightning spirit smiled faintly and departed with her sister, Huoyue, leaving him alone with Yuehan.

Meanwhile, he walked in silence alongside the blue-haired beauty, crossing the temple's wide corridors toward the Purple Palace, where Lingxi awaited them.

Their footsteps echoed softly against the ancient stones, and the cool air carried a faint scent of lingering incense.

[That little one has really grown a lot…] The voice of the Primordial Creation Star echoed sweetly in Qingyi's ears, a divine whisper brushing across his soul.

'Do you know her that well? Why has she never mentioned you?' Qingyi asked mentally, curiosity coloring his inner voice.

[I know every spirit, from the most insignificant inhabitant of the Mortal Heavens to celestial beings like Ruxue... They call me the Mother of Spirits for a reason. With my own hands, I shaped each and every one of them...]

'Hm… and when do you plan to speak with her?'

[You're not strong enough for that yet...] The star's voice grew fainter and fainter, and Qingyi felt the connection between them waver like a flame in the wind.

[I'll return to my slumber. If you need me, I'll be here.] The beautiful, feminine voice, echoing divinely in Qingyi's mind, faded completely, leaving only a silent void in its place.

He let out a quiet sigh, turning his gaze back to Yuehan.

"Has Tianjin already told you about what the Heavenly Demon is likely planning to do?" Qingyi asked, admiring the blue-haired beauty beside him out of the corner of his eye.

"Yes…" She nodded, her voice slipping out a little lower than usual.

"He'll likely stake everything he has on those young elites of the demonic race, hoping to repeat the humiliation we suffered in the last tournament between the Orthodox and Demonic younger generations." Yuehan looked up at the blue skies of the Mind World, a hint of concern crossing her delicate features.

"Hm… he'd better have prepared very well if he wants that plan to succeed, hahaha." Qingyi roared with laughter, a playful gleam dancing in his eyes.

That would be a contest among Stellar Sovereigns under a hundred years of age, gathering the most talented and renowned young cultivators from across the Celestial Heavens.

Qingyi, with his current level of power, simply feared no Stellar Sovereign, not even those standing at the very peak of that cultivation realm.

Generally speaking, sending him into such a battle would be the equivalent of unleashing a tiger into a pack of rats.

Well, in his case, it would be more like a dragon descending upon a pigsty.

He was absolutely confident that not one of them would stand a chance against him.

Yuehan remained silent for a long moment, her delicate fingers absentmindedly toying with a strand of her own blue hair.

"I never had the chance to meet Wujin, but my father used to talk about him… about how terrifying he was, about how many people died because of his madness.

"Do you think I might end up becoming a monster like him?"

"Anyone can become a monster… my father came very close to it. But no." Yuehan shook her head firmly, her gentle gaze turning toward him. "I don't believe you'd become a monster. At least, not to the innocent people of this world."

"You seem to think very highly of me, huh?"

"Well… how could I not? You know my last few days here have been nothing but your wives telling me how amazing you are, right? They seem to be trying to brainwash me, and it's working, fufufu~"

Yuehan let out a sweet, elegant chuckle, gracefully covering her lips with her fingertips.

Qingyi laughed along with her, his relaxed voice mingling with her melodious laughter.

The two had already reached the staircase leading to the Purple Palace.

Qingyi let Yuehan take the lead, staying a few steps behind her.

His eyes drifted downward almost of their own accord, drawn to her plump, perfectly sculpted buttocks as she climbed.

With every step she took, one plump cheek lifted high while the other sank low, the two halves brushing together in a soft, teasing kiss of tender flesh. The ample meat trembled beneath the sheer fabric of her dress, each quiver rippling outward in indulgent waves that spread through every soft inch of her ripe curves.

The dress itself did precious little to contain such voluptuousness. The delicate fabric stretched taut over every alluring swell, clinging to the deep cleft that divided her two heavy halves and faithfully tracing every gentle bounce, every subtle shudder of her pliant flesh with each step she took upward.

"Your wives also told me a lot about how... uh... "full of vitality" you were… honestly, it's absurd that you've gotten this far so quickly when you're so focused on… well… inappropriate things." Yuehan blushed, halting in her tracks and turning her face to the side, clearly aware of his gaze fixed upon her rear.

Generally speaking, on the path of cultivation, an obsession with carnal pleasures was practically taboo.

Usually, a man with many wives was one whose talent had already dried up, someone who now only wished to sire new offspring in the hope of seeing his own son fulfill the ambitions he himself could no longer achieve.

A man or woman who devoted their heart solely to pleasure would simply never reach the peak of their talent, for they would lack the determination necessary to walk the path of the Dao.

Because of this, men like Tianjin—or even the Divine Blacksmith—had only a single wife.

Many of the Celestial Emperors—primarily the women, but no small number of men as well—were virgins, having avoided the pleasures of the flesh as much as possible before reaching the peak of their power.

Many clung so tightly to this philosophy that, even after ascending to the summit, they never abandoned this life of restraint and chastity.

By all accounts, Qingyi must have been one of those degenerate failures.

One need only look at the number of wives he had, and the amount of love he devoted to each and every one of them.

He wasn't even willing to spend weeks, months, or even just days cultivating nonstop, always taking breaks every few hours to visit his many wives.

And yet, seeing the absurd speed of his cultivation—and even the cultivation speed of his wives themselves, despite all of them being so devoted to sex and pleasure—Yuehan couldn't help but let out a quiet sigh.