The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 913 - Training (01)

"This is aged wine infused with the venom of the White-Scaled Divine Snake! I heard the Heavenly Demon nearly died trying to kill that snake just to make this wine." The Divine Blacksmith spun the bottle between his fingers, admiring the pearly blue liquid swirling inside.

With a simple flick of his wrist, he popped the cork loose. A strong, sweet aroma instantly spread through the hall.

The Divine Blacksmith didn't hesitate. He tipped the bottle back, and took a long swig.

A satisfied sigh rumbled out of him before he tossed it back to Qingyi.

Qingyi caught it in midair and took a sip as well. His eyes fluttered the instant the wine touched his tongue.

The taste was mediocre compared to Elize's cooking, but the effects were simply incredible.

"Ah… that son of a bitch really did have a lot of good stuff… I should've waited a little longer and tried to steal his personal spatial ring too, hahaha." Qingyi laughed, handing the bottle back to his father-in-law.

Of course, he wasn't crazy enough to actually try that.

Even with his immense spatial control, if he got anywhere near the Heavenly Demon with the power he had now, a single second would be enough to turn him into dust.

The Divine Blacksmith laughed along with him.

A few moments later, Yuehan finally emerged from the other hall, having finished organizing everything she wanted to organize.

Her sleeves were still rolled up to her elbows, baring her slender forearms, and a strand of blue hair had escaped her hairstyle, falling lightly across her cheek.

Her eyes swept across the hall and settled on Qingyi.

"Are you done with Dad yet? Come on, I'll show you my private training arena," she said.

"Have fun, and don't forget to give me some grandkids!" the Divine Blacksmith declared loudly, without the slightest hesitation, a broad smile on his face.

"D-Dad! We're just going to train!" Yuehan stamped her foot on the ground.

"That's exactly what your mother used to say to her father. And then you were born, hahaha." The Divine Blacksmith laughed casually, picking up his hammer again and getting back to work as if nothing had happened.

Yuehan didn't wait another second. She grabbed Qingyi's arm firmly and pulled him toward the forge's exit without looking back.

Qingyi just laughed, letting himself be led away, his eyes drifting down to the sway of her wide hips as she marched ahead of him.

Honestly, parents in the Celestial Realm were quite different from parents on Earth.

On Earth, a father would seek out a worthy man for his daughter and, even so, would still be somewhat protective of her.

Often, the more conservative fathers wouldn't even let their daughter's chosen one sleep in the same room as her until the wedding.

Here, a father would seek out a worthy man with infinitely higher standards and be infinitely more protective of his daughter.

Even so, an extremely conservative man like the Divine Blacksmith never missed a single opportunity to urge the two of them to have children right away.

The main reason for this was simples.

For high-level cultivators like Yuehan, becoming pregnant was very difficult. And if she did become pregnant, the child would be born with extraordinary talent.

Because of this, a woman's pregnancy ended up being far more important than the marriage itself.

Some of the more prestigious families might require marriage before any closer relationship, but generally speaking, what really mattered was talent and prestige.

If two young people matched each other in prestige and talent, their primary focus should be cultivation.

The secondary focus, of course, was producing offspring.

Marriage was merely a minor detail.

It was not at all uncommon for many experts—even those from conservative and powerful families—to never bother marrying their Dao partners.

Silently, with her face still burning with embarrassment, Yuehan dragged Qingyi through the corridors.

Finally, they reached the spacious central courtyard of the Tianjin Palace.

From there, she kicked off the ground and took flight, her robes fluttering behind her. Qingyi followed in silence.

It wasn't very far. After a little over ten minutes of flight, with the wind whipping against their faces, they finally arrived.

Surrounding the Tianjin Palace were many private pavilions.

Some belonged to large, wealthy families, others to powerful elders, but all were under the direct protection of the Palace.

Yuehan was one of the many people who owned a private pavilion there.

The place had been abandoned for over a hundred thousand years, but with her return, it had taken a repair crew just a single day to restore it to its former glory.

It was a relatively large place: a main mansion with about a hundred rooms, a huge pond full of spiritual carp in front, and a garden in the back, all surrounded by lush groves.

Yuehan alighted in the heart of the pavilion, touching down so lightly that her chest gave only a slow, heavy sway before settling.

Her hands glided over the fabric as she elegantly adjusted her clothes.

She turned to Qingyi and motioned for him to follow her.

They entered the luxurious main mansion and soon descended a long staircase.

Step by step, the air grew colder and their footsteps echoed louder and louder off the walls until they finally reached the deepest level of her mansion.

There, at the center of it all, was a large marble platform, surrounded by stands filled with training dummies and weapons of all kinds.

Yuehan leaped onto the arena with a light bound.

Her blue hair swayed with the movement, and as her feet touched the marble, her breasts gave a gentle jiggle beneath her robe, the full mounds rising and then settling with a soft bounce that took a moment to fade.

She turned her face toward Qingyi, who had climbed up from the opposite side.

Her hand went to the flaming sword at her waist, her fingers closing around the hilt as she gazed at Qingyi's handsome face. And at his gaze, which had taken a split second longer than it should have to rise from her chest to her eyes.

"Is there a problem, Young Lady Yuehan?" Qingyi asked with a gentle smile.

"Pervert…" Yuehan murmured softly, her cheeks flushed and her grip tightening on the hilt.