The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 939 - News about the sect

"Ah… come on in, young man. Sit down with this old man; let's have a good drink and chat a bit," Ma Zhenwu said, gesturing with a thin hand toward an empty chair in the corner of the hospital room.

He was reclining in bed, his face still a little pale, but his eyes were as lively and good-humored as ever.

Qingyi didn't hesitate. With a gentle pull of his Qi, the chair glided across the floor and came to a stop beside the bed. He sat down next to Ma Zhenwu, settling Lingxi comfortably on his lap.

With a wave of his hand, a bottle of liquor appeared in the air before him, floating alongside two glasses.

Guided by his Qi, the bottle tilted slowly.

The liquor poured out with a soft gurgle, filling both glasses, and its strong, sweet aroma spread through the room, easily overpowering the faint smell of medicinal herbs.

Qingyi took one glass for himself and handed the other to Ma Zhenwu.

The old man wrapped his wrinkled fingers around it and raised it to his lips, taking a leisurely sip.

"Ah… that's good," he declared, letting out a satisfied sigh as he sank back against the pillows.

Lingxi watched it all from her father's lap, her big, curious eyes fixed on the glass in his hand.

"Dadda!" she called, stretching her chubby little hands toward the drink, opening and closing her tiny fingers as she begged for a taste.

"You can't drink that, princess," Qingyi said with a soft chuckle, lifting the glass out of her reach and pulling a small baby bottle filled with strawberry juice from his spatial ring.

Lingxi immediately grabbed the bottle's side handles with both little hands. The sweet scent of strawberries captured her attention far more than the smell of alcohol ever could.

Nestled in her father's lap, she drank happily, kicking her little legs and letting out small sounds of contentment as the sweet taste spread across her tongue.

Ma Zhenwu watched the little girl with a weary smile on his lips.

Qingyi ran his hand through his daughter's soft hair, then turned his attention back to the old man.

"Did you speak with the Sect Leader before coming here? How is the sect's relocation to the Central Region going?" he asked, slowly turning the glass between his fingers.

"I spoke with him briefly. The relocation has been peaceful so far, and the star system they'll be moving to has already been decided," Ma Zhenwu replied, resting the glass on his lap. "The envoys from the Celestial Orthodox Martial Alliance have been very welcoming."

"That's good." Qingyi smiled. "I should head to the sect as soon as the war among the younger generation is over. Rou'er misses her adoptive father, and I have a few friends I want to see as well."

"Oh… that Young Master Chen? You were always drinking with him, weren't you?"

Ma Zhenwu took a second sip of liquor and, a moment later, a bout of coughing shook him, his thin chest heaving beneath the blankets.

Ma Mingzhu, who was standing right behind Qingyi, furrowed her brows, worry flashing across her face. Her hand twitched at her side, but she stayed where she was.

Alcohol wasn't exactly dangerous for cultivators of that level, even injured ones.

In fact, high-level spirit liquors almost always carried powerful healing effects. Because of that, drinking them was even recommended for injured or sick high-level cultivators.

"Yes." Qingyi nodded. "His wife was already a few months pregnant when I last went to see him, so the child must have been born by now. I'd be a terrible uncle if I didn't go see her, hahaha."

"It's good to value your friendships." Ma Zhenwu laughed as well, his voice slightly hoarse from the coughing.

"I've only spoken with the Sect Leader through a communication artifact, so I don't know many details about what's happening there. But I've heard that Chen Wei has already become the sect's star disciple."

He paused to wet his throat with another small sip.

"He won a tournament and was crowned the strongest inner disciple, defeating even core disciples."

Hearing that, Qingyi felt deeply satisfied, and a subtle smile appeared on his lips.

He had left Chen Wei enough items for him and his wife to elevate their lineage, constitution, and spirit roots to the primordial level.

If it weren't for the Sect Leader and his wife—who were already far more advanced and would soon receive similar gifts from him—Chen Wei would become the first Celestial Emperor of the Cosmic Void Sect.

In any case, those four alone, along with Ma Zhenwu—whom Qingyi also intended to turn into a Celestial Emperor using items from the System—would be enough to transform the Cosmic Void Sect into one of the greatest powers in that region.

Especially considering that even the strongest of the Nine Great Sects had only ten Celestial Emperors.

Ma Zhenwu fell quiet for a moment, his gaze drifting toward the window.

"Rou'er will probably be happy to know that she'll soon have a little brother or sister," he said, a small smile playing on his lips.

"The Sect Leader wasted no time at all after his wife's return. He even used resources that had been sitting in the sect's vault for hundreds of thousands of years to ensure the pregnancy."

Qingyi's eyes sparkled at that.

"Ah… one more reason to return to the sect as soon as possible…" he murmured, tapping a finger lightly against the rim of his glass.

"Once the war ends, the arrangements for my marriage to Qianyao and to Yuehan, the Divine Blacksmith's daughter, will begin. I can use the trip to fetch the Sect Leader and his wife so they can attend the wedding."

Ma Zhenwu nodded, his eyes settling on his granddaughter.

Mingzhu blushed and gave a small shudder, lowering her gaze to the floor.

Whether she would actually marry him or not depended entirely on Qingyi himself.

Her heart raced as she looked at the young man's powerful, protective back, her fingers lightly clutching the hem of her clothes.

[Don't overthink it or get too anxious, dear. Everything will happen in its own time.] Rouxi, who had been silently observing everything, sent a sound transmission to Mingzhu. The girl simply kept her head down, her cheeks still flushed.

Yes, there was no need to worry about Qingyi's apparent lack of interest in her.

Right now, he was Lingxi's father above all else, and his main concern was making her happy.

After that, they could have a serious conversation.