The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 943 - Mu Ziyue (01)

Throughout the Orthodox Universe, among billions upon billions of planets and stars, there were only about a thousand Celestial Emperors.

A single Celestial Emperor possessed absurd combat power—a being capable of collapsing black holes and tearing through the void at speeds many times faster than light.

Spacecraft with combat power comparable to that of a Celestial Emperor also existed. There were hundreds of them scattered throughout the Central Region, but they all fell into just two classes.

The first were gigantic and slow, some stretching tens of kilometers from stern to bow. All that bulk was needed just to contain the power of a Celestial Emperor inside a metal hull.

These were the most common—the Behemoth-class ships, true star destroyers. Every self-respecting navy had at least one in its fleet.

The second was the Imperator Eternal class.

These ships were designed for private transport, carrying at most a few dozen or a few hundred passengers.

They were much smaller, built with beauty and elegance in mind, and their facilities were luxurious, meant to accommodate emperors, not soldiers.

In general, they were glamorous and fast, yet their cannons and shields were powerful enough to face even beings at the pinnacle of the Celestial Heavens.

Building one was far more difficult than constructing a Behemoth. Perhaps one or two would roll off the assembly lines every few tens of thousands of years, and they were almost never sold.

Unless someone of Tianjin's caliber wanted one, the Mu Family simply kept them for their own private use. And often, not even that.

Qingyi, naturally, was among the very few people with the right to purchase such a ship from the Mu Family.

Not only because he was Tianjin's son-in-law, but also because he carried that Divine Blacksmith's Token—and, well, because he had their daughters among his wives.

The Mu Family owed a great deal to both men—and to Yuehan herself—so there was no way they could be stingy.

Supervisor Liu didn't hesitate to take Qingyi into the most secret regions of that gigantic industrial complex.

They passed through countless narrow corridors, moving past structures so powerful that their skin tingled with every step.

Until, finally, they arrived before a gigantic metal door.

Activating his draconic eyes, Qingyi analyzed the door for a moment.

That thing could easily withstand even a full-force blow from a Celestial Emperor.

Supervisor Liu tapped the metal lightly a few times, her knuckles making a faint, dull sound against the thick surface. For a second, nothing happened.

Then a loud, thunderous groan echoed through the corridor, and the door began to open slowly. The floor vibrated beneath their feet, and a thin layer of dust rained down from the edges.

It was a rather crude security system for a high-tech world, but its durability was undeniable.

The gate gave way to a vast circular hall, perhaps one hundred or two hundred thousand square meters in size.

The air inside was cooler and still, carrying a faint scent of paint and polished metal.

In the center rested exactly ten spacecraft, each beautiful, unique, and luxurious in its own way. And beside them, dozing in a chair, sat a woman.

A table stood before her, countless documents and drawings scattered across the wood, a pen still clenched between her fingers.

She appeared to be some kind of engineer.

She wore old, traditional robes, yet they were still luxurious and elegant in their own way.

Her face, still beautiful despite her age, wore a serene expression, her eyes closed in a deep, relaxed sleep.

Her breasts, still full and perfect, rose and fell slowly with each breath.

She didn't appear to be more than fifty years old, though she was beautiful enough that many men would be fooled into swearing she was, at most, thirty.

Of course, her actual age was far, far greater than that.

At first glance, she seemed like just a beautiful and relatively ordinary woman.

In reality, she was a Celestial Empress on par with the leaders of the Nine Great Sects, carrying nearly a million years of age on her shoulders.

This was the ancestor and founder of the Mu Family, Mu Ziyue. The greatest spaceship builder in all of the Celestial Heavens, a figure no less respected than the Divine Blacksmith himself.

The woman's eyes opened slowly, and a weary yawn escaped her full, rosy lips.

She stretched out in her chair, arms raised high above her head. The movement pulled the robe taut across her ample chest, lifting her breasts and pressing their full, round shape clearly through the cloth.

Then she relaxed, and they dropped back into place with a gentle, weighty bounce, the pen finally slipping from her fingers and rolling across the table.

She seemed somewhat disinterested in everything around her, her gaze still half-clouded by sleep.

But that disinterest vanished the instant she sensed a familiar aura, her eyes falling upon one of Qingyi's many wives.

"Master Ziyue has been in seclusion for the past three hundred years, so she still knows nothing. Neither about you, nor about the return of Young Miss Yuehan," Supervisor Liu remarked in a low voice beside Qingyi.

Qingyi gave a slight nod, his eyes never leaving the woman.

"Y-Yuehan?" Ziyue called out in a trembling voice, her face filling with shock as she slowly rose from her chair, as if afraid the sight before her would vanish if she moved too quickly.

"H-hello, Miss Ziyue… it's been a long time, hasn't it?" Yuehan replied, her voice slightly pained, a faint, trembling smile on her lips.

Then she turned to Qingyi, grabbing his arm and pulling herself close to his side as if seeking support, her soft body molding against him, the plump cushion of her breast flattening against his arm. "This is Long Qingyi, my man."

For a moment, Ziyue couldn't hide the shock etched on her face. Her eyes darted from Yuehan to Qingyi and back, her mouth slightly agape.

But that shock soon turned to genuine happiness, and in the next instant she threw herself toward Yuehan.

She closed the distance between them in the blink of an eye, her old robe fluttering behind her. The sudden halt sent her full breasts lurching beneath the loose fabric, bouncing once before they settled, her hands gripping Yuehan's shoulders tightly.

"Oh… my little Yuehan, you really are back! I thought we'd lost you forever at the hands of that accursed demon!"

Her voice faltered at the end, and those eyes—nearly a million years old—turned red and moist in an instant.