The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 965 Relaxing

Shortly after the outcome of the war was announced, images of the battle spread across the entire Orthodox world. The shockwave engulfed every planet and every star system.

Long Qingyi, the Supreme Emperor of the Ten Thousand Blades and heir to the Dragon God of Corruption, had taken his draconic form and single-handedly slain more than forty million young Demonic geniuses.

A war that would normally drag on for decades had ended in a matter of hours, without a single casualty on the allied side.

Naturally, all of this left onlookers stunned.

In sect halls, clan palaces, and mortal malls, the same scenes played over and over again.

Even the elders—those who had experienced firsthand the terror of the Dragon God of Corruption at the height of his madness—had never witnessed such a terrifying feat.

On the Demonic side, no one spoke Qingyi's name anymore without fear and trepidation.

The Orthodox, meanwhile, celebrated the birth of a new and incomparable genius.

Even the most famous and arrogant figures of the great sects no longer dared to look at Qingyi with anything but respect.

That had been the final feat, the one that lifted his fame to a height no one else could reach.

In the past, a few irrelevant young masters—who nevertheless considered themselves powerful—had openly declared they were willing to fight Qingyi to prove he was nothing more than a fraud.

All of them had fallen silent. The few who still dared to speak out became the laughingstock of the media.

Of course, these were matters that concerned only mortals and low-level cultivators, along with geniuses who enjoyed wallowing in their own fame.

Such conversations never reached the ears of the truly worthy figures, much less those of the very author of all that chaos.

At that very moment, Qingyi was letting himself sink into the warm waters of the Mind World's hot springs, steam rising lazily around him and his face completely relaxed.

The faint scent of minerals filled the air, and the warmth of the water slowly washed the weight of the past few days out of his muscles.

Lingxi, dressed in an adorable little red swimsuit, stood on her father's thighs, wobbling a little as she kept her balance. She was playing with one of his hands, tugging at his fingers one by one and bursting into giggles every time he pretended to resist.

He was leaning back, using Auranys's enormous pale mountains as a pillow.

Her gigantic breasts sank under the weight of his head, the soft, warm flesh molding around the nape of his neck and spilling over the sides of his face. Droplets of water slid down the pale slopes and pooled in the deep valley pressed against the back of his skull.

Her fingers ran unhurriedly through Qingyi's hair while her other arm rested on the stone edge of the spring.

Between her caresses and Lingxi's adorable giggles, he relaxed completely, letting his shoulders sink a little deeper into the water.

His eyes wandered over the curves of his other wives, who were bathing and playing happily a little further ahead.

Wet skin glistened in the steam. Every splash and burst of laughter set full breasts bobbing at the waterline and plump hips rocking from side to side as they waded through the pool.

Linyue and Xueyao, a few months into their pregnancies, already had slightly rounded bellies. So did Khaedryss, even though hers had only been confirmed a few weeks ago.

It was a beautiful, calm day, and honestly, he just wanted to relax.

He knew it wouldn't be long before he had to face the Heavenly Demon.

With his physique and spiritual roots already at their peak, he would soon advance to the Cosmic Emperor Realm. After that came the False Divinity Realm, and from there, the final step toward the Celestial Emperor Realm.

For any other great genius of the Celestial Heaven, those steps would take years, perhaps centuries, or even millennia.

Many would never manage to go beyond the Cosmic Emperor Realm.

Still, Qingyi was confident he wouldn't have to wait long for the day he killed that pig.

The handsome young man sighed and stretched, raising his arms high above his head.

Lingxi clung tightly to one of his arms and rose with it, lifted clear of the water. She giggled softly, kicking the air with her little feet and sending droplets splashing back into the spring.

Qingyi let her drop back into the water, sending it splashing in every direction, then laughed lovingly and pulled her into a tight embrace.

He loved that sweet, adorable little thing more than anything.

After a few minutes of play, Qingyi set her on her little duck float and gave it a gentle push, letting her drift over to her other mommies, who welcomed her with open arms.

He sank back into the water. Shortly afterward, he felt Rouxi glide up and settle beside him, her wet body sliding against his.

One soft breast pressed slowly into his arm, the plump flesh flattening and spreading around his bicep, warm and slick against his skin.

"Love…" She smiled gently, leaning over Qingyi. Her breasts dipped with the motion, brushing softly against his chest as she planted a kiss on his lips.

"Lingxi's birthday is just a few months away… we have to let the sect know, don't you think? And then there's your wedding to Qianyao and Yuehan… Ma Mingzhu too. That can't wait much longer either."

"I know," Qingyi replied, wrapping his arm around her back and resting his hand on the wet curve of her waist, his thumb tracing slow circles over her slick skin.

He had put off many things until after the war.

Now that all those demons were dead and the Orthodox world had emerged victorious, it was time to marry his other wives.

For now, however, he didn't dwell on it too much, focusing entirely on relaxing and recovering.

He was exhausted. Killing all those demons so swiftly had cost him more than eighty percent of his Qi and Mana reserves.

Without rushing, he enjoyed a full day of fun with his wives and Lingxi before returning to his room aboard the Celestial Spear, which was already making its way back to the Celestial Orthodox Martial Alliance.

As soon as he emerged from the Mind World, he sensed a presence outside his room.

It was Ma Mingzhu.

A broad smile spread across his face, and he walked straight to the door and opened it.

Mingzhu was smiling, her eyes shining as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

She had been afraid of the battle, especially after they received the order to advance so soon. Fortunately, the entire war had ended before she even had to draw her sword.

Now, standing before Qingyi, she twirled a strand of dark purple hair, almost burgundy in color, between her fingers and flashed him a shy smile, her gaze darting up to meet his before slipping away again.

That smile made Qingyi's heart beat faster.

He truly wanted to devour that woman.