The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 987 - Don't you think it's time to retire?

For the following week, Qingyi did nothing but cultivate, nonstop.

His only breaks were to keep Lingxi company; she didn't like being away from her father for too long.

Other than that, every second of his time went into cultivation.

At the end of the seven days, he opened his eyes.

A long sigh escaped his lips, carrying a cloud of hot steam that dissolved into the air of the chamber.

His clothes hung in tatters, torn by the pressure of each breakthrough, barely covering his body.

With a satisfied smile, he pulled up his status screen.

[Name: Long Qingyi

Age: 25

Cultivation: Fourth Stage of the Cosmic Emperor Realm

Mana Manipulation: Ninth Ring

Affinities: Lightning: 1,120,500 - Sword: 1,350,500 - Fire: 1,000,500 - Ice: 1,050,500 - Space: 1,550,530 - Light: 1,000,500 - Shadow: 1,200,500 - Wind: 1,100,500 - Metal: 1,000,500 - Water: 1,000,500 - Earth: 1,000,500 - Life: 10,000,000 - Charm: 1,000,000 (can be upgraded in the Lust Store)

Spiritual Roots: Primordial-level Primordial Creation Seed Spirit Root (Lightning, Sword, Fire, Ice, Wind, Metal, Water, Earth, Space, Light, Life, Shadow) (Spiritual Roots Ascension required to continue upgrading.)

Spiritual Roots²: None / Primordial-level Primordial Creation Seed Mana Heart (Spiritual Roots Ascension required to continue upgrading.)

Lineage: Blood of the Corruption Dragon God (Primordial grade; Lineage Ascension required to continue upgrading.)

Constitution: Primordial Dragon Body (Primordial grade; Constitution Ascension required to continue upgrading.)

G Lust Points: 2,051,945,500]

In a single week, Qingyi had leaped from the first stage of the Cosmic Emperor Realm straight to the fourth.

If anyone said this out loud in any cultivator circle of the Celestial Heaven, they would most certainly be laughed out of the room.

Of course, when it came to Qingyi, none of this was a joke.

The young dragon let out a pained groan and collapsed onto his back on the cold floor, one hand clutching his stomach.

[Is your stomach okay, little one? Don't you think you've been consuming resources too quickly?] A concerned voice echoed in his mind.

It was the Primordial Star of Creation.

"I've been through worse, hahaha..." Qingyi chuckled weakly, the laugh dying into a dry cough.

He hadn't done the math, but over the past week he must have consumed at least fifty metric tons of cultivation resources.

He didn't need to use the bathroom, since his body turned everything into Qi far too quickly for anything to be left over. Still, his stomach was not at all happy with the treatment.

The expense also startled him a little. Six hundred million G Lust Points in just one week.

Of course, in the future he'd need to spend more time stabilizing his foundation before each breakthrough, so the rate of consumption would slow down. Even so, it was way too expensive.

With another grunt, Qingyi propped himself up on his elbows and slowly sat up, stretching his back until his bones cracked one after another.

It was time to check on Lingxi before resuming cultivation at full force.

Meanwhile, in a gigantic palace—beautiful enough to make even the Golden Palace of Tianjin seem dull—the rain fell relentlessly.

In the tallest tower of this palace, on an elevated and luxurious courtyard, stood an old man.

His weary eyes were fixed on the horizon, where the heavy clouds seemed endless. The patter of water against the jade roof tiles was the only thing breaking the silence.

He was the current leader of the Celestial Court.

His hands, previously clasped behind his back, moved slowly.

Soon, the old man turned at the sound of footsteps.

A man with a resolute face was approaching. He was one of his most loyal subordinates.

With short white hair and a neatly trimmed beard, he was a handsome man.

"Master... the Divining Elders have finished reading the fate of that young black dragon," the man declared, bowing deeply.

The Divining Elders were three legendary beings within the Celestial Court.

Brothers, all blind—unable to see reality, yet capable of seeing the future.

Their art was not the most precise. However, unlike ordinary diviners, they could peer into the fate of other cultivators without suffering a backlash.

Because of this, they were far more reliable and could read someone's fate for much longer, even with their lack of precision.

"They say your fear is well-founded, but that you must act with caution," the servant continued, pulling a letter from inside his robes and offering it to his master with both hands.

The old man unfolded the paper and read it in silence.

Then he let out a low, cruel laugh, and the letter crumbled to ashes between his fingers, burned by his Qi.

"Those damned old pigs..." He shook his head, his face hardening for an instant before calm returned to his eyes.

"And my youngest son?"

"He has already emerged from seclusion and is currently training with the First Celestial General. He is aware that you wish to see him and will come shortly, as soon as he receives the First General's approval. Shall I urge him on?"

"No." The old man sighed, walking over to a stone bench and sitting down slowly. "I'll wait."

"As you wish, my lord."

The old man said nothing more, merely waving his hand for the servant to withdraw.

His eyes grew cold once more, fixed on the rain that continued to fall without ceasing.

About thirty minutes later, his youngest son finally appeared.

He looked like a younger version of his father, without the weariness in his shoulders or the coldness in his gaze.

His hair was white, his eyes a deep blue, and his face carried a natural nobility.

"Father." The young man bowed respectfully before walking over.

He sat down on the opposite end of the bench and, without ceremony, poured himself a glass of the expensive liquor the old man kept on the small table beside them.

"Do you already know why I called you here?" the old man asked, without taking his eyes off the horizon.

"Yes. I know." The young man replied, taking a calm sip.

"And what's your opinion on the matter?"

The young man remained silent for a long moment, swirling the liquor in his glass.

Then he spoke, with all the honesty in his heart.

"You're old, and a little delusional. Don't you think it's time to retire?"