The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System

Chapter 118: 118 - M-master?

Qingyi couldn’t stop a dragon from waking up briefly in his pants before he managed to control himself.

This was no time for that.

Honestly, Yunfei’s power far exceeded his expectations.

It was the norm for an ordinary cultivator new to the golden core realm to have the power to deal with 10 peak foundation realm cultivators, and for an ordinary cultivator new to the iron body realm to be able to deal with 100 peak golden core realm cultivators.

But Qingyi was sure that Yunfei’s power with that technique was far superior to that.

’Ruxue, do I have any way of learning that technique?’ he asked, drawing a muffled laugh from the spiritual beauty.

”Depends, are you willing to cut your big boy? It’s not exactly a Ying technique, but it was made specifically for women.”

”Better not...” Qingyi shuddered.

The Storm Monarch’s sword technique was also powerful and had twelve forms.

The latter would probably be more powerful than Yunfei’s by a long margin.

”That technique was really impressive...” Qingyi commented as he grabbed Yunfei’s hips, his hands going up to one of her huge breasts and squeezing firmly.

”mmnhm~~ thank you husband... I’ve dedicated my whole life to training it, I’ll teach it to the girls once they reach the foundation realm,” Yunfei moaned softly, both their eyes focused on the beast’s decapitated body.

That corpse was probably worth a fortune, but they simply had no way of transporting it.

Their moment was interrupted by a soft tremor and the crystals above then shook as pieces of stone fell from the rocky walls.

”We’d better go quickly, this place is going to start collapsing soon,” Ruxue said, appearing next to Qingyi.

With a sigh, Qingyi let go of the beauty, placing only the centipede’s head in his spatial ring before they entered the white marble palace, half of which was collapsed.

Ruxue was the only one who really knew the place, so she led them to the back of the palace where they descended an endless staircase into a large room whose floor was surrounded by strange arrays.

”Ugh... luckily no monsters got here, it should still be functional,” Ruxue muttered as she crouched in the center of the array, running her hand over it and wiping off the dust.

With a soft sigh, she looked at Qingyi and Yunfei, who were watching the surrounding room with interest.

”Come on, you don’t want to be here when this place collapses, do you?” She smiled at the two, who soon joined her in the center of the teleportation array.

”I hope the spirit crystals are still full,” she whispered before focusing her Qi on the array which was taken over by a soft glow, slowly spreading out and forming a circle around them.

With a grunt from the spiritual beauty, the space distorted, swallowing up the three of them.

***

”The queen is dead! The lord of the high stone is the rightful king!” A thunderous voice echoed through the night sky of the royal capital of the Heavenly Thunder Kingdom.

The horizon was painted orange as flames rose into the black night sky. The walls had been reduced to rubble and the population massacred almost to the point of extermination.

Despite the declaration of victory, the streets still echoed with the sounds of battle as various factions of the royal guard fought, each choosing a different king.

Three figures appeared on a hill not far from the capital, their eyes fixed on the royal palace, or rather the burning rubble that remained of it.

Yunfei had a complicated look on her face.

On the one hand, the fall of the Xiao family was the victory of her temple, the end of millennia of suffering.

On the other, she couldn’t ignore the bloodshed - women, children, the elderly - no one was forgiven as experts from the Foundation Realm and the Golden Core realm turned the city streets into battlefields.

”Let’s go...” Qingyi sighed, wrapping his hands around the beauty’s hips and hugging her lovingly.

Yunfei shivered softly before nodding.

There were people waiting for her, and it wouldn’t be long before the flames of war reached the temple area.

At this point, it was best that she was with her girls, protecting them personally.

Soon, Ruxue turned back to the heaven-defying thunder sword, and two figures whose auras were surrounded by lightning tore through the darkness.

***

It was a misty morning in the temple.

The priestesses had already begun their martial training, the pale skin of their voluptuous bodies already glistening softly with sweat.

Qin Yueli was sitting on one of the steps of the throne room, her gaze complicated as she watched the girls train.

Her body trembled as she felt long, delicate fingers wrap around her shoulders, a massive, soft and heavy pair of mountains pressing against her back.

”What are you thinking so much about?” Elize smiled softly as she hugged Yueli, pulling her against her bountiful chest.

”N-nothing...” Yueli blushed, but didn’t push her sister away.

”Nothing, huh...” Elize turned her face gently, studying her sister’s expression with a mischievous look. It was obvious that there was something there.

After a moment’s hesitation, Yueli finally gave in, her voice quick and anxious.

”I-I went into town to buy some more supplies yesterday and I heard rumors... the King is dead and the capital is under siege, they said the ancestral sealing site has started to collapse and-”

Yueli’s words were interrupted when Elize pulled a small bag from her robes, took out a cookie and used it to silence the blue-haired beauty.

”Did you like it? I just baked it,” Elize smiled, but was unable to hide the tremor in her voice.

She too was bleeding at the heart, also on the verge of tears.

”Let’s trust him, okay? He wouldn’t die like that... he wouldn’t end up like the master-” Elize suddenly fell silent as she felt a powerful aura approaching.

The eyes of the twenty beauties were fixed on the horizon at the same time.

They saw a handsome young man, more beautiful than any man who had ever set foot on land.

Next to him, a woman, a figure they knew well and whose face only remained in their memories.

”M-master?”