The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System

Chapter 210: 210 - It’s not possible...

Tang Biyue stood up, her huge breasts almost escaping from her cleavage because of the speed of the movement, jiggling wildly as she stared at the scene in front of her.

Were her eyes lying to her?

’No... It’s not possible...’ She repeated in her mind, feeling her heart pounding.

A faint blush spread across her cheeks like burning flames and she felt a familiar warmth rise in her belly.

It was the same feeling she had whenever she came into contact with Qingyi.

She spread her senses, feeling Qingyi’s cultivation, something that made the trembling in her eyes even more intense.

From the foundation realm to the crystalline core realm in less than two years?

How could that be possible? Not even her family’s ancestor had such a fast cultivation speed!

”Is there a problem, Lady Tang Biyue?” A voice echoed from behind the poisonous beauty.

It was the leader of the dragon battalion, a powerful man, handsome and tall, bearing sharp, brutish features.

His golden eyes shone softly, a point of lust appearing in them before he suppressed it.

”I’m fine,” Tang Biyue forced firmness into her voice, sitting down again and closing her eyes, trying to calm her racing mind.

She wasn’t well and she knew it.

Even after almost a year without seeing Qingyi, there wasn’t a single night when she didn’t have to fight the urge to touch herself.

It was as if there was an invisible mark on her body, always there, throbbing and reminding her of him.

She exchanged glances with the young man one last time before focusing on the competition.

Two elders of the orthodox alliance suddenly appeared in the sky.

”As you may have heard from one of the alliance officials, you will have to take part in a friendly competition to test your true combat power.

This is not a way of defining who will or will not join the orthodox alliance, just a way of demonstrating your power to each of the battalion leaders, who will decide whether or not you will be accepted into the battalions you choose.

Those who aren’t accepted by any leader, don’t be discouraged, you can still serve directly on the council of elders as a civil servant.”

Qingyi had already looked away from Tang Biyue and was now also focusing on the elder.

He had some idea of what the council of elders was.

Although the battalion leaders had total control over their own battalions, these elders were still the true commanders of the orthodox alliance, second only to the transcendents who founded it.

Rongyan wouldn’t be taking part in this competition because the sect had transferred her directly to the service of the council of elders.

”Even so, there will be a reward for the one who takes first place in this competition: the opportunity to choose a treasure from the orthodox alliance’s storage.”

Those words caused a slight stir among the disciples who were about to enter the alliance.

It was the reward given in every competition, a way of putting old and abandoned treasures into circulation and rewarding the most talented.

Even so, the reaction was always the same - shock and excitement, especially among those who had a chance of winning.

After the announcement, all the competitors had to sign their name on a small nameplate before finally starting to fight.

Qingyi was in the middle of the list, so it would be a while before it was his turn.

The first competitors were two young men at the peak of the crystalline core realm.

The first was a flame cultivator who used double swords, each of his attacks capable of making the surrounding air boil.

The second was a water and fist cultivator.

Soon, an elder announced the start of the battle and dozens of blows were exchanged in a single moment, water vapor taking over the arena as they fought.

The battle ended after exactly fifty exchanges, with a water fist hitting the fire cultivator’s chest and sending him flying backwards.

After that, a few hundred battles followed until it was finally Qingyi’s turn.

His opponent was a cultivator of the sixth stage of the crystalline core realm with a lightning spirit root.

As a disciple of a minor sect, his name was unknown and his prestige non-existent.

But he still had a confident smile on his face as he stared at Qingyi.

”You can call this one Young Master Yu. Please, junior, don’t be offended that this one isn’t kind.”

Young Master Yu grinned at Qingyi as his sword slid out of its scabbard with a sharp hiss, immediately seized by a powerful thunderous aura.

He was the most powerful disciple in his sect and even if his sect wasn’t comparable to the Eternal River Sect, he still had the confidence to easily defeat someone with a cultivation so much lower than his own.

Why would the Eternal River Sect send someone of such low cultivation to such a place? He didn’t know, nor did he care.

Only victory mattered.

”I won’t be offended, Young Master Yu, don’t worry about it.” Qingyi returned the confident smile as he drew the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword.

It wasn’t nice to be looked down on by someone so weak, but he didn’t even think much of it.

Young Master Yu would have to swallow all that unfounded arrogance one way or another.

The moment the elder gave the order, they both moved forward.

The air around them exploded and the ground shook, torn apart by the thunder of both of them as their bodies closed the distance of hundreds of meters in just a single second.

When their swords met, a shockwave echoed and Young Master Yu’s face filled with terror.

Qingyi’s sword seemed to sink into his as if it were made of butter, the molten steel tip falling to the ground with a loud clang.

That sword was his sect’s greatest treasure, a gift from the sect leader himself for Yu to demonstrate his power.

But against Qingyi’s, it looked just like a toy sword.

Young master Yu barely had time to react as Qingyi’s boots met his shocked face.