The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System

That had been one of the first times Qingyi had truly opened his heart to his women.

The two of them, their eyes brimming with tears, didn’t hesitate for a single second before forgiving him and showering him with tender kisses.

Not that there was anything to forgive him for, really.

They were simply happy to be by his side, and they knew, deep in their hearts, that soon he would stand above everything and everyone.

Soon, his life would be devoted entirely to loving them, raising their children, and cherishing every moment alongside the family they were destined to build together.

And so, for long moments, the three remained entwined, exchanging gentle caresses and kisses, their warm breaths mingling in an intimate rhythm.

Honestly, Qingyi didn’t intend to reveal them to the world until he had Long Tianjin’s protection.

When that day came, under the wing of the most powerful expert in the Celestial Heavens and with the assurance that the Heavenly Demon wouldn’t even be able to touch them, he would no longer need to hide them so much.

Obviously, he didn’t want them setting out on their own adventures through the Celestial Heavens; it was far too dangerous.

But at official banquets and within the territories of the Celestial Orthodox Martial Alliance, he knew no one would pose any risk to them.

In the end, Qingyi spent another hour there with the two of them before finally taking his leave, then heading off to find Qingxue, his former master.

He hadn’t seen her in a few days. Knowing her personality well, he could already imagine she wasn’t doing very well either.

***

In a relatively secluded part of the temple, inside a silent pavilion bathed in the golden light of late afternoon, a solitary beauty sat in quiet contemplation.

She was… stunning.

Her sky-blue eyes held a cold, distant expression, while strands of silver hair, a shade only slightly deeper than her porcelain skin, fell wildly across her delicate face, framing her aristocratic features with elegance.

From the curve of her oval chin, a small bead of sweat broke free, sliding slowly down the graceful arch of her neck before continuing its journey along her slender, curvaceous, and perfect body.

It traced a glistening path between the soft swell of her breasts and over the smooth dip of her toned belly, finally vanishing somewhere beneath the hem of her training robes.

If one were to speak purely in terms of the balance of curves, she was simply the most perfect among Qingyi’s wives.

She possessed the exact proportions to form a graceful, delicate figure of incomparable beauty, every soft curve and elegant line of her body seeming to have been carefully sculpted by divine hands.

This was Xu Qingxue, once Qingyi’s master, now his wife.

Like many of his other wives, she was a happy woman, despite her cool demeanor and reserved manner.

She lived her days in peace, training with her sword and perfecting her cultivation, free from any worry about resources or the passage of time.

If she wanted a real fight, there were beasts in the forest surrounding the temple, some already capable of offering her a decent battle.

If she preferred to relax a bit, she could train casually with her sisters, absorb the ancestral wisdom of the older wives like Auranys, or go help Elize gather ingredients for a delicious meal.

For a sword fanatic like her, Ruxue’s mental world was simply perfect.

There was just one problem.

With cold eyes, Qingxue looked down at the silver sword resting in her hands, the very one Yunfei and Yueli had worked together to forge especially for her.

It was a powerful sword, and considering that the two were still in the Astral Blood Realm, its relative level of quality was truly terrifying.

Still, for Qingxue and her powerful sword intent, even that was barely enough.

She focused her serene blue eyes, circulated her wind qi through her meridians, and advanced.

Her sword tore through the air at a terrifying speed, the blade whistling sharply as her body dissolved into a streak of silver, faster than the eye could follow.

By the time her swing finally came to a stop, she was already ten meters ahead.

A nearly invisible thread of Qi extended around her body, striking the protective arrays surrounding the arena at the same instant it sliced through the more than one hundred training dummies completely encircling her.

For a heartbeat, nothing moved. Then they all collapsed to the ground in perfect unison, falling apart in flawlessly symmetrical pieces.

It seemed like a weak attack, but only because, unlike Qingyi, Qingxue’s power was far more restrained.

While Qingyi would reduce an entire mountain to dust, Qingxue could split it cleanly in half with such precision that no one would ever notice the cut had been made.

That single strike had enough power to kill any cultivator below the peak of the Celestial Ascension Realm without the slightest trouble.

Qingxue flashed a gentle smile and took a step forward, only to freeze the very moment she tried to channel Qi into her sword.

A sharp crack cut through the silence of the pavilion. The blade shattered like a mirror struck by a stone, shimmering metal fragments plummeting to the floor.

Frustration filled Qingxue’s face. She gripped the remaining hilt tightly, her knuckles turning white under the pressure.

The metal gave way, warping between her delicate fingers. From within her clenched fist, a thin thread of crimson blood began to seep out, forming drops that dripped onto the floor.

“Stop that.”

A deep, warm voice echoed beside her, just as a strong, masculine hand wrapped around hers, gently forcing her to release the remains of the shattered sword.

“What are you doing, love? It’s just a broken blade, no big deal…” Qingyi murmured, kneeling before her with a worried expression as he gently pried Qingxue’s fingers apart to examine the wound still staining her palm.

With a heavy heart, he quickly bought a healing potion from the system shop, pouring the greenish liquid over his wife’s wounded hand.

The small wound vanished at the potion’s touch, leaving not even a scar behind and taking with it every last trace of blood.

Qingyi held her healed hand firmly, his thumb tracing gentle circles over her soft skin as he admired Qingxue’s beautiful expression.

“Ah… your shameless disciple has truly been incompetent… but don’t worry, Master… I will make it up to you.”