The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System-Chapter 71 - Are you sure?

"Ah..." The old woman sighed heavily as Hua Feiyan disappeared from her office.

Alone, an evil smile played across her face, her eyes focusing on Feiyan’s blood.

There was something powerful about it, the kind she had never experienced in centuries of cultivating divination arts.

She moved her aged fingers across her orb, the crimson liquid sticking to her pale skin.

Hesitating for a brief moment, she popped it into her mouth and her body shuddered.

Her face was overcome by a deep ecstasy as her body arched. How could such a taste exist?

Not even the most powerful experts who had ever offered their blood to her had such intense flavors.

It was powerful and pure, too pure for any mortal woman to possess.

"I..." The old woman’s lips slowly opened.

She wanted more, her eyes were filled with murderous intent and greed, but she held back.

From the depths of that blood, she felt something else, even purer than Feiyan’s blood.

Strangely, her body seemed incapable of breaking down and absorbing it, even with her cultivation of the Iron Body realm.

It was simply impossible.

"This... has something to do with that brat?" Her eyes twitched, remembering the figure she had shown Feiyan.

That was a common divination technique, which used strong feelings to briefly pick up on someone’s presence in the world.

High-level experts could easily foil these techniques, but cultivators like Qingyi, without any kind of protection, were a perfect target for divination masters.

"I wonder..." A sickening smile appeared on his wrinkled face, and a powerful golden Qi took over his crystal orb. "What will his fate be?"

Seeing someone’s fate was a dangerous technique for most divination masters; they only used it when very necessary.

But she ignored these risks.

Wealthy clients asked to see fate all the time. Once, she even saw the fate of a young boy who was destined to be a Rebirth Realm expert.

Yet all she suffered was a nosebleed.

What were the chances of that young man having a fate that came even close to that?

Calming her breathing, she focused on Feiyan’s blood.

"As I imagined..." she smiled, sensing two interlocking barriers. One of them was Feiyan’s fate, the other Qingyi’s.

Without hesitation, she forced her Qi onto the barrier.

As it was based on the target’s cultivation level, it wasn’t difficult to break through.

And then she saw Qingyi’s fate.

A star, purple, shining, above everything and everyone, beyond anything her mind could comprehend.

The pressure of the star immediately fell on the image she had formed of Qingyi’s fate. fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

Her eyes widened and she immediately tried to back away, but it was too late.

Her meridians shuddered as all the Qi she hadn’t used to break the barrier collapsed.

Her eyes were filled with an explosion of blood and her skin turned red.

She tried to struggle, to calm her energy, but nothing helped.

After a few more moments of suffering, her body collapsed onto the ground, her aura slowly disappearing.

***

"Uh?" Qingyi looked up, feeling a slight strangeness in his chest.

"Ah..." He sighed before shaking his head and circulating his Qi, calming his mind.

He had trained throughout the night, slowly perfecting the first two forms of the Tempest Monarch Sword Art.

He was still far from mastering them, but at least he had enough control for them to be useful in combat.

Qingyi stood up, hearing a soft knock on the door.

When he opened it, his vision immediately met a mature beauty with purple hair and gentle eyes.

Realizing that no one was looking, he grabbed her slender, delicate wrists, pulling her into an embrace.

"Nghn~~ Not now..." Elize pushed against his chest, but couldn’t resist.

"And why not?" He asked, his hands moving up from her delicate waist to her huge, soft twin mountains, feeling them give way under his fingers.

"S-sister Yueli... she’s waiting for you in the throne room..."

Hearing these words, Qingyi controlled himself, his hands returning to her waist before sinking his lips to hers.

"You’re even hotter today, you know that?" A subtle smile took over Qingyi’s face as their lips parted.

Elize didn’t reply, just sinking her face into Qingyi’s chest, accepting his embrace, her body warm against his.

"Sister Yueli is in a hurry, she still needs to go buy supplies in the village..." She murmured softly.

Elize just wanted to melt into Qingyi’s arms and stay there for the rest of eternity, but she knew she couldn’t, at least not yet.

After a few more moments of caressing, Qingyi finally sighed heavily before letting go of the purple-haired beauty.

His eyes held a bit of sorrow as he left his room and looked towards the large pavilion in the center of the temple.

He hadn’t yet entered the temple’s throne room and was quite curious. That place was different from all the rest of the temple; its construction wasn’t rustic and archaic.

On the contrary, its pillars were made of white marble surrounded by gold threads and its large double doors were a deep purple.

He raised his hand to knock on the doors, but it wasn’t necessary.

With a creak, they opened, revealing a luxurious interior, large enough to fit more than a hundred people.

The floor was covered in a carpet as soft as the most comfortable bed Qingyi had ever slept in, second only to Feiyan and Elize’s bosoms.

And then, far in the background, he could see Yueli’s delicate back, her beautiful blue eyes focused on a large throne that was more like the armchairs of Earth, covered in a cushion as soft as silk.

"Is everything all right?" Qingyi asked, a little uncertain.

"Yes..." Yueli lowered her head before standing up, her eyes meeting Qingyi’s.

"Your night seems to have been fruitful, congratulations on your breakthrough." Qingyi smiled, noticing that Yueli’s aura was much deeper.

She had advanced to the second stage of the foundation realm.

"Thank you, you also seem to have had some level of comprehension." Yueli returned his smile, but her expression soon turned serious.

"Young master Qingyi..." She spoke, hesitating for a single moment before continuing. "Are you sure you want to go after the lightning spirit?"

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