Qingyi accepted the mission, signed a few documents, and set off immediately, a look of excitement spreading across his face as he strode through the sect.

He had taken on this mission for two simple reasons: it seemed quick, and he wanted to test his body’s power against an enemy of far higher cultivation.

After this task, he’d already decided to take on low-level missions and burn through them as quickly as possible, just to hit the goal of ten completed quests.

After all, there wasn’t much time left until the selection of Rouxi’s adopted son or daughter.

With a long sigh, Qingyi left the mission hall, stepping out into a wide, open courtyard before summoning the Dragon’s Pride from the mind world.

The elegant ship revealed itself before him, immaculately maintained, its polished hull catching the sunlight in clean gleams.

Stepping inside, he started the Qi engines, which roared to life as blue flames licked along their cores.

The ship soared into the sky, its nose pointing upward, and with a sudden burst of acceleration, it became little more than a blur.

Qingyi didn’t bother controlling the speed, pushing it to the maximum and reaching twenty times the speed of sound before he’d even broken through the atmosphere.

In just a few moments, he was already tearing through the void of space.

His eyes fell on the scroll he had received, the one containing the tracking coordinates of the traitorous captain.

"Hm... how do I use this thing?" he wondered aloud, waving his hand so that a small console materialized beside his seat.

He was a little confused, but luckily, he had his beautiful wife Ruxue, that sassy little spirit, always by his side.

Soon, his lap was blessed by the familiar weight of a full, perfect ass, the soft, heavy globes settling against his thighs with a pronounced bounce.

His hands rose naturally to claim a large pair of pale tits, the creamy flesh cool and silken beneath his palms, the heavy mounds wobbling gently against his fingers with every breath Ruxue drew as she snuggled back against him.

"Missing me already? You naughty womanizer~" Ruxue purred, leaning over Qingyi and planting a soft kiss on his lips.

He gave her breasts a light squeeze, his fingers sinking deep into the plush softness, each tit spilling lewdly between his digits as a sweet moan escaped her purple lips.

With a mischievous giggle, Ruxue picked up the scroll and focused her eyes on the console.

A few clicks later, the ship’s tracking system aligned with the codes contained within, tapping into a Qi network that spread across the entire celestial sky.

It could detect anyone who carried the correct spiritual arrays embedded in their body.

It was truly very useful for finding traitors, even though most cultivators wouldn’t allow such arrays to be placed in their bodies, and even fewer would betray their sect if they had them.

Watching the map appear before him, Qingyi grinned and brought his palm down in a firm slap across Ruxue’s round bottom.

The impact landed with a sharp crack that echoed through the cabin, the plump flesh flattening beneath his hand before rebounding in a lewd, shivering ripple that traveled up through both cheeks.

A rosy handprint bloomed across her pale skin as she gasped, but he sealed her lips in a passionate kiss before she could voice any protest.

"What would become of me without you?" he smiled, drawing a sensual purr from Ruxue as she squirmed in his lap.

Her plump ass ground down in slow, teasing circles, the soft cheeks kneading against the bulge on his pants as her weight shifted from one side to the other in seductive rolls.

Her knees pressed against the armrests of Qingyi’s seat as she leaned in further.

With her enormous pale breasts aligned perfectly with his face, she embraced him and pulled him forward, his cheeks sinking into the deep, warm valley of her cleavage.

The massive tits parted around his head and swallowed him whole, the silken mounds pressing close around his ears while their buttery softness molded to every contour of his face.

"Considering how addicted you are to my tits, I think you’d die of withdrawal before you even reached the Golden Core realm, even if you’d never touched them first, fufufu~"

She giggled, massaging his black hair with delicate fingers.

The two remained like this for a while longer, letting autopilot guide the Dragon’s Pride while they traded lazy caresses.

Unfortunately, nothing lasts forever.

A few hours later, they arrived at a rocky, cold, remote planet, and Qingyi finally had to reluctantly peel himself away from the soft embrace of Ruxue’s breasts.

With a final kiss, he sent her back to the mental world and took control of his ship, which now drifted a few dozen kilometers above the lower atmosphere of the red planet before him.

Though it looked like any other desert world, this place endured temperatures of minus fifty degrees even at midday, and the nights plunged far colder still.

Qingyi guided the Dragon’s Pride as it broke through the planet’s thin atmosphere. On the console beside him, the map shifted, a red dot pulsing to mark the exact location of his target.

Activating his draconic eyes and keeping a high altitude, he swept his gaze across the entire world below until something finally caught his attention: a ship.

It was clearly wrecked, half buried in a crater from a hard landing.

Beside it, a cave exuded an intense Qi, likely the hideout of the expert he hunted.

Qingyi didn’t hesitate to send the Dragon’s Pride back into the mind world, and soon he hovered alone in the skies, his focus locked on that distant point.

With a slight thrust, he tore through space and reappeared directly above the cave and the damaged ship.

He knew the cargo he sought lay inside the wreckage, but for now, he ignored it, his eyes fixed on the cave.

With light steps, he entered, walking down a corridor that sloped gently for several dozen meters.

"Who’s there?!"

A roar echoed off the walls as Qingyi arrived in a vast chamber, every surface scored with sword marks.

The walls looked as though they’d been torn apart by frenzied blades, deep gouges slashing through the rock in every direction.

The owner of that voice was a tall, shirtless man, his eyes consumed by a mad light that glowed a sickly blood-red.

His beard was unkempt and shaggy, his long hair matted and filthy.

"Ah... they found me! They found me!" he shouted upon seeing Qingyi’s robes. But soon he sensed Qingyi’s cultivation, and a smile twisted his lips, his stained teeth gleaming in the dim light.

"You’re dead, brat! Dead! Hahahahaha!"

The madman didn’t bother with conversation, roaring and cackling nonstop, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth.

The blade in his hand cleaved through the air at an absurd speed.

His cultivation at the Celestial Origin Realm erupted against Qingyi, dust raining down from the ceiling in choking veils as Qingyi immediately defended himself.