The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System - Chapter 604 Little ice flower
Chapter 604 Little ice flower
The day at the Celestial Fairy Pavilion, as always, began early.
The outer disciples assigned to production gathered, for the most part, in the many pavilions dedicated to forging, spiritual cultivation, and alchemy, clustering around the masters who would make them the economic foundation of the sect.
Meanwhile, the combat disciples, numbering about thirty percent of the total, gathered in the many battle palaces, preparing for their first lessons with the instructors assigned to them.
In total, there were a few hundred young people for each battle palace.
Qingyi, along with Chen Wei and Peng Tao, were assigned to the Fighting Soul Palace, one of the wealthiest and most prestigious among the more than twenty battle palaces of the Celestial Fairy Pavilion.
Their primary instructor was an elderly retired warrior in the Cosmic Dominion realm.
If he took one more step, he could become a sect elder and live out the rest of his life without worrying about anything else.
With tired eyes and an easy smile, he waited in the center of a huge arena, watching young person after young person join the group.
In total, about three hundred and fifty.
A good number, especially since these classes were not mandatory.
The disciples could follow the sect’s instructors, but often they simply preferred to go their own way and cultivate on their own.
A choice the elder deemed foolish for most, but he tried not to show
it.
After all, only those who forged their own path could reach
unimaginable heights.
How many disciples were capable of surpassing their masters? Few. Almost none.
A great cultivator forged his own path, and with each one who walked it, his arts were lost.
Sometimes they fell completely into oblivion. Sometimes they were inherited by a young man whose talent was beyond the control of fate.
These were the most interesting times, for a new path was forged over the old one, and what was lost was not recovered, but recreated in the image of its new master.
“I wonder if any of them are worth it…” The old man sighed.
His name was Cangyun, but his friends usually called him simply Old Cang.
His eyes swept over each of the young men and women seeking wisdom and glory.
There was even a black dragon among them, a sight that brought satisfaction to the elder.
He had served as an instructor in the Cosmic Dawn Sect for over ten thousand years, but he had only had the chance to train dragons three times.
All three had left a deep impression on him.
“I am Cangyun.” Old Cang declared, already certain that everyone who would participate in that selection had arrived.
No one would dare be late for one of his classes, one way or another.
And those who were late would not dare show up and interrupt the class.
After all, unlike the palace mistress, Old Cang did not view those
youths as his children and, if necessary, would punish them with all the severity he was permitted.
“From now on, I will be your instructor. We will have classes starting at this same time every morning and lasting until dusk.
You will learn from me the most advanced principles of Qi control, the application of its laws, and, above all, the refinement of your battle arts.
Those competent enough may even receive a letter of
recommendation from me, but that is no easy feat.”
No one made a single sound while Old Cang spoke, moving from what
he would teach that day to ramblings about martial arts until, before they knew it, he was already recounting stories of his most glorious past battles.
Few there were interested in listening, but they remained quiet, paying attention to everything.
What if it was a trick, and afterwards, he was going to ask questions
to see who was paying attention?
Only after an hour did Old Cang finally stop, realizing he looked more like a senile old man than an instructor.
Clearing his throat, he motioned for the young people to relax.
“Before beginning the teachings, I’d like to test the martial strength of a few of you. Just a few short friendly duels,” Old Cang said, his eyes sweeping over everyone present until, among them, one stood up. Handsome, with sharp eyes and an arrogant expression.
“Instructor Cangyun, please allow me to participate in the first match! I wish to fight Long Qingyi and wipe away the shame he put me
through!” Young Master Luo declared.
He had advanced to the Astral Blood Realm the night before, just as he had promised.
Such an advancement brought great shock and even a little fear to Chen Wei, but Qingyi, at his side, couldn’t have been more relaxed.
He had just emptied his balls into a goddess’s mouth a few minutes before coming to this place.
How could he let an ant like Young Master Luo steal his peace?
“Oh… and what shame did he put you through?” Old Cang asked, scratching his well-groomed beard.
Young Master Luo opened his mouth with contempt and arrogance, but soon faltered.
Well… exactly when had Qingyi put him through any shame?
He wanted to defeat him to dash Chen Wei’s hopes, not because they
had personal issues.
Flush with anger, Young Master Luo searched his mind for something.
“He… he… he interfered in my family’s affairs!”
“Affairs that are none of the sect’s business.” The old man shook his
head, lifting his gaze to Qingyi.
The handsome young man thought for a moment before standing up
as well.
“Please, Elder. I fear that if Young Master Luo is not granted this
match, his fragile martial spirit will break. As an instructor, that must be a terrible thing for you as well, to lose such a young talent to his
delicate ego…
‘Fragile martial spirit? Delicate ego?’ Young Master Luo was about to
explode, already seething with rage.
This had become personal.
“Hm… indeed, young people these days are too delicate to handle this
sort of failure… I should give this little ice flower a chance.” Being called an ice flower by his own instructor was the final straw
for Young Master Luo.
Hundreds of bursts of laughter echoed around him, and he grabbed
his sword.
‘Long Qingy… you son of a bitch… in the name of Young Master Guo, I’m going to slit your throat!’
