The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System - Chapter 621 Sweet revenge
Chapter 621 Sweet revenge
Qingyi had long since forgotten how long it had been since the last time he’d been this angry.
The death of Meilin’s grandfather had undoubtedly been the moment in his life when he’d been most overcome by rage, but this wasn’t the same kind of anger.
The anger he felt now was pure annoyance, as if an irritating child were screaming directly into his ear, nonstop.
His clothes were soaked with a burning liquid, and his skin stung even beneath the black scales covering it.
“I’ve had enough of this bullshit,” Qingyi growled, unleashing his bloodline.
That secret realm hadn’t been built by just anyone, yet it was still a secret realm designed for experts of the astral blood realm.
The bloodline of the Dragon God of Corruption, even though it was extremely weakened compared to what it had been at its peak in the celestial heavens, was still the bloodline of the Dragon God of Corruption.
The moment a massive dragon materialized on Qingyi’s back and its roar echoed off the corridor walls, the surrounding arrays
immediately went into defense mode, shutting down to avoid collapsing under the bloodline suppression.
He could, of course, spend hours there scheming and planning, searching for the right way to pass that test.
But he wasn’t that kind of guy.
He was a black dragon, powerful and arrogant.
If there was no door, he would make one. If he had no sword, he would rip his enemies’ throats out with his own claws.
Long ago, Qingyi had accepted that he was, in fact, no longer human. Coming to his senses, he looked around.
Immediately, he understood why the failure rate in that secret realm was so high.
The corridor stretched for over two hundred meters, every step filled with traps, with arrays that prevented anyone from flying.
“It’s probably a secret realm created for a specific lineage. It’s not meant to be overcome; in reality, it’s full of traps like this to kill anyone who isn’t from the correct lineage.” Ruxue’s voice echoed in Qingyi’s mind.
“Ah… that makes sense… what would this dumb little husband be without his cute spirit wife to save the day?” Qingyi chuckled.
He was so angry, but just hearing Ruxue’s voice was enough for all his rage to dissolve like smoke.
He wanted to be buried between her boobs right now, but first, the mission.
With quick steps, he reached the end of the corridor, where a large steel door awaited him.
Fortunately, it was just an ordinary steel door, without any kind of stupid array.
Pressing his hands against the cold, rusty surface, Qingyi pushed, and the sound of ancient locks shifting echoed throughout the hallway.
The first room had been a way to weed out the unworthy, killing anyone who wasn’t of the correct lineage.
The second room, however, seemed to be, in fact, a test.
It was a vast, white room, perhaps ten thousand square meters by Qingyi’s estimate.
The air inside was different, dense and stagnant.
The arrays surrounding it were far more powerful than those in the corridor, focused entirely on defending the walls, ceiling, and floor, like those used in arenas where powerful cultivators fought.
Besides Qingyi himself, there was only one thing in the room: something resembling a silver teardrop, floating right in the center, a few meters above the floor.
When he took a step forward, the teardrop moved strangely, slowly twisting until it finally took shape.
An old man, with deep-set eyes and a long, white beard.
The moment he saw that man, Qingyi shuddered.
It was his former master.
Was that tear some kind of mimic? Did it have the ability to read his memories?
[Any mental attack capable of reading your memories would be immediately detected. It must be an array capable of reading your past destiny.]
Qingyi nodded at the system’s response.
Reading someone’s destiny and future was dangerous, but reading
their past destiny, especially to learn a person’s origins, was much
simpler.
Whatever that tear was, it had read Qingyi’s past and used the
information it had about his master to recreate him.
An array that used memories of lost loved ones to deceive challengers.
Qingyi couldn’t help but laugh at that thought.
Of all people, that array had chosen his old master.
Perhaps if it had been Meilin’s grandfather or one of his wives, he might have hesitated, but despite having plenty of respect for that damned old man, there was no real affection in that respect.
“My disciple…” The old man opened his mouth, his voice identical to the one Qingyi remembered. “Why did you betray me? Why did you abandon my path and embrace this profane lineage?”
He took a step forward, tears filling his eyes.
Qingyi didn’t answer, letting him approach while he felt hundreds of malicious Qis trying to invade his mental fortress like rusty needles
pressing against a shield.
That was a soul attack.
When the old man opened his arms, Qingyi opened his as well, an
emotional expression taking over his face.
“Return to the path of light, seal this lineage, and renounce its impure
origins!”
The old man stopped before him, and in the moment before the embrace, something changed on his face.
A wicked smile appeared, followed by a powerful killing intent that
filled the air.
The old man’s hands transformed into sharp blades, and he attacked
with a powerful Qi, ready to decapitate the young man before him.
To his surprise, however, Qingyi had already reacted, drawing the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword and, with a slash that cut at an odd angle, severed both arms from the torso.
The sound was dry, followed by the dull thud of the limbs falling onto
the white floor.
“That was for the time you tried to castrate me, you old son of a
bitch!” Qingyi roared, his voice laden with a vengeance he had waited
far too long for.
Soon after, he kicked, and his foot sank into the old man’s groin with a force that would make any real man double over.
That silver tear perfectly mimicked the creature it copied, and that included the flaws.
The old man fell to the floor, clutching his own broken little eggs as he screamed in pain.
