The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System - Chapter 622 Screw the Yan family too
Chapter 622 Screw the Yan family too
“An array that mimics a loved one to inflict psychological damage on a cultivator. Quite a bitch of an array.”
Qingyi growled, stomping on the old man’s head and finishing him off with a sharp blow.
If it had been anyone else, it would have been practically impossible to make it through the first array alive and then, with depleted Qi and a weary mind, deal with that silver tear.
Unfortunately for whoever had built that array, Qingyi was not just anyone.
He was the natural enemy of arrays that were not meant to be broken by brute force.
He was the master of breaking arrays by brute force.
The tear crumbled beneath his feet, turning into fine ash that vanished silently into the air.
Ignoring the residue, Qingyi walked to another door at the far end of that enormous hall.
This one was different. Golden, imposing, covered in characters engraved across its entire surface.
With a focused gaze, Qingyi read.
“By passing through the corridor of a thousand deaths, you have proven that your lineage is worthy and pure.
By standing face to face with the one you loved most, you have proven that your heart is resolute.
By killing the one you loved most, you have proven that your will is ruthless.
By leaving the one you loved most behind and moving forward, you have proven that your mind is clear.
The Yan family still has hope for the future.”
The moment Qingyi finished reading, a loud metallic click echoed through the room, as if a heavy bolt had been released after centuries of waiting.
The golden door slowly opened, revealing its interior.
It was a chamber carved into the living rock, with a small red pavilion at its center, resting upon black stones and surrounded by a stream that glowed with a life.
Celestial spirit crystals illuminated everything around them with a soft, blue light.
Weapons, armor, sets of clothing, and rare alchemy materials. Items that would be rare even to stellar sovereigns completely filled the pavilion, each exuding a silent, refined aura.
But none of this caught Qingyi’s attention more than what rested on a podium in the center of the pavilion: a greenish elixir and, beside it, an unassuming-looking talisman.
Just below, a few dozen books were piled up. Ancestral techniques of various kinds, none of which caught his attention.
“Young Yan… Future of our glorious family…”
A voice echoed from the depths of the pavilion, and an ethereal figure appeared before him with open arms.
It was a fragment of the will of an expert from the past, clearly someone who had attained the realm of the stellar sovereign in life.
It would not be wrong to call him a ghost whose soul had been bound
to that pavilion to welcome the heir of the secret realm.
“You have proven yourself a member of our family and passed the test of soul and heart; you are-“
The words died off suddenly.
The ghost stared at Qingyi, blinking.
“You’re not from the Yan family?”
“No.”
“But… how?”
“I used my bloodline to force those damned trap arrays to shut down. After that, it was pretty easy to get here.”
“Oh…”
There was an awkward silence.
“So… why don’t you leave?” the ghost asked, breaking the silence.
“This treasure is for the heir of the Yan family, to rebuild our glorious Empire. You’re not from the Yan family, so… Hey, are you listening to me?”
The ghost appeared in front of Qingyi, who had already begun storing all the items in the room into his spatial ring.
“Yes, I am,” Qingyi replied, glancing briefly at a beautiful sword before storing it.
That would sell well at an auction.
“Then why are you still taking the items? They belong to the Yan
family!” the ghost declared, indignant.
“Because it took me a bit of effort to get here, and because whoever made that damn trap room is, without a doubt, a son of a bitch.” Qingyi replied indifferently, stowing away another item without even looking at the ghost.
“And I’m stealing from you right in front of you right now. Do you really think I give a damn about your Yan family?”
There was no way to respond to that, and the ghost had no means of attack, so all he could do was watch in silence as his treasures
disappeared one by one.
The secret realm actually had a self-destruct system to prevent this
kind of situation, but it was only activated when an expert from a higher realm tried to break through the cultivation limit and force
their way in.
In this case, the self-destruct was merely a deterrent, a standard mechanism in all secret realms of this type.
In the end, the ghost could only watch with a defeated expression as
Qingyi took both the elixir and the talisman.
“What is this?” Qingyi asked, holding the talisman and examining it
with curiosity.
“It’s an attack talisman capable of killing even a celestial emperor with
a single strike…” The ghost sighed, already completely defeated.
“No chance.” Qingyi laughed.
A celestial emperor was the pinnacle of cultivation in the celestial
realm. How could there be an item capable of killing even such a being
with a single strike?
The smile on Qingyi’s face lasted only until he read the item’s
description using the system.
It was, indeed, a talisman capable of unleashing an attack powerful enough to kill an expert of the celestial emperor realm.
How the hell could such a thing exist here?
Qingyi didn’t know, but with a broad smile on his face, he stored it in
his space ring.
After being assaulted and brutally ignored, the ghost found himself alone in that silent chamber.
His eyes were distant, and his ethereal face bore a heavy expression,
like that of someone who finally realizes they’ve waited for nothing for
far too long.
“Well, I tried my best. Screw the Yan family too. I’ve been stuck here
for a million years for nothing…
With one last sigh, the ghost dissolved, finally allowing himself to
enter the wheel of reincarnation.
***
Outside, Old Ma waited anxiously for Qingyi’s return.
Unfortunately, that anxiety was answered sooner than he expected when the door of the golden pavilion opened.
“Ah… another failure…” the old man muttered, defeated.
He had truly held out hope this time, but seeing Qingyi emerge so
soon took away any remaining trace of it.
Every young person who had challenged that secret realm had always
met the same fate.
They emerged tired, exhausted, recounting a corridor of endless traps that quickly drained their Qi.
Even the most talented rarely took more than twenty steps before
becoming so desperate and drained that they were forced to retreat. But all of them, without exception, lasted at least a few hours.
If Qingyi had been able to traverse that secret realm so easily, the old man would personally promise his beautiful and talented granddaughter’s hand in marriage to that young man.
His granddaughter was the family’s treasure, a woman of transcendent beauty and talent who had been taken by an expert to train in the central regions of the celestial heavens, where even he
was but a mere speck.
The old man even made that promise to the heavens in a low, joking whisper, without even imagining how soon he would regret it.
