The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System - Chapter 649 - A perfect test subject

Chapter 649 – A perfect test subject

[Name: Long Qingyi

Age: 23

Cultivation: First Stage of the Celestial Ascension Realm (30 G Lust Points to upgrade)

Mana Manipulation: Fourteenth Ring (100 G Lust Points to upgrade)

Affinities: Lightning: 9500 – Sword: 9500 – Fire: 9500 – Ice: 9500 – Space: 9500 – Light: 9500 – Shadow: 9500 – Charm: 6000 (can be upgraded in the Lust Store)

Spiritual Roots: Origin-level Primordial Creation Seed Spirit Root (Lightning, Sword, Fire, Ice, Space, Light, Shadow) (100 G Lust Points to upgrade).

Spiritual Roots2: None/Origin-level Primordial Creation Seed Mana Heart (100 G Lust Points to upgrade).

Lineage: Blood of the Corruption Dragon God (Origin grade, 250 G Lust Points to upgrade.)

Constitution: Primordial Dragon Body (Origin grade, 250 G Lust Points to upgrade.)

G Lust Points: 282.7]

“Ah…” A long sigh escaped Qingyi’s lips as he let his body relax.

His eyes scanned the status screen, and a satisfied smile spread across his face.

He was far more powerful than before. His affinities alone were likely superior to even cultivators two full realms above him.

It might seem like a small thing, but affinity meant control over Qi. With extremely efficient usage and massive reserves, unless he threw his most devastating techniques around like a madman or found

himself trapped in a truly bitter fight, he would rarely run out of Qi.

Combined with the improvements to his bloodline and constitution, the overall gain was immense.

Tianhao likely possessed both a bloodline and constitution at the Eternal Grade, which meant only a single grade separated them now.

Cracking his back with a satisfying pop, Qingyi smiled and left the

room.

That was the last day of the journey to the Cosmic Void Sect.

Rou’er, who hadn’t left his side for the entire trip despite them not having had that much oral sex, finally had to surrender to her duties as the sect’s princess.

At this very moment, she stood in the ship’s control cabin, her bright eyes shining as she watched the sect grow larger through the massive front window.

The instant Qingyi stepped through the door, her excitement doubled. She spun on her heel and launched herself at him, throwing her arms around his neck in a tight hug.

“Oh… big brother Qingyi, the elder told me that Guo Tianhao has a brother in the Cosmic Void Sect!”

She pulled back just enough to look up at him.

“He’ll probably try to use his soul cultivation to humiliate you, so don’t

fall into that filthy cuckold’s traps, okay?”

Her expression shifted, a mischievous glint sparking in her eyes.

“If he has a wife, you have my permission to steal her!”

Qingyi burst out laughing.

Even the elder standing beside them couldn’t help but crack a smile. Permission to steal another man’s wife… what kind of talk was that? Well… Young Master Guo’s younger brother did indeed have a fiancee.

The daughter of a high-ranking elder of the sect and one of the three great beauties of the northern region of the Celestial Sky.

The other two, surprisingly, were both from the Cosmic Dawn Sect: Rou’er, and of course, Ma Zhenwu’s granddaughter.

The latter was no longer in the region, having moved to a sect in the central territories. Even so, she hadn’t lost her place among the three.

The young maiden of the Cosmic Void Sect was a prodigious talent, an incomparable soul cultivator. Obviously, she wouldn’t pay attention to someone like Qingyi… right?

The price the Guo family had paid just for the marriage arrangement with a woman of that caliber was enough to make the elder’s heart

drop.

He shook his head and pushed the thought away.

She would also be participating in the competition, so they would all meet soon enough.

Qingyi simply accepted Rou’er’s embrace, letting her cling to him while his gaze drifted to the sect ahead.

The Cosmic Void Sect did not sit on a planet. It existed on a mobile cosmic platform, vast enough to support a population of five billion within a structure that stretched for thousands of kilometers across

ten floors.

This platform served as both habitation and divine artifact of incomparable grade, capable of unleashing devastating attacks on its

own.

The sect itself occupied the highest floor, nestled within a region of breathable atmosphere sustained by powerful spiritual arrays.

It was a place unlike any other.

Gigantic purple pavilions rose among trees of every color, and

towering above them all, a single colossal tree with pink, red, and purple leaves. It was no less magnificent than the Tree of Life in the

immortal heavens.

The sect leader’s palace, seated at the very center, was impossible to ignore. It dwarfed the palace of the Cosmic Dawn Sect leader, even though the two sects held roughly equivalent power.

Then again, unlike the Cosmic Dawn Sect, which was severely lacking

in talent, the Cosmic Void Sect stood at its peak, drawing in one

prodigy after another.

The Cosmic Dawn Sect’s fleet had to wait several minutes before receiving clearance to land.

With the landing zones packed by visitors from countless sects, only

one ship at a time was allowed through. All others had to hold

position alongside the escort fleets of the other major sects.

It was standard procedure, so they followed it without complaint.

The transport ship touched down in a secluded corner, and soon Qingyi disembarked with Rou’er clinging to his arm and the elder leading the way ahead.

It didn’t take even a minute before he stopped.

A tyrannical, arrogant aura crashed down on him, pressing against his body with full force.

Qingyi should have turned pale under that kind of pressure. Anyone

at his realm would have.

But he didn’t feel a shred of fear.

His eyes gleamed, and his lips curled into a broad smile.

In his last cultivation session, he had completed the Tempest Monarch’s sword art, and the technique had changed dramatically.

Its separate forms had merged into a single one that simultaneously encompassed them all. An art that could flow through any movement, free from the constraints of a rigid dance.

He had been eager to test it since the moment he acquired it, but the

journey offered no opportunity.

Now, though? This was perfect.

“So you’re the one who stole my older brother’s wife?” An irritated

voice cut through the air, and Qingyi’s smile stretched even wider.

Yes. A perfect test subject.