The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System - Chapter 690 - He was the danger.

At the Celestial Fairy Palace, the residence of the Celestial Fairy Pavilion’s master, hundreds of disciples had gathered.

They were all there with a single goal: to become Rouxi’s adopted child.

Among them were twenty young prodigies from the Celestial Origin Realm, figures who immediately caught the attention of everyone present.

Still, despite their impressive showing, none of them were automatically considered the winners of this competition.

The reason was simple. Long Qingyi.

The Dragon of the Divine Fist.

The Great Collector of Beauties.

The best friend of Bai Hu Lie, the feared white tiger.

His titles were formidable and his fame unmatched.

Within the sect, his name had already completely overshadowed Guo Tianhao’s fame, and even the elders treated him with respect.

The nearly five hundred competitors took their places in the center of a massive marble platform, right in front of the Rouxi Palace. They exchanged glances that conveyed exactly the same thought.

If Qingyi were allowed to participate freely, none of them would stand a chance.

They had to eliminate him right in the combat test, no matter the cost.

They still weren’t sure exactly how the fight would unfold, so all they could do was devise a plan to wear him down as much as possible.

As quiet murmurs drifted across the gigantic marble platform, a figure appeared on the horizon.

His steps were smooth and steady, and his eyes, unlike those of everyone else there, looked upward naturally.

Everyone knew that Rouxi was watching them from her palace, and every disciple could feel her terrifying aura pressing down upon the platform.

But no one dared lift their head and admire her beauty.

The only exception was Qingyi.

There, atop a balcony, lying on her side upon a cloud-like flying artifact that molded to every curve of her voluptuous body, was Rouxi.

Her long green hair was carefully tied back, and a dress of matching hue clung to her figure.

The silk wrapped around a slender waist that flared outward into prominent hips and shapely thighs, the fabric pulled taut over the rounded swell of her upper hip and tracing the full curve of her ass.

The tight neckline sank deep into the creamy skin of her ample breasts, the twin mounds pressed together into a deep, shadowed cleavage that would drive any man with less control over his inner member mad.

“Greetings, Mistress of the Pavilion.” Qingyi finally spoke, bowing as he clasped his fists. “You are even more beautiful today.”

The moment his voice echoed across the platform, everyone turned their eyes to him as if he were crazy.

Didn’t he know of Rouxi’s reputation?

Did he want to die?

Once, a disciple had merely whispered about the size of her breasts, and she had crippled him with a single glance.

To everyone’s surprise, Rouxi didn’t react with anger, nor did she seem annoyed in the slightest. Quite the opposite.

Her lips curved sweetly, and her eyes filled with warmth.

The hand resting on the soft swell of her hip slid lazily upward as she leaned forward, and the sheer weight of her breasts pressed hard against the green silk.

The fabric sank into the deep valley between them as the twin mounds squished together, bulging outward in a soft, heavy surge of pale flesh.

“I must say the same of you, little dragon. Truly, you haven’t disappointed me, fufufu~♡”

Rouxi let out a sweet, soft giggle, her mature voice echoing throughout the pavilion and making many a heart race.

“Rou’er has told me so much about you. Please, do your best.”

She eased back against the seat, and the motion sent a slow, rolling wave through her massive bosom. The twin mounds wobbled heavily beneath the straining silk, bouncing softly against one another with a plush, muffled weight.

Those words filled the eyes of many who had still been uncertain about joining forces against Qingyi with determination, and even a hint of murderous intent.

This was no longer such a simple matter.

Qingyi truly would have to fall at any cost.

Everyone there knew his reputation, and now, realizing that the pavilion mistress already harbored a certain level of affection for him, they understood they would need to take him down first.

It was cowardly, but five hundred of them together should be enough.

In the end, every disciple wanted the glory and resources that came with the position of adopted child of a stellar sovereign.

After a moment of silent contemplation, Rouxi finally parted her full, red lips.

“Many of you must be wondering what the selection process will be like, what tests you’ll have to pass, and how you can prove you’re worthy,” she said. “I neither want nor have time for complex and useless tests.”

Many nodded in understanding.

She was known, above all, for truly not caring about complexities, preferring instead simpler, more direct methods, like an honest exchange of punches.

For all her grace, sensuality, and care for her disciples, she was also the embodiment of the saying that if violence isn’t enough, you simply aren’t using enough violence.

That was what made her so feared compared to the sect’s other stellar sovereigns.

With a soft sigh, Rouxi continued.

“You must fight. Now. This platform is already surrounded by all the arrays necessary for combat. Only one of you will remain, and that one will be my son, the main disciple of my pavilion, and he will receive every resource at my disposal.”

As her voice trailed off, excited glances flashed among the strongest disciples, mingled with more complex expressions on the others.

Fight now? What did she mean?

Were they simply supposed to turn on each other and start trading punches right here?

“Pavilion Master.” One of the most talented disciples stepped forward. “Will the selection be a mass brawl among all of us?”

Rouxi gave a slight nod of confirmation.

With that simple gesture, every eye on the platform snapped to Qingyi.

He was the danger. The greatest of dangers.

Hundreds of murderous intentions surged at once, all converging on a single man.

He didn’t flinch. A gentle smile even lingered on his face as he surveyed his opponents.

So this is how it would be, is it?

Despite the smile on his lips, his eyes were filled with a deep coldness.