The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System
Chapter 32 - I’m dead

Chapter 32: 32 - I’m dead

Qingyi exchanged glances with the beautiful woman for a brief moment before observing her status.

[Name: Tang Biyue

Age: 245

Corruption: 0/100

Chastity: Intact

Lust: 0%

Talent: Great genius

Reward: Incalculable.

Cultivation: Third stage of the rebirth realm.

Spiritual roots: Mid-level poison root.

Bloodline: Emerald Abyss Winged Serpent Bloodline (Rank: Legendary)

Constitution: Body of a thousand poisons (Rank: Legendary)

Traits: Loyal, Intelligent, Master of poisons, repressed desires].

Qingyi’s eyes fell when he saw that status screen. His heart raced, but he tried to remain calm, his eyes scanning the whole thing with shock.

While reading some of the Sect’s history books, he discovered that the mortal sky had nine realms of cultivation.

Qi Refinement Realm, Foundation Realm, Golden Core Realm, Iron Body Realm, Burning Blood Realm, Crystalline Core Realm, Nascent Soul Realm, Rebirth Realm and finally, the Transcendence Realm.

There were no cultivators above the Burning Blood Realm in the outer regions of the Blue Moon Continent. They usually went to the Nine Peaks Basin as soon as they reached the Crystalline Core Realm, since advancing further in the outer region was impossible.

This meant that she was from the nine peaks basin, and not only that - she was one of the most powerful cultivators in that region.

When that thought crossed his mind, he lowered his head, feeling his whole body shudder. What on earth was such a powerful cultivator doing at the end of the world, next to a pig like Lord Fang?

"Oh... that’s my daughter! Fang Meili," smiled Lord Fang, patting the woman on the shoulder.

’Daughter? What the hell is this bastard talking about? This woman must be at least three times his age!’ Qingyi thought, but his eyes soon fell on his companions.

They had calm gazes, in fact, even a little nauseous, as if looking at that girl’s face was torture. Those were not the eyes of someone who had just seen such a heavenly beauty.

’Calm down... there must be an explanation for this, perhaps an artifact of illusion? She’s a poison master, so that could be it... but how can I see her real form?’ Qingyi closed his eyes for a moment, but when he opened them again, he saw her eyes focused on him.

"It’s a pleasure to meet such talented young cultivators, I hope you’ll look after me when I get to the Sect." She smiled as she bowed to them, the voice Qingyi heard was not that of a beautiful, delicate woman.

It was a deep, husky, almost masculine voice.

’No chance, this has to be some kind of illusion artifact... my draconic eyes should be able to see through it.’

"In the Sect?" Lei Feng raised an eyebrow.

"Exactly, my dear daughter reached the seventh stage of Qi refinement at the age of sixteen. I’m going to use my only Sect recommendation token on her and I’d like you to escort her there." Lord Fang grinned, leading them into his mansion.

Soon, the four found themselves alone in a room, Lord Fang disappearing with his daughter.

"Haven’t you seen anything strange about that girl?" Qingyi asked.

"Yes, I’d heard rumors that she was ugly, but damn, that whale is almost as disgusting as her father," Lei Feng shuddered. Everyone else also had similar opinions. Qingyi seemed to be the only one there who saw her true beauty.

Sighing, the handsome young man just decided to erase it from his mind. Pretending to be a fool was the best he could do if he didn’t want to end up dead right there.

After a few moments, servants appeared, taking the group to their rooms.

Taking off his bloody clothes and throwing them into a corner, Qingyi looked around. It was a large, luxurious room, with a bed spacious enough to fit five people.

Shaking his head, he entered the bathroom, where a tub of steaming water was already waiting for him.

He sat down with a tired grunt, feeling the hot water wash the blood from his body. The sensation was pleasant, the warmth relaxing his tense muscles after the long journey.

The next moment, he heard light footsteps approaching him. He thought it was a servant bringing him new clothes and washing his back, but when he turned his head, he saw a heavenly beauty with black hair and eyes.

She watched him for a brief moment, her eyes scanning Qingyi’s body doubtfully as she approached, her long black hair swaying gently with each step.

"Miss Ta- I mean, Miss Meili? I don’t think you being here is appropriate..." He hastily corrected himself, looking away.

"What do you mean? Dad only asked me to see if everything was all right."

She smiled gently, her eyes taking on a slightly more serious expression as she asked.

"So Young Master Qingyi, I quite like your eyes..." She crouched beside his bathtub, her eyes studying Qingyi’s face.

’She suspects something!’ Qingyi understood immediately.

With all the strength of determination he possessed, he kept a calm gaze, and when she brought her hands close to him, he pulled away, almost as if nauseated.

A look of surprise appeared on the beauty’s delicate face as Qingyi grabbed a towel, covering his body under the tub before standing up.

"I don’t mean to offend you, Miss Meili. I thank you very much for your compliment, but I’m not interested in you."

"Uh?" Tang Biyue turned her head in confusion.

What was wrong with his reaction? Was she wrong?

Qingyi ignored her reaction, stepping out of the tub, but regretted it the next moment. His trembling feet touched a wet, smooth floor, slipping immediately.

’I’m dead...’ He repeated in his mind as he realized where his body was falling. He tried to activate the lightning steps, but it was too late.

"Mmhh~!" A soft moan entered his ears like a heavenly symphony, certainly not from the disgusting voice he had heard when that woman had first spoken.

He felt his face surrounded by an incomparable softness as he sank fully into her colossal breasts.

His hands instinctively reached forward, falling on the part of her breasts that his face didn’t cover. The pale, perfect skin spread between his fingers as they sank into that creamy softness.

Nghn~..." another muffled moan escaped Tang Biyue’s lips, the sound resounding off the bathroom walls.

’I’m so fucking dead!’ Qingyi’s face finally showed a hint of despair.