Read Novel Full Chapter 449 - Make us your only ambition.
Chapter 449: 449 - Make us your only ambition.
NT: Tomorrow’s Chapter will be a little late, as I’m going on a trip today. I should only get home tomorrow afternoon. I am very sorry.
Right after introducing Celestia to the girls, Qingyi headed to a private cultivation room in the world of the mind.
His Lust Points had surpassed the 10 trillion mark.
He could either raise his cultivation a little more or improve his spiritual roots. There was even enough to improve his bloodline or constitution, but not both simultaneously.
In the end, it was dangerous to maintain an imbalance between lineage and constitution, so he decided to avoid that.
There were only two options left.
After a brief reflection, Qingyi selected cultivation improvement. He felt a gentle pain spread through his body, his muscles tensing and his meridians burning.
He remained like this for a moment before relaxation finally came, a feeling of intense refreshment taking over his being.
He stood up, a slight shockwave spreading through the room as his Qi calmed down.
[Your cultivation has increased! First stage of the True Immortal Realm -> Second stage of the True Immortal Realm]
Just moving his Qi was enough to make the air around him shudder; space itself seemed infinitely close to collapse.
His power had increased by at least 20%.
With a sigh, Qingyi opened the system store. His eyes scanned through a multitude of options until he found what he wanted.
It was time to further complete the Tempest Monarch’s Sword Art.
He had been stuck at the fifth form for a long time. Sooner or later, he would need to reach the twelfth form, if only out of pure curiosity.
The initial prices weren’t bad. Qingyi only had to pay a few billion for the sixth form and a few hundred billion for the seventh.
However, when his fingers hovered over the eighth, the cost was already in the trillions of Lust Points.
"That’s expensive..." Qingyi muttered to himself.
He hesitated for a brief moment before finally clicking to purchase only the sixth and seventh forms.
His mind was flooded with an endless stream of information. Every little detail of how the technique continued until its seventh form entered Qingyi’s mind, accompanied by a mild pain.
"Ugh... this is complicated. Qingyi gritted his teeth.
Immediately, he entered his sea of consciousness and purchased a random sword from the system store.
He prepared the blade, pointing it forward and thrusting.
His lightning Qi transformed into the sharp tip of an ethereal thunderous sword that tore through everything in front of him, increasing the temperature of the already warm sea of consciousness.
But he didn’t stop there. Twisting his body and using the second form of the sword art, he delivered a powerful horizontal slash following the thrust.
This was connected by a downward vertical slash, which was then followed by more than a dozen ethereal thunderous swords.
The moment those swords hit the ground and exploded, Qingyi activated the sixth form.
It was unlike anything else.
The first five forms were basically constructed as a single sequence of attacks, but from the sixth form onwards, that sequence was broken.
Not only that, but the sixth form itself functioned as a passive technique, not an active one.
His lightning Qi changed completely.
It became more intense and violent than before, engulfing everything around him for tens, hundreds of meters, and then rising into the skies.
The clouds swirled like a whirlwind around Qingyi, and the blue sky was soon completely covered, the darkness engulfing everything below.
Violent gusts of wind made Qingyi’s robes flutter. The tie in his long black hair came loose, causing it to dance freely and strangely calmly in the violent wind.
’So this is the Tempest monarch’s supreme technique...’ Qingyi rose into the skies, preparing his sword.
It was only natural that the tempest monarch had complete control over them, right?
He felt the lightning bolts falling toward the ground change, beginning to travel horizontally, flowing toward the center of the black clouds surrounding him.
Dozens of lightning bolts appeared at the same time, creating a powerful pulse that spread throughout the storm, gathering before finally flowing toward Qingyi.
The handsome young man smiled, prepared himself, and then allowed all that power to enter his body, moving it completely toward the sword.
He gritted his teeth as he struggled to swing his blade, executing the seventh form of the Tempest Monarch Sword Art.
All the water within a kilometer radius was immediately turned into steam, as was everything in front of Qingyi.
As far as his eyes could see, his strike consumed everything.
The storm did not subside as Qingyi stood there, feeling the power of that attack, the sword in his hands shattering like shards of glass.
It was decent.
With nothing else to test, he just left his sea of consciousness and went to check on his wives.
"Finally remembered that we exist, huh? Fufufu~~" Feiyan’s sweet and sensual laughter echoed.
Most of the other girls were going to take care of preparing a good meal for their husband.
Even Celestia was dragged into it, despite having almost no experience in the kitchen.
Fortunately, she had at least gotten along well with the other girls, barely paying attention to things like the fact that Ruyan was a half-demon.
"I never forgot," said Qingyi, pulling Feiyan against his body.
His fingers ran across her tanned skin, reaching her slim belly and then finally sinking into her large, heavy tits, untouched by the sun.
They were now in a luxurious armchair in one of the many open pavilions overlooking the entire temple.
"Your husband is a very busy and ambitious man..." said Qingyi, squeezing Feiyan’s breasts lightly.
"Nghnn~~ like what? Sticking his cock into the tight pussy of a holy priestess?"
Feiyan rolled over in Qingyi’s arms, turning towards him. She knelt on the bench and then sat down hard.
A loud, wet slap echoed as those fat, soft ass cheeks hit Qingyi’s lap. The trembling of those plump, fleshy orbs did not stop for long seconds.
"Well... that is one of the ambitions. But don’t forget the high elf, nor the imperial bastard mage."
"Forget these... all of them." Feiyan leaned over Qingyi. "For one day... for two days... make us your only ambition."