Read Novel Full Chapter 792 - Do you want me to start counting?
Chapter 792: 792 - Do you want me to start counting?
Two months after leaving the Myriad Beasts Sect, the Cosmic Dawn Sect’s massive transport ships finally touched down on the gigantic decks stretching across the territory, their vast shadows descending from the skies with a muffled roar.
Qingyi wasted no time disembarking, his footsteps echoing down the metal ramp as the sect’s familiar wind brushed against his face.
Rouxi, accompanied by Rou’er, Xue Hua, and Yunxi, headed straight for the sect leader’s palace.
They had important preparations to make, since they would soon be living within the mind world.
Qingyi, meanwhile, found himself walking alone through the sect, his steady gaze sweeping over the countless paths that crisscrossed the Celestial Fairy Pavilion.
It was good to be back.
Along the way, several familiar faces began to appear among the crowd, some waving at him discreetly, others merely bowing their heads in respect.
"Hmm... should I take on a mission?" he wondered, eyes narrowing slightly.
Rouxi was going to create an avatar, and throughout the entire process, the girls would be keeping her company.
Since the procedure would last at least a few weeks, he had plenty of time to take on a mission and finally test his full draconic form in a real battle.
A subtle smile played on Qingyi’s lips before he quickened his pace, his body shooting toward the skies and turning into a swift blur.
Normally, although disciples had a certain amount of freedom to fly within the sect, there were still no-fly zones scattered throughout the area.
Qingyi crossed all of them without a second thought.
Some guards moved to stop him, but the moment they recognized his identity, they simply greeted him respectfully and stepped out of his way.
In the Cosmic Dawn Sect, all men were equal.
Some were more equal than others.
That was the perfect way to explain it.
Many rules only applied to those without power, especially in Qingyi’s case, as he had the direct support of the sect leader—a figure who ruled that place as a supreme authority.
Even if he shamelessly killed disciples, unless he completely lost control and slaughtered dozens or hundreds at a time, he would hardly face any severe punishment.
After a few minutes of flight, Qingyi finally slowed, his body descending gently toward a building that, he had to admit, he had even missed a little.
The mission pavilion of the Celestial Fairy Pavilion.
His feet touched the ground lightly, making almost no sound at all.
Everyone present—those who had ignored him in the past—bowed the instant he landed in the pavilion’s central courtyard.
Qingyi merely nodded in acknowledgment to those watching him and stepped into the building.
With his arms crossed behind his back and light steps, he slowly turned his face this way and that, surveying the hundreds of missions available to someone of his level.
"Oh... Senior Brother Qingyi!" A voice he already recognized echoed through the hall.
When he turned, he came face-to-face with a woman rushing excitedly toward him.
It was the same woman who always attended to him whenever he visited the pavilion.
She was likely excited at the prospect of yet another hefty commission from whatever missions he would accept.
"So, senior brother, what do you need this time? A combat mission? Or perhaps something more unique? I have several missions with incredible rewards piling up on my desk!"
Qingyi didn’t answer immediately, scratching his chin as he thought.
"A combat mission would be suitable—preferably an attack against large groups of bandits. I want to test out some new techniques."
"Oh... using dangerous missions just for training—Big Brother Qingyi is truly in a league of his own!" the woman declared, walking beside him toward his desk, her voice dripping with flattery.
If they weren’t in public, she probably wouldn’t have hesitated to drop to her knees and suck his dick for a little extra money.
Because of this, Qingyi showed not the slightest interest in her, simply accompanying her in silence.
Upon reaching the desk, she leaned over the surface and gathered a small pile of papers, arranging them carefully in front of her.
The motion pressed her heavy breasts flat against the wooden top, the soft flesh compressing beneath their own weight, the outer edges spilling to either side of her arms before she straightened up once more.
After organizing them for a few seconds, she began to present them one by one.
"Ah... now that I think about it, that Chen Wei is your friend, isn’t he?" she remarked, pausing at a specific contract.
"Yes, why?"
"Well... after you disappeared, there was a major competition held among the sect’s disciples—a ceremony that would allow some to advance to the rank of inner disciple and test their own power.
Chen Wei participated in that ceremony and won resoundingly, even going so far as to humiliate the younger brother of a disciple belonging to one of the sect’s most influential elders."
The woman handed the document to Qingyi.
The moment his eyes ran over the first few words, his blood immediately boiled, a dangerous heat rising from his chest to his face.
His fingers tightened around the parchment, the paper crinkling audibly in his grip.
"An investigation was launched because, shortly after, both he and his Dao companion vanished, supposedly kidnapped by a group of pirates.
It’s a high-level mission requiring at least two hundred fifty cultivators from the Celestial Origin Realm and ten from the Cosmic Domination Realm.
No one has accepted this mission so far, but I’m certain that, under your leadership, many will volunteer immediately."
Qingyi listened to everything in silence, his jaw tightening.
"Organize the mission documents for me. I’ll handle it alone," he declared.
His voice had lost all its usual gentleness and calm, sounding cold full of anger.
"But, Young Master Qingyi, the sect’s rules—"
"Do you want me to start counting?"
The woman choked on her words, her face draining of color in a heartbeat.
Qingyi released just a wisp of murderous intent, the air around him growing heavy and cold, and she nodded quickly, rushing to organize the mission documents, her hands trembling as she fumbled through the papers.
She had never seen Qingyi so angry before.
’Ah... when it’s not my wives, it’s my friends... why do pigs never stop begging for death?’ Qingyi thought to himself, unable to keep his anger under control.