The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System

Chapter 883: 883 - Don’t you dare try to touch my master!

Tianjin stood motionless for a long moment, his cold eyes fixed on the void where the Heavenly Demon had vanished.

Part of him wanted to chase after that, but for now, he had greater priorities.

With a casual gesture, he put away his spear.

The golden dragon that had coiled from his arm to the tip of the blade dissolved into countless shards of light, scattering like stardust carried away by void winds.

His cold gaze then lowered, focusing on a small talisman floating before his chest.

That piece of enchanted paper was directly linked to Qingyi’s soul, reporting the young dragon’s condition in real time.

A signal had reached him only seconds earlier — essentially a silent confirmation that everything had gone according to plan.

The talisman glowed a deep green, revealing the young man’s current state.

There was just one problem.

Qingyi had not returned along with the other agents sent to accompany him.

During the battle itself, Tianjin had received a report on the incident.

The mission had been a success, with no casualties, but the Heavenly Demon’s devastating aura had shattered the ship, and Qingyi had been ejected at the last moment.

He had managed to escape, yes, but his current whereabouts remained unknown.

When Tianjin extended his divine sense, trying to trace him through the signal, he found absolutely nothing.

The trail stretched to a certain point in space and then simply vanished.

"He probably fell into a secret realm..." Tianjin murmured, his eyes narrowing.

It was the only possibility that made sense.

A connection between the young man and the outside world still lingered — weak but present — yet pinpointing his location was simply impossible.

Even so, Tianjin remained calm.

He knew Qingyi well enough to trust that the young black dragon was more than capable of extricating himself from a situation like that.

All he needed was patience.

Shaking his head, he turned his face toward the Celestial Orthodox Martial Alliance.

What the Heavenly Demon planned to do next remained a mystery, but ignoring that threat, even for a second, was out of the question.

It was time to prepare for war.

***

On a strange planet blanketed by lush forests, where trees bloomed with flowers of every imaginable color and shape, a figure tore through the void like a falling meteor.

It was a young dragon in black robes embroidered with golden dragons, clutching a jade coffin tightly to his chest.

He slammed into the ground with a devastating roar, ripping open a deep crater of scorched earth and shattered rock.

Blood spurted from his lips in a sudden fit of coughing as he shielded the coffin with his own body, sparing it from the full brunt of the impact.

"Ah... damn it!" Qingyi cursed under his breath, his lips curving into a bloodied smile.

That had hurt far more than he’d imagined — though the pain was nothing compared to what he’d endured during his breakthroughs with the system.

For now, the important thing was that the Divine Sword Fairy was safe.

He gently set the coffin down beside him, then rose to his feet, stretching his arms above his head and cracking his back.

With a light flow of Qi, the coffin lifted into the air, following him as he stepped out of the crater carved by his own body.

His eyes were cold as they swept over the world around him.

It was... strange.

The Qi in that place was pure. Neither orthodox nor demonic — just raw, virgin energy, untouched by any external influence.

Qingyi extended his divine sense, and in an instant, his eyes widened.

In that entire world, there were only mortals.

No matter how far his Qi reached, not a single cultivator could be detected.

If it weren’t for those strange trees and the elephant-sized insects, he might even have sworn he’d fallen back to Earth.

A slight wave of his hand — and a giant centipede that had been sneaking up behind him exploded into a cloud of slimy fragments, sliced to pieces by an invisible edge of Qi.

His eyes then fixed on the jade coffin once more, and he lowered it carefully onto the damp ground.

His fingers slid slowly toward the lid, and with a gentle push, he opened it.

Inside the padded interior, lined with the purest white silk, lay a woman.

Her face and even her hair were completely veiled by a translucent fabric, yet the curves of her body remained clearly visible beneath the light cloth.

She was simply perfect.

Neither too exaggerated nor too modest — just sensual, harmonious curves shaped with divine elegance.

The sky-blue dress clung to her body, tracing the narrow line of her waist, the full swell of her chest rising like two soft hills, and the firm, rounded arc of her hips that flared into plump, shapely thighs.

Her fingers, pale and delicate as polished porcelain, were visible, firmly gripping the hilt of a sword very similar to Ruxue — but a vivid flaming red.

Beside her body rested a small jar sealed with a jade lid, inside which a pure, white essence was trapped, slowly swirling around itself like a living cloud.

That was the soul of the Divine Sword Fairy, preserved in flawless condition for hundreds of thousands of years, just like the body that awaited her.

Qingyi moved his hand slowly, only to halt mid-motion as a terrible heat lashed against his palm.

He pulled his fingers back, his lips twisting into an amused half-smile.

That heat was absolutely nothing to him, yet he studied the small flame dancing on the sword’s hilt with genuine interest.

"You damn filthy demonic pig soulless son of a bitch good-for-nothing asshole fucked-up demonic pervert! Don’t you dare try to touch my master!"

The voice that came from the sword was sweet, but the torrent of curses spat out in rapid succession completely drowned any trace of that sweetness.

Qingyi stared at the sword for a brief moment, his expression unreadable.

The next instant, he burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha... you’re exactly like your sister, you know?" Qingyi shook his head, still chuckling.

Well, not exactly.

Ruxue was refined, proud, and arrogant. That flaming sword was also proud and arrogant, but its personality seemed far more... fiery.