The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System

Chapter 908: 908 - A message from the demonic forces

"Well... my heart is quite big, and I really can’t go very long without showing love to my wives, especially when I’m not bringing death to my enemies," Qingyi teased, walking right past Yuehan with a mischievous smile playing at the corner of his lips.

He didn’t miss the chance. His palm descended in a playful pat, landing squarely on one of the plump, full globes of that perfect butt.

The gentle impact sent the soft flesh quivering beneath the fabric. A slow, heavy ripple bloomed from the point of contact, rolling across every centimeter of that generous curve before fading away at the base of the beauty’s thigh.

His hand lingered there for a brief moment, fingers sinking into that irresistible softness as the plump cheek molded itself perfectly to the shape of his palm.

Only then did he withdraw, calm as ever, as if nothing at all had happened.

Yuehan froze in place, a deep red spreading across her face like ink spilled into water.

A shiver ran down her spine from head to toe, so intense that even the tips of her blue hair trembled faintly.

"Y-you! You shameless man!" Yuehan let out a high-pitched, sweet little scream, flushed anger welling up in her delicate features.

"At least ask my father for permission to marry first!" she declared, running after him with hurried steps, her cheeks still burning.

"I will," Qingyi laughed heartily, keeping his hands elegantly clasped behind his back, without even bothering to look back.

At last, he reached the top of the staircase, standing before the wide double doors that led to the main hall of the Purple Palace.

The fine wood exuded a faint scent of incense that mingled with the sweet fragrance drifting from within.

He could already hear Lingxi’s sweet laughter echoing inside, and his smile immediately brightened, that familiar warmth filling his chest.

Quickening his pace, Qingyi crossed the main hall in just a few strides until he reached the bed.

There, Rouxi lay beside Xia Yunfei, the Master of the Lightning Priestesses, along with Qin Yueli, her Deputy Master, and Aeryn, the beautiful high elf princess.

Little Lingxi was completely fascinated by Aeryn’s long, delicate ears and shiny golden hair, gently holding them as she studied them with those curious little eyes.

Aeryn simply stayed put, unable to hold back the smile forming on her full rosy lips.

That little thing was truly adorable, she had to admit.

Unfortunately for Aeryn, Lingxi couldn’t focus on the elf’s ears and hair for long, as she soon noticed her father’s presence.

"Dadda!" she roared, turning abruptly and crawling across the bed with all the determination her tiny limbs could muster.

That bed was gigantic—big enough to accommodate a hundred women at once.

Because of this, Lingxi had to crawl for quite a while, her little hands and feet moving frantically across the silk sheets.

Reaching the edge, she sat up and stretched her chubby little hands toward Qingyi.

He scooped her up with a smile, planted a kiss full of paternal love on her soft cheek, and then leapt into the air.

Spinning mid-jump, he landed flat on his back with Lingxi held securely against his chest.

The handsome young man’s powerful back bounced off the soft mattress, and Lingxi let out a shrill laugh, clinging tightly to her father’s neck.

His head fell right onto Aeryn’s thighs, the smooth warmth cushioning him as the position offered a beautiful view of the elf’s slender body from below.

"How did your breakthrough go, love?" Aeryn asked, running her delicate fingers through Qingyi’s black hair.

"Peaceful..." he said, looking up. "Did you finally put your nature magic training aside and decide to give little Lingxi some love?"

"Hm... I’m not like those human mages... I can very well play with Lingxi and study nature magic at the same time," Aeryn replied with a soft chuckle.

Qingyi looked confused for a brief moment, then noticed the way Aeryn’s mana flowed through her body.

She was, in fact, training in life magic right there while playing with Lingxi.

"Mamma Aemin!" Lingxi cried out against Qingyi’s chest, her sweet voice drawing laughter from him and all the girls present.

Yunfei, still sitting next to her disciple Yueli, suddenly turned her face toward Yuehan.

The blue-haired beauty stood near the entrance, clearly a bit unsure of what to do, torn between being unable to focus on Qingyi and being equally unable to look away from him.

Her cheeks were still flushed, and the fingers of both hands were nervously clasped behind her back.

She was a relatively young expert, though still a few centuries old.

It was a bit embarrassing for someone her age to be acting so—well, like a teenage girl.

"Why don’t you come over too, dear? As you can see, there’s more than enough room on the bed," Yunfei said, her voice warm and welcoming.

"Oh... no, I’m just—"

"Nonsense," Yueli interrupted.

She rose from the bed in one fluid motion, grabbed the delicate beauty’s wrists, and pulled her onto the mattress without any ceremony.

Both voluptuous bodies sank deep into the plush sheets right beside Qingyi.

Qingyi cast an affectionate glance at both of them.

While Qingyi played with Lingxi at the Palace of the Golden Immortal Dragon, Tianjin was in his office.

The golden dragon kept his hands elegantly clasped behind his back, a resolute expression etched on his handsome, dignified face.

Things were going from good to better for him.

Qingyi and his beloved daughter were back.

The hatred directed at Long Wujin and Qingyi himself had been fading as the young man’s fame spread, and the number of elders who still wanted Qingyi dead had been reduced to a mere fraction of what it once was.

He had just arranged for Qingyi’s sect in the northern region—the Cosmic Dawn Sect—to be transferred to the Celestial Heaven, and now he was merely awaiting confirmation from the two Cosmic Emperors who had been entrusted with the mission.

Unfortunately, his happiness didn’t last long. Soon enough, an elder hurried into the office, the heavy sound of his footsteps echoing off the marble walls.

"Master of the Alliance! We’ve received a message from the demonic forces—you need to see this right away!" the elder said, handing the scroll to Tianjin with slightly trembling hands.

The golden dragon wore a strange expression as he unrolled the scroll, his eyebrows slowly furrowing.

When he read its contents, he choked.

"Son of a bitch..." Tianjin clenched his teeth in fury, his knuckles turning white as he crumpled the edge of the scroll.